Little Black Card (3)

DELIVERY SERVICE

Draw or write about your Trainer delivering something of your choice! It could be a simple package, a fragile Pokemon egg, A person? Anything! So long as the cargo gets to the destination safely.
Word Count:  821

[AVERY]
How had things turned out this way? He'd come to deliver a card, been shoved into an entire section of the bar he didn't realize even existed and now he was shoved back onto the couch. A disgruntled yelp came as he landed on it and for a moment he just stared at the Noivern man without saying a word. He didn't say anything nor make a single sound nor movement- there was nothing but the sound of his heart and the liquor being poured. Was.. He going to die here? John had always done his utmost best to stay on the straight and narrow and this place? Seemed the absolute opposite of being the straight and narrow, it was filled with things that were horribly illegal and when he got this card it was the last thing he wanted to be involved with. It felt like the type of thing a guy like him would be killed for simply knowing existed- So much so that as the drink was pushed towards him he stared at it dubiously. Was it going to be poisoned? If he wasn't supposed to be here, and was now here, the crime lords in Brookfell wouldn't hesitate to want him killed so this definitely felt like it might be poisoned. 

 

John took the drink anyways. 

 

Slowly the older man took in the entire sight of Noir who looked quite different from what he was used to. The well put together bartender had always been suppressed, so seeing them with their fusion showing was quite startling but beyond just the physical change their entire vibe was different. They were stressed and due to that fact John didn't move a muscle. He didn't even yell at them yet. He just, stared, and watched the other with the big eyes until they asked him how he got the card.  It was the start of an interrogation. You know what, if he was going to die- he wouldn't just sit here like some little fool! With a small snarl John slammed the card down on a little table infront of him. The very card he'd found in a ditch and pushed it across to be in the direction of Noir. "You. Dropped. This. You fucking skinny bastard." He hissed out every word, stressing every syllable and making it all the more dramatic. He wanted to emphasize the fact that it had been dropped so they knew this was entirely on them. John had never exactly been the kindest with his words- and this wasn't an exception to that. "I, came to return it. Like a fool." this is what he got for trying to do something nice

 

Noir grabbed the card off the bar, making a face as he flipped it around in his fingers and the light glinted off the gold embossing and let out a heavy, annoyed breath through his nose, tapping it against his nails as he closed his eyes and tried to make himself more coherent in his thoughts without letting his temper get the better of him, mainly against himself for letting this happen. This wasn't the place that John was supposed to be, and he hadn't wanted for the grey haired man to see him unsuppressed either. He dug his nails in and snapped the card in half in annoyance. He'd have to ask Isaiah for new ones, but things happened, it felt good to do it in the moment as he tossed it into the trash as thought it was somehow entirely the card's fault. He raised an eyebrow at the grumpy older man as he huffed and puffed, and slowly topped off his glass in a vague attempt to help calm him down. 

 

"Whoops." He said simply, moving to clean and wipe down his cocktail shaker and other glasses incase he needed too prepare a lot of drinks tonight. He didn't have his uniform on him but there where no food and safety inspectors down here, but he did roughly put his hair up in a tight ponytail to get it back out of his face. "Sorry for that, Jenny doesn't listen to words so she probably just saw the card and assumed. However blowing up on people is not the best choice, since you'll get us both killed." He said cooly, he knew Isaiah wouldn't kill him for it but damn would it cause some fucked up shit if he somehow got caught bringing a risk factor down here. He made a small face at the thought. "We need to be in here for about 3 hours or they'll call the boss out of suspicion after that blow up, so I hope you came looking to drink since that's all we'll be doing until then." He sighed, grabbing ingredients and bottles as he sorted them out. It was a bit messy, but his usual neat demeanor was lost in the stress.