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"Get the fuck out of here, Sterling!" The bark of an order came from an agitated guard as the door to the bar opened and the man shoved the slender young blond several steps out of the bar. Reeking of liquor and smoke. "I don't give a shit who 'needs you alive'. Next time you so much as light a match in this place, I'm putting your ass in the basement."
The door slammed before Ashcroft could even finish his spat of 'Fuck you's." As he waved both middle fingers in the direction of the bar. Drunk as hell, and a little roughed up, with soot marred on his face, Ashcroft huffed and turned, blue eyes blearily glancing around for another place to light a flame and get even more drunk. Before he could get very far, however, Ash's shoulder bumped hard into a man walking the opposite direction, and his expression twisted, chin lifting haughtily.
"Excuse the fuck outta you." He muttered, even as one hand lifted and twisted in the other’s sleeve to steady himself.











