Pepper exhaled a breath, shaking his head even as his hand clutched at his stomach. It had been stupid, going in there when he’d known it would be a trap. Of course it was. Nothing to do with his damn father was ever anything but a trap and now seemed to be proving that. The bullet in his abdomen causing the blood to pour and his skin to pale was entirely a trap and entirely his own fault... and Rosie was never supposed to find out. Letting out a feint attempt at a laugh, he gripped a bloody hand on the wall as he tried to push himself past her and towards a first aid kit he kept around. There had to be something in there to stop the bleeding... “Congratulations, you’re... you’re very observant.”

to; m/f/b

Of all the things that could’ve happened that day, this was quite possibly one of the worst. The pouring rain that pounded down on the pavement could be managed, the jammed gun that Patch held up to a rival’s head could be reloaded and fixed, even the blood on the pavement as the fixed bullet tore through the man’s skull washed away easily with the relentless rain. What couldn’t be so easily fixed, was someone seeing it all.

The second Minjun had laid eyes on them, the moment he realised they’d seen precisely what had happened just a few seconds prior, he was giving a silent order for someone to detain them and take then back to HQ. About half an hour later once the clean up operation was over, he found himself wandering back to the building in question. At ground level, it appeared like any normal bar. It functioned like any normal bar, but as he let himself in through the back and down into the underground levels, it turned into the headquarters he’d come to know off by heart. Coming to the end of a hallway, he took a deep, steadying breath. He really hated this kind of confrontation... he opened up the door, taking another deep breath as he stepped in and shut it behind him, turning to face the intruder in question and Latch, who was stood just behind.

“I trust I don’t need to ask you not to tell anyone what you saw tonight?”

“Again, weird how you keep asking me things that aren’t your business like we’re bffs or something,” Rosie retorted, wrinkling her nose up. “A little bit of this, a little bit of that…nowadays it’s just a matter of how I’d like to feel.”

“Would you try harder stuff if you could get your hands on it?” Kyle asked absently, like they were old friends having a casual chat about the weather or something. To anyone else, that’s what their conversation would look like - he’d gotten too good over the years at pretending that was the case. Fixing the patch over his eye, he gave a glance around with his good one to see if anyone had paid them any attention - and of course, they hadn’t. “Cause I might know a guy.”

She caught the purse, shoving it under her thigh to keep it nice and tight to her side. “That isn’t your business. And you won’t be telling anyone I have them either, right?” She asked, sending a stern look in his direction. “Seriously. I’ll give you some of them if you keep quiet.”

“Cute, you think I can’t get hold of pills on my own.” Kyle snorted, head tilting to the side against his arms, lips pursed for a second as he tapped his fingers against the chair. “They’re like... medical pills, right? How’d you get hooked on those? Accident? Sick? Prescription?”