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Hook has been biding his time.
He has been waiting, just for a short time, to see the Darling middle child alone - hoping he might take a detour from his usual path or something similar, but this? Why, this is unexpected, but nonetheless directly within Hook’s sights.
The bar is named THE PRINCES, its name titling its door in faded, neon lights. It isn’t the warm, inviting, modern club one might see upon the city’s well-walked high streets - it plays quiet, pulsating music, and there is no dancing or bright, disco lights. The dingy little place is decorated in browns and purples, and the only colour is in the tattered rainbow flag hanging over the bar. There aren’t any women in sight, but the men are numerous and varied, and there sits John Darling at the bar, apparently trying to make himself as small as is humanly possible.
Oh, yes, this is perfect.
Hook takes an easy step forwards, and he ignores the heads that turn eagerly to look his way, settling on the bar stool beside the boy. He gives him a long, sideways look, and says breezily,
“Good evening, John. Might I buy you a drink?”
