Usually, Basher wouldn't be so contented with being abducted against his will, thrown in an entirely new situation, and told basically fuck-all nothing about where he was and how he got here. Wouldn't have appreciated his mobile being a useless brick (even though it was already a useless brick) that wouldn't do so much as turn on. But this, this was an interesting little thing these kidnappers had going on. Free booze, rampant sex, pretties out the door, fucking against tables, chairs, and even the floor, and no sign of his boss in sight. Despite being alarmed at the ramifications, Sebastian had decided, well, fuck it, this would be his little present to himself. A holiday, just for a little while, until he found out more about how he got here and how he was going to leave.
And the cunts who threw him in here weren't all that bad. They gave him these little beads to trade around for sex, a helluva lot better than throwing down a wad of tenners on some cheap floozy in Camden. As far as Sebastian was concerned, the sex was free, and that had Basher Moran written all over it. Didn't take him long to go through all the beads save the orange and yellow ones, and he'd be damned it anyone was going to wee on him. He'd punch their faces in before that happened. Might consider doing it to someone else after he had a bit more to drink, (didn't see any toilets around anyway, why not?), but until then, he was determined to use up his remaining orange beads.
So. A glance about, and the sniper picked out a few interesting souls he could proposition. Definitely would have at it with that pretty thing in the corner, but the other girls in the area were just... subpar. Which was really saying something if Sebastian was as sloshed as he was. Thinking to try something new, the Colonel eyed a lonely looking man standing around, then slunk over to him. Without asking, Sebastian threw an arm around the man's shoulders and grinned at him, raising a suggestive brow at him.
"'ey mate. I know, not too many lookers here, should walk around a bit if that's what you're in the mood for. But look, got an idea," started Sebastian, rolling an orange bead about in his palm before dropping it into the other man's hand. "you and me and her."
A hand gestured out to a long-haired blonde leaning against the counter to one of the nearby booths, playing some carnival game. Long legs, thin with a hint of curve, nice arse, what more could a man ask for? "I'll even let you pick which hole you want. 'fraid I don't have a johnny on me, you'll have to do it bare. But don't worry! There's nothing you can catch you can't live with." What... ever that meant. Sebastian nudged the man slightly, still grinning.
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And the cunts who threw him in here weren't all that bad. They gave him these little beads to trade around for sex, a helluva lot better than throwing down a wad of tenners on some cheap floozy in Camden. As far as Sebastian was concerned, the sex was free, and that had Basher Moran written all over it. Didn't take him long to go through all the beads save the orange and yellow ones, and he'd be damned it anyone was going to wee on him. He'd punch their faces in before that happened. Might consider doing it to someone else after he had a bit more to drink, (didn't see any toilets around anyway, why not?), but until then, he was determined to use up his remaining orange beads.
So. A glance about, and the sniper picked out a few interesting souls he could proposition. Definitely would have at it with that pretty thing in the corner, but the other girls in the area were just... subpar. Which was really saying something if Sebastian was as sloshed as he was. Thinking to try something new, the Colonel eyed a lonely looking man standing around, then slunk over to him. Without asking, Sebastian threw an arm around the man's shoulders and grinned at him, raising a suggestive brow at him.
"'ey mate. I know, not too many lookers here, should walk around a bit if that's what you're in the mood for. But look, got an idea," started Sebastian, rolling an orange bead about in his palm before dropping it into the other man's hand. "you and me and her."
A hand gestured out to a long-haired blonde leaning against the counter to one of the nearby booths, playing some carnival game. Long legs, thin with a hint of curve, nice arse, what more could a man ask for? "I'll even let you pick which hole you want. 'fraid I don't have a johnny on me, you'll have to do it bare. But don't worry! There's nothing you can catch you can't live with." What... ever that meant. Sebastian nudged the man slightly, still grinning.