Rule No. 1
May. 26th, 2015 08:28 pmCharacters: Ace ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
7yearsbad, Haunt hauntedone, whoeverWhat: 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.
