I require Curt to pace around his hotel room at lightning speed because being in one room is killing him while Owen is drinking a glass of wine and reading meanwhile Curt's practically ripping his hair out because he has nothing to do and Owen's reading, but he doesn't want to disturb him but he also REALLY WANTS TO DISTURB HIM so Owen finally looks up from his book and Curt's fucking gnawing on his shirt and Owen's like "jesus fucking christ Mega are you that desperate?" and then Curt punches him in the face because my man needs to take a walk and get fresh air and not sit in a damn hotel room for hours
Sanzu finally grown slightly. “Well if you’re working get me a drink then. Whiskey neat. Double shot.”
“You know I have some sway here babe. I do who I want, when I want, wherever I want and your owner wouldn’t bat an eye.”
His smirk drifts across his lips as he brings his cigarette back. “I could come behind that bar and put my tongue wherever I want on that pretty body and no one would say a thing.”
-Sanzu
they sighed, knowing they didn’t really have much of a choice other than to serve him his drink. they turned to grab a chilled glass from the cooler under the counter, but practically dropped it while listening to him ramble.
“i’m sure the patrons wouldn’t be too happy about it.” well, that was a stretch, considering the energy in the casino and bar was always tipping into uncharted territory. “and my boss — not my owner — wouldn’t be too happy about you distracting me from my job.”
he finished pouring his double shot and placed it on a napkin to keep wet rings off the bar top. “shut your mouth, sanzu. i’ve had just about enough of you tonight. you give me a headache.”