GCR Drabbles

Lies and Petals Part 2

Cryptic trained her eyes on her target.

Devotee Erton was a well known business man in North America and Ireland, and my, he looked gorgeous.

She was sitting a couple seats down from him at the bar, eyeing him up and down. 

The bartender, a very close friend of hers named Outpost, had given him his second drink before Cryptic called him over.

"Yes, Cryp?" Outpost hummed with a raised brow, wiping the countertop beside her with a damp cloth. 

She smirked darkly at her friend, saying lowly, "You mind spicing up that fellow's third drink?"

She gestured to Devotee as he brought the glass to lips to sip at his drink.

Outpost's yellow, gleaming eyes sparkled and he smirked as well, nodding. "Of course. Anything for you, Cryp."

He always helped her get what she wanted, whether it be stuff or men.

Cryptic winked at Outpost and he grinned before turning to grab a vial hidden between two shot glasses on one of the shelves. 

Cryptic watched him pour the vial's contents into another glass of bourbon and he stashed it on the opposite counter. 

When Devotee waved Outpost for another drink, he smoothly grabbed the glass with the altered liquid and handed it over to Devotee.

Cryptic's smirk grew as she watched her target down his drink. 

Showtime.

And with that, she slid off her seat and sauntered over to him. 

Devotee was violently pulled away from the girl and her lips, and she whined in response, her hands going up grasp at his rumpled dress shirt.

Her hands didn't remain on his chest for long since he was turned, and his world spun for a moment. 

"Esc?" he groaned, squinting his eyes at the blurry figure that looked like his brother. 

Whoever the blurry figure was, they grabbed the front of his shirt and started dragging him towards the back door near by. 

"Heyyy!" he whined, swatting his arms at the figure helplessly. 

He heard the hazy noise of a door being opened, and he was met with a cold blast of air hitting his face and the dim light.

He had been pulled into an alleyway, and then he realized Escapee had dragged him out here. 

Escapee abruptly let go of his shirt and turned around. 

Devotee felt like he was going to fall, and he slurred, "Escapee?"

What happened next shocked him. 

Knuckles met the side of his jaw, and he found himself stumbling and struggling to stay upright. 

Escapee had punched him.

Devotee's vision had finally cleared and he blinked rapidly to see his younger brother shaking his fist that he had used to punch him, inhaling sharply. 

"How drunk are you?" he spat menacingly.

Devotee blinked again and when he spoke, a sharp pain shot through his jaw. "I only - gah - had three drinks.. I'm not drunk..."

He saw Escapee's eyes flash and then he suddenly surged forward to use his other fist to punch him in the jaw again. 

Devotee landed on the wall with a hiss of pain, and he snarled, "What the fuck?"