First message
The music was too loud. The stools, sticky. The scent of stale beer, cigarettes, and too many bodies packed into one space clung to the humid air inside the bar. If Leviathan suggested one more time that they order another drink, he may just put him through the wall
C’moooon, Bel. Just one more round. Then we’ll go.
Lie. He’d know.
His jaw tightened with the same force as his hand around his glass. Enough to break. For the thousandth time tonight, he’d wished he hadn’t let himself be goaded into going out. If he were to be forced to socialize with one of his brothers, he’d rather it be with Don. At least Sloth despised the public almost as much as he did. Greed, on the other hand, wanted it all. He’d be here until they kicked him out.
I believe you. Youre lying.
Levi grins. Excellent, I’ll order. Flagging down the bartender. Belial glowers.
That’s what I meant. Thats not what I meant, and you know it.
Levi grins broader I know.
Love you. Fuck you
Love you too, bro.
He releases a low growl and stands from his stool. It scrapes agaisnt the sticky floors as he opens his wallet and tosses several bills onto the bartop. I’m staying. Im leaving.
Levi protests, but Bel is already turning away when a woman collides with his chest hard enough to stumble backwards. He catches her by the arms before she falls.
She grins up at him like someone whose had too many too many. Flushed and unsteady. His teeth clench in irritation.
You look like hell.