“Ah, the dreaded iPhone zombies. I see ‘em around town all the time.” Flynn was probably the worst person who could possibly own a phone. He never answered it, and barely ever responded to messages. He wasn’t technophobic or anything, just rubbish at replying to anything within the appropriate time.
Flynn flashed a grin. “Uh huh? I hear you’ve got a few good bottles behind that bar of yours.” And he had sampled a few before, perhaps more than he could handle but who really cared? The cigarette span in mid-air before falling to the ground, stomped out by the other man’s shoe, and Flynn glanced back up the moment it had gone out. “Pleasure to meet you Hades. Looks like I walked into just the right guy, eh?” He grinned, more than happy to accept VIP treatment for the night, especially if it was handed to him so freely. He knew that the proviso was for him to spend money, and he would, some of it anyway. He’d earned himself a few celebratory drinks after all.
“Oh yeah? Gotta say I’ve never been lucky enough to catch the show in here.” He followed Hades inside, patting his pocket once more just to make sure everything was as it should be.
“Yep, those are the ones. Though, admittedly, it is kinda funny when they trip on shit or run into poles and whatnot.” Hades had a very bad case of schadenfreude; there was nothing funnier than watching people run into and/or fall into things. It was like a real life version of Funniest Home Videos. It’s why he loved tormenting Parker and Pierce so much.
Hades chuckled. “You heard right. We just stocked up yesterday too, so there’s plenty to choose from.” He sucked on his teeth before giving Flynn a half-hearted shrug. “I mean, you could say that. A lot more fortunate than running into Nico, but that’s probably because he’s a bouncer so most people wouldn’t want to run into him in a dark alley. Me? I just want people to have a good time.” And spend money, obviously. But the more laid-back and approachable he was, the better chance he had at lightening someone’s pockets. Which wasn’t an easy feat, given how quickly he could go from 0 to 100 with his temper.
“Ah, then you’re in for a real treat. Meg’s got great pipes. Plus, she’is not to hard on the eyes either.” While he was a jealous man, Hades knew well enough that the show Meg put on for customers was just that. And he knew well enough that using her to draw people in was far more beneficial to him in the long-run. “I’m surprised you’ve never seen one of the shows. That’s usually one of the main draws for people to come in. I mean, that and drinking. And a good time,” he murmured, listing off things as he pulled open the door. He had to raise his voice a bit to be heard over the music as he glanced back at Flynn. “Speakin’ of...you, uh, lookin’ for anything particular tonight aside from drinks, Flynn?”