Put that Sh** in my hand little man! (Jay&SilentBOBftw) Ruby

[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]Bartender's choices, riiight. Ruby highly doubted that was true, but it was of no use if she played smart or dumb. It could be true, the barman could have gotten used to Johnny's visits and as he became a regular, the dude just memorized what he'd drink. And still, it wouldnt be the bartender's choice.

Ruby could say she was comfortable around all Enigma members, with no exception. It was that feeing atmosphere that Ryan struggled so much to install, that at some point he succeeded and now it just stuck with everyone. Inside of the warehouse no one bowed to anyone out of formalities, no one had fancy greetings and there were no orders thrown from a different level than the listener's own. Only outside of it, when Enigma wore its name, people showed their respect for the leadership and obeyed them even if they got a little Hitlerish or crazy. Ruby thought that Park was a great dude, with the will and abilities to make things work and such, and given that he had raised himself to the Left Hand title, it only straightened the idea of him being capable, deserving the title. Everyone was respected, even if Blackwood had different ways of showing it.

"It does? How so?" Ruby raised a brow, a curious smile on her plump lips now as she looked at the Left Hand expectantly. That she was really curious to hear about. How did a name, reflecting a red jewel, a crimson precious stone, match her..what? Personality? Yeah sure. It more matched her derived nickname, Red. Well, Blackwood had been taught how to act like a lady of the high society, but really she didnt see why she'd want to look snobbish around people who didnt deserve the torture. Plus, King didnt like rich people, so even though what was left of her DNA family supplied Enigma with weapons and ammo, there was no reason why she'd keep her nose up and roll her eyes at shit. Mostly because she hated snob behaviour too.

She could tell by now that if she didnt drink, Johnny would begin to feel awkward probably, or embarrassed, thinking she didnt enjoy drinking with him or whatever. But was getting drunk such a good idea? Well, not around Ryan and Park, they could outdo you at drinking any time. But this was Neo..the warehouse was right behind it..if she'd need it she could crash in her old room.

The blonde 27 years old grabbed the glass with the unknown drink, moving it to her lips and obviously before everything she smelled the beverage while resting the edge of the glass on her lower lip, ready to drink. The smell was...yeah she had no idea how to describe it. It was clearly alcohol somewhere there in the mix, no questioning. But the scent was so tricky. Eventually she parted her lips and took it down, regretting her life choices so far.

Ryan must be laughing his ass off.
Johnny must be laughing his ass off.
The entire fucking nation had the reason to be laughing their asses off.

Was it just her or did this drink actually burn? When was the last time she drank something alcoholic, but in big quantities? Oh well for sure it was some time ago, because this drink was burning her throat and making her own cheeks light up a bit. Could you spell unexperienced? She put the glass back on the counter, her empty hand opening and closing in a fist as a reaction, still resting on the wooden surface. "This wasnt vodka and apple juice." Did she even expect that? Not really, but in her defense the drink just tasted super weird and different, and the alcohol just made it seem like burning a bit. Well..she'll need another one to get used to it.

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