Riley had spent a busy night fielding drunks at the Diamond nightclub away from Mr. James. Usually he did this by getting in their way and steering them along to one side, but sometimes, like tonight, someone actually tried to start trouble. Mr. James was the kind of man who occasionally made enemies, or found himself resented by lesser businessmen and their cronies.
The sight of a huge Guard Dog pet in his studded collar and black leather motorcycle jacket, looking like a particularly young and restless Hell’s Angel, was enough to make people think twice about trying to take a swing at Curtis James. Well, most people. Every so often, someone was angry, and drunk enough to be stupid.
CW: referenced pet whump, takes place in the BBU so pets are referenced, organized crime, minor character death, alcohol
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“Get him out of the car, Darragh,” Rhys says, climbing out of the driver’s seat and stripping off his gloves. “Let’s not waste time here. I need to get back home to have some fun with Pumpkin.”
“You and that thrice-damned pet, Rhys,” Siobhan says, stepping out of her car holding a length of chain. “It’s appalling, how attached you are to it.”
“She’s one hell of a Romantic.” Rhys walks forward, shaking his sister’s hand. “How’s Fergal?”
“On business,” she says, her voice cold. She pulls her coat tighter around herself. “What’s taking Darragh so long?”
[a/n] : i just love how i mention in my event that the drabbles would be max 500 words, but i end up writing mini length fics instead lol. anywayy,,, this one is for you bby sum sum @suyaboo-ya !! i hope you like it and that draken isn’t ooc
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When your best friend Draken asked you to come join him to Toman’s reunion at Takemichi’s place, you didn’t expect the mass of drunk people to be there as well. In all honesty, even Draken thought it would only be the founding members and their vice captain’s, but it seems like Mikey had other plans.
Speaking of Mikey, it’s him who you spot first. He is playing beer pong against Baji. You tap Draken on his shoulder and point at Mikey, who by the looks of it, is ready to fight Baji for presumably winning the beer pong match. Draken sighs as he excuses himself and walks over to prevent the two menaces from breaking anything.
“Mikey and Baji have always been lightweights,” you jump a bit, not expecting someone to talk to you out of nowhere. When you turn around you’re met with Mitsuya who is casually sipping from his own red cup.
“You shouldn’t be talking,” you tease as you grab Mitsuya’s cup and down the liquid in one go, before giving it back to him. Mitsuya merely chuckles, ruffling your hair a bit as he walks off into the crowd. You, however, didn’t follow him but made your way over to the drinking table, contemplating what concoction to make for yourself.
Florence likes to sing on quiet nights (and after a few drinks). It could be considered an unsettling amount of ballads about dead men if the clientele weren’t always too drunk to notice ☠️
im half tempted to give everyone my parent’s phone number and since i tell ya’ll basically everything im doing at all times on this account have someone call them if im drinking
painting from a photo from celebrating the new year with close friends, plus more exploration in obscuring faces. miss this time but grateful for the memories. last pic is a test done with tracing paper that i thought looked interesting on its own
