[ luckily for evan, david doesn't catch the phrasing. too busy being mildly irate about remembering their last real fight and all the bullshit with it. ]
My shit, like you didn't bust my nose three seconds in.
[ he's sure that's meant to get him riled up, but david barks a laugh instead. the idea is genuinely hilarious to him, that anyone could ever think he was delicate enough to need someone to go easy on him, like he doesn't always go borderline feral the second his blood is spilled. ]
[ evan almost laughs at that, too, because considering how badly they've beaten each other over the years, it's a stupid idea. it was meant to be an insult. an automatic thing. david not taking the bait should irritate him.
too much to drink, he supposes, makes that less of a problem. but shouldn't it be the other way around? ]
[ strange how amenable they're being. maybe knowing neither one of them got the praise they thought they deserved for their work made dealing with each other more bearable. or -
it's the alcohol. must be. has to be. ]
Could do yourself and everyone else a favor and learn to stay the fuck down from time to time.
And that's why you keep getting the shit kicked out of you.
[ the smirk is infuriating, but evan manages to keep a lid on the anger for now. they're being amicable enough, and he doesn't want to be the one getting slammed for starting a fight in a slightly more upscale place like this. ]
[ makes it sound like he's losing fights out here, david's not a fan of that phrasing. the mention of another round mollifies him though, and david nods, tipping back the last of his drink. ]
Yeah-- I'll get this one. [ can't let evan get one up on him. ] Same again?
[ he knew david would offer. not that he would have refused to buy it if otherwise, but that'd tip the scales. david would owe him double. and neither one of them will let that happen.
he finishes off his drink while david's gone and takes the new glass without considering poison again. at this point, it really doesn't seem likely. ]
Might have less enemies if you weren't such an obnoxious prick.
[ david says it smoothly as he sits down, apparently unbothered. truthfully he doesn't think there's much he could do about the people who hate him, but he knows there could easily be a lot more of them. david's personable, charming in his way, most people find him easy enough to get along with. of course that all dances on a fine line with a volatile temper and a sharp tongue, a constant thirst for violence that's always sizzling under his skin, but it is what it is. ]
[ at least he's not a perpetual misery guts on top of it all like some people. ]
I play nice when I need to. In't gonna do more than that.
[ bare minimum. well, it's not like evan does any better. if anything, he's a lot worse. he must have just as many enemies as david, but for less varied reasons.
in the end, though, people just want them dead. very few want anything else. maybe money or influence. they don't have any real friends. the two of them are probably as close at that ever gets for either of them, which is alarming and very, very depressing. ]
Make me a hypocrite to try and make you do it. Just don't be so surprised when someone else tries to take a chunk outta you in desperation someday.
[ was that a compliment? david frowns briefly at his drink, reasoning that the alcohol's just making him looser with the truth, never mind he's really only just starting to feel that buzz. it snuck up on him, that's all. ]
I'm not worried about it. People wanna prove they're hot shit by takin' me on all the time anyway.
[ he assumes evan has the same problem — always someone looking to climb or trying to prove themself or some other shit, starting something that gets them put in the hospital if they're lucky. ]
[ of course they would be, he thinks. they're not him. they don't know david the way evan does.
which makes him grimace into his alcohol to think about, but fortunately david distracts him with another comment. ]
Yeah? They think your dad'll just toss you aside in favor of them if they can kick your ass?
[ something evan himself doesn't have to worry about, really. because no matter how many times people try it, family is more important. the only way he'd lose rank is if he was dead. even a nasty fuckup wouldn't do the trick, although maybe a really bad one would get him killed and put all that back at square one. there's tradeoffs to his life. ]
[ david's position isn't guaranteed, it's a fact he's painfully aware of, even being heir to this whole thing could change. but even so, it'd take a lot more than someone kicking his ass to get him ousted, but if people think that's all he's good for it's no surprise they think that's all it'd take. ]
Everyone's got their reasons. All of 'em are stupid.
[ to be fair, it's not even people within the organization he's concerned about. there's always a few rotten eggs waiting to get tossed, but his father is good at instilling loyalty. at making people feel valued-- wanted. ]
[ well, most people. ]
[ either way it's people on the outside he'd be more worried about, people who think they can prove the kings ain't shit by taking him down. ]
Coulda been bleeding out, no one's dumb enough to try shit when I'm flanked by a bunch of muscle.
[ he's been in his head about it too, but there's no explanation david can think of, not that that's anything new. his father acting with little to no explanation, sending him on work and then acting disappointed with the result. this is the most... egregious example for some time, but if he really thinks about it, it's nothing new. ]
Maybe they expected us to pull some kinda master fuckin' plan outta nowhere. 'Cause we famously get along so well.
[ the irony of the current situation notwithstanding. ]
[ expecting the ultimate turnaround from him, of all people? but that's absolutely something his father would do. it still wouldn't be good enough, ultimately, but he might have gotten a reassurance for it, instead of a cold dismissal. ]
Maybe this was the one chance they had to really ally. Split the city fairly. And we fucked it up.
[ david very nearly laughs at that, shakes his head with a small, amused smile on his face. ]
Oh fuck, yeah. Now you say it, kinda obvious in hindsight.
[ he manages to keep that deadpan surprisingly well. ]
[ ... actually, he can kind of see it, in a way where he'd ask his dad if he was okay if he said it. but part of him thinks archie and his dad like their little games of petty one-upmanship too much for that — never making any really push against eachother, little shiftings of fringe territory to keep eachother on their toes. ]
[ evan knows his father well enough that he'd never actually ally with the kings, except in brief circumstances like they just dealt with. teaming up with a known enemy to take down an unknown one, fine. keeping his distance to avoid an out and out war, also fine. but actually dividing the city up?
maybe ten or twenty years ago. now, he wants it all, eventually. apparently beating the shit out of the heir wasn't good enough, though. ]
Maybe next time they need to flatten someone trying to take over their shit, we can team up and burn their place down. Like we actually get along.
[ 'like we actually get along.' david laughs softly at that, a little twinge of annoyance at the fact that he'd like to see that. to rampage through some place with someone on his level? ]
Be an interesting change of pace.
[ that's all the appeal is, just a change of pace. something new that he's never gotten to do before. why else would he be interested in seeing evan in his element without being on the receiving end of it? ]
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[ it's the same with evan. he's irritated, still angry about everything, but the violence that would normally go with this is tempered. for now.
and he's got just enough alcohol in him to not immediately regret the phrase let you get on top. ]
Had to get you to stop your shit somehow.
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My shit, like you didn't bust my nose three seconds in.
[ pff, his shit. ]
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[ he takes a slow, deliberate sip. ]
Didn't think you were that delicate.
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Oh yeah. Famously soft, me. Bruise like a peach.
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too much to drink, he supposes, makes that less of a problem. but shouldn't it be the other way around? ]
You do. Just doesn't keep you down.
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Hear it's one of my more annoying qualities.
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[ strange how amenable they're being. maybe knowing neither one of them got the praise they thought they deserved for their work made dealing with each other more bearable. or -
it's the alcohol. must be. has to be. ]
Could do yourself and everyone else a favor and learn to stay the fuck down from time to time.
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[ he leans back in his seat with a smirk, taking a sip of his drink. he's annoying and he knows it, and he has no intention of ever stopping. ]
Think I'm gonna keep pissing everyone off instead.
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[ the smirk is infuriating, but evan manages to keep a lid on the anger for now. they're being amicable enough, and he doesn't want to be the one getting slammed for starting a fight in a slightly more upscale place like this. ]
Another round?
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[ makes it sound like he's losing fights out here, david's not a fan of that phrasing. the mention of another round mollifies him though, and david nods, tipping back the last of his drink. ]
Yeah-- I'll get this one. [ can't let evan get one up on him. ] Same again?
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[ he knew david would offer. not that he would have refused to buy it if otherwise, but that'd tip the scales. david would owe him double. and neither one of them will let that happen.
he finishes off his drink while david's gone and takes the new glass without considering poison again. at this point, it really doesn't seem likely. ]
Might have less enemies if you weren't such an obnoxious prick.
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[ david says it smoothly as he sits down, apparently unbothered. truthfully he doesn't think there's much he could do about the people who hate him, but he knows there could easily be a lot more of them. david's personable, charming in his way, most people find him easy enough to get along with. of course that all dances on a fine line with a volatile temper and a sharp tongue, a constant thirst for violence that's always sizzling under his skin, but it is what it is. ]
[ at least he's not a perpetual misery guts on top of it all like some people. ]
I play nice when I need to. In't gonna do more than that.
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in the end, though, people just want them dead. very few want anything else. maybe money or influence. they don't have any real friends. the two of them are probably as close at that ever gets for either of them, which is alarming and very, very depressing. ]
Make me a hypocrite to try and make you do it. Just don't be so surprised when someone else tries to take a chunk outta you in desperation someday.
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[ was that a compliment?
david frowns briefly at his drink, reasoning that the alcohol's just making him looser with the truth, never mind he's really only just starting to feel that buzz. it snuck up on him, that's all. ]
I'm not worried about it. People wanna prove they're hot shit by takin' me on all the time anyway.
[ he assumes evan has the same problem — always someone looking to climb or trying to prove themself or some other shit, starting something that gets them put in the hospital if they're lucky. ]
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which makes him grimace into his alcohol to think about, but fortunately david distracts him with another comment. ]
Yeah? They think your dad'll just toss you aside in favor of them if they can kick your ass?
[ something evan himself doesn't have to worry about, really. because no matter how many times people try it, family is more important. the only way he'd lose rank is if he was dead. even a nasty fuckup wouldn't do the trick, although maybe a really bad one would get him killed and put all that back at square one. there's tradeoffs to his life. ]
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Everyone's got their reasons. All of 'em are stupid.
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[ he looks back down into his drink, like he's trying to see a confirmation or rebuttal in the alcohol. it doesn't come. ]
Anyone try anything after the fight?
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[ to be fair, it's not even people within the organization he's concerned about. there's always a few rotten eggs waiting to get tossed, but his father is good at instilling loyalty. at making people feel valued-- wanted. ]
[ well, most people. ]
[ either way it's people on the outside he'd be more worried about, people who think they can prove the kings ain't shit by taking him down. ]
Coulda been bleeding out, no one's dumb enough to try shit when I'm flanked by a bunch of muscle.
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[ evan would be dumb enough. but he was also bleeding out and being dragged away by his men, so it didn't really work out. ]
Still sorta wonder what they wanted us to do.
[ yes, this has been on his mind for weeks. it's better to think about than, say, almost making out with david king. ]
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[ he's been in his head about it too, but there's no explanation david can think of, not that that's anything new. his father acting with little to no explanation, sending him on work and then acting disappointed with the result. this is the most... egregious example for some time, but if he really thinks about it, it's nothing new. ]
Maybe they expected us to pull some kinda master fuckin' plan outta nowhere. 'Cause we famously get along so well.
[ the irony of the current situation notwithstanding. ]
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[ expecting the ultimate turnaround from him, of all people? but that's absolutely something his father would do. it still wouldn't be good enough, ultimately, but he might have gotten a reassurance for it, instead of a cold dismissal. ]
Maybe this was the one chance they had to really ally. Split the city fairly. And we fucked it up.
[ he smirks when he says that. as if. ]
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Oh fuck, yeah. Now you say it, kinda obvious in hindsight.
[ he manages to keep that deadpan surprisingly well. ]
[ ... actually, he can kind of see it, in a way where he'd ask his dad if he was okay if he said it. but part of him thinks archie and his dad like their little games of petty one-upmanship too much for that — never making any really push against eachother, little shiftings of fringe territory to keep eachother on their toes. ]
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maybe ten or twenty years ago. now, he wants it all, eventually. apparently beating the shit out of the heir wasn't good enough, though. ]
Maybe next time they need to flatten someone trying to take over their shit, we can team up and burn their place down. Like we actually get along.
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Be an interesting change of pace.
[ that's all the appeal is, just a change of pace. something new that he's never gotten to do before. why else would he be interested in seeing evan in his element without being on the receiving end of it? ]
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yeah, right. he doesn't need a friend, especially not david king, of all people. even if it's some vague bullshit. ]
How long you think it'll take before they disown us both for trying it?
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