no but like Satake being too lazy to put in the effort for sex so he just turns his ass towards Luce and is all like “there ya go, do whatever you want” and starts doing his paperwork while Luce fucks him or something

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no but like Satake being too lazy to put in the effort for sex so he just turns his ass towards Luce and is all like “there ya go, do whatever you want” and starts doing his paperwork while Luce fucks him or something
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+ It was a late Thursday night as the leader of the infamous Pytts, sat at the bar of a small club. He had been there for business and it had a positive outcome fortunately. Business partners who were loyal and ‘truthful’ were hard to find. Though, truth in this world was not something that existed. They both lied, gave each other fake smiles, laugh about stupid jokes and give each other a hand in denial. Yeah, you never knew who to trust, so Vincent would see what would come of it, or not. They had two weeks time to prove themselves and then the Pytts would gave them a nice visit.
However, that meeting was over and now he was sitting at the bar. It was interesting how people could be read so easily. With his observant mind he could almost think what the person it question thought of, or how they felt. Insecure. Sexy. Overconfident. Excited. Nasty. Nauseous. Simple creatures. When the maroon haired male turned his head, he saw a person sitting a few seats away from him.Taking a sip from his water, no alcohol for him, he tried to read the other, however this was a challenging one. Interesting. Vincent stood up, what had he to lose tonight? Nothing. Might as well enjoy his night alone. “Evening.” He took the seat next to the stranger and looked at them, “What’re you drinking?” Then glanced at the glass in front of them. Might as well chat someone up, huh?