𝒜 𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 \\ 𝒱𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓈𝒫𝑒𝓉𝑒

-Five- Plans and cigs

„Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This is stupid!"

Vegas Theerapanyakul was sitting on a couch in his room, a burnt down cigarette in his hand which's smoke was covering his sight slightly. Sunan was leaning against against his desk, holding some documents in his hands.

„It's stupid, yes, but it's the only way. Or do you want to kidnap his brother? I doubt that it'd get him to like you. We know that he regularly visits this old bar, so the chance to see him there after a few days of visiting is high. Very high. The highest chance we'll get. So?"

Vegas sighed frustrated and stood up, starting to pace back and forth. He flicked the rest of the cigarette in the trash can before stopping in front of his friend, clearly in a bad mood.

„I don't have another choice, do I?" „If you want to make your father proud, no." Vegas sighed and ran a hand through his hair before he nodded, looking away. „Fine. Fine, okay, we'll do it. But you'll accompany me. It'd be weird if I'd show up alone." „Of course." 

„Do you at least have a plan when he'll be there most likely?" „Probably this weekend. One of our snoopers has heard that Kinn will let him visit his brother then. And that means that he'll probably be there as well." „At least something.." Vegas grumbled, lighting yet another cigarette.

Sunan snatched the cig and took a drag himself, grinning at Vegas, who's mood clearly hasn't gotten better because of that action. „Relax, V, I'll accompany you after all. Gosh, why are you being so tense the last day? This ain't the hardest mission your father made you do, so what's the big deal."

Vegas sighed, taking the cigarette back and taking a deep drag and holding it in a while before blowing it out and answering. „I don't know. I guess I just fear that I won' be able to win him over. After all he's Kinn's bodyguard, I'm pretty sure he has heard unpleasant stories about me already. Also, I wasn't exactly friendly last time we've met."

Vegas was now leaning next to Sunan so they could share the cigarette. He waved it off and took a puff. „You're hot. And that coming from a hetero man like myself is crazy. But you are, and usually you're confident about it, so what' the real matter? Like, you've turned homophobics bi, the chance he won't flirt back is almost zero."

The taller man groaned and ran a hand through his hair again, clearly not liking this conversation. Sunan's eyes widened. „Are you seeing someone?!" „What?! No! No, I'm not seeing anyone. I just don't want to disappoint my father." „If you say so.."

Sunan was clearly suspicious about Vegas' behaviour, but he kept quiet about it. Usually, the heir was never showing his fear of failing his father, and he had never been scared of getting rejected by other men at all, so this was weird to say the least.

But he didn't want to ruin his friend's mood even more and simply finished the cigarette before patting Vegas' shoulder a last time and leaving the room, wanting to give the taller one the chance to gather his thoughts and feelings.

As soon as he was gone, Vegas sunk back down on the couch and closed his eyes. Why was he so nervous? Porsche would fall for him, he was sure of that. Or at least spend a night with him. That was all he needed. His mouth slipping up, some informations spilling out, preferably a drunk Porsche so it'd be easier. 

The real question was: What was his father even aiming for? Vegas couldn't just ask Porsche if his uncle was planning to betray his family, not even Macau would be stupid enough to ask that -well, maybe Macau would be- but he really needed to make a plan. Or improvise.