[OPEN] im not big on social graces..

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada walked back to his seat, seeing the woman had put another one there. He decided after this one, he may as well go home and get some sleep. He had to open tomorrow, and as luck would have it, Zander probably wouldn't be back.

He drank his drink slowly, pulling out his phone to see no text messages. He put it back into his pocket then pulled out his wallet, leaving the money there for the woman before sliding off his stool.

"No keys, Vegas?" A girl asked him, leaning over the counter. He pulled out his pockets.

"Nope." He said, then walked out the front door.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan had almost got himself in a fight, but decided to go calm down outside. So when that familiar face came out, he smirked. "Leaving so soon?" He complained, sneered. "What's a guy like you got to go back to?"

A taunting laugh. He shoved at his chest. "C'mon, I saw you protect those pieces of shit in the store, can you protect yourself too?"

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Vegas stumbled back, putting his hand on the wall. "Unlike some people, I actually have work in the morning. And I'd like to make it a point of calling my boyfriend before he goes to bed." He said flatly, fixing his glasses. He cursed the store for still not having them in.

"I'm not protecting anybody. If Zander gets mad enough, he'll kill you. I know. I was on the wrong end of his short fuse one time. What's your fucking problem with him and his boyfriend anyways? The kid's tortured enough. And it seems to me like you're the one doing it. Real fucking mature." He pushed past him, continuing on his walk to his house.

[dylan flambyte parker]

But Dylan wasn't done, he had got what he wanted. A reaction. He grabbed at his shirt collar. "My fucking brother doesn't deserve what he has," He growled. "He's a fucking retarded dumbass."

He shoved the guy forward this time. "Come on. Just cos I won't sleep with people on purpose nomore doesn't mean I don't want a fight."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Vegas groaned. He didn't want to fight. He wanted to go home and call Jayson.

"The only way anyone would sleep with you was if you made them. And anyone willing to do it is the retarded one. Not your brother. I don't want to fight and I don't want to fuck. I want to go home. Is that okay by you, Captain Dumbass? Or do I have to stand here and deal with more shoving until you're content?" He shifted his weight to one foot, his head cocked to the side.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan's teeth gritted. "Fucker," He snapped. "I never begged to fucking sleep with people." Eyes blazed a deep red suddenly, and he drove his hand across the side of the guy's face, pushing him harshly up against the wall.

"Run home to your little boyfriend," He hissed. "What does he see in you anyways? Fuckin' wimp." He dragged him forward by the throat then let go, slinking back towards the bar door.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada groaned again, gritting his teeth. "I don't know what the fuck he sees in me." And he honestly didn't. He didn't know why the boy liked him; he was annoying and stupid, right? He also didn't think he would appreciate the fact someone had actually laid a hand on him. 'He wouldn't appreciate the fact that you didn't fucking punch him back, dumbass,' He thought, putting his hands in his pocket and starting again on his way home.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan shook his head, finishing a ninth drink before finally prowling off into the dark of the night, alert and quiet. He stumbled faintly, running a hand through his hair as he looked around. He was supposed to work tomorrow. A hang over was going to absolutely suck. He took note where he had seen this guy working, wasn't done bothering him yet. But he couldn't do it around Nash, either.