- Red -
"Well Fuck."
"AND DON'T COME BACK!" Red stumbled out of the underground club, and shoved the bouncers off his arms. He glared at the woman who stood in the entrance, as her guards slouched back to her. "Not like I want to return to this shithole." The club owner crossed her tattooed arms, furious expression becoming even more wrathful; "You wrecked my club Red! A total massacre! I swear- If I ever see you again, I will KILL you!" She spat the words at him like poison. Red's scowl turned up into a smirk; "Yeah Lisa, you and the hundreds of others who want my hide... Well," He met her eyes lazily, saluting the woman with bloody fingers; "I'll be off now. It was fun." "RED! Shove it up your-" He laughed over her tantrum while he walked away; "You'll miss me."
It's been too long since the last time I was in a bar fight. Red smiled down at his arm, the gash across it seeping blood Another scar to add to the collection. He shrugged off his jacket under a flickering street lamp, and removed his white tee shirt. The streets were dark, and silent; the sun only just showing it's rays over the city's horizon. Red wound the cloth around the wound, pulling the makeshift bandage tight with his good hand, and his teeth. How was I supposed to know she was his girlfriend? ... Shit. The skirmish had escalated; people racketing each other up, 'till the whole club was fighting. Strangers hitting each other just to hit shit. The bass playing in the background, chicks screaming, bottles breaking over heads. Insane. Red's smile faded, as he pulled on his jacket over his bare chest. Another club he would never return to. Didn't really matter- nothing lasted long here. Slitted eyes took in his surroundings as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was forgetting something. Taking a deep breath of cold morning air, he tried to rid his head of the fog that always settled over it after... Drinking, and partying, and drinking... ~Yo ho ho, and we drown our woes...~ In alcohol. Lots of it. Bless the damn stuff. It was such a release, not having to act civil... It brought out the best in him.
"Ugh, what was it?" Red shuffled down the cracked sidewalk, hands in his pockets, staring down at the cotton bandage that was slowly turning red. "Goddamn it. I can't remember." I hate when I can't remember... Dark green eyes regarded the brightening horizon with disgust, his strides becoming slightly longer. Better get "home" before Dark gets fussy. She always had something she wanted him to do. To "fix". Usually if she told him, he forgot; and she had the nasty habit of putting him in his place. That place wasn't fun. If she threatens my beer again- I am moving out. Red liked to believe he had a choice, but the truth was; he owed her, and her gang, for saving his sorry ass two years ago. They gave him lodging, some cash, food ... and put his "skills" to work. Whatever morals he still held kept him coming back to them; like a dog on a leash. That, and he got bored far too easily.
The long trek took him to the better part of the city; the cleaner, less chaotic part. The main reason being it was Bullet territory, and anyone who valued their reproductive capabilities knew not to fuck with the Bullets. Red's mouth twisted; Step out of line, and they just might send their psycho dog after you... He wasn't too fond of being told what to do, but then again, the restraints he worked within were often blurred. As long as he got his, Red was fine with doing their dirty work. He ascended the stairs slowly, shoving the key into the lock, and announcing himself by throwing the door open with a bang.
Red strode into the dimly lit room, his eyes going straight to the table as a sweet smell assaulted his nostrils. "Someone make pancakes?" He crossed over to the plates, staring down at the flapjacks, then across to the tactician. His stomach rumbled. "Thanks man... What's the occasion?" He pulled out a seat and sat down heavily, taking a stab at a pancake. Whoa, sugar much? After he had scarfed the last bite, he stood, taking the plate to the sink and dumping it there. His stomach growled again. Ugh. Don't know if that was smart... If this comes back to haunt me, I'ma be pissed... Red glanced awkwardly over at the thin man who sat strangely in his chair reading. L creeped him out. On a daily basis. But... He did have a strange sort of kindness when it came to his fellow Bullets.
Crap, that's right...! Dark was going to be so cross with him. Red groaned internally. Some sort of intense shit was going down today; What was it? A meeting? Right... A meeting of Gangs. He sighed, stripping off his jacket, careful of his injured arm. Damn. I'm not drunk enough yet for this sort of thing... Not that he couldn't give less of a damn about the other gangs; he hadn't actually had any encounters with them in the past, but why now all of a sudden? He would be walking in blind- everything about "the others" he had to go on was basically stories, and background information that L had provided him with over the years. Sure, there had been some skirmishes with them once in a while- but nothing huge. Nothing that required a "Meeting".
Eh, whatever. Maybe some fun will come of it. Throwing his jacket over his shoulder he walked into the hall, on the way to the bathroom, stoping at the sight of the Bullet's Leader. "Oh, 'scuse me Boss..." Red flashed her a smile, maneuvering past her; half naked and splattered in blood- something actually quite normal for him. He winked, a teasing glance; "Like what you see?" Ever the flirt, Red... No self-control. Well of course. Being serious is no fun...
The man shut the bathroom door, turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat. "... I look like hell..." He sighed to his reflection, then stripped as he pulled off the makeshift bandage and stepped under the hot torrent, letting it wash the night away. Red dried himself quickly with a towel; ruffling freshly-washed hair, before opening the cabinet quickly and pulling out a roll of bandages. Running low... Going to have to get some more later... He wound the bandage around his arm with an expert hand, covering the wide, but shallow gash. Meh. It was decent, at least he didn't have to stitch it this time. Grabbing his discarded clothes, Red made his way to his room. Let's see... that shirt, those pants, a jacket, and.. a tie. Should be good enough for the Boss... He laughed to himself quietly; Gotta keep up appearances... Wouldn't want them thinking I'm a street boy. Red didn't bother adjusting the loose tie as he narrowed his eyes in the mirror. "I can't wait to play this new game."