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Ran wasn’t talkative…. Until they had their fair share of drinks. Today was a busy day at the billiard table, lots of bets, lots of money… And as usual, Ran won. They had enough money to get wasted for a week, but right now, they were happily chugging at their sixth gin tonic, more talkative than they had been in months.
After the commotion died, all that was left were the remaining goons, some last costumers, too wasted to leave, and Silco, or mister boss man, how Dustin would call him in secret. Ran put their glass on the bar, signaling for Thieram, who understood their silent communication. Their ears fell upon Silco’s conversation, alcohol now clouding their judgement. In their right mind, they would never speak up like that… Yet the words came out of their mouth without a second though as they swirled the contents of their drink before taking a long sip.
His comment brought a chuckle to their lips, something so rare… Less than a handful of people have heard Ran laugh, yet, here they were, chuckling softly at their boss’ words. “Mhmm, definitely the chin…” They nodded. “Oh a goatee would be very good, yeah…” They smirked, leaning against the bar as their legs weren’t trustworthy anymore, specially after their seventh drink being almost halfway over.
Hearing the chuckle from Ran there was a momentary pleased glint in his good eye. It was nice hearing his normally quiet bodyguard actually laugh for once. For as cold, and stand offish as Silco normally was with most of the people that worked with him to maintain a degree of authority and respect he understood there was also space for a bit of casualness from time to time. Particularly with someone who spent as much time around him as Sevika, or in this case Ran. Although it did make him wonder just how much she had drank already. Leaning over a bit he raised an eyebrow at Thieram who murmured quietly. “They are on seven right now, boss.” Well it wasn’t as though he had any particular right to chastise someone for their drinking, or much of anything else. So long as it didn’t interfere with their work, and at that moment Ran was off duty.
“Perhaps I’ll work on that goatee. Might be time for a change. A small one.” Downing his whiskey Silco considered it for a moment then nodded. “If you can get it for the right price, but don’t go out of your way. Next one.” The bartender reached up for the next new bottle. “Yes Sir, this one was a bit expensive. I got it just in case, but unless it’s quite good I think we already have other drinks.”
Listening for a moment Silco let out a contemplative little hrmm before glancing to see Ran leaning against the bar. “You look like you are about to fall, there has to be…” Looking around Silco grabbed a nearby bar stool, and slid it behind Ran patting at their shoulder. “Sit down for a minute.” With his new drink poured Silco tossed half of it back wanting to see how it’d feel going down, and it was a smooth enough drink but he wasn’t convinced yet it was worth the cost. A note of amusement was in Silco’s voice as he spoke once more. “You keep drinking Ran you might just end up sleeping on the sofa in my office… just how much did you win? I’m surprised they keep betting against you.”
