rorykidd:
he grinned, both wide and cocky as he swished the liquid in his glass from side to side. the bar was fairly packed — nothing too shocking. with a vague curiosity, his darkened hues swiveled to observe others under the dimmed lights, his current conversation reaching an end as he took a stand. normally rory would be content enough to ignore the surrounding blah blah fuckin’ blah, but the crowd was multiplying and his dislike of most company was beginning to set in.
“ i’ll be in the back … and hey — come your break … it’s cuddle time, bitch. ”
he arched his brow, a humorous expression appearing and quickly disappearing as he took his leave. while shuffling through hoards of people, droplets of amber liquid splashed to the ground. the location was far too small for so many drinkers and he was beginning to think the contractor had been wasted on the job. oh well — whatddya gonna do?
cue an oblivious warm body backing up without warning.
“ whoa whoa, careful now. i’m sure i’m not an expensive commodity but this glass has gotta be worth a couple’a twenty, at least.”
beckett NEVER loitered around in places like this. the low budget joint with shitty lighting and questionable folk spilling in and out every minute made his skin crawl, every damn instinct in his body screaming for flight as he maneuvered about through the thrum of people, polite sounding ‘fuck offs’ tumbling from his full lips as he elbowed a side or two on his quest to the bar top. the crowd packed like a can of tuna fish seemed rowdy, ready to rouse up and revolt the first time someone looked at the wrong person funny. he hoped to hell that wouldn’t be him, not when he had to sell the packaging to the business he was doing in the back and a nasty, festering bruise didn’t exactly seem like it would spell out ‘ money maker ‘ in big lights.
his eyes searched the back tables carefully, examining the faces in the seats like he was studying for a test. he couldn’t get this wrong. there was only one blood sucker in this bar that had his money and he wasn’t going to let some other bitch feed for free. that’s not how it worked.
no familiar face was tucked away in any of the dark corners and a frustrated sigh exhaled from beckett as he attempted to backtrack other the direction to look for his mark, shoulders meeting a solid surface the second he did.
“ah now, you’re underselling yourself don’t you think?” he knew the voice well and only from the many times that he was forced to do his business in mcallister’s. it belonged to an employee, one of the many he that often found too sarcastic and a tad douchey for his taste, but still a person he’d had to interact with on a situational basis. “you’re a dime a dozen, kidd.”