Rohan almost turned tail and ran when he realised who had bumped into him, and then consequently, fell over. And if it were not for their obvious drunkenness, he would have. With any luck, Bambi may not remember this in the morning. 

“I’m sorry. I’m all arms and legs, a gangly wacky flailing inflatable tube man. It’s my fault, really. Should come with a warning sign, like, beware of the beanpole!” Rohan’s laughter was nervous as he held out a hand, an offering of assistance. 

Bright blue toned eyes rested hazily on the hand that was outstretched, confusion evident as Bambi tried to sort out just want the fuck anything this guy was saying-- but the way he rambled on and on, it was similar to an anxious voice that had nagged at the back of Bambi’s brain. “Ro-wan? no...” He looked away as a carefully manicured hand rested in the others, a frown while the name bounced around in his brain. “Rohan? That’s it. you were... whiny and had really good hair.” 

But this was his place.  And for the first time in a long time, he really felt like it was. 

He stood up from the blush, soft pink sofa that was situated in his own section of the bar, and wiped his hands down white skinny jeans. It only took him a few steps before he was stumbling into another body, his own inebriated form landing firmly on his ass. “Ouch,” A soft whine as he sat on the ground, a pout pulling at his lower lip. “You need to watch where you’re going-- do you know who I am?” His tone had meant to be more threatening than it was, but Bambi just slurred through it all. 

“  Garbage?  ” The inquisition sprawled on June’s face. A set of contorted dark eyebrows set over a pair of brown eyes under that mismatching mint green hair of theirs. They looked over the screen that was went dark immediately. Yet, in the face of two apparent technology challenged individuals, the screen began to reboot, the sounds of the device filled the air. 

“  See? It’s not garbage. It just needed to restart.  ” A beaming smile replaced the otherwise confused half smile Minjun wore. They giggled as a tingle in their ears danced in invisible luck. “  Sometimes when my phone doesn’t work I have someone else take a look at it to see if they can help fix it. That’s all I meant.  ” They again extended the phone towards the other.

Bambi took the phone carefully, a scowl present on his features as it had decided to work for someone else. “yeah... I’m still getting a new one. this is stupid. I don’t even like the stupid phone.” 

Nearing on a gasp from choking on his morning breakfast the congealed scrambled eggs finally found their way down his throat. Along with a sip of his coffee, he swallowed back the comment that caused him to react in such a way. The speculation of his own death was one that kept him awake at night, and he was certain that if anyone would be killing him, it’d be himself or his sister with her crazy antics. It was still, however, up for heavy debate. “  I assume you’re speaking to your phone?  ” 

Bambi slowly disarmed, a blush pinching at his cheeks as he rested everything back where it belonged. “No shit, Sherlock. Going to solve the mystery of why you’re asking a random person an obvious question next?” He quipped, brows arching though his face was burning.

“Sounds rather extreme,” Lucien murmured with some distaste. He had come here to discuss business, not witness something short of a teenager’s meltdown. He supposed the phone was new, but with the way the youth was treating it, he would be at another phone shop within the week.

“Mr. Han.” Making a show of checking the time on his Rolex, he impatiently added, “Will we be discussing guns today or would you like to talk more about… whatever it is that has you in such a tizzy?”

Bambi blinked slowly as if waking up from a heavy sleep and gave a quick shake of his head, resting the object down and clearing his throat. He reached for the phone, pulling it back towards himself before taking a deep breath. “Apologies,” He said, fingers brushing through bleached strands in an attempt to gather himself. “I’m here to talk about whatever you need, after all, the city wouldn’t get very far without my... exports. What are you looking for? And in what density? I’m sure we could work out some fair pricing.”