Night Out || {open}
cass-avery:
“O-Obligations?” He scrunches up his face in mock confusion. “Am I saying that right? Obligations?”
“No, you’re right. I’ve no idea what obligations are. I’m only an entrepreneur of my own means with a massive clientele. But sure, keep waving that big cock around because you are so, so, so much better than me, aren’t you, Black?”
He steps close enough to Regulus that his cigarette smoke wafts into the other man’s face.
Reg coughed a few times when the smoke got in his face. He tried smoking once and it didn’t sit well with him. He turned and glared at Cass. “Fuck off, Avery,” he snapped. He came out here to get away from people, not be bullied and berated by this asshole.
“No one actually gives a shit.” About either of us. “So do us both a favor and get lost.” I was here first.














