Restrained

Untitled Part 8

A/N : Anyone watch KeixYaku? A (bromance) mystery Japanese drama. I think I would be happy enough if Bible and Build could star in drama like that. *sighs*

Vegas' POV

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The smoke of the cigarette swirl in the air, heavy and sticky atmosphere surrounding the people inside. Under the dim light, people went in group, body sticking with each other in every corner. Music softly played in the background. A man was sitting alone on the bar counter, the only odd one in this place. A glass of whiskey stood untouched in front of him, the ice already melting. Beside it, a filled wine glass stood, making a contrast. The man tried to lit his cigarette to no avail, no one knew how long he tried it.

*flick*

Someone offered the lit lighter to his face. Calmly, the man leaned forward, sucked the cigarette to lit it and savored the nicotine that slowly get into his system. The man closed his eyes for a moment as he puffed the smoke out of his mouth, only to open it and glanced at the newcomer that sit beside him. "Vegas."

Vegas only hummed and reached for the wine, twirling it for a while and took a sip, rolling the taste inside his mouth. "It's unusual that you gave me a good wine." He commented casually, still focusing to his drink.

Porsche snorted. "I can let you taste it once in a while."

Vegas gave him a look. "Not without a price." He knew the man beside him well enough to say this. He let the man has his moment, rolling his eyes at him. Sometimes Vegas didn't know when the man was serious or only teasing him.

"Any news?" Porsche propped his cheek with his hand on top of the counter, looking at him inquiringly.

"Beside Pete, you mean?" Vegas quirked his eyebrow, challenging him to say anything. Porsche pursed his lips, undisturbed with his provocation. Both of them in stalemate. Vegas tapped his fingers on the rough surface, a smirk on his face as he turned toward his drink again. It was the man who wanted information, not him. He can just sit awhile and enjoy his drink. It was rare when he could have a night off, after all.

Porsche bristled, showing an impatient face. Just like him, Porsche knew him long enough to know he won't open his mouth unless it will benefit him in this type of situation. "Fine." the man said, pouting hard and puffed his cigarette once and twice before snubbed it in the ashtray. "I'm mainly here for Pete."

Vegas shrugged, unbothered. He just let the man continued. "Take care of him for me, okay. He won't meddle."

He gave Porsche a quirk of his eyebrow, acting like he was listening. It was not a news to him. one look and he can see that. The poor guy only wants someone to take care of him. That cute yet handsome man, that face alone has warranted him enough attention from Vegas.

He let out a chuckle, raised his glass and gave it a twirl. "Tankhun had made a move." He said instead.

"Hey, I'm serious."

"I am, too." Vegas turned to look at him, sipping on his wine. "I won't touch people who had no business with me." What kind of business, it's enough for him and Pete who knows about it.

"You do that." Porsche thinned his lips, apparently still not satisfied but willing to drop the subject. He leaned back on his seat, adjusting until he was comfortable in it. "What about Kinn? Are you sure he won't intervene?"

"Why don't you find it out yourself?" Vegas rolled his eyes. The man has an odd fixation about the second young master. He already investigated; the result came out as honest as the man appeared to be. Straight as a ruler, unless you talked about his sexual orientation.