07-22-2018, 01:33 AM
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Right, so technically, Butch wasn't old enough to be sitting at the bar, let alone drinking at it, but charm and the right connections could go a long way, and he had plenty of the former. He'd been a delinquent his whole life, so he really wasn't a stranger to faking it, though he'd only had someone in on the trouble with him in the last few years. Before then, it was mostly a solo gig, and boy, had he been missing out then. Mischief was even better with a partner in crime, who was currently showing off in the small area this establishment had for a dance floor; Butch watched with one corner of his mouth lifted, quickly hidden in a glass when Val happened to glance his way. He couldn't always act like a complete sap in public- it just wasn't becoming, and he had a reputation to maintain, although that esteem could use a bit more of the truth, if only so he wouldn't have people flirting with him inadvertently in front of Val. Even when Nosebleed wasn't around, it wasn't a scenario Butch was fond of, not anymore. He was taken goods, yeah?
The woman he'd been chatting with for a little while now made her advances a little bit clearer, and his dark eyebrows rose, before he laughed good-naturedly. Butch was flattered, really, though uninterested. He adjusted his leather jacket and took another sip of whatever the hell he'd asked for, gaze shifting from the charming woman to the blond on the dance floor, before looking back to her and shrugging. "No can do, sweetheart, I've got a baby already." She quizzically followed his stare when he glanced at Val, understanding dawning, followed by embarrassment, though he was quick to keep her from getting too abashed. "Water under the bridge. I think the guy over there went a bit green in the eyes over you, though." In other words, there was someone jealous, and she didn't have to go home if she didn't want to.
Butch, in the meantime, was content in his current state. Sooner or later, Val was gonna walk over here and pull him out to dance, but for now, he'd admire from afar and enjoy a drink.
Right, so technically, Butch wasn't old enough to be sitting at the bar, let alone drinking at it, but charm and the right connections could go a long way, and he had plenty of the former. He'd been a delinquent his whole life, so he really wasn't a stranger to faking it, though he'd only had someone in on the trouble with him in the last few years. Before then, it was mostly a solo gig, and boy, had he been missing out then. Mischief was even better with a partner in crime, who was currently showing off in the small area this establishment had for a dance floor; Butch watched with one corner of his mouth lifted, quickly hidden in a glass when Val happened to glance his way. He couldn't always act like a complete sap in public- it just wasn't becoming, and he had a reputation to maintain, although that esteem could use a bit more of the truth, if only so he wouldn't have people flirting with him inadvertently in front of Val. Even when Nosebleed wasn't around, it wasn't a scenario Butch was fond of, not anymore. He was taken goods, yeah?
The woman he'd been chatting with for a little while now made her advances a little bit clearer, and his dark eyebrows rose, before he laughed good-naturedly. Butch was flattered, really, though uninterested. He adjusted his leather jacket and took another sip of whatever the hell he'd asked for, gaze shifting from the charming woman to the blond on the dance floor, before looking back to her and shrugging. "No can do, sweetheart, I've got a baby already." She quizzically followed his stare when he glanced at Val, understanding dawning, followed by embarrassment, though he was quick to keep her from getting too abashed. "Water under the bridge. I think the guy over there went a bit green in the eyes over you, though." In other words, there was someone jealous, and she didn't have to go home if she didn't want to.
Butch, in the meantime, was content in his current state. Sooner or later, Val was gonna walk over here and pull him out to dance, but for now, he'd admire from afar and enjoy a drink.
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STUPID CUPID STOP PICKING ON ME
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