[ The return greeting drags a snorted little cackle from Boomer, nose scrunching as he makes his retreat soon after. Not far, though, only breaking contact enough to slip onto the bar stool next to Victor. ]
Whiskey, large.
[ His attention barely flickers to the bartender, more interested in the surroundings and his company. ]
'Ere, check these bastards out. [ He thumps a broad forearm onto the bartop in front of Victor to show off a chunky 'bracelet', the same on his other arm too. ] Realignment cuffs, so we gotta be on our best behaviour, you and me.
Make it two. [He needs that burn, Boomer has good taste.
Watching Boomer slam his cuffed hands onto the table, Victor whistles. Those are some nasty-looking jewels the city's got on standby.] Well that takes a few of tonight's activities off the planner. What the fuck do those things weigh, the city watches through everythin', you wouldn't think they'd need these fugly things.
[Better you than me buddy.]
Does this mean you can't talk about the heist, or, can we at least discuss those pretty details?
Nn, I don't think they got microphones in them... [ He says with a curious squint, raising a wrist closer to his face so he can observe one of the bracelets more carefully as if he's never bothered looking before now.
And then he thumps it back down onto the bar top, none the wiser after that little investigation. ]
I think we're still good for a bit of hijinks, babe, what's the worst they're gonna do? Slap another week onto my sentence? Hah, real bloody hardship. [ Another light cackle of a laugh. ]
You want the dirty details then? 'Bout my bloody courageous fight against the system?
[True, what is another week with just heavy bracelets on your wrists? If Boomer's up for it, Victor's sure not going to argue the details of what might happen if they get caught.
They just won't get caught. Easy peasy.]
Well don't just keep that kinda stuff to yourself. I need somethin' to fantasize about when Roman gives me the cold shoulder. Go on.
Okay, so- [ He slams a palm down on the bar top. Story time. ]
Y'know that real fancy "premier" jewellery store in the Up, the one near the elevator and a buncha boutiques? I'd been scoping that place out whenevs I could get up there, but mate, their security was tighter than a virgin's arsehole. Hard to find a proper in, so I think to myself I need some sorta distraction...
[ Their drinks arrive and Digger's instantly reaching for his, tipping the glass vaguely in Victor's direction with a soft mutter of "cheers" before he's knocking back a hefty mouthful and swallowing it like it's water. ]
And my mate Harls distracts better than any bloody person I know. So she's on distraction duty- glitter bomb, for some reason- and I slip in, quiet as anything, and nab the high value shit. I don't even get greedy, just a quick grab. We get out, get back to the Down, stash our swag, and then get bloody citations the very next day. It's like you said, mate, they're real good at finding us. Dunno how they do it, but fuck it, there's some stashes they don't even know about, hah.
[He laughs, a dorky, high laugh as Boomer regales him of tales of conquest and capture in sex city. Course the bastards find him and Harley, they got sticks up their asses so far Batman would probably get a ticket.
Taking his own glass, Victor downs a shot's worth of it, grinning through the burn.]
Sounds like they wanted ta cite you more than get the diamonds back. Perfect for us, stupid for them.
Hah, too right. I'll have the entire stash made into money by next month, just you wait.
[ What he can't sell, or thinks is too hot to sell, he'll melt down and trade that way. He's done this shit a thousand times before, makes no difference what world he's in. ]
So, what have you and Sub Boy been up to? Usual kinky shit? Although no offence, mate, but I don't think I got a strong enough constitution to know what you two do half the time.
Nice job, with that kinda hard work I might just ask for a few errands in the future.
[Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Victor takes another drink of his whiskey.]
Aw, come on, where's your sense of adventure, bud? A lot of the stuff we do is fun, just takes a bit of time to ease into it.
[Setting the drink down, he sighs.]
Roman's been kinda pissy at me since I brought this other guy into our contract. He wanted to get back at his dominant, and I thought he and Roman would get along. Not happenin' let me tell you that much.
Kinda why I'm interested in the diamonds. Smooth things over with the Mister.
He shrugs and offers Boomer a little bashful smile.]
Roman's always wanted to try cuckplay, I thought bringing in a pretty partner would help him take the plunge. Maybe I shoulda asked what he wants in a third party before I jumped on the first opportunity.
Yeah, y'think? Fuck me, man, is 'pretty' even his type?
[ Another hefty swig to drain his glass, sliding it across the bad when he's done with it. ]
'Cause looking at you, I'm not so sure. [ Sort of a backhanded insult, granted, or maybe it's a compliment. Either way Digger's just telling it how he sees it. ]
[ That look Victor gives him earns a mildly suspicious side eye, but Digger's ultimately way too distracted with trying to catch the bartenders attention for another whiskey. ]
Bloody obvious. He spent fifteen years with a bloke who looks like he's had a boxing match with a tiger. I been in more bar fights than there are days in the fuckin' year and I still don't got a face like yours.
[ With another two whiskey's ordered and soon to be on their way, Digger takes Victors obvious distraction and reaches for his half finished drink, downing it for himself. What's a few stolen drinks between friends? Especially when more are coming. ]
Do I wanna know?
[ He thinks maybe he regrets asking already, and yet here they are. ]
It's gonna be crazy shit. [ Calling it, but the way he's looking at Victor is with some expectation, like he's waiting for the reason. ]
[ There's the mildest of concerns that if he hears too much detail on all of this, he'll actually have to consider his own moral standing or some shit. There's not fear for his own safety or any real issue with Victor's words beyond a line being crossed that forces him to think.
And thinking is gross. ]
Mate, I don't need to know more. I'm just a bank robber with a love for a good brawl, anything more than that is well past my level. You and me, man, we're just buddies having a drink, anything outside of that is... [ A dismissive handwave. He's known weirder characters in the Squad, he can put aside differences in morals. ]
So we've established Roman likes 'em crazy too, then. Bet you've had a stint in Arkham.
[ He meets that answer with an arch of an eyebrow. Arkham is a real weird fucking place. ]
Never made it to Arkham, thank fuck. They had me in Belle Reve; solitary confinement most the time after I kept escapin' from Central City's shitty prisons. Still got outta Belle Reve though, high security my arse.
[ A light chuckle into his glass as he takes another swig. ]
[ Zsasz truly is too good at stroking his already overinflated ego. Most times Digger's bragging is met with eye rolls and disinterest, but this support is only going to make him more insufferable. ]
Ah, maybe next time, yeah?
Sounds like you two psycho love birds were made for each other anyways. Sorta nice to know, honestly. Don't often hear about rogues from our world doing well in the love department. Not really the best line of work for that.
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Whiskey, large.
[ His attention barely flickers to the bartender, more interested in the surroundings and his company. ]
'Ere, check these bastards out. [ He thumps a broad forearm onto the bartop in front of Victor to show off a chunky 'bracelet', the same on his other arm too. ] Realignment cuffs, so we gotta be on our best behaviour, you and me.
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Watching Boomer slam his cuffed hands onto the table, Victor whistles. Those are some nasty-looking jewels the city's got on standby.] Well that takes a few of tonight's activities off the planner. What the fuck do those things weigh, the city watches through everythin', you wouldn't think they'd need these fugly things.
[Better you than me buddy.]
Does this mean you can't talk about the heist, or, can we at least discuss those pretty details?
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And then he thumps it back down onto the bar top, none the wiser after that little investigation. ]
I think we're still good for a bit of hijinks, babe, what's the worst they're gonna do? Slap another week onto my sentence? Hah, real bloody hardship. [ Another light cackle of a laugh. ]
You want the dirty details then? 'Bout my bloody courageous fight against the system?
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They just won't get caught. Easy peasy.]
Well don't just keep that kinda stuff to yourself. I need somethin' to fantasize about when Roman gives me the cold shoulder. Go on.
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Y'know that real fancy "premier" jewellery store in the Up, the one near the elevator and a buncha boutiques? I'd been scoping that place out whenevs I could get up there, but mate, their security was tighter than a virgin's arsehole. Hard to find a proper in, so I think to myself I need some sorta distraction...
[ Their drinks arrive and Digger's instantly reaching for his, tipping the glass vaguely in Victor's direction with a soft mutter of "cheers" before he's knocking back a hefty mouthful and swallowing it like it's water. ]
And my mate Harls distracts better than any bloody person I know. So she's on distraction duty- glitter bomb, for some reason- and I slip in, quiet as anything, and nab the high value shit. I don't even get greedy, just a quick grab. We get out, get back to the Down, stash our swag, and then get bloody citations the very next day. It's like you said, mate, they're real good at finding us. Dunno how they do it, but fuck it, there's some stashes they don't even know about, hah.
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Taking his own glass, Victor downs a shot's worth of it, grinning through the burn.]
Sounds like they wanted ta cite you more than get the diamonds back. Perfect for us, stupid for them.
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[ What he can't sell, or thinks is too hot to sell, he'll melt down and trade that way. He's done this shit a thousand times before, makes no difference what world he's in. ]
So, what have you and Sub Boy been up to? Usual kinky shit? Although no offence, mate, but I don't think I got a strong enough constitution to know what you two do half the time.
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[Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Victor takes another drink of his whiskey.]
Aw, come on, where's your sense of adventure, bud? A lot of the stuff we do is fun, just takes a bit of time to ease into it.
[Setting the drink down, he sighs.]
Roman's been kinda pissy at me since I brought this other guy into our contract. He wanted to get back at his dominant, and I thought he and Roman would get along. Not happenin' let me tell you that much.
Kinda why I'm interested in the diamonds. Smooth things over with the Mister.
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But then there's tales of Roman and he offers up a more sympathetic flinch. ]
Oof, trouble in paradise. Didn't even ask your man before signing in a second? Dunno what else you expected to happen there, mate.
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He shrugs and offers Boomer a little bashful smile.]
Roman's always wanted to try cuckplay, I thought bringing in a pretty partner would help him take the plunge. Maybe I shoulda asked what he wants in a third party before I jumped on the first opportunity.
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[ Another hefty swig to drain his glass, sliding it across the bad when he's done with it. ]
'Cause looking at you, I'm not so sure. [ Sort of a backhanded insult, granted, or maybe it's a compliment. Either way Digger's just telling it how he sees it. ]
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Probably shoulda thought about that. Roman doesn't like the competition.
[Letting his gaze slowly drift over Boomer's face and down to the line on his throat, he hums.]
Nah, he likes them a little bit rougher around the edges.
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Bloody obvious. He spent fifteen years with a bloke who looks like he's had a boxing match with a tiger. I been in more bar fights than there are days in the fuckin' year and I still don't got a face like yours.
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Victor leans in, grin stretched wide across his face now, he can barely sit in his seat.]
Yeah, cuz you didn't earn it like I did.
[Lowering his voice, he cocks his head to the side.]
You wanna know? You wanna know why I got so many of em?
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Do I wanna know?
[ He thinks maybe he regrets asking already, and yet here they are. ]
It's gonna be crazy shit. [ Calling it, but the way he's looking at Victor is with some expectation, like he's waiting for the reason. ]
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I mean, everybody's gotta have a trophy right?
[Yeah, it's going to be some crazy shit.]
I got a mark for all the little birds I send to heaven. All of 'em.
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[ Two more drinks slide in front of them on the bar and he's quick to neck back another half of a glass. ]
Y'know, mate, it just makes it weirder when you call them Little Birds? [ After all, they all know what he's talking about. Unless... ]
Unless you literally are a bird murderer, which. Weird thing to brag about but I guess we all gotta have hobbies.
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That's what they are, Boomer. Little birds trapped in golden cages, waiting for someone to spring the lock.
[He takes his glass.]
I'm happy to oblige.
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And thinking is gross. ]
Mate, I don't need to know more. I'm just a bank robber with a love for a good brawl, anything more than that is well past my level. You and me, man, we're just buddies having a drink, anything outside of that is... [ A dismissive handwave. He's known weirder characters in the Squad, he can put aside differences in morals. ]
So we've established Roman likes 'em crazy too, then. Bet you've had a stint in Arkham.
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To imagine that not so long ago this man actually had some kind of success that went beyond face-peeling and obsessive murder counting.]
Yeah. [He says, bashful.] Kept me in the basement in a hollowed-out water tank thing. What about you?
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Never made it to Arkham, thank fuck. They had me in Belle Reve; solitary confinement most the time after I kept escapin' from Central City's shitty prisons. Still got outta Belle Reve though, high security my arse.
[ A light chuckle into his glass as he takes another swig. ]
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When he’s been arrested, the psychiatrist took one look at him and sent him to the basement level of Arkham’s crazy fuckers wing.
It’s a sad thing to see when the government throws a perfectly sane man in with the mush-brained freaks.]
Fuck, that’s cool. Where were you when I was tryin’ to bust out? Coulda used those slippery fingers of yours.
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Ah, maybe next time, yeah?
Sounds like you two psycho love birds were made for each other anyways. Sorta nice to know, honestly. Don't often hear about rogues from our world doing well in the love department. Not really the best line of work for that.
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[No wonder Roman’s kept him around for so long. He seems rather good at flaunting others’ achievements rather than his own.
Not that he’s afraid to brag, like a few moments prior.]
Didn’t go lookin’ for it, that’s for sure. Just happen to get lucky. Even luckier to call him mine only now.
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[ Another drink knocked back and finished with, sliding the empty glass away from himself. ]
How do you two balance all that? You both seem like the jealous types. So how d'you manage fucking others?
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