Ain't Misbehavin' (~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~ X Charade) (18+)

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His face flushes at Vince's comment. "I hope this is all I ever do see..." He mutters, turning his face to the side as Vince suddenly reaches over him, the taller male's bare chest pushing against him, making his face turn even more red. Clearing his throat, he accepts the bowl of cereal, and begins to eat, watching with amusement as Jimmy tried to punch Vince, but is kneed away, smirking a bit at the look on Jimmy's face.

 

"I promise to not kick ya anymore Jimmy..." he pauses. "For now anyways." They both turn to watch as Vince left the room, before Jimmy turns to face Felix, speaking low enough so Vince couldn't hear. "You better watch yerself kid, just cuz you ain't quite eighteen yet don't mean your not liable to get hit yourself." Felix raises an eyebrow, and smirks. "And who's gonna try? You?" He quickly makes a kicking gesture to Jimmy, who quickly covers himself, only to have Felix stop mid kick. "Yep. That's what I thought." Was all he said, before finishing his cereal and leaving the room.

 

He looks over at Vince, who appeared to be asleep once again on the couch. Quietly walking over, Felix picks up the blanket from the floor and drapes it over Vince's body, shifting it so it covered him completely, and tucked it so it wouldn't slip off later. After that was done, he retraces his steps back to the bedroom, and gets back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin, and falls asleep with Tricks curled up next to him.

[Charade]

Vince smiled in his sleep as the blanket was draped over him, rolling over on his side so he was facing the back of the couch, sleeping mumbling to himself. Meanwhile, Jimmy eventually managed to fall asleep, after all of the anxiety regarding what might happen to his manhood.

 

6 hours later, at almost 8 am, Jimmy woke up, leaving his room and walking to the living room, throwing a pillow at Vince. "Get up, ya lazy bastard," he groaned, staggering off into the kitchen. Vince mumbled something incoherent and continued to sleep.

 

Soon the smell of pancakes filled the entire apartment, as Jimmy sat at the stove, flipping pancake after pancake, piling them on a plate, not stopping even once the pile was a good 2 feet tall.

 

Vince had tossed and turned most of the night, and the blanket had fallen down to cover only one of his legs, as he lay face up on the couch, one of his arms covering his eyes. He was already semi-awake, but needed at least 15 minutes to adjust before he could move around.

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By around seven thirty in the morning, Felix was already awake, just laying in bed and reading a book, Tricks curled snuggled around his head. He was almost done with the book he was reading, and wondered if there were any good used book stores around town. He decided to ask Vince that later, as he turned the page. At eight the smell of pancakes reached his nose, and his stomach rumbles in response.

 

Sitting up, he marks the spot in his book, sets it down, and then gets out of bed, leaving the room, Tricks following after him, her fluffy tail waving like a flag in the air. In the front he notices Vince still laying on the couch, positioned on his back, with an arm over his face and the blanket around one of his legs. Felix goes over him, making no sound at all until he was standing over the other guy.

 

Staring down for a moment, he then turns and sits lightly on Vince's stomach, leaning down so his face was inches away from Vince's, a grin on his lips, his eyes staring at what bit of Vince's face that wasn't being covered by his arm. He was trying hard not to laugh, not realising that Vince was half awake at that moment. Meanwhile, Tricks had sauntered into the kitchen and was currently using Jimmy's leg as a back rubbing post, purring loudly and trying to get Jimmy to give her some food.

[Charade]

Vince pulled his arm away from his face when he felt someone sit on his stomach and get close up to his face. He knew it couldn't have been Jimmy, this person was too light, so that meant.... well, shit. The second he saw the other's face, he felt his heart beat faster, and even felt himself get a little bit dizzy. He almost figured that the kid had to be evil, teasing him like this.

 

He looked up at Felix, keeping his expression cool, and his lips curled up into a smirk. "Y'know, if I wasn't so sure you were asexual, I'd say you were comin' onto me," he teased.

 

"C'mon in here, I made breakfa-- holy hell!" Jimmy practically screamed, as he entered the living room, seeing Felix on top of Vince, their faces just inches away from each other.

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"Who says I am, huh? I dunno know myself really, so who cares? I don't." He moves so he was pinning the other down, a faint pink on his cheeks, his legs on either side of Vince's waist, and his hands holding onto the other's shoulders. "But then again, I think I like girls. But who knows, maybe I am comin' on to ya. But don't look too much into it." He was about to say something else, or rather, do something, like drool on Vince's face, when right as he was collecting spit in his mouth, he nearly jumps out if his skin at the sound of Jimmy yelling.

 

He falls off the couch, flipping over as he fell, and landing hard on his back, but before he fell to the floor, his grip slipped on Vince's shoulder, sending him forward to headbutt the other hard, his forehead slamming painfully against Vince's chin. Yelping as he landed on his back, he felt tears sting his eyes from the pain of hitting his head in the same spot two days in a row, especially when that spot already had a bruise on it.

 

"You idgit, what are you goin around screamin' like a hussy for?!? He exclaims at Jimmy, sitting up and rubbing his back with one hand, and his forehead with the other. Glancing at Vince, he gets to his feet, and shoves past Jimmy and goes into the kitchen, who covers himself with a hand as he passed. Jimmy walks over to Vince and lowers his voice. "What the hell was that all about?!?"

[Charade]

"Way to fuckin' go, Jimmy," Vince said with a cold glare, rubbing his chin as he followed Felix into the kitchen. It definitely stung a bit, but he had taken much worse than that, and figured that Felix was probably worse off anyways.

 

As he walked into the kitchen, he pulled his sleeping pants up some, so that they mostly covered his hips. "C'mhere," he said, grabbing Felix by the shoulders and pulled him close, towering so high over him, that the blonde was practically eye-level with his clavicle. He ran his fingers through Felix's hair, gently moving his bangs out of his face, so he could examine the other's forehead. "Damn," he chuckled, touching the already forming bruise lightly. "That's gonna be a doozy of a bruise, kid. You feel alright?" He was genuinely worried, aside from not wanting to be responsible for Felix falling asleep with a possible concussion and possibly dying, as unlikely as it may be, he was more so concerned with the pain Felix was clearly feeling.

 

He released Felix and walked to the fridge, grabbing a handful of ice out of the freezer and wrapped it in a hand towel, returning to grab Felix's head and press the D.I.Y. ice pack against it.

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At first he allows himself to be grabbed by Vince, so the other could examine his forehead, but when Vince's finger brushed against the bruise, his body reacts instinctively, and reaches up, slapping his hand away. "I'm fine." He replies, in order to hide the fact that the only reason he'd slapped away Vince's hand was because it had hurt, quite painfully, even though he'd barely been touched.

 

"I've had a lot worse. I used t'be the school punchin' bag, til I learned how to fight back." This statement wasn't a lie like the first one he'd made. Because of how scrawny he was for his age, he was always picked on. Even growing up he was always the shortest male, and sometimes often shorter than the girls in his class as well. But even with this, he was always a happy guy.

 

Wincing when his head was grabbed and an ice pack was pressed to his forehead, he pouts at Vince. "Geeze be gentle, will ya?" He looks over at Jimmy who had walked into the kitchen, and glares at him, making the other look to Vince with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell did I do this time?!?" Jimmy asks, exasperated. And taking supreme caution, he covers himself just in case he was targeted.

[Charade]

"You... what?" Vince asked, trying to hide the malicious tone of his voice. Which was difficult, since hearing that made him well beyond livid, and Vince didn't necessarily have the tightest hold on his temper. He was about to say something else, when Jimmy walked in.

 

"Dammit to hell, Jimmy, can you give us 5 minutes? Please??" Vince asked, not even bothering to cover the annoyance in his voice and he gestured to the door. Jimmy grumbled but complied.

 

"Now, about what you said..." Vince said, keeping the ice pack pressed against Felix's forehead. "You do get now that that ain't okay, right? I mean, there's lots of reasons to hit someone. Uh, don't tell your uncle I said that." He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, and he was one to do when he got embarrassed. "The point is, hittin' someone 'cause they's smaller than you is just about the weakest thing a man can do, and if anyone ever tries that shit with ya again, it's already dirty fightin' so go straight for the balls. Don't you never let somebody treat you like you're dirt, ya hear me?"

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Staring up into Vince's eyes, his eyes filled with surprise by how the other was reacting to what he'd said. He hadn't expected Vince to get mad at such a thing, but then again, from what he'd seen, it seemed Vince had a hard time keeping grasp of his temper.

 

Felix listened to everything that he as told, and simply nods, smirking a bit near the end of Vince's little speech. "Even if they do treat me like dirt, I usually make 'em eat dirt." He looks away, scratching his chin with the tip of his forefinger, an embarrassed look on his face starting to form. "But, uh...thanks. For your words 'n all." He stares down at the kitchen floor, but then looks up at Vince, a big grin on his face.

 

"'N besides, I ain't little, yer just all freakishly tall. I'M normal sized!" Reaching out he pokes Vince just above his belly button, but pulls his hands back quickly, seeing that they once again didn't have gloves on, shoving them in his pajama pockets. He laughs, and it was obvious that everything was okay now, except for the throbbing lump growing on Felix's forehead.

[Charade]

"Y'know, I really don't see why you feel ya need to hide your hands all the time," Vince sighed, removing the ice pack as he gently tapped Felix's forehead again. "I like 'em, and you're in MY house, so I wanna be able to see 'em." He smiled, dumping the ice in the sink and laying the hand towel on the counter. "And if you want my full, honest opinion, you ain't got nothin' to be ashamed of, whether it's your hands or your height, 'cause, as cheesy as it may sound, you're perfect just the way you are." He grinned, speaking in a somewhat teasing manner, but the words he spoke were the truth.

 

"Well... You hungry, kid?" he asked, ruffling Felix's hair as he walked to the stack of pancakes, putting some on a plate and handing it to Felix, before handing him a fork and setting a bottle of syrup on the table. He opened the fridge and pulled out some strawberries and a carton of orange juice, putting some of the strawberries on Felix's plate, and pouring a glass for the other, setting it on the table as well. "You eat as much as you can, okay? I gotta take a shower, I'll be out in a few." He smiled, and left, heading for the bathroom.

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"You ain't even seem em that well yet." He mumbles, wincing as his forehead was lightly poked, though it didn't hurt as much as it had moments earlier. Felix listens to what Vince had to say, grinning a bit and having to agree one hundred percent that what Vince just said was definitely cheesy, but he appreciated the kind words. Wondering though, why Vince was actually so nice to him. But he didn't think too much on it.

 

When asked if he was hungry, his stomach answered for him, and he grins. When the food was set in front of him, he begins to eat, starting off with one of the red strawberries that Find head put on his plate. "Sure, thanks. Don't have to much fun in the shower though." He grins at his joke, then nods to Vince, before focusing once more on the food in front of him. Tricks rubs up on his leg, meowing and purring, and he smiles at her.

 

"You hungry?" He gets up and after a little digging around in the cupboards, finds a bowl, pouring some of the milk from his glass into it, and setting it down on the floor for tricks to lap up, drinking the rest of the milk that was left in the glass. Once he'd finished eating, he places his dishes in the sink, before heading to his room, and changing from his pajamas into day clothes, which made him wonder how he'd gotten in his pajamas in the first place.

 

Shrugging after a bit, he pulls on a pair of khaki shorts, a white long sleeved button up shirt, and dark khaki overall suspenders over his shirt, along with a cropped brown vest that he leaves unbuttoned. With this he wore a brown ribbon tied around his collar, and knee high light brown socks. And of course, his hat and gloves. After getting dressed, he sits on the bed again, and opens his book, not quite sure what to do.

[Charade]

After 15 or so minutes, Vince stepped out of the shower, towel drying his hair, then wrapping the towel around his waist, mentally cursing himself for leaving his clean clothes in his room. He walked down the hall, little beads of water forming at the tips of his hair, running down his face and neck. He opened the door to his room, closing it behind him, when he noticed Felix sitting on his bed.

 

"Shit, sorry!" he laughed nervously, trying his hardest to make sure the towel covered everything, as he quickly turned around, slamming his face into the door, cussing until his breath, then opened it and left, sticking his head back in not even 30 seconds later. "I, uh, need to get my clothes," he chuckled, still visibly nervous, as he walked quickly to his closet, turning his back on Felix and allowing his usually slicked back hair to cover his face, or, more specifically, the very light blush that had started to form on his cheeks, as began going through his clothes, keeping his free hand tight around the towel so it wouldn't slip.

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Felix doesn't even look up from the book he was reading when the door as opened, instead simply turns the page. "It's fine, like you said last night, it's nothin' I ain't seen before." He raises an eyebrow when the other leaves, then after thirty seconds comes back in, wondering what that banging noise he'd heard on the door was. "If yer not careful, ya might end up with a bruise like me, just sayin'."

 

As he heard the other cross the room, and his comment, he simply shrugs. "I ain't stoppin' ya." But at the same time, he fights the urge to look up, the internal battle was great, but in the end, he loses, and peeks over his book to glance across the room at Vince. His eyes land on Vince's naked and slightly damp back, noticing the muscles, and the fact all he was wearing was a towel around his waist. Felix quickly averts his eyes, holding the book close to his face, his cheeks crimson.

 

"So, uh, w-what are we doin' today, eh?" His words trip up, making him stutter a bit, internally cursing at himself. Felix felt weird about this whole situation, because to be honest, seeing a guy naked or at least naked with a towel, or even being near a guy in general had never made him blush before. So why now? After a second, he decides it's just hormonal, and it would go away soon.

[Charade]

"Well for starters, we gotta open the speak in about 45 minutes, which is why it would be fuckin' fantastic if I could find my goddamn underwear," Vince mumbled, digging through his drawers, pulling out a pair of solid grey boxers, clenching them in his fist as he held them up in the air in victory. "Finally," he grumbled, looking over at Felix then back at his underwear, then simply walked out, closing the door behind him.

 

"Jesus H. Christ, Leoni, would ya put that thing away?!" Jimmy screamed in the other room, as Vince came back in with the towel around his shoulders, and the underwear on his body, grinning.

 

"Then I figure I oughta show you the ropes'a what I do," he grinned wide, drying his hair some more with the towel. "Bootlegging."

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A snort of laughter escapes Felix as he hears Jimmy yelling, and was about to get up off the bed when Vince came back in, finishing telling him what was going to happen that day, still only barely dressed, this time coming in with his boxers on. For a mere moment of a second, Felix's eyes look downward on Vince's body, but he quickly looks away, ashamed with himself he'd even looked, even it had been only a fraction of a second.

 

"Yeah, s-sound like interestin' things to do." He chuckles nervously, rubbing at his eye to distract himself from looking over at Vince again. So, Vince here was a bootlegger huh? Interesting enough, especially for Felix, who'd only ever heard about it, having grown up in a place where that kind of thing never happened. Or at least that he knew of anyways.

 

And thought pops in his head, and he looks over at Vince, careful not to look down this time as he asks Vince a question about that coming evening. "Will we be goin' back tonight? I mean, will I be anyhow? I know you will, same with Jimmy. But I sure don't wanna be stuck anywhere." He hoped that now he was helping with his uncle's speakeasy, he'd be able to go there when he wanted. But if he was honest with himself, he doubted he'd want to be there without either Jimmy or Vince.

[Charade]

"Well, I know that you don't wanna be stuck with a borin' old man all summer," Vince said, going through his clothes as he shot Felix a sly grin. "But I will be twice as dead as I'm already fixin' on bein' if I let you outta my sight, so you probably won't be gettin' too much time to yourself." He pulled a black button up shirt out of the closet, with a black vest, black pants, and a white tie, first pulling on his pants, then the shirt, buttoning it and tucking it in.

 

"But, I suppose if you get bored, I can see if someone else will watch ya for awhile, although I can't make any promises," Vince said with a grin, tying his tie around his neck, and buttoning his vest shut. His hair was mostly dry by now, so he grabbed his gel -- which he didn't like admitting he used, but his hair was a mess without it -- and lightly slicked it back, slipping his black fedora on top of it.

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Listening carefully to what Vince tells him, he blushes at the thought of being under Vince's surveillance nearly twenty four seven, but shakes his head, clearing it of any thoughts. Despite pretending he was looking away, he watched from the corner of his eyes as Vince got dressed. He tried his hardest to stop watching, but couldn't seem to make his eyes look elsewhere.

 

"It's fine." He replies to Vince's offer to find someone else to watch him, making him feel almost as if the older man only thought of this whole situation as a babysitting job. To his surprise, that thought really upset him, but he doesn't know why. Normally it wouldn't matter to him one way or another. Like before, he decided to blame it on hormones out of whack, and let's it go from his mind.

 

Watching as Vince put gel in his hair, slicking it back before putting his fedora on, Felix frowns slightly. "Why'd ya do that huh? You look fine without it. In my opinion anyways." He hops from the bed, shutting his mouth before he said anything more stupid to embarrass himself even more than he already had so far. He was ready to get going, wanting to distract his mind.

[Charade]

"My hair is just a tangle mop of... hair, I guess," Vince chuckled, grabbing his jacket and slipping it on. "You ready?" He left the room and pounded his fist on Jimmy's door, not bothering to even say anything to the other as he led Felix to his car, opening the passenger door for him. He looked at Jimmy, then right to the backseat, the other pouting as he got in, and Vince drove off towards Club Lucky.

 

"So, I'm guessin' I should get this outta the way first," he said. "When ya meet our, uh... associates, they're sure as hell gonna fuck with ya. Tease you, call ya names, whatever, but they won't lay a finger on you unless ya look like you're fixin'a start a fight. They'll try an' bluff ya, but as long as you don't flinch none, they should treat you sorta decent." He chuckled half-heartedly, honestly the idea of Felix being around all those shady characters they had to do business with didn't settle so well for Vince.

 

"There really ain't nothin' else I can tell you that isn't better learned from experience," he said, stopping at the light. He glared at Jimmy in the rear-view mirror, he knew he'd have plenty of time to be alone with Felix later, but he was impatient as hell.

 

With each passing minute, it became harder for him to control his attraction, and easier for him to accept it. Constantly, he would find his gazing drifting from the road to Felix, thankfully he was good enough driver that he never crashed or even swerved, but it was really too much for him. Wanting the one he shouldn't was starting to get on his nerves, frankly, and he knew that if he didn't chill out soon, he'd probably end up doing something recklessly impulsive. He glanced at Felix out of the corner of his eye then bit his bottom lip hard, bringing his focus back to the road, staring at it so intently, you'd think he was trying to use telekinesis. Or was a blind old man that couldn't see the road, neither of which being true.

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"Right." Was all he managed as he heard Vince explaining how the people whom they associated with after, and would treat him. He did not look forward to this at all...well mostly. In fact, a small part of him was rather excited to meet these people, despite all the things that Vince had said they would or would not do. It was the adventure in him beginning to come back to life.

 

Staring out the window, his eyes taking in everything to see, he leans his chin on the palm of his hand, oblivious to the constant sideways glances he was receiving from Vince, his focus being on the view outside the car as they drove towards Club Lucky. His thoughts from earlier about Vince had all but vanished, nothing left but scenarios of how the events of today would happen playing out in his head like some sort of movie.

 

They were at a red light when he spots someone familiar from the other day, the girl who had waved to him when he'd first arrived, while heading to his uncle's house. She was standing in front of her house, holding a brown school bag and a white purse on her shoulder, looking all pretty like, and as they drive past she looks up, and waves, a smile on her face. Felix felt his heart flutter a bit, and he waves back, grinning as he settled back against the seat, a faint pink blush on his cheeks.

 

Jimmy had noticed this, and he was sure that Vince had too, as he stared over at his friend, then glances at Felix before turning to look back, then sitting normal again. Felix begins to hum softly to himself, as he stared out the window, a smile still on his lips. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it. After a moment he becomes quiet, and looks at Vince, who was driving really funny. "Why you drivin' like that? Afraid the road's gonna disappear or somethin'?"

 

[Charade]

Vince most certainly noticed. He almost said something too, but quickly bit his tongue. Idiot, he's clearly into dames, just save yourself the trouble and give up, he mentally berated himself, distracting himself from the boiling anger that was building up inside him, directed at some innocent girl.

 

"Ain't nothin' wrong with lookin' at the road you're drivin' on," Vincenzo practically growled, though he tried his hardest to keep his tone light.

 

Jimmy could practically feel the anger radiating off of his childhood friend, and decided to quickly change the subject, mainly for the fear of Vince purposefully running pedestrians over. "'Ey Vince, you remember that girl from St. Anthony's?"

 

"There were lots'a girls at St. Anthony's, Jimmy," Vince said, glaring at the other in the rearview mirror.

 

"C'mon, you know who I'm talkin' about," Jimmy whined. "She had long black hair, blue-ish eyes, you two was always gettin' in trouble with the nuns for sneakin' out... Delilah, I think?"

 

"Dorothy," Vince mumbled, correcting the other.

 

"Yeah, her~!" Jimmy smiled brightly. "Well, anyhow, I heard from Elliot that she's in the bootleggin' business now too, just recently became big."

 

Vincenzo grumbled something inaudible, but visibly relaxed, parking in front of an appliance store, getting out.

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The tone in Vince's voice when he answered was lost to Felix, as he merely laughs softly, and looks out the window again. "Yeah, your right. Ain't nothin' wrong with it, just your drivin' all weird. That's why I asked." He falls silent, and listens to the conversation that followed between Vince and Jimmy, not really paying much attemtion, just picking up words every now and then.

 

Apparently some woman that Vince had once known was now in the bootlegging business, same as Vince. Felix doesn't ask anything about it, but the information was interesting. He wasn't even sure if he was supposed to get out, but he did anyways, getting out of the car when they were parked, taking a look at the appliance store before closing the car door behind him.

 

Looking to Vince when he got out, Felix noticed a different look in the taller male's eyes, wondering what was wrong. He was about to ask this, but then doesn't, thinking it probably would annoy the guy, since it was a pretty nosey question. Instead, he clears his throat and looks away, at the building again. "So, uh, is this where we're doin' business, or are we just stoppin' by to tet some things?"

[Charade]

"Rule number 2," Vince said, as Jimmy got out of the car. "Never park in front of an illegal business." He and Jimmy walked down the sidewalk and to an alley, knocking on the door of the speakeasy, glaring at Andrew when he asked for the password. The man behind the door chuckled nervously and opened it, as they walked inside. Jimmy went to his usual post behind the bar, as Vince went to the basement.

 

"Hey Felix," Jimmy called the other over, as he counted the bottles of illegal liquor. "I just wanted to apologize on Vince's behalf, he ain't usually like this, I think he's just sore 'cause I called his sexuality into question and he can't get over it." He chuckled, grabbing three shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey, setting it on the bar. "You drink?"

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He got it now, it made total sense to him. Following after the two men, they arrive in front of the door that led into the speakeasy, and after a moment went inside. Even though the place was empty, it still was amazing in his eyes, and excited him. For a moment he just stood there, watching as Vince went down to the basement, disappearing from view, his eyes staring at the door way that led to where the other had gone to.

 

Then Jimmy calls him over to the bar, where he was counting the bottles on the shelf. Felix obliges, climbing up on one of the stools, looking at Jimmy, a raised eyebrow on his face when the other apologizes for Vince. "Huh? What do ya mean ya called his sexuality into question?" Felix was curious as to what the other meant by this. It was a rather weird statement to make.

 

Glancing at the three shot glasses and bottle set in front of him, he looks up at Jimmy and shakes his head when asked if he drank. "I ain't never tried it before, why?" He'd been curious as to what it tasted like, but never took the initiative to actually drink it. That and his parents didn't allow it either, they were more of a alcohol abstanance kind of people, always thinking badly of the drink.

[Charade]

"Hmm? Oh, it ain't nothin'~" Jimmy said with an innocent smiled, as Vince came back up from the basement, going behind the bar to the telephone. He looked at the paper he had in his hand, dialed the number, and called, holding the ear piece to his ear, and the mouth piece to his mouth.

 

"Hey. ... The docks? Sounds good. ... Yeah. ... Mhmm. ... Yeah, okay. ... Your boss? ... Nah. ... Alright, great. ... See ya." He hung up, grabbing his jacket. "C'mon kid, we gotta head to the docks," he said, heading towards the door.

 

"Wait, goddamnit!" Jimmy whined. Vince turned around. "Both'a y'all gonna leave me hangin', ain't that just coy." He glared directly at Vince, as he began pouring the three shots. Vince sighed and walked over, slamming the whiskey. Jimmy grabbed his and drank it, but a bit slower, pushing the remaining glass towards Felix. "All at once," he said. "Otherwise you won't be able to take it." He chuckled, washing Vince's glass and his own.

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Felix just shrugs, not questioning it further, and was glad that he didn't because almost instantly after Jimmy had answered, Vince came up the steps, going over to the phone that was behind the bar, and talks on it for a bit. Watching him, he nods and gets up from the stool, about to walk away when Jimmy speaks up. Felix turns to face Jimmy again, and looks at Vince, before looking to the glass that had been pushed to him.

 

He picks it up, and looks at the brown liquid inside, feeling both of the others looking at him. Nodding when Jimmy instructs him on what to do, he takes a deep breath, before bringing the glass up to his lips, and pours it all into his mouth at once, thought the moment it touched his tongue, he so its it right back out again, spraying it all over Jimmy's face and front, though a little managed to get down his throat.

 

He shivers, hacking and gasping as it burned his throat, doubling over, gagging. His eyes water a bit, and after a bit, he manages to stand up straight again, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, and his eyes squinting and twitching comically. "That. Was. DISGUSTING!" He glares at Jimmy, who was covered and dripping with whiskey and Felix's spit, wiping his face with a towel.