Sebastian to Bobby: "So... What do you usually order when you come here?"
Hearing the male behind him Bobby sort of jumped, before finally spotting the blonde. Oh, right. This corpo fuck! Sort of shrugging he glanced back to his own glass and held it up "Straight whiskey.... You should be asking my brother if you want cocktail advice" He replied sort of teasingly before moving to down the shot in his hand.
"Baby, if I wanted a cocktail, I'd mix it myself," Sebastian murmured. He signalled the bartender. "I'll take a bourbon, neat." Then he looked at Bobby, brows raised. "You'll down that in one, right? And remember...." He leaned in, brushing a bit of hair away from Bobby's ear, and whispered, "Chasers... are for pussies."
Chuckling a bit at the others response Bobby slowly nodded "Fair... " He replied before his eyes moved to the shots Sebastian had just had ordered before snickering "Keep em coming, I ain't do chasers with shit" He confirmed before moving to pull out a cigarette placing it between his teeth. Then fishing for his lighter out of the hoodie he wore he sparked it up before finally reaching for one of the shots as he let a bit of smoke slowly drift from his lungs. "Cheers.... Or you know to your good health or bad whichever you prefer. And to me getting so trashed I may end up sleeping in a Heywood dumpster tonight!" He mused sarcastically with a bit of a drunken laugh. He'd already been going at it long enough that well.... Yeah definitely a dumpster in Heywood would be luck.
Sebastian chuckled and downed his, signalled for more, then pulled out a clove and lit it up. With the clove between his lips, he muttered, "You don't need to sleep in a dumpster. Duck and I have a pullout. You can crash with us tonight." He took a deep drag, then switched the clove for another shot.
"See it's not so much the where I end up it's the ... Black out that leads to that .... Believe me, alot if shit can happen while fucked up in this town" He mused a bit jokingly before downing his and nodded he would go for a second as well. Then taking another drag he glanced over his shoulder at the main part of the bar. Already someone fighting, shouting loud enough to just hear over the heavy German metal that currently blared. "So... Kinda shocked you showed up here. Just tryin to experience the entire bar scene are we?" He teased. Granted his own gangs bar he'd shown them the first night.... By driving past. This place was an insane shit show most nights and as much as he was drinking if someone started to much shit, he'd also be expected to pop a cap if necessary. Woot woot for drinking on the job.
"Sounds like fun," Sebastian said, taking another shot and another drag. "Why would you be shocked, hmm? I keep criminals on the streets for a living. You think this bar, this town, anything in this world could scare me?" He scoffed at the very thought. Then he looked around. It was seedy here, in a comfortable way. Who knows, he thought, I might even get lucky, either with this guy or someone else.
Snickering Bobby nodded slowly, definitely couldn't disagree with that however different that was compared to how most lawyers would have viewed it. Thankfully they did have a fair mixture of idiots tonight as he'd seen quite a few drunk Ruger Claws even who'd stopped in to party with a few of their members so Sebastian at least didn't stand out like he may have on other nights. "Like the way you think ... You just might get along great around here with that attitude" He teased finally moved to slam back one more shot before putting his cigarette out in the ash tray for the moment. Picking up his glass he soon down the rest of the whiskey and shoved the glass towards the bartender. "So what brings you to town anyway. Or should I guess? Rich lawyer, must be an entire stack of cases for you to choose from here? Make a name for yourself in the big leagues?" He asked a bit teasingly. What else was there? Nearly anyone new to night city either had some sort of dream or... They were trying to escape something. And what better place than this cesspool of people and a steel jungle as far as the eye could see right?
Sebastian raised his glass and bumped it lightly against Bobby's. "Glad to hear it," he said.
He took a drag from his clove and shook his head. "Nothing like that," he said. "I went into law to protect Duckie. He's smart as hell with book-learning, animals, and tech. Not so great with street smarts and people. I started my own practice as soon as I could, contracted as the lawyer for his tech company. Word got around and I guess with a name like Freedman, people want you to defend him."
He left out the part where Trent's clients had taken advantage of his naïveté and tried to sue him for shit he didn't do. Bobby was cute, but that didn't mean he could be trusted not to take advantage of someone Sebastian told him was naïve.
"Point is, I don't need to make a name for myself. I just--" He stopped himself from finishing that sentence. /I just need him./ "Got bored with the daily grind," he finished, stubbing out the rest of his clove and taking yet another shot.
"Well, fairly sure you won't get bored around here believe me" He replied with a bit of a chuckle. As if on que to him saying that a loud crash echoed nearby, gaze moving a bit quickly Bobby noted the faces, down to known identity. Charles Grave, No known affiliations, pinned on the ground by Thomas Hans, a Merc from the south end. Table busted and two girls screaming and shouting at both of them like it was going to do a damn thing.
"As I said, never boring" He added.
Oh look one had a damn knife! Not a good idea to turn your back on that but by this point where was the popcorn? Oh right, reaching behind himself he grabbed the refill the bartender had brought and went chugging at least a few gulps down before sinking back, elbows still on the bar.
Sebastian gasped as he saw the men fighting. He put down his drink and leaned towards them, watching raptly. He wished those girls would shut the hell up so he could concentrate on the fight.
"Nice," he breathed. "So this is, what, a nightly occurrence?" he asked Bobby quietly.
"This is..... Well the nights young. I haven't had to shoot anyone, She hulk over there hasn't had to body anyone" He gestured towards the door where he'd just seen Froggy's all time crush wander in. Could hiu even call that a woman? She was damn near six foot, looked like she'd injected steroids enough to beef up an elephant and had damn sideburns! All that aside she was definitely the best they had to keep things in check around here. "So yeah, normal but this is like... The opening act level shit" He added teasingly before moving to slid from his barstool taking another few chugs of his drink. "Time to go to the pussy side" He mused with a cheeky grin.
Ok so Bobby was pretty clueless. A girl could hit on him and he wouldn't know or she could turn him down and in his state drunk he might take it as an invite. So any of the eyeing up or flirting Sebastian was doing? Well it was mostly over his head. As in that moment he was about to head off and throw some bills at freaky pole dancers.
Downing the rest of his drink he moved over to whistle to the bartender. Definitely needed a refill to go with, then probably a few shots once they headed to that side of the massive club.
"That's a woman?" Sebastian asked skeptically. "Come on, you're shitting me. I'd make a more convincing chick than that." But despite that, he had to admit she probably made a good bouncer. The thought that this cute little knife fight was just an opening act intrigued him, but before he could say so, Bobby said something that not only killed his partial but practically made him gag up his last shot.
"I'm good," he said, making a face. Sure, he and Trent had shared a few chicks in college, one-night stands and all that, but picking up girls *really* wasn't his thing. "Next round's on me, though."
Bobby actually looked a bit confused, not that he was very good at paying attention either. So it was only then that he immediately did the math. Shit! Was he gay? Guess in some ways he did sort of have that vibe well, that would be the only way he could make sense of it in his mind but he definitely didn't ask.
"Ok so pole dancers aren't your thing. Got it, well in that case I won't be an ass and ditch the guy buying drinks" He finally replied with a shrug. Moving to pick up his drink he downed a bit of it before hopping back up on his stool eyes going off towards the pool table that sat on the far side of the room and we're currently pretty crowded and then back over to the dance floor. The fight by now had simmered and he didn't even see the Merc. Guess he'd gotten ran off? Had to of, but what did catch his eye was a certain two Mexican thugs making their way through the front door. Perfect, he was needing a score eventually.
"They are if I'm the one on the pole," Sebastian answered dryly. "Nothing against those girls. They work hard and they keep their strength up. I just don't see why we should take advantage of them, is all. As Trent's mom always said, look with your eyes, not with your hands." He paused. "She didn't say not to look with your dick, because she's too ladylike, but the sentiment was implied."
He nodded his appreciation at Bobby electing to stay with him. He was going to say something else, maybe make a bit of small talk, but followed his gaze to the people coming through the door.
"You know them?" he asked.
"Enough... Local dealers from Heywood. Not exactly Valentino's but close enough to the mariatchi pot" Bobby replied with a shrug. Of course when you started getting this many thugs in one spot, tensions were bound to start boiling and soon. He could even tell Rowena had her eye on them and didn't look to pleased. On second thought... "You know what, I should probably go see about a score before something happens" He added hopping down again. "I'll be back" He added before moving to head off at a bit of a quick pace through the crowd.
A few minutes past, and well Bobby being the dumb ass he was had ended up in a bit of a bargaining banter for a long minute. Hadn't even seen the red headed female with the short spiked hair pass him, or her goon squad of three other Maelstromers but all to suddenly she was walking up on Sebastian and sort of eyeing him suspiciously. "you're in our spot fruit cake. Fuckin move!" She snapped, almost immediately coming off aggressive. The two guys behind her about the same save for the forth looked a bit like he was studying Sebastian. Like he'd seen him before.
"Are you deaf I said get Twink boy! Scram!" She added a bit more harshly.
/So much for not ditching me/, Sebastian thought when Bobby didn't come back after a few minutes. He was about to go look for Trent so they could go home when some bitch was suddenly in his face.
'Well, now I don't want to,' Sebastian signed with a smirk. He didn't have Trent's raw strength, but he also wasn't nearly as delicate as he looked. He hadn't been bluffing when he'd said he could pole dance, for example, and his body was, if not outwardly buff, then at least fairly toned. He eyed the girl and her friends up and down, then raised an eyebrow. 'If you're angling for an orgy, the answer is yes,' he signed. 'So why don't you just sit on my lap, sweetheart?' He winked at that last, just to be as obnoxious as possible. Inwardly he was wondering where the hell Bobby had gone off to, but he supposed it didn't really matter. Even if these assholes did beat the shit out of him, Sebastian had miraculously survived enough near-death experiences to be more than a little cocky.
"Bullshit! This mother fucker wants to be a fucking smart ass!!" Pat snapped pistol suddenly whipping right out. "Here's the thing bitch! This here's my house so you better get with the program or find your brains in the floor!" She snarled in warning, at this point the end of her gun damn near in his face. Really she had no clue what he'd said, unfortunately. Shit and that's that she knew Psycher well enough but understand him? Yeah, who had the time?
"Think he just said to sit somewhere" One of the guys behind her commented. Almost sounding board.
"The fuck?!" She growled, suffice to say she definitely didn't look... Happier.
Almost as soon as this bitch had her pistol out, Sebastian had tried wrenching it away. He'd had some practice disarming a particularly annoyed Trent.
Then he just grabbed her and tried to sit her firmly in his lap. He couldn't hide the slight distaste that crossed his face as he did, but whatever. They wanted to act like they couldn't understand him? He had no problem with more direct communication.
The moment he'd started that she fired, the first bullet thankfully for Sebastian pointed up so it hit the ceiling. Then as he went grabbing her around the waste BOY did she swing her elbow back into his face and then came her two friends to pry them apart. "Fuck stupid mother fucker!!!"
Ok by this point Rowena was almost upon them so as Sebastian went stumbling back, one of Pats guys losing his grip his predicament certainly wasn't improving and the large woman had snatched him up by the collar of his shirt. "You leave? Or I drag you?" She snapped down at him.
"What THE fUck is.... Why do you have a gun out!!?" Bobby's voice suddenly came in such a confused and dumb manor it might have actually been laughable had Pat not actually been aiming at Sebastian’s dick, and Rowena not been holding the back of his shirt like that. Shit even one of Pats boys had a knife out like shit was about to get serious.
"You do not know this stupid fucked???!!" Pat immediately shot back. Almost sounding in accusation verses an actual question.
Sebastian had been expecting the hit, but he still saw stars when it connected.
"So, that's a no to the orgy, then?" he asked aloud, stemming the blood from his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. "That's a shame. You're almost cute, for a girl."
It was that moment it actually clicked and Bobby's head fell for a moment as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Judging by hanging with Sebastian he was willing to bet.... Who started this.
"I'll take that as a compliment.... Bobby take your stupid friend out of my sight before I shoot him" Pat snarled looking more than a little annoyed as she slightly lowered her gun.
"Gladly.... " Bobby grumbled looking a shade of pissed now as he moved in between them a bit and went swapping her gun down and sticking a middle finger up right in her face. Then finally turning to Sebastian who Rowena had finally let go but hadn't backed up far, he sighed "So.... Entertained I see? My bad dude was trying to fuckin over charge" He sort of grumbled the last part before putting an arm over Sebastian’s shoulders to lead him off. "Here..." He added pulling a bandana from his pocket and handing it to the other to use for his nose.
"Who's the nag with the bad attitude?" Sebastian asked, taking the bandana and pressing it to his nose. "And uh, why the fuck am I getting kicked out when all I did was sass her a little? There were people literally physically fighting here."
"You aren't ... Entirely... Your welcome" Bobby clarified as he moved along beside Sebastian for the .moment, at least until they'd made it across the main part of the club and over to a corner booth where he finally let go and gestured for the other to sit down.
"She's one of the higher ups, put it this way if Royce bit the bullet tomorrow...... She'd be taking the top crown next. So yeah, she definitely uses that to be a bully depending on the day anymore" He added moving to sit in the booth after the other, both now with their backs to the wall which frankly was more comfortable at least for Bobby. "But.... She's my sister so, I ain't about to tell her to quit, she might not shoot me but I've had my nose busted a few times" He added sort of chuckling at the mention of his sister busting him up.
Sebastian sat at the booth and took in what Bobby was saying. He made a face; if he treated his underlings like that, they'd probably flip on him the first chance they got. Not a great way to inspire loyalty.
"Well then. Thank God I'm an only child, I guess," he said. That was some rotten luck, having a creature like that for a sister. Trent had a sister, but they hadn't met her till they were 12 and she was nine years younger than them, so it barely counted.
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