Rule No. 1

[7yearsbad]

Characters: Ace 7yearsbad, Haunt hauntedone, whoever
What: Neither of the boys has had a great night
Location: Starts at Fortuna's Casino, we'll see where it ends up; related to this post.
Date: Just after Haunt and Ace both get a facefull of glass.
Rating: PG-PG13ish?
Status: Ongoing | Open


Glass. It had to be glass. The guy who'd hit him was apologizing profusely, trying to help him up, and only making things worse by wiping his face with a bar towel. Beating him off, Ace fumbled blindly in the general direction of the men's room, leaving a trail of red behind him. There was still bits of glass in his hair, and stuck to his brows and lashes, so he didn't dare open his eyes. The shrill screams, however, alerted him that he'd blundered into the wrong bathroom. Muttering apologies, he fell into the men's room door in his hurry to escape the ladies room.

Finding the sink wasn't too hard, but getting the glass off his face proved stupidly difficult. It didn't help that he couldn't see what he was doing. His movements were jerky, rapid, as much from urgency as pain. Haunt had broken Rule No. 1: Don't hit on the Boss. He hoped the investment had been enough.

Comments

[hauntedone]

"You see you just can't get this kind of service from Dr Sparky." Haunt paused to yell to the other room, "Thanks Chemy."

He returned his attention to Ace, "best mad scientist ever."

[7yearsbad]

"I'm rather fond of him, yes."

Ace took a seat and concentrated on not getting blood on it.

"Hey Chemy, is it this one or the next one I get free?"

[chemy]

"I could check, but let's say it's this one," Chemy called from the kitchen. He reappeared a minute later with cookies on a plate and three teacups awkwardly arranged in his other hand. "Can somebody help me with these?"

Once they were on the table, he grabbed one of the cookies for himself and took a bite. "Just the usual for the both of you? I haven't seen you in months, Haunt, I hope business is good."

[hauntedone]

"I'll take two fast heals and one suppressor."

"Not gonna lie I was a little gunshy after growing a set of mandibles, it really cramped my flirting." he said with a grin. "though it turns out some chicks liked the clicks."

"Business has almost been too good, I have been sleeping in my loft more often than my own bed, but I picked up a pair of employees so that should really help. How about you?" he said as he took a cookie

[7yearsbad]

One could usually gauge Ace's business rate by how badly he was injured. Judging by his current injuries, business was booming.

"Yep, the usual." He also took a cookie and bit into it carefully. Sometimes these things had aftershocks, and he really didn't feel like chipping a tooth or burning his tongue.

[chemy]

"Here we go, happy pills for everyone," Chemy returned with little paper packets for both men. He studied Ace's face for a minute. "You probably want to get that nose straightened out before you take that, if you don't want to keep the look."

"I really wish you'd let me give you a permanent healing factor, Ace, I worry about you."

[7yearsbad]

"That bad, huh? Okay, I'll get it looked at first. The night is yet young."

He made to tuck the packet into his coat pocket, realized it was still damp with blood, and shoved the pills in his hip pocket instead.

"Against the rules, I'm afraid," Ace reminded him with a rueful smile. "My old lady would kill me if we tried."

[chemy]

"Maybe some day," Chemy replied, his tone as wistful as every time they had this conversation. "You boys need anything else? Haunt, I'm gonna bag that order up and name it after you."

[7yearsbad]

"Add another pack of bandages to that," Ace said, leaving a small payment on the table. "Awww don't I get something named after me?"