"S’too close to the City t’stay out there too long.
//Party grunted, seemingly disinterested. For once, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. As fun as it was to mess around with an idiot civilian, Party really didn’t want to get himself killed over it. Poison sniffed and then downed the rest of whatever he was drinking, pushing the glass across the bar when he was done and leaning back.//
//He could tell that Hall was jonesing, but Party decided to take a page out of Jet’s book and jerk him around a bit. This was stupid anyway, coming to a bar to fuck around with a Cityboy when he had… Much more appealing somethings at home. Maybe it was just the thrill.//
//His eyes flicker over him, now he was thinking of Silas. Jeez, don’t act too excited, y’know. Though probably after this Silas could act the same. Urgh fuck it, if Hall didn’t get his rocks off that didn’t involve his own hands in one way or another, his dick was going to fall off.//
Well I can tell that you’re absolutely thrilled to be here(.)
//He smiled anyway, his eyes following him back, but if he was going to stick to his rules, for Silas, he’d be getting his rocks off, not his own. He still would enjoy it, fuck his literal kill joy attitude, he’d have fun, he was fidgeting enough.//