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[boomerwanged]

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. ]

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[Victor grins, either way, actually dipping his head and rubbing the back of his neck.]

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.

[boomerwanged]

[ 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.

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[Oh no, you don't wanna subtly make a remark about his scars, Boomer you don't.

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?

[boomerwanged]

[ 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. ]

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[It's not like Victor notices anyway, not when the opportunity to talk about his scars comes up. He'll get a drink later, if he remembers.]

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.

[boomerwanged]

Uh-huh...

[ 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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[Boomer's so funny. Why didn't the two of them ever talk when they were back in Gotham? After all, they're from the same one.]

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.

[boomerwanged]

[ 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.

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[Look at that, something they can agree on at least. Thinking isn't, or hasn't been Victor's forte in a long time.

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?

[boomerwanged]

[ 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. ]

[meowww]

[He’s never heard of how bad Belle Reve is, only that most of the muties or freaks with special genes got the front seat on that train.

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.

[boomerwanged]

[ 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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Yeah, next time.

[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.

[boomerwanged]

Oh yeah, you're married or some shit, right? But into that cucking stuff.

[ 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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Yeah, Roman's been into that for a while.

[He shrugs and takes his own drink to finally get another sip in him.]

I got a small package. He likes bigger ones. I like it when he gets wrecked, so we try to kinda work it like that.

Sometimes we fuck up, and the fight sex is amazing.

[boomerwanged]

[ Digger arches a slow eyebrow at that admittance as his eyes drift downwards, but ultimately he just nudges a shoulder upwards in a vague shrug to himself. He appreciates the honesty. And while talking dick size might be odd anywhere else in the universe, in Duplicity its just standard affair. ]

Well you've had my lad in that mouth of yours, you know I'm good for it. [ Blessed with a large dick, but not with the ability to use it well. ]

So if you ever wanna see some real wrecking, I might be persuaded. None of that creepy shit you two get up to though.

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[This man has no shame, it's no wonder he fits well in Duplicity. Embarrassment and lack of dignity are something he hasn't felt in a very long time.

Setting the glass back down, Victor lets his eyes flick down then back up.]

Yeah, I know you are. You're his type too. He likes 'em rough around the edges, somethin' daddy wouldn't like you know?

[A slight grin.]

Oh yeah? What kinda creepy shit is off the table for you?

[boomerwanged]

Prissy lad likes the bad boys; tale as old as time.

[ Which is to say he's not surprised and definitely doesn't seem to mind. Digger's been around enough to have first hand accounts of rich boys chasing him. ]

None of this "little bird" crap for starters. I'm already a dead man walkin', so you can't count that as a notch, you weird bastard.

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At least you already know the song and dance. Plenty of fellas try to play the part of the bad boy a little too much. You're genuine, that's good enough for me, better for Roman.

[He nods at the request, grinning a little wide with his own gold-tooth smile.]

Ok, I'll make sure to check off necrophilia on the list for you. Anything else, doll?

[boomerwanged]

[ He scoffs lightly at the claim of his genuineness. It's not a word he hears in relation to him all that often, not for a guy who's spent his life lying, cheating and stealing. But Victor's not wrong; when it comes to being a misbehaving little scumbag, Boomer's the real deal. ]

Oh, cheers, mate. Appreciate you taking that off the list of me, I was real worried you'd try fucking me corpse or something. [ Dripping with sarcasm, but also a smile. ]

I don't even know what the bloody hell you lads get up to, maybe a safe word is just a hell of a lot easier.

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[Maybe Roman hasn't, but Victor...Well, Victor was in a bit of a state before he figured out how exactly he wanted the rest of his life to go.

Roman helped out with that. At least the morgues in Gotham didn't have to worry about midnight visitors.]

What really? [A little crooked grin and a raised brow.] Like to really use?

[They don't have one. Of course, they don't.] If that's what you need then that's what you need. Ok.

We try to keep it tame when we have a third party.

[boomerwanged]

[ Sort of reassuring for Boomer to know that no matter how bad he is, there's probably always someone worse out there. Thanks, Zsasz, for being that real low bar. ]

Either way, man, I'll say if I'm not bloody happy. [ He speaks his mind even in the midst of sex. ]

Speaking of, though, you must have limits too, yeah? Things you don't like seeing happen to your man. You ever have a third party push some no-no button?

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Well, that's fuckin' good, I can't stand people who can't communicate.

[As if Victor is a paragon of honest communication here.]

I do, and no, I never let anyone do what I don't want 'em to do. [They don't live long if they try either.]

Nobody else get's to kiss him. That's my business. That's my limit.

[boomerwanged]

No kissin'? That's your limit?

[ A small chuckle because that's honestly not one he's heard much before beyond maybe sex workers, but he sure won't be saying that out loud right now. ]

I take it that's just kissing on the lips, yeah? Smooches elsewhere are fine?

[ No lips at all is a tough rule to follow. ]