#bailey01

"My liver cannot handle any more tonight,," he said as he took Bailey's hand and tried to drag her out of the club, the last sip being the drop that might as well make him overflow. He had taken a few nights away from clubbing, working on his Christmas projects, and walking around the city during the day, trying to actually get a good night's sleep, but that hadn't been too successful, his mind reeling and when he closed his eyes he saw that stark white room that had haunted him since Halloween. So he had called the woman to meet him at the corner of the street next to her apartment, easy walking distance for both. And now, a few hours later he was a bit wobbly on his feet. He shivered, shaking his head as he squinted at her. "If I get into the toxicology I will tell people it's your fault," while his face didn't show that he was laughing, his voice did.

It wasn’t exactly hard to find people in Hellmont. It wasn’t that big of a place and half of it was mostly reserved for PR where the prisoners couldn’t go most of the time. It meant people could only be in a few places so you just had to go through and check them. Bash hadn’t had any reason to come after Bailey since they’d scrapped years ago but now he did: Atreus. Even if he and Atreus had sorted their stuff out, Bash still felt like he needed to show Bailey that Atreus was off limits. Just thinking about the old guy with his mouth on Atreus’ skin made Bash see red so he was hunting him down. 

He finally found him in The Park which was just as well since the guards didn’t usually come down here and made it an excellent place for a fight. “Bailey.” Bash growled, approaching the older man. “Don’t fucking touch Atreus.” It was about all the warning he gave before he took a swing. Bash was a man of few words, after all, and actions spoke louder anyway. 

Wednesday nights weren't the most busy in the clubs or bars, or so Aiden would have thought when he agreed to go to Capricorn with a few friends to celebrate a buddy's birthday. By now he was honestly ready to go, knowing he'd regret if he stayed too much later than the current early time of eleven, but waking up at five had its downsides when it came to partying. It was a good thing though that Aiden wasn't too much into the activity. He was by the door now, sobering up from the two beers and the glass of whiskey he'd had, lighting up a cigarette, when he had to move to the side. "Sorry, don't mean to take up the door," he grinned a little lopsidedly due to the alcohol at the girl in a short dress who seemed to just be coming in. "If you're late for a party, I'm pretty sure I didn't see anyone in there that might be your group."