Douglas Steeley
Hex ~ #ac190d
Douglas was done with this shitty event especially the shittier hosts. He could feel himself getting pissed off. Fredrick would kill him if he started a brawl, but he needed some sort of distraction. Alcohol is his current companion after chugging down his fifth shot of... something. The burn in his throat felt nice. The slight pain was worth the ten seconds of pleasure. The bartender made sure to keep his glass filled. He was a very smart man, ignoring Douglas would've caused more harm. Douglas was losing his inhibitions and could feel his nerves relaxing. Alcohol helped ease his anger, but he needed something more. Anything. Douglas paid closer attention to his bartender: a few years older than himself, slightly above average looking, and worked well with his hands. The alcohol clouded his judgement as he got a naughty idea. He called the bartender over, whispering to him.
"I will give you 200 hundred dollars if you get me off in the bathroom right now. I don't care how you do it just get it done. He could see the shock in the bartender's eyes. "Are you really thinking about rejecting? That's more then you'll make tonight in tips alone. It's easy money. Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes, don't draw attention to yourself and don't keep me waiting."
Douglas finished his final shot before making his way towards the restroom. Was this bad idea? Hell yeah. Was it going to fun? Better be if he's paying two hundred for it. He makes his way to bathroom, stopping in his tracks when he saw a wall of broken mirrors covered in blood. He would've been concerned for his safety if he wasn't drunk. He was more concerned about how it would ruin the mood, or lack thereof. When the door opened, the bartender's face went white. The horror on the man's face was evident, but Douglas remained unaffected, focused on his mission.
"Better get to it then."
The man did.
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The whole thing ended quickly. The two men were finished before a cleaning crew came in, hanging an out of order sign. Douglas chuckled to himself, still drunk and very relaxed. The event may have been shit earlier, but damn he was having fun now. He could feel himself getting looser, stumbling over his feet. He was enjoying himself. The joy was short lived when he noticed Fredrick's murderous eyes. Fuck.