Broken Heads

George Jones. Moonstruck Pub owner. G'day.

[georgejo]

ladyxmarixcastillo​:

tw: drugs ; mild violence ; language

There was something about the nightlife that made Mari feel alive. The heavy bass, the dancers, the way that people of all species celebrated the night with their seduction to lights, music, drinks…bodies. She was still young and felt the thrill of what life had to offer, and if she didn’t have to manage the club, she’d be out on the floor with some sorry sod that she had no intent of actually getting to know. Though of course, everyone who knew the Castillo family, knew they were more than just a club, selling arms in the basement to wealthy and potential buyers for the crown… amongst other things that were asked of them. It was also no secret that – like mother like daughter, that Mari didn’t tolerate disrespect, and when she’d seen a patron taking drugs on the dancefloor, Mari nearly lost it. 

She motioned for the bodyguards to grab the individual, much to everyone’s confusion in the surrounding area, and the individual struggling in the guard’s grasp. However, the guard had been strong and thus unable to be swayed. Bringing the high dancer before Mari, she’d slowly stand closer to them, eyes practically piercing into their soul if she could, with an anger she rarely showed. “Where did you get the drugs?” Knowing that lately, this was not the first time the drugs were coming in, and she did not appreciate not knowing. 

The person being held by the guard was far too gone to speak before Mari would draw her lips to their ear. “Get the fuck out of my club and don’t come back unless–” she’d threateningly grip onto the fabric of their pants where their– parts had been. “–you want me to cut off your cock and feed it to you after torturing you into giving me the information I want,” Mari’s crimson hues would practically glitter, before pulling and nodding at the guard to throw them out. The vampiress did not play when it came to narcotics and wouldn’t have buyers in her club. It was bad for business. Her mother taught her that. 

Upon turning, she’d realized she had an audience to which a smile finally made it onto her features. “Sorry about that~!” Stepping towards the individual. “Care for a drink? I’ll even make it myself. I make a strong margarita on the rocks,” her voice still a bit loud to speak over the music. If only to set aside the previous encounter for another time.

@ paradisusstart

George could be seen semi-frequently at Belladonna nightclub-- if you looked for him. More often than not, he was on the sidelines, lurking in the shadows. After all, it wouldn’t be pleasant for him should any other staff realize he’d gotten in for free, thanks to Isak, his favorite little heroin junkie. Not that he peddled heroin there in the nightclub- goodness, no. Usually, these types of people wanted ecstasy, molly, acid, cocaine, pot. Shit like that. And who would he be to deny the people what they wanted, especially when he had so much of it? So, he skulked around the parts of the Belladonna where the flashing lights and neon strobes didn’t quite reach, only stepping out of the darkness when he saw what he was looking for. After doing this for a few hundred years, he knew the expression of a drug-seeker like the back of his hand.

They’d look a bit lost, perhaps coming down from their most recent high, but with a type of persistence that suggested they knew what they were looking for. If they were sober, they might look a bit more focused, annoyed, paranoid, or a combination of the three. But then, George would appear with his knowing eyes and smooth voice, somehow hushed enough to stay between him and a client but loud enough to be heard over the deafening music. And then, he’d whisk them away to a more private corner, where they could have their exchange in peace.

George had been doing exactly that for a few hours now-- at least three, he’d reckon, and all had been going par for the course until a woman started to make a commotion. He was in the middle of trying to get to someone who had the look on their face, but she was in between him and the would-be customer. For a few seconds, he couldn’t quite understand what was happening between the loudness of the music and the people around him, but the phrase “Where did you get the drugs?” Certainly caught his attention; and he realized that he, albeit vaguely, recognized the face of the man who had been caught. He sold to him earlier. Shit. George took a deep breath, exhaled, and with a calm and neutral expression tried to physically distance himself from the situation, but the tightly packed bodies had him trapped right in front of her. And then she turned towards him. No big deal, he had a poker face to die for and had wormed his way out of far stickier situations than this before.

“I’m more of a martini bloke m’self.” The Australian flashed her a small smile. “But a drink’s a drink, ‘specially when it’s being offered.”

[georgejo]

therewillbebussy​:

[georgejo]

sabrinaxgranger​:

Still new to the city she wasn’t sure what she thought of the place yet, let alone what bars were good. Not that she was much of a drinker, she hadn’t even thought of what she wanted to order. “Do you have…a menu maybe?” She took a look around after she asked like others might laugh her out of the place. Like she figured no one was paying them any attention, let alone worrying about her being out of place. She thought about bolting, wishing the bartender hadn’t even noticed her. Then again she was in the mood to try new things lately so why not try a new drink.

“Sure sheila, here ya go.” George nodded and handed her a small menu. They didn’t have one of those massive foldout ones- he thought those were annoying as hell. This one was short, sweet, concise, and hopefully had enough options between food (appetizers, burgers, chicken, and vegetarian substitutes) and alcohol (beer, wine, cocktails) that the unfamiliar woman would find at least one thing she’d like. He couldn’t help but notice her glancing around-- was she nervous? His inner predator stirred, interested. “I could give ya my recommendation if you’re having a tough time deciding.”

[georgejo]

offtherxils​:

Trough most of Isak’s life, he had been faced with decisions that other people didn’t seem to find themselves having to make. Of course he knew that the hardest ones of them he had created all on his own as his life spiraled into darker places when he walked away from Max when he most needed him. That did seem to be.. the catalyst for all the shit that had happened afterwards. The drugs, the prostitution, the stealing and owing money.. he just hadn’t been able to stand on his own two feet without digging himself one hole after another with no clue how to get out. But then when he found people like George, who would just value him a little bit, and his world didn’t seem quite as dark as it had a moment before. There was something wholly comforting about the older male, even when he was clearly taking advantage, that Isak found worth returning to. Managing a small chuckle, Isak nodded. “Thanks I guess.” 

He had to just allow himself to be comforted. Normally Isak only did that with people he fully and completely trusted. Max, Feyre, a couple of co-workers. Those were people he put his trust in. With George it was more.. trusting that the shifter wanted what he was giving enough not to take anything too far. His returning smile was soft, not questioning why he felt a flash of pride at having pleased the other. “Of course. Thats okay, sadly I don’t have the neat stamina you do but I’ll make up for it in other ways.” he replied quietly, a shiver running downs his back at the husky timbre of George’s voice. Holding a certain promise of what was to come. The sudden shift in pace, had him blinking a bit dazedly, eyes wide with question. “What?” he echoed, his heart speeding up as he knew what that safe contained. What he most desperately wanted. His insides began burning just by the mere possibility of seeing the bags he was asking for. When what George brought out was one single bag, Isak suspected that he was about to be faced with a task. Given what they had agreed on, giving him a little something now and the rest later was clever.. he wouldn’t be out of whack if he got some in his system, but the teaser taste would ensure he was willing to work hard for the rest. The challenge set before him wasn’t one that scared the boy off. Instead it spurned him into action. Knowing George liked to be in charge, Isak was tentative as he nipped at his bottom lip with both of his own. The fingers of his right hand moving to trail across and around the bulge covered by jean fabric. “Can I see it please?” 

“I know ya will.” George chuckled in response to the stamina comment. It was true, he could take a bit... long, sometimes. Throughout his centuries of life so far, he’d enjoyed on and off hookups- there were only one or two periods of time where he frequently had sex, but regardless if he was getting it regularly or not, he was never aching for it. Work always came first, and strangely enough, gave him enough pleasure to keep putting it first. It wasn’t like he literally got off on commanding the cartel’s underlings or performing executions, but it definitely gave him a rather addicting sense of power. Power that he usually held quietly, without any boasting, but when it came to things done behind closed doors, like this... yeah, he enjoyed having that power over Isak too. Sure enough, seeing the boy’s eyes light up at the sight of heroin only confirmed that power in George’s point of view.

As Isak rose from the couch and nipped at his bottom lip, George- who was starting to get lost in the sensation and smell of the younger that he hadn’t seen in months- realized he was already semi-hard as the light pressure of fingertips danced on the outside of his jeans. He was slightly annoyed at himself with that, but still gave in. “Well,” He smirked, lips grazing against the other’s as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Since you asked so nicely.” He smoothly slid it out from the loops of his pants, resting it on the table in case he’d decided to use it on Isak. With one hand, George started to unbutton and unzip the front of his jeans, and his other hand curled around the back of the younger’s neck. He bent his head slightly as he pulled Isak’s neck towards his mouth, and licked one long, slow stripe from the top of his jugular down towards his collarbone, where he bit. Not hard enough to leave any marks-- as much as he’d love to do that, he was fairly certain Isak had mentioned a boyfriend or some shit in the past, but certainly hard enough to let the boy feel it. He’d had his cock out by now, still halfway hard, when he brought his lips up to the other’s ear. “How ‘bout you get up close and personal with it?” He murmured, breath hot in his ear.

[notesfromtheundergroundman]

And what’s strange, what would be marvelous, is not that God should really exist; the marvel is that such an idea, the idea of the necessity of God, could enter the head of such a savage, vicious beast as man.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[georgejo]

charliexlevin​:

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Charlie nodded at the order and got to work boxing everything the man had asked for. “Sounds fair enough. I uh…I bet they’ll like that you’re doing this for them.” It was her attempt at small talk and being cordial since she couldn’t exactly be an asshole to everyone. She’d put the bakery at risk if that were the case, and she actually liked being here. “I’ve seen it, but can’t say I’ve been. I’m not really the bar type.” Instead she preferred drinking alone.

George shrugged his shoulders, watching her pack the box of tarts together. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s happy workers are hard workers.” That was a lie. Yeah, hard workers could be happy as well, but under the right circumstances, you could get anyone to work hard, even if they’d rather die than do it. He probably had more than a few like that out muling for him right now. “Fine by me.” He chuckled. “Some people like drinks, some people like smokes, there’s something for everyone.”

[georgejo]

nora-aster​:

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Nora’s smile only grew- “I like that, Nora’s Nachos. I think you have a menu rename on your hands, Mr. Bar Owner.” The shifters smile only grew as he made her drink, quickly sipping the drink in front of her with a smile. “It’s so good! There’s alcohol in here?” She had a hard time believing it. But her attention came back to his question. “It’s cool! It’s like exploring different parts of myself- there are things I want to try that I probably couldn’t otherwise. Surfing, and stuff too. Though I’ll make a fool of myself for sure.” 

“I dunno, I think ya gotta pay extra for that.” George teased her lightly, a small smirk on the edge of his lips. “I will say, I put in less than I normally would’ve, since ya said you’re not bonkers ‘bout alcohol. Normally that’s got more in it, but yes. Lemme know if ya ever want one full strength.” He chuckled, resting his palms against his side of the bar and leaning on it slightly. “Good, good. Hey now, making a bogan- sorry, fool of yourself just means you tried something new, s’all. Better that then getting stuck in the same ol’ rut, in my opinion.”

[georgejo]

meenaxkhatri​:

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Meena hummed as she took a moment to consider her options. “I’ll try the ale, yeah.” She smiled brightly at the other. “So How long have you been on the island? I just arrived about a month ago.” She wasn’t looking for mere small talk. Meena was a friend to all and loved to hear others stories and share her own. 

“Ale it is.” George nodded before turning his back for just a moment, grabbing a tall glass. “Mm, I reckon ‘bout a month after it was announced. Can’t say I’ve done much other than establishing this pub, though.” He chuckled as he filled her glass up with a healthy amount of ale, leaving some room at the top for it to foam up. “What about ya, liking Paradisus so far?”

[georgejo]

offtherxils​:

“I suppose thats true.” Isak quietly agreed, allowing Georges words to make him feel at least a tiny bit better about well, failing so miserably at sobriety. The older male might be his drug dealer, but he had always found him to be oddly wise and knowledgeable. The idea of never being able to get out of the vicious cycle of trying for sobriety and failing by using heavily again was one Isak couldn’t even contemplate. How long would he survive like that? How long would Max put up with it before he realized Isak wasn’t worth fighting for? He sighed a little, but nodded, the slightest hint of thoughtfullness on his features. George did have a point. Right now, his version of becoming better was using less, while Max’s version was him quitting completely.. “Oh its really okay. I don’t have many to discuss shit like this with so its really great of you to lend an ear. Just a little?” 

Isak knew it wasn’t the most he’d asked for, but it wasn’t the least either. He could have asked for more, but he was constantly scared of ending up in a position where he would be overcome by enough emotion to take too much. Which meant making sure he didn’t have enough to overdose on, but enough to last a while. “For now yeah.” he nodded a bit, meeting the others stare. It was fairly clear from the look he was given that the prospect of their agreed upon payment was fairly welcome. Which wasn’t a surprise to Isak. His boy was after all, the only thing he had got going for him, and since this wasn’t his first time with George, he did know what would satisfy him and what he liked. The sensation of touch, fingers in his hair, had Isak exhaling deeply. He was wired tight, no surprise it was visible. Staring up at the other trough his lashes, a certain calm was spreading trough him at the reassurance. George would take care of him.. he always did. “You know I’ll give you anything you want George. Is one night enough or do you want more? We’ll work it out, it’s not a problem at all. I’m yours for whatever you need.” And unlike with anyone but his boyfriend, Isak would put his heart into it, because he was damn grateful and thought this amount of kindness needed to be appreciated. 

George’s relationship with Isak as a dealer certainly wasn’t typical, and it was certainly something his father was screaming at him about down in the depths of hell, but he thought it worked for them. A unique exchange for a unique circumstance, he thought. Not that there was anything too special about a young, broke heroin addict- that he’d seen plenty of times over, and he was sure he’d see plenty of times again. No, the special thing was Isak-- or rather, his body. George had seen and been with plenty of men, women, you name it over his 400-some years of life, but Isak’s was definitely one of the best. Not that he’d ever tell him that, but goddamn, was there something just delicious about the toned, tight dancer’s body. Nor would he ever reveal his true age- appearing to be fifteen years older than him probably creeped the boy out enough, but he didn’t want to completely scare him away by revealing the truth. No, knowing he was a shifter was probably enough. “Well sure, I can listen now and again. Like hearing ya talk nearly as much as I like seeing ya nude.” He smirked.

George’s smirk widened slightly as he felt Isak slowly relax into his touch, hearing the slight wind of breath being let out that had been inside for too long. “Atta boy.” He gave him a small, but genuine smile-- rare for him. “Let’s start with tonight, an’ see how ya do. I might tucker you out a bit, but try not to blame me.” His hand moved from massaging Isak’s hair, and slowly trailed down to the nape of his neck. “It’s been a minute since I’ve been able to have some fun with you.” George’s voice was lower now, husky, and a little idea came to mind. “Tell you what, Isak?” His hand abruptly left its place on the boy’s neck, and instead walked towards an ordinary but antique looking cabinet in the corner of the room. With deft fingers, he scrolled through a five number lock combination that held it closed, and swiftly opened it up. He reached into it’s corner and pulled out a single dime bag of white powder. Not fine enough to be cocaine, too heavy to be fentanyl- it was Isak’s beloved H. George locked the cabinet back up, and slowly walked towards Isak again. “I’m feeling generous tonight.” He pocketed the baggie, then leaned down so his lips were right against the younger’s ear. “I’ll give you a line after you make me hard.” He murmured.

[georgejo]

offtherxils​:

It wasn’t no where healthy, to need something so badly you would give anything to have it. Neither was it all that rational, and to top it all of, it lowered your ethics and boundaries to a level where most people wouldn’t respect you if they knew what you had done to get your fix. But that was just it though, you felt so alone in your situation, convinced that no one else could truly understand or help you, that what was right or normal or safe didn’t matter anymore. All that did, was the drug. Hearing the latches click into place, Isak invoulentarily shivered, just slightly. Crossing the threshold meant leaving what control you had left with its owner, come what may. 

The cold was truly settling into his very bones now, making Isak feel small and weak. He might be taller than most guys, but hunched forward like he was now, he knew he didn’t look it. managing a small smile back, he waved a hand. “Nah just, failing at being a better person. But here I am, come to my senses.” another half joke, finding it a bit comforting the way the other said ‘favorite’. At least that was something he could live up to without trouble. Being told to sit, Isak was quick to sink down on the sofa, knowing the faster he complied, the sooner he would get what he was here for. Shifting slightly where he sat, he tried to think of a decent number. “Five or six bags? I just need to ahm.. stay afloat.” 

“Ah, my dear boy, we all fail at least once in an attempt to better ourselves.” George chuckled ominously. “Some of us do it continuously, forever.” He looked at Isak for a moment. “Not to say you will- truly, I don’t think ya doomed at betterment. But perhaps...” He swirled his glass in the air, as if it still had whisky to move about in it. “Reconsider what bettering yourself is, what it could be, for you personally. To better oneself in a way may not be another person’s version of betterment, an’ that’s well and good.” He paused for a moment before shaking his head at himself. “I’m rambling, apologies. Can you tell this isn’t my first grog of the night?” He set the empty glass down on the table.

“Five or six bags, eh?” George raised a thick brow at Isak. He’d asked for more before, and he’d asked for less, but it’d been a while since he paid a visit, and to be frank, George had missed the boy’s body quite a bit. His predator side just wanted to smother the younger with his body, bite and touch and taste and take, but he forced himself to slow down for a moment. As much as he loved the weakness Isak was displaying, he wasn’t a fucking rapist, and he’d never stoop that low. George calmly walked over to where the boy was, until he was right next to him, but didn’t sit. Instead, still standing, he slowly reached down and threaded his fingers through the boy’s tight, curly hair. “Easy.” He muttered, ever so lightly dragging his nails across Isak’s scalp as he stroked his hair. “You’re safe here. I’ve got what you need. You tell me what ya willin’ to give, and I’ll give you a fair amount in return. You know that.”

[georgejo]

nora-aster​:

“Oooooo okay.” The girl only smiled, looking around the bar with a grin as the man spoke. “Oh, I’m Nora. Nora Aster- I think it’s only fair that you share your name as well, Mr. Bar Tender.” As he spoke, she had to force herself to really focus and listen. HIs accent made it difficult. “Upper east coast in the states. I just moved out here this week with my sister.” 

“Gotcha, nachos for Nora.” George hummed, scribbling down the order before walking over to the order counter, ringing the bell and sliding it in. “Shouldn’t be more than ten minutes.” He smiled slightly. “That’s Mr. George to you, missy. Mr. George Bar Owner.” He informed her, then started making her drink. “Ah, very nice. How’re ya liking everything so far?” He asked lightly, shaking the piña colada together before pouring it into a V shaped, tall, nicely ridged glass, and finished it with a slice of fresh pineapple on the rim. “There you go, Nora. Enjoy.”

[georgejo]

offtherxils​:​

The last few days had been tough ones, trying to space out what little H he had left and steadily realizing he had to get more if he was to avoid the pain levels rising further. There was only one guy to call when he was nearing all out.. George. No matter how hard Isak had tried, he was back here again. The truth was that he had found the other his first week on the island, relieved to have a dealer close by out of sheer habit. And then Max had appeared, turning his life upside down and making him remember why life was worth living without dulling it out or partying so hard you might just die. It was a cliche, that one guy could replace all the things your drug habit had provided you with. In a sane, healthy way, not the downward spiraling toxic way. 

Every time he decided to get more drugs though, Isak’s brain went into overdrive. His conscience and dark side battling it out. Do you really want to prolong this? What would Max say? Haven’t you had enough? Do you need more? By the time he arrived at the house, it was a relief to form a fist and knock out the combination of numbers. Just a little bit longer, and he’d have some damn quiet. No inner war, no doubts, no guilt.. Just peace and quiet. Meeting the older mans gaze, Isak nodded back in greeting. “George.” His voice not as forceful, with just the slightest shiver in it. He’d do anything for a fix right now. Anything. “Thanks.” he said, quick to step inside and chip off his shoes and jacket. “Long time no see.” he half joked, given that it was indeed a few months since he had been here. 

George smirked slightly, hearing the wavering in Isak’s voice. His inner predator instinct was absolutely salivating, senses honing in on the body language that just screamed vulnerability. “Y’welcome.” He hummed before closing the door, locking the first latch, then the deadbolt, and an extra one right near the base for security. He did his best to make sure his house was break-in proof, and while locks on all of his doors and windows were good, his home security system was even better. 

George watched Isak for a moment before giving him a small smile. “Too right. Here I was, thinking one of my favorite junkies cleaned up for good.” He chuckled, slowly walking over towards the living room table to reach for his whisky once again. Once he had it, thick fingers wrapped around the cool glass, he motioned for Isak. “Sit.” He inclined his head towards the sofa. It was a simple order, and one he knew the boy would do without hesitation-- that was, if he really was in as bad of a state as George thought him to be in. He tilted the drink towards his lips, leaned his head back a bit, and downed the rest of the half-glass in one, smooth gulp. “So, how much do we need this time?”

[sinfvlsouls]

[georgejo]

George’s house wasn’t as ideally as big as he’d want it, but he wouldn’t want the attention and questions that came with it. After all, he could afford to build a mansion from the ground up and a few acres of land to go along with it, and still have a disgusting amount of money leftover. But his quiet, average house at the end of the street would do. It had two stories, a fenced front and backyard, and a garden. No kids, no pets- unless you counted his fish tank, but they were mainly snacks if he was shifted and too lazy to unshift. Regardless, it was also a perfect house to do a little business in.

He stood in the living room of the house, watching his colorful fish swim and dart about in their large tank. In his hand, a half-finished glass of whisky. He was awaiting the arrival of Isak, one of the few H junkies he dealt with on the island. To be completely honest, George didn’t even like dealing the shit himself, but the money it brought in was undeniable. Yes, it was true that Isak hardly ever paid in cash, but the other addicts made up for him, and besides, it wasn’t like George didn’t appreciate his particular form of payment.

Just as he took another healthy sip of his drink, he heard the familiar, specific set of knocks one had to do in order to get into his house. 1-2-1-3. George smirked to himself before setting his glass down lightly on the table, striding over to the door and using the peephole just to ensure Isak was alone- which he was. The boy was good about that, at least. With that, he opened the door. “Isak.” George nodded, looking him up and down before stepping aside. “C’mon in.”

@offtherxils​

[georgejo]

nora-aster​:

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“Grog?” It was an accent she hadn’t heard before- smiling a little more. “Nacho’s sound fantastic, and I can try one drink, I suppose. If you can make something sweet? Not a beer- I don’t…understand beer drinkers. Stuff is nasty looking, smells bad…” She only shook her head. “Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Yeah, ‘Straylian for beer, alcoholic beverage, drink, what-have-ya.” George smiled back at her, inwardly sure he had her interest now. “Excellent, I’ll put an order of nachos under- ah, gonna need your name, chickie.” He held a notepad and pen, ready to take her name. “Mm, I know what I’ll make ya. A piña colada, I’ll even go light on the rum.” He chuckled. “Australia, the land down under. ‘Bout you, where’re ya from?”

[georgejo]

evolxt​:

He seemed to be in a hurry, and for a moment Evolet thought about chiding herself for not only a lack of manners but also a lack of perception. “Oh, I don’t mean to keep you, please continue on. There is quite a novelty yet still to this weather for me, but I feel that may not be the case for you.” Laughing lightly, she lifted an apologetic hand, signaling that it was alright that he not stop to chat if he was in a rush. “I’m Evolet, but I’m sure it’ll be wonderful to make your acquaintance when I’m not delaying you.” 

George paused for a moment, hesitating slightly. Well fuck- he didn’t want to raise too much suspicion or questions about why he was hurrying. After all, he did attempt to appear normal whenever the opportunity presented itself. And besides, what was the junkie going to do other than bitch if he was a bit late? He couldn’t exactly go to anyone else- as far as George knew, he was the island’s only supplier right now. Fuck it. He thought. Time to make nice with the neighbors. 

“Ya not keeping me at all, Evolet. Lovely name, by the way. I s’pose it’s just habit for me to be in a rush. Guess I should stop to smell the roses every once in a while.” George chuckled, having stopped a few feet away past her. He leaned forwards a step, and extended an arm. “I’m George. Might I guess you’re originally from England, or did I just make a drongo of myself?”

[georgejo]

nora-aster​:

“Just a break.” Nora smiled, settling into the bar stool before looking around. “I’m not…I mean I’m old enough by american standards, but alcohol never really fascinated me. I didn’t drink a whole lot.” The young shifter shrugged a bit, watching the other. It wasn’t like her friend group to go out either. “I’m really just exploring the island still.” 

“Oh?” George quirked one of his eyebrows, pursing his lips for a moment. He didn’t really allow loitering, but... if he could convince her to buy even just an appetizer, he’d be able to not look like a total ass kicking a sweet looking young lady out to the curb. “Well, good thing this isn’t ‘Merica, ey?” George gave her a small smile. “If ya not into grog, may I interest you in something to eat? Nachos, crisps, salad?”