THE DANDY PIGĀ
7 P.M. w/ @masonhcllā
Ā Javier was making his rounds. His first instinct had been to find Henri. To make sure he was still living. Breathing. More importantly, that after the death of Lorenzo, his succession had been secured. It was impossible to imagine returning under these circumstances to find their organization had been flipped upside down. Not after the harrowing heād experienced. Whatever was left- whatever remained, it needed to have a purpose. Javi would not begin to iron out the details without the only people heād ever really trusted. Next on that impossibly short list was Mason. The only other human being whoād ever remained fixated at his side out of choice. Not because heād had to. Not because that was part of his job. They shared many of the same ideals. Dealt with (and stowed away) their pain in similar ways. Javi would have scoured the city to find Mason, but his first stop seemed the most likely place to find him. A shoddy dive bar that Javier had come into ownership of by way of blackmail. The establishment served multiple purposes⦠Some of which were not appropriate to speak about out loud. Heād made his way in through the back. Greeted the stock boy whoād been a Vittori hopeful. Not a single person had seen Javi in a month or more, so their surprise was expected- but what hadnāt been, was how they seemed happy to see him. But the revelation doesnāt so much as crease his brow. Javi continues to snake his way through the entrails of the bar until heās made his way out front, music blaring from the jukebox, and cordially announces just as loud as he can over all of the noise; āNEXT ROUNDāS ON ME!ā
Following the drunken cheers of the crowd, Javi rooted himself behind the bar, maneuvering until he found a specific head of dark hair sat at the far end. āMaldito bastardo. Probablemente has estado bebiendo gratis todo el tiempo que me he ido.ā
Perhaps it was the feeling of comfort, or maybe just the thought that his friend could waltz through the door at any given moment, that brought him to the Dandy Pig nearly every day. Perhaps Mason just liked wasting his time in a dive bar. He would usually get here and talk shit with Javier, but ever since the departure of the male in question things had been quiet. At least at this end of the bar. The music was loud, people were talking ā though it didnāt bother him. The chatter and background noises kept him busy as he nursed the freshly tapped beer. So busy that heād almost missed the roar of a very familiar voice.Ā Just as he was about to turn around to see if the voice matched the face, Javier beat him to it.Ā āHijo de mil putas,ā Mason exclaimed as a big grin stretched across his face. Standing up from the stool heād been sitting on for a few hours now, he captured the other in a friendly, welcoming hug, a forceful back pat never missing.Ā āMe dijeron que el jefe se encargarĆa de eso, hermano,ā Mason answered, that same grin never faltering as he sat back down on the bar stool.Ā
āHowāve you been? Itās good to see you, cabrón.ā With all that had happened, including the shift in the Vittori hierarchy, Mason was glad that one of the few people he trusted had returned.Ā













