Bloody Bullets

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Lance stared down bored at the files as he read over the packets one more time before he left for tonight.

Takashi 'Shiro'gane:

Height: 6'0
Family: Dad and step mother died in a car crash at age six. He only has younger step-brother. Original mother died when he was six from cancer.
Weight: 200
Culture: Japanese
Description: White tip with all his hair black, Scar across the bridge of his nose, black eyes, and white skin. Leader of Kogane and Shirogane industry.
Other descriptions: Has bionic right arm. Suspicion of being the leader of a gang called Voltron. Has a Significant other names, name unknown

Keith Kogane:

Height: 5'8
Family:
His father died when he was four, his mother "Krolia"  remarried to Mr. Shirogane when he was ten. Has a stepbrother named Takashi Shirogane.
Weight: 160
Culture: Asian and part of a ancient culture called 'galra' from his mother.
Description: has a black mullet, purplish black eyes. Fair white skin with little freckles. Scar on his right cheek.
Other descriptions: very good at fighting and with knives. Often aggressive.

Lance scanned over the files, he had to make sure he knew everything he could about these two. He put the files away as he grabbed his shoes and made his way down his penthouse. Lance hailed a cab to take him to a bar deep into New York, he walked into a bar that was known for Keith Kogane going to. He needed to get close to him, he was the key since Shiro had a boyfriend and was way older for his liking. He walked in further and sat at the counter, smirking and winked at the bartender.

He got a drink and turned around to look for Keith Kogane. He looked and kept taking sips from his glass, he turned around and a few minutes later, he felt a hand going around his waist. Lance turned back around to see a fairly tall guy with dark black hair and little stubby beard growing in.

"Hey baby, come here often?" His voice slurred a little bit and his breath smelled like alcohol, the smell making Lance scrunch up his nose in distaste.

"Sorry sir, I'm not interested. Like, at all." Lance said blankly and then tried to turn back around, but the hand on his waist turned him back round.

"Come on sugar, I'm just trying to have some fun." The man said again, his hand getting lower to Lance's thighs. Lance glared at the intruding hand, then up at the man.

"Listen, I'm not interested! So if you could just leave me alone you perverted asshole!" Lance said with a glare, obviously the man didn't like that as he glared back at the Cuban.

"What did you just call me?!" His voice getting loader, the guy's hand is still on Lance's thigh while his other hand made its way up to Lance's chin forcing lance to look at him.

"I called you a perverted asshole!" Lance said again and smirked a little, the guy's hand went up to slap Lance, but a hand rested on his shoulder and the guy froze.

"Mr. Sean. I would love it if you would just keep it down, so I can drink in peace please." A guy with black hair down to his shoulders said frowning, looking annoyed at the man.

"Sorry sir, I'm just trying to have a little fun with this spicy little thing here." The guy named Sean said and smirked at the mullet.

"It's obvious he doesn't want anything to do with you, so could you move on!" Mullet rolled his eyes and drank some of his liquor.

"I like the ones that play hard to get." Sean laughed while gripping Lance's thighs a little hard. He winced and tried to get away, the mullet frowned at Jean's actions. He moved his dark purplish, blackish eyes to the man next to him and did a motion even Lance couldn't understand. Suddenly people around them got stiff and pointed their gaze somewhere else. Mullet grabbed a gun from his waist and pointed it at Sean's head.