"and then we have to individually track you down, every house, every town, until we find you. and usually when we find you, you are surrounded by booze bottles and women." wilbur unscrewed the cork on the flavored vodka, taking a strong swig to reveal it tasted like ass.
"well" george turned around and looked back at techno and nick, who were just staring at him with shock, and then nick turned to clay and saw his face was displaying the same shock.
it looked like techno was about to speak but everyone turned around, again, after the elevator opened.
but this time, it revealed three young boys, one with curly hair, a blonde one, and one with a buzzcut.
"I fucking told you we shouldn't have come here" jaiden jabbed his finger into brodys arm but brody didn't care, he was interested in the commotion that was happening.
"it is not the best time" george gave them a weak smile and held his hand that was now starting to ache and burn, sending shock waves up his arms.
"your-" brody pointed his finger at clay and clay just awkwardly smiled, trying to avoid eye contact with the boys.
"we watched you kill someone, and we watched you get arrested" brody went on with his non existent filter, blurting out anything that came to his mind.
"yep" techno nodded, unimpressed.
clay felt a jab to his heart, because he has been so distracted to remember, he killed someone last night.
"oh?" george lifted his eye brows and turned his head towards clay with surprise in his eyes, it wasn't anger, it was more of a why dont I know look
the three were now coming into the room more, staring at techno and nick, and especially clay intently.
"you all have killed people" brody looked at the three, and they all nodded, almost annoyed with brodys bluntness
"and you've probably killed people" brody spun around to face wilbur and wilbur scoffed, but nodded.
"at least you haven't killed people" brody looked at george with a relieved expression on his face, before he turned back around and stared at techno with curiosity.
"welllll, I wouldn't say that much" george fake coughed and snatched the bottle from wilbur, taking a long swig before turning back and facing brody who now stared at him with his jaw on the floor.
"we are leaving. find us when your done harassing the literal mafia" jaiden shook his head and drug cole back into the elevator, brody just stood still, staring at george with a mix of emotions.
"please. I took you guys to lunch for one day, you dont know shit about me" george handed the bottle back to wilbur and brody just scoffed, turning to face clay, who's face was just as surprised as brody.
clay didn't think about what his father made george do, what he made him endure, watch, feel.
"oh yeah" techno smiled and looked at george for a moment, getting a goofy smile in return, secretly agreeing to scare the shit out of brody.
brody turned around and looked at techno once more, now seeing that his face was displayed with obviously fake fear, but brody couldn't see that.
"hes killed loads of people" technos voice got real quiet, him looking down at brody with an intent stare, pulling the poor kid into a joke.
"bunches" george replied but in a really exaggerated voice, that again, flew right over brodys head.
"he even burnt down a house that had kids in it" techno crouched down so brody was looking down at him, and when brody heard that, his face dropped.
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Dharmanta || DNF || DREAMNOTFOUND
FanficDharmanta: Tibetan, meaning the intrinsic nature of everything, the essence of things as they are. The naked, unconditioned truth. - The infamous George Davidson, known by nothing more than a club owner who stripped in his own club. With money pract...