Bar Red's Redemption (Edited)

9: The Infamous Fingerboop

"Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters."
― Rick Riordan

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Chapter 9:
The Infamous Fingerboop

"I'm still confused," Fen admitted, frowning as she finished off the last of her chips. "How do you guys know each other?"

Everyone at the table had already finished their lunch—excluding Bar who didn't eat and Clementine who only, ironically, had a clementine—and they were left to just talk and feel each other's personalities out.

Surprisingly, the two groups seemed to be getting along well.

"Mrs. Burns, s-she called us down to the, the office at the same time," Clementine answered honestly before lying. "We used to be friends before he, um, before h-he moved, remember?"

Bar cocked his head to the side, frowning down at his little goddess.

She refused to meet his eyes.

He had questions, questions that were eating away at his thoughts like an itch and it wasn't fair that he had to keep them to himself. Wasn't fair that he wanted to ask her as if he deserved the answer

"Oh! I remember him hanging around you. Isn't he the one who always pissed Obsidian off?" As she asks this, Fen throws the now crumpled up, empty Cheeto bag at Eli—who tries to retaliate and smacks it as hard as he can mid-air.

Making it hit Clementine right in the face.

Bar instantly scowled at the smaller guy but didn't have enough time to threaten him before she was speaking.

"Yeah, h-he is—and Eli! That was r-rude!" Scolding, the little goddess quickly hits it away from her as her best friend does the same thing for the second time and, as a result, the bag hits Law right in the forehead.

The brute felt the amusement bubbling up in him, seeing the so-not-impressed look cover his best friend's face.

"Oh gosh," Clementine gasps, slapping her hands over her mouth. "Are you o-okay? I didn't, I didn't mean to do that!"

Lawrence chucks the Cheeto bag into one of the nearby trash cans before waving his hands dismissively. "I'm okay, more annoyed that I don't know what the hell y'all are talking about than anything else."

"Oh, um, I'm sorry." Clementine squeaked out, pouting slightly. "I forgot you g-guys were new to t-the group."

"It's alright, Potato Queen." Gus cut in before Law could say anything sensible. "We just didn't know jackass—" He points to Bar who flips him off. "—back then either so we're just wondering what that Lord grumpy-kins was like."

"He was g-grumpy then, too." The little goddess giggled and Bar rolled his eyes. "And a, a meanie but Oly had his, his, uh... nice moments."

Bar wondered if those nice moments weren't really nice moments but moments where he just wasn't being an unbearable fuckhead to her.

Why did she still put up with him?

"Aw," Gus cooed, smiling smugly at Bar. Bastard. "I knew you could be nice somewhere in the pitch black, barely noticeable soul of yours."

Bar stared dead at him as he replied, knowing this was all in jest. "I don't have any part of me that wants to be nice to a brat like you."

"Damn, what crawled in your ass and died?"