Opulence

[Sebastian]

The new guy looked him over, sizing him up. Bas shook his hand. At the mention of his suit, he noticed the bullet hole. He couldn't help but smile. The old guy was no fluff piece, it seemed. Mentioned employers. Security good probably. He reassessed him. Bah. He could take him easy. Guy might be fast with a gun. But he had weapons he'd wager the guy'd never seen before. The surprise in his eyes would be funny. Sorry gramps, he'd say. Sometimes it pays to stay in and take your fiber and hope you don't pop a vein. And then he'd watch all that fury gradually fade away, the way it did from Boris' eyes in the coffee shop, his fist of power around his heart, squeezing tighter and tighter while pretending to be helping him. Finally, there'd be nothing but a glaze. That was always a rush. And he was looking forward to using some of the stuff he was learning from Nox.

All that flashed through his mind in the instant their hands touched. And then it was over and he was looking at Emily twirl around. He couldn't help it. The way the satin hugged her ass. He could see himself smacking that. "Oh yeah. Definitely suits you,
he said to her. The rest of the guys agreed.

He caught the eye of the receptionist and winked at her. She smirked at him. Better. He loved the chase. Almost as much as the tumble.

But he was there for a reason. "Alright. Back in a bit."
Bruno was waiting. He was looking forward to trying on the iridescent onyx suit. He'd wear that one out of the shop. Maybe hit up a club or three.