Atlas Lawson

Zephyr laughed. "You and are unique. We were not raise the normal way. Well..." He chuckled, "I was not raised at all, but you understand what I mean, so I'll be there for whatever you need me. I'm your mate too."

"Are we?" Atlas laughed. He was raised by traditional sirens. In fact, he wouldn't be who he was today without that education. "Then perhaps I may give you something I was planning on giving someone else." He thought out loud.

"Use you?" Zephyr laughed. "I use you all the time. You are the one who doesn't use me enough in fact. It makes me feel guilty at times. Yes we can all be selfish, but also you can be way too kind sometimes. I wonder how such a mafia boss like you ended up like that."

Atlas laughed at that. "This is the first time a siren has asked me to use them more." It really was. "I have my ways, don't worry about it. However, when I need you, I'll let you know as well."

"And you say that I'm kinda." Zephyr asked for another drink. "Are you sure you want to do this with me?"

"You are." He bopped his nose and smiled. "Of course I am. It is not everyday you get to use me, don't you? Shouldn't you take this opportunity by he horns?"

Zephyr smiled. "That's a secret." He winked at him. He then looked at the center. Atlas' brother was preparing his speech. "Do you think it is time to mess with your brother?"

Atlas just chuckled, but then watched his brother speak. He was good a speeches, sometimes better than himself. "Nah, let him finish. He is good at this."

"In part." Zephyr sad with a smile. "Why would I not want to cheer up my hot date?" He asked hm.

"And the other part?" Atlas laughed before leaning in to peck his lips. "What other part is motivating you to try to turn me on?" The siren told him.

"Oh? Care to give me examples." However, he lost interest as soon as Atlas gave him permission to play with his brother. "Oh don't tempt me with a good time."

Atlas petted him again. "This s one of those moments. I'm well aware you are only doing this to cheer me up, aren't you?" The siren asked his friend.

"I don't?" He laughed and took Atlas' glass again. "Oh? Are you saying some people are taking advantage of him?" That was an interesting piece of information that he didn't mind having. He could abuse it later.

"You do when it matters." Atlas said and stole back his glass. He then pulled the other close, so only him could hear what he was about to say. "No, but you can if you want."

Zephyr just smiled. "You know Sirens. We do everything for a reason." At least the types like he and Atlas - and his family by extension. "Plus you don't dislike him that much now, do you?"

"Yes, we do, but some of us still have hearts." He chuckled and leaned n to kiss his cheek. "Of course not, but he does need to keep his guard up more often."

"We wait. As much as I would love to steal your brother's moment, I want to be invited back." He winked at him. "I'll just steal it after he is done."

Atlas messed with his hair a little. "I knew you were being kind to my brother for a reason." And he knew the result would end up the same because even if his brother tried something, Atlas would cancel it with his own influence. That was the way they fought each other.

"Yes, but any chair would do." He pointed out. "Now do we wait for after the host talks?" He asked him. "It would be rude if we take the thunder out of them."

Atlas almost hit himself. Of course his brother was going to talk. He always did. The mic could have come from him, but it was too late. "So what should we do now?"

Zephyr laughed when Atlas came back. "Of course. The music must be so bland that I forgot they were even here." He said as he took the microphone.. "Are you ready?"

Atlas laughed. It was true. It was bland. "I am ready. Didn't you say you needed a chair?" He asked him.