(Insert The Killers lyrics here)
Because I need validation, here is a snippet from my very oc heavy check please wip.
Friday night. It is yet another Friday night where Kent if it was legal would've killed each and every one of his teammates by now. Starting with Scraps and also ending him too because seriously if this guy doesn't shut up soon Kent is not responsible for his actions.
"Come on Parser, just fucking tell me what you type is already?"
Kent looks down at his glass of lemonade and has to remind himself, for about the millionth time tonight, why he doesn't drink. He sneaks a glance at Jeff's half full bottle of Sam Adams and is about to grab it when Jeff slowly drags the bottle up to drink from while shaking his head at him.
"There's a pretty blonde by the bar that's been making eyes over here all night. If you don't want her, I'll take her." Dodge finishes his sentence by throwing a wink in the previously mentioned blonde's direction. And god dammit, now Kent is going to have to say something.
"Kent doesn't take blondes. Remember that thing about it being like fucking your clone or something." Oh, so now Jeff is being helpful. Well, not really but considering all the other of his 'nice' teammates are dancing or at home Kent will take what he can get.
"Yeah. Fuck yes, I dibs the blonde then."
Just before Kent is about to send a thank you pray up to the sky for finally, finally stopping this conversation, Jeff that fucking traitor swoops in and says "Dodge, she hasn't been making eyes at you or Parser, they're aimed at Mirror."
Kent has to admit Mirror's giant bug eyes and "What?" might be worth having Dodge stick around for a couple of more minutes.
"Dude, if you were paying attention to anything but your phone you would've realised that a insanely hot girl has been trying to get you to go over to her all night."
"Swoops, are you sure? I mean, come on like you said she's smoking, there's no way she was looking at Mirror."
"Mirror could totally have a women like that all over him. He has the hair and nerd look working for him."
"Thanks, Parse. Glad someone here appreciates me."
"Dude still looks eighteen" Jeff actually makes a really good point. Fuck, Kent must be really off his game tonight if the overprotective captain in him didn't protest to the fucking baby rookie joining them in a fucking club. Fuck fake ids, absolutely fuck them.
"Yeah, that's cause he is fucking eighteen." Directing the first part at Jeff and then making eye contact with Mirror he demands "Speaking of that, get the hell up, we're fucking leaving."
"Dude, leave him, he's having fun." Sorry, Jeff but no he isn't judging by the sad puppy eyes Mirror has had all night. Only Kent doesn't say this is because it will spark an argument that will prolong the time spent in this hell club.
"Hey, that means the blonde's free game right?" Fuck, Dodge. Actually fuck all his teammates.
When Kent starts to move away from the table with his hand on the Mirror's back, Scraps grabs his wrist and tries to pull Kent back to the table. "Parse, he'll be fine if he stays. Let the kid have fun."
"Yes, I know he would be fine. But that's only because I would be here. The guy is still a kid and I'm not letting him get drunk and pressured by his teammates, who are meant to at least somewhat care about his wellbeing, to have sex with some stranger." Scraps actually looks shock at the bitterness that Kent makes sure that that speech is steeped in despite the fact this happens every time the Aces have a baby rookie out with them.
Kent makes sure to keep his hand on Mirror's back all the way through the club until they are back outside in the now cold Vegas night air.
