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technicallydeceasedcallenreese‌
“You do make it look good.” He admitted, shaking his head. Ash leaned his chin on his hand, an eyebrow raised. “Kind of makes it hard to blend, unless the Port Mafia doesn’t need to blend in?”
Chuuya looked incredibly pleased by the agreement as he look yet another sip of his drink. “When we show up in any numbers, it tends to be a matter of war. We don’t really mess with small time stuff, anyway.”
technicallydeceasedcallenreese‌
“You’re much less terrible than I thought.” He agreed, sipping slower and drinking much less than Chuuya. “You dress like a mafia don from a movie though, dead giveaway that you’re up to no good.”
“That’s the way I like to play it. When I walk in the room, everyone should know exactly what I’m about. It’s like the bright red mark of a Black Widow, letting you know not to get too close. And besides that-- I make this look good.” He smirked.
trashratman‌
He set his empty glass down. “Whiskey, two.” He held up his fingers and then pointed at Chuuya, then him.
“Neat, no mess, Reggie.” Chuuya qualified with an irritated look. Ordering whiskey for him, what a smug ass.
“... Been awhile since we drank together.” He commented dryly when the fresh glasses were pushed in front of them. Despite his mood, he accepted the drink with a small sip that brought the tell-tale pink blush to his lips. He had always been a lightweight-- he was petite!-- and he had already been drinking before the real chaos incarnate walked in.
trashratman‌
“Shut the hell up Chuuya.” Dazai muttered under his breath, taking a longer swig of his drink, his mood ruined. “I need harder liquor…”
Welcome to the club, asshole.
Chuuya rolled his eyes at that comment, downing the rest of his wine. “Order it, then. You’re already here.”
technicallydeceasedcallenreese‌
“Can’t blame me for being a little suspicious.” Ash pointed out, though he wondered just how much truth there was to Chuuya’s boast, and raised an eyebrow at it. “The Corsican mafia isn’t a good organization. Anyone working with them would automatically be on my list of people to avoid.”
“Mafias tend not to be good organizations. I didn’t join one because Girl Scouts didn’t take me, you know.” He laughed, his cheeks getting a little pink as he continued to drink. “I’m a pretty terrible person. Though, not as terrible as you thought when I walked up. I have standards.”
technicallydeceasedcallenreese‌
He raised an eyebrow. “I know about the Corsican Mafia does…how much more different is the Port Mafia?” Ash asked warily, setting his glass down again.
“Conceptually, the same. I could crush that whole place before dinner, though.” Chuuya sighed, looking almost put out about his statement before a little smugness crept back into his expression. “But I feel you edging back to asking about current business. Suffice to say, our worlds don’t often overlap.”
technicallydeceasedcallenreese‌
“Yes.” Ash took another drink, draining the wine glass this time before setting it down and pouring it more full. “What about you? What about this Port Mafia?”
Chuuya looked pleased by that, finishing his own and not needing to ask the bartender to refill it for him. “Quite different from what we were talking about. I was... Persuaded to leave the gang that I had been-- what would the English word for it be? A member of the board? One of the leaders-- that I had been very active in, for the Port Mafia at fifteen. Became an Executive there not long after. Our work culture is significantly more cut throat than a gang family. Though, I can’t say I don’t like it.”
trashratman‌
He clenched his jaw, quick as a snake grabbing Chuuya’s chin and gripping it. “Why I left is none of your concern, Chuuya.” His eyes darkened, his grip tightened for a moment before he let go and returned to his drink.
“I’m trying to be different. I couldn’t be with the Mafia anymore. But leaving the Port Mafia–” Leaving you– “Was hard. Don’t ever think you know me, that you would think it was easy.”
His eyes narrow as Dazai dares to touch him so familiarly, even going as far as using force that Chuuya could easily overpower him in response to. If they weren’t in a normal bar, he would sock him into next week for having the balls to act like this towards him.
“Oh, so noble. Desecrating the dead and blowing up my stuff can just get wiped away by faking your own death on a whim. Isn’t the world great.” He bit out as he brought his glass of wine back up to his lips.
technicallydeceasedcallenreese‌
“I don’t let them be preyed on, but i don’t sugarcoat the dangers.” Ash said firmly. “There’s no point. Not when they came from the streets, they already know. I help them learn to survive it. Because if Idon’t teach them…no one will.”
“If no one teaches them, they’ll die like mangy dogs in the street.” He agreed smoothly. “And do they learn to earn their keep?”
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Dazai picked up his glass and took a slow drink. “Its called surviving, Chuuya, nevermind what I was. What I am not is who I am and I don’t really see the point of telling them who I used to be.” Convoluted maybe, but that’s how Dazai convinced himself of the lie and lived with it. “Besides. I have you to remind me who I used to be, so there’s my penance. Awww Chuuya don’t look away from me…” He reached out, flicking one of the fine chains hanging from the brim of the hat.
Chuuya swatted his hand away with more force than necessary, the sound catching the bartender’s attention before he averted his eyes again. Every second around Dazai just made him more irritated. It was only worse when he thought about how flippant he was being about his utter betrayal.Â
“I know who you are better than anyone, Dazai.” He snapped at him, though his gaze did come right back to fall on that stupid face. “You are cruel and heartless. The Port Mafia was where you belonged. Surviving? What bullshit.”
trashratman‌
The smile faltered for a moment before he brightened. “Well I’m alive, so lets throw an orgy. Well, an orgy of two, I suppose that’s not an orgy then is it.”
“Only if you bring all of your shit personalities. You’re pretty set on lying to those dumb detectives, making them think you’re a totally different person. It’s disgusting how you can lie about yourself like that.” He growled as he looked away with a flip of his hair.
technicallydeceasedcallenreese‌
“Yeah, I was fifteen.” He nodded, setting the glass down, staring into the liquid, watching his and Chuuya’s distorted reflection. “I don’t let them fight until they’re older, or do any of the dangerous shit. Its really just a way to protect them from people who would prey on them.”
“Protection is the idea but when do you cross the line into coddling, do you think? The world is a dark and violent place, full of terrible people. Are you protecting them by keeping them from violence?” He wondered, tilting his head to the side before taking another sip.
technicallydeceasedcallenreese‌
“Been with the gang for five years, only been the leader for two of them.” Ash finally sat down and took the wine glass, closing his eyes and sniffing the wine, recognizing it immediately, before taking a sip to taste it. “I’m only the leader of the Manhattan gang, there’s a Harlem and Chinatown leader. However I brought the Brooklyn gang and a few other boroughs under me as well. If a kid needs a safe place, they know to come to me, that I’ll protect them.”
“That’s no small feat.” He praised lightly.
He watched the wine in his glass swirl around for a moment longer before looking up. “You were fifteen when you became a boss, then? That was right around when I got my current position. Young blood keeps the machines rolling, doesn’t it?” He said with a slightly soft expression. “You take in kids? How exactly do you have that work out?”
trashratman‌
Dazai gave him a smug smile as Chuuya ordered his drink, folding his hands on the bar now. “You’d miss me Chuuyyyaa. Admit it.” He enjoyed tormenting the ginger.
“You were already dead once and I threw a party. Never looked back once.” He denied swiftly as the glass was slid in front of Dazai, the scotch slowly poured over the perfect ball of ice.
trashratman‌
“You wound me!” Dazai fake gasped, putting a hand to his heart. “Absolutely crushing me. Why not buy me a drink so I can drown myself in it?”
“Scotch, rocks.” Chuuya ordered, knowing exactly what Dazai drank. They weren’t strangers to bars. “Save me the trouble of looking at you, then.”
“Twenty two. I just have a young face.” Chuuya responded with a smirk as they went into the bar.Â
His gaze roamed across the establishment for a moment before giving a dubious nod. It would do. He did tend to frequent way more expensive places but the price tag wasn’t a requirement for his enjoyment. “I was a lot more attached to the people in my gang than you, it seems. Kids tend to have a lot of needs to fulfill, after all, so I took my place with them pretty seriously.” He mentioned off-handedly as he sat down in the middle of the bar, setting his hat in front of him.
“Show us your top shelf red, will you?” Chuuya said, immediately slipping a fifty to the bartender to ensure that they would be treated very well, no matter if they place suddenly filled up or not.
“You don’t know my attachment to my gang.” Ash said sharply, going over to the bar and leaning against it, not comfortable enough to sit down. Every line in his body was rigid, waiting. “You are older than me, but only by a few years.”
The bartender nodded and went to get the bottle and two glasses, returning after a few minutes, opening the bottle for Chuuya, more solicitous to him than Ash, not that the blonde minded.
"Relax, Ash. You're jumping to unpleasant intentions. You implied your gang was just a place to live, I only responded." Chuuya said calmly, taking the newly poured glass to swirl the wine in a delicate motion of his gloved hand. After a moment of inhaling, he took a thoughtful sip before nodding.
The mafioso gestured to the other glass. "Tab's on me. How long have you been with your gang, both as leader or a member? New York isn't a small town to compete in."
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“My day just got worse and you haven’t even opened your mouth yet.”
“Allow me to brighten your day then, Chuuuuuyaaaa.”
“There must be a million better things for you to do than show up at this bar and say my name with that shit-spilling mouth.”
“Probably. But i can’t think of anything right now, so here i am, bothering you. Are you really that unhappy about seeing me?” He settled on the barstool, folding one long leg over the other and leaning on his hand.
"Your face spoils everything in the room, you absolute waste of bandages." He scoffed.
