"Oh, honey, that shit won't even make it to court before they get their dues." She said simply, arching an eyebrow at him. "You're one of us. The Reapers would get to them before your cops would." He wasn't a Reaper. But he 'belonged' to one, as things out there worked, meaning if he was harmed, especially by a rival gang, there would be no mercy. And that was before even getting to Khione, who would be unstoppable.
He wasn't sure whether to smile or cringe, so he settled with a shrug.
"Anyways, where are you still living at the Reaper's clubhouse, or have you found your own spot yet?" Raymond asked, shifting the conversation away from murder.
"Rico an' I got a place two blocks from the club." She said, sliding the drink to the guy down the bar, who shot her a wink and a grin. "Little two bedroom. So you get the spare room."
(oooo, have a couple of Panthers walk up and cause a bit of trouble when they're getting ready to leave the bar. Just don't have Khione attack immediately)
"You and Rico sleep in the same bed?" he asked, his face not portraying the feeling of anger stirring around in his chest.The idea just didn't sit right with him at all.
((gfhjgfgh khione, standing there and doing her best not to just fuck them up: ah yes. mighty fine weather.))
(Raymond will do something, don't worry. Have one of them say something, like, really bad to her)
She blinked, tilting her head slightly. "Only some nights. I'm usually here, or out'n'about." She wouldn't admit it, not out here in public, but her nightmares were sometimes so bad that the only thing even remotely helpful was sleeping in the same bed as someone. It helped, too, being able to wake up and see one of the people who'd been hurt in your dream safe, and right beside you.
Well, that didn't help much. However, his face didn't show a thing. It was almost impossible for him to express emotions in an outward act like a facial expression.
"Oh," he said simply, looking down at his feet again.
(I'mma bump this so I can be at the top of your notifs >:) )
She furrowed her brows almost unnoticeable at the change in his mood, leaning against the counter. “Yo, you good? If you’re worried about Rico being obnoxious, I’ll tell him to cool it.”
Raymond shook his head, his eyes still glued to the floor. What should he tell her? Should he lie and say it was nothing? Was it even possible for him to lie? "It just…..sounds kinda weird. I didn't expect it."
Khione was quiet for a moment, before huffing a sound like a sigh as she leaned closer, motioning for him to lower his head. “Nightmares, Ray. That’s why we share a bed. Because both of us has nightmares bad enough that that’s the only thing that really helps.”
"Oh," he said, scratching the back of his head. Even with that news, his anger still stayed latched in his chest. Typically when he felt like this he'd go play basketball, but it was too late for any of that. He would just have to wait for it to die down.
“There. Now you get a secret.” She said as she moved away to take another order. She continued once she was back, referring to a game they played as kids, which was basically just sharing secrets. “You eaten yet?”
"I had a power bar in the locker room," he said, happy the conversation shifted away from….that. He wasn't sure how to feel about all of that. "The medical staff said that I ate too much, so they brought my caloric intake down to 3,000 calories a day. It used to be 3,750 calories while they were trying to build up muscle, but now that I'm big enough they said 3,000 was enough."
(Will Rico be potential competition for Khione's attention?)
((Rico will flirt with any living thing but he’s about as straight as a roundabout. Unless you want him to be??))
“Incredible. They monitor everything, don’t they.” She said, shaking her head as she continued making drinks while talking. “Well, while you’re here, we’ve got food. Just let me know if you’re hungry.”
"'Hungry' has nothing to do with it," Raymond said with a shrug. "If I reach my cap, I can't eat anymore."
One thing about his disorder than benefited him was his extreme self control. He was so afraid of losing his opportunity to play basketball for a living that he didn't dare do anything that his bosses told him not to.
"When did you say you were gonna get off work?" he asked, starting to get bored. Maybe he should have brought his phone. He could've played Angry Birds while he waited for her to finish.
(I thought them sleeping in the same bed at night was leading to something. It don't gotta happen, I was just wondering)
(I just thought of something in the shower. What if the reason why Raymond dresses like a 60's gang member is to try to impress Khione)
((Sksksksks that’s adorable))
“Fifteen minutes now. Things’re quieter tonight.” A little bit too quiet, in fact. But that was something to worry about later. “Can ya grab my phone down the bar?” She asked, pointing with a tumbler at where her phone was laying on the counter behind her. “Gotta make sure Kaitlyn’s not getting into shit.”
He didn't even need to move from the spot to grab her phone. He just leaned over and reached one of his long arms over.
"You don't have any notifications," he said, handing the device over. It looked small compared to the size of his hand
She grabbed the phone, eyeing it for a moment before typing up a text. “I know. That’s what worries me. I’ve got my phone on to chime, and I ain’t got nothin’ about her tonight.”
"How would that be a bad thing?" he asked, slipping the hand back into his pocket. He'd forgotten his jacket in the trunk since he was so excited to see Khione again.
“Because I ain’t gettin’ complaints about Kaitlyn, it usually means she got into somethin’ she couldn’t get outta. Or she’s arrested.” Khione explained, fanning her face for a moment before delivering another drink. “You gotta be bored as hell, huh?”
"A little bit, yeah," he admitted, watching her work with an unreadable expression. "Talking to you helps, though."
After a few moments of silence, Raymond spoke, which was odd. He typically didn't speak until spoken to.
"Do you need more money?"
“I think I’ve got that new Mario Kart game on my phone.” She said, hands pausing when he spoke again. In fact, Khione stilled completely, looking about as uncomfortable as she possibly could. “Do I-for? I’m doin’ alright money wise, Ray.” There was that tone, the one she couldn’t get rid of when trying to lie to him. She’d been putting away most of her money for college, leaving her without much for food and other things once she had taken care of bills. But it was fine. Perfectly alright. She didn’t eat much anyway.
"Now that I'm a professional athlete, I've got more money than I know what to do with," he explained, pulling his right hand out of his pocket to scratch his nose. "I don't feel like its right to let you struggle to make ends meet."
“I’m not struggling.” She said, her voice almost cold. On some level, she knew he wasn’t insinuating anything, but that was straight where her mind always jumped. Every time somebody offered help. Khione was nothing if not incredibly stubborn. “The offer is sweet, but-“ She shook her head, eyes on the counter instead of on him.
He flinched at the edge that invaded her voice, his face twisting into a slight frown. Complex emotions tied to the way one's life it was like an alien language for Raymond. He was just offering to help her and now she was mad.
"Sorry," he mumbled, letting his head hang.