#thread.cyrek

Matevos bit his lip as he watched Cyrek being stressed out. He couldn't relate, he simply couldn't. He understood being worried, to a certain level, but he was rarely that much in his head. Too much going on there. He thought of ways to help distract him from worrying about the people out there, it wasn't going to change much, the worrying. Though he wasn't about to tell Cyrek that. Kittens? Puppies? Hmm. Crime?

He bit his lip a bit harder, unable to think of anything that might interest Cyrek enough to stop him from thinking about Evren. Now he was thinking about Evren too, she'd be alright. He'd call Fallon, but he knew if he showed weakness, she would kick him in the shins. He stopped biting his lip and smiled.

"Time for drinks," he said, patting Cyrek on the shoulder and checking the traffic whether he could safely cross. "To take your mind off of things, my treat." Which, problematic for his wallet.

"I didn't date much. people were afraid of me."

Pesor frowned, they could imagine that. They didn't know Cyrek for that long, but they could imagine people being afraid of him. They would've probably been afraid of him as well... were, to a point. After what had happened during the black out.

"Uhm... but you're married now right? Did you... is... your partner afraid of you too?" Or the kids. God, were the kids afraid of Cyrek? They scratched the back of their neck. "I dated a lot... but... a lot... but I think I'm on the other side of the spectrum, people pity me."

Benny looked at Cyrek with a frown. "And how is that my problem? Or better yet, how is that our problem." He pointed between himself and Cyrek, as if they were equals in their business ventures. Though Benny would say he was an entrepreneur, and he didn't need a whole gang like Cyrek did. It meant he didn't have to share his proceedings with anyone. "If this is in any way you trying to fuck me over or trying to buy off some goodwill, I really don't want neither of it."

He looked back at the text message though, then up at Cyrek again. It was hard running crime in a town where there was already a gang, though he didn't think Cyrek or any of his goonies would ever think to shiv him. He was far more likely to do it himself. "Not that you want my opinion or anything, but I think this is a threat and I think you'd best send your man, he can probably double on that threat." And if that worked, if Matevos could scare the hell out of the zucchini, then both Cyrek's and Benny's drug income would be spared any increasing costs. He really could do without Cyrek finding out the amount he purchased.

AKS MEME: "you good? you drunk yet?"

Ekamdeep threw another beer backwards and shook his head. “I’m sound, drunk… that’s ‘nother thing entirely, no British man can get drunk on American beer, I need something stronger.” He grinned, signed at the bartender and ordered a bottle of whiskey. His head was buzzing, but in the comfortable sense, and sometimes what he wanted was beyond that line, over the very edge, pulling him into oblivion, to forget all the things that he didn’t like about himself and the world. Though, he figured Cyrek was in the den of such darkness already and threw the other a look of questioning. “‘ow about yu? Ye drunk? Need whiskey? Sumthing else?” His accent was thick, but if anyone could understand it, it would be Cyrek.

"Hey boss!"

Matevos smiled through the haze of the few cocktails he'd had, he'd switched to water and mocktails now. Hadn't even noticed the amount of alcohol already in his system until he'd started blabbing about different types of dog breeds to someone who'd already passed out. That was most certainly a wake-up call.

It had taken only a few glasses of water for him to get his senses back, and he was eager to start something, to not just be here for the vibes. He was sure that if his Kingpin was planning something, he could be convinced to let Matevos be a part of it. And if not, it was always good to show his face.

"Are we up to anything at this little get-together?"

Matevos produced two pieces of lock-pick, and set to work on the trunk in front of Cyrek, opening it with a few swift movements, and showing their price. It wasn't much: a bag of golf clubs, and a crate of beer. He picked up two of the bottles, then looked back at Cyrek and shrugged. "I'm sure there is some money hidden in here somewhere," he suggested, offering the beer to Cyrek. "The car is nice, though, right? Do we bring it back or sell it out of town?" He'd let his boss decide, he didn't mind risking his hide to make off with the price, but Cyrek knew best how not to get caught.