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Zane left his jacket on his chair, along with his drink as he went to take a leak at ‘It’s Outside’. He was never one to try hold his bladder, he doubted it did the body any good, like farts and burps, and even sneezes, what was meant to come out should come out. So he did what he had to do, washed his hands and headed back out to his seat only to find someone stood at his table, it almost looked fucking suspicious “What the fuck are you doing? Spiking my drink?” he asked, almost growling.

Cigarette is held between two fingers as Kenzie leans back against the nearest wall, gaze wandering the street, searching faces in hopes of finding someone who looks like they’ll have a lighter on them but, upon further thinking, looks can be deceiving and so she attempts to make eye contact with the next person she sees, offering a smile. “Sorry, got a light?”

“Shit!” he mutters, practically slamming himself back into the bar and ducking his head behind the other patrons. Ender realized he wouldn’t be able to get an in with others encroaching on his game and panicked. What forced him to keep his head down instead of looking up from his new position to asses the damage was the realization that anyone at Nightingale could’ve witnessed his flounder. “Pull it together. You’re the man, you’re the man...” Ender mumbles to himself while he nonchalantly attempts to use his watch-face as a mirror to fix his slightly misplaced hair.

He left the tattoo shop, quickly after his client had left, and glanced around. It wouldn’t be enough, not really, but it could be something. Something to stave off the fog, the baser need, and allow him to breathe for a little while longer. And so, he approached the other, trying to seem unassuming. “Hey, so. I know this is unconventional, but... do you need help with anything? Yard-work? Grocery shopping? Whatever?”

He got everything set up and  slid cuffs on his ankles and wrists after stripping. He climbed up into his sex swing, in his playroom. Checking his phone, he saw a decent amount of likes. he responded to a few of the messages before lying back and throwing a blindfold on.