You damn well there’s a joke in here to be said about a Senator in Heaven. First time it has ever happened, because Lord knows they are barred from it when they die, so a strip club temporarily named Heaven is the closest thing we can do. He’s coming in late after an eventful trip to Hell and the ears start to ring a little with the rock and roll. Operator like this can’t risk more tinnitus that what he already has, so off he goes on a break, and by break, he really means indulge in the same hedonism as before, just in a slightly quieter environment. A STRIP CLUB WITH A CHILL ATMOSPHERE or whatever the fuck this casualness is supposed to mean. He spots the Senator, a someone-in-the-crowd that he knows and... he knows him back. Oh, brother. He’s sighing as he picks up two stiff drinks at the open bar before making his way over. He knows he can’t stay out of Devin’s path forever if he’s going to be here at the Haus, so it is best to approach this head on and iron out a few details before the details iron him.
He sits himself quickly right beside Devin, setting down the two drinks on the low table in front of them, hand sliding up Devin’s lower back resting on his traps, trying to portray a natural conversation between friends to any interested eyes so that it may appear unremarkable. “Senator. Listen close fer a minute. Agent Hadrian Wall, y’know who I am, so—” it was a statement, don’t answer. “—first thing: others don’t. In here, I’m just Hadrian, an’ I don’t work security; I’m a Texas oil billionaire, you may ‘er may not know me, don’t really matter. Second thing, play nice. I’d hate t’ turn this place into a massacre if they knew. Okay?” The most beautiful and harmless smile a man could ever see once Hadrian backed off from leaning into Devin’s ear, you could believe he was young and in love for the first time, but that’s just a murderer. Anyways. “I got ya a drink, too, c’mon, now!” Shift in tone, life in his eyes, light in the cameras, action. He’s taking one of the identical two drinks he brought in as a conversation starter. Stiff, just like him under those black dress pants. By the way, nice tits, Senator.
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