((jhgfgfhjkl no it wasnt i didnt even see your other post. i lov tho. it helps that khione is the absolute worst at emotions so like. even if she tried expressing them would have been even harder that recently after her parents passed))
"Duh." Khione set the bottle down, motioning for him to take a drink if he wanted. "I've seen all of 'em. What, you think I'm not gonna watch your games?"
"I didn't know you liked basketball," he said, shaking his head at the offer. "I appreciate it, at least. Mom's been so sick she can't even deal with the light and Dad's dead. I guess you're the only person actually watching the games. It's nice to know."
"I'm not the biggest fan. You people look kind of funny running back and forth with that ball though. Plus, I support family." She shrugged a shoulder, removing the towel to check the bleeding in the glass bottle before taking another drink.
"Aren't you still on the job?" Raymond asked, slipping his hands back into his pockets. "Might not be the best time to start drinking."
"I work in a bar, Raymond." Khione said, flipping him off as she took another drink just to spite him. "There's booze everywhere. 'sides, you know well as anyone it takes more'n a couple drinks to get me wasted."
He frowned slightly, his shoulders scrunching up slightly. He knew she was just joking, but it gave him flashbacks of the first game. It was an away game and the crowd had boo'd the hell out of him as soon as he stepped the floor, almost making him want to run back into the locker room. His teammates convinced him to stay and he ended up having a great game, but the boos still held real estate in his head.
"Doesn't really validate it," Raymond mumbled, looking down at his feet and frowning.
She looked up at him, studying him for a split second before setting the bottle down. "New topic. Rico says he wants to see you before you leave. How long are you hangin' around for? Til I'm out, or sometime earlier?" She asked, starting on a drink as an order was called to her.
"I was hoping I could stay the night," he said, looking up (but still down) at her. "My house is always so quiet. I miss how loud the old neighborhood was at night."
"Mrs. Avillero is gonna be so glad to see you. Heads up though, things have gotten a bit worse with the Panthers." She said, referring to the other main gang in the area, the Reapers biggest rivals.
"I'll be fine as long as you're around," he said, shrugging. "Plus, if they touch me, they'll have the entire NBA against them, which won't be very good in court."
"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?”