A New Addiction

The lights of the strip bar were both intense and annoying. Yeah so the women had great wracks, and he couldn’t complain on the outfits, but there wasn’t a single black haired beauty in the room. After the run in with the ‘snow white’ down stairs, Jinx was in the mood for raven black, not the Champaign blonds and peanut butter brunets.

Taking another mouth full of smoke from his cigar he motioned to one of the dancers as she jiggled her way passed him in her skimpy little ‘drivers’ outfit that was nothing but strips.

“What can I do for you love?” She asked in an overly friendly voice and made sure that her barely covered breasts where at eye level at where he sat. This one was more of a red head than a brunette, and it was the farthest thing from what he wanted right then. “Ceasefire.” She blinked at him for a moment. Jinx sighed. “It’s a drink ya walkin blow up doll. What? They forget to put in your brain? Or did they just add an extra implant up there.” The red head stood up immediately, and with a cool glance tossed her hair back behind her shoulder and with a tight and snobbish ‘Yes sir’ she turned away and made her way to the bar.

“A bit harsh don’t you tink?” Said a voice from his right. Turing Jinx came face to face to what had gotten him into such a picky mood. He didn’t flinch when a small smoke cloud came out from a mouth that looked more like it was made to be attacked. The slightly taller man stared at him with his flippy hand holding what looked to be a fresh cigarette. But Jinx had been right, that skin was as white as…well….his head had just gone into the gutter.

Razer took another drag on his cigarette and tapped the left over ash into the try sitting on the table, though he probably could have gotten away with tapping it onto the others hand, or clothes, or even his face. All parts of the guy had a thin layer of the black stuff all over him. He had to admit though, it had its appeal. The thought that this one was a ‘dirty boy’ couldn’t be stopped from flitting through his mind.

“Vat are you drinking on this most, irritating of nights?” He asked taking another drag and letting the smoke dribble out from his nose. The red head had walked away by the time the rest of the smoke had dispersed and the dirty blond was holding his drink.

“For you Sig.”¹ The man said and took a drink. Razer looked at him a moment with his eyebrow raised. The dirty blond let out a sound of satisfaction and looked over.

“Friend out in the field, this is his favorite.” Razer looked him over again. So this man wasn’t a total rock head, he had a brain in there. Raising a single finger in the air Razer was immediately surrounded by three women who had been at the closest tables. “Absinthe if you please ladies.” He told more than asked the women around him. The three immediately scurried off, each trying to beat the other to the bar in their all too high heels.

“Looks like you’re a favorite around here huh Snow white.” Razer gave him a cool look. This one had a bit of a mouth on him, but then again usually the fun ones did. Taking another drag he held out his hand as one of the ladies brought him his drink.

“Put my, ‘friends’ drink on my tab,” was all he said to the woman with the victorious smile. Looking a bit crest fallen when nothing else was said she nodded with a small ‘yes sir’ and walked off, her breasts seeming a little less perky.

Slightly surprised Jinx looked over. “Well that’s kind of ya. What’s the occasion snowy?”

“Just trying to show zer are no hard feelings. Our employers may not be friendly, but zat doesn’t mean we can’t be does it?” Jinx watched as the other took a match book from his pocket, and lit his drink. Touching it to the tip of the small glass filled with the green liquid he let the fire catch, then held the glass towards the other. “To alliances,” He said, then tipped his head back let the literally burning liquid fall down his throat. Jinx licked his lips. If the mans throat could handle that then what else could it handle? Lifting his drink out Jinx gave a grin and a nod before taking a drink.

“So, are the accommodations provided for you, comfortable?” Razer added. He had noticed the little lip lick from beneath his lashes as he felt his drink burn its way down into his belly. Looking over he raised two fingers this time, and one of the Champaign blonds ran off and a few moments later came back with just that, Champaign.

“A bit small, an not nearly as nice as the bosses, but hey, I’m just the muscle,” Jinx said with a little chuckle before having another drink.

“I’ll say you are,” Jinx heard the other say under his breath before taking a sip of his own. He may have had bombs going off in his ears six out of the seven days of the week, but he wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to his hearing. One of the pockets on his bandolier was just for ear plugs. Taking another drink Jinx watched as the other continued to sip at his own. The bomb expert took notice as the raven haired man’s Adams apple made a small jump at the tiny swallows, fallowing the curve of the mans neck with his eyes.

“Anyway I can get an upgrade?” He watched as ‘snowy’s’ mouth twitched into a small grin.

“If you don’t mind sharing a room then I may be able to arrange zomting?” Razer said and took another drink of Champaign. He was happy to see the blonds eye twinkle at the suggestion and that tongue dart out again.

“Sounds good to me, I tend to ‘play well’ with others,” Jinx said with a grin before finishing off his drink.

“Really,” Razor said tipping back his head and slowly finishing his drink.

“I tend to play a little,” he paused as put the glass down, “Rough.”

“Jinx,” Said the blond as he put out his hand.

“Razer,” Said the other and the two shook. Razer smiled. He had been right, Jinx’s hands were calloused indeed.