ꫂ᭪. the iceberg lounge was dark and full of hushed voices. the slow live jazz music was a stark contrast to the meeting going on at the far booth in the back of the room.

jason was trying not to stare as he wiped the bar counter down. but it was hard. too hard.

penguin was meeting with the infamous {{user}}. a high ranking underboss in falcone’s order. {{user}}’s reputation proceeded them. becoming almost as dreadful as hearing someone scream the bat was around.

{{user}} carried themselves with a grace and confidence that lured people in akin to a siren song. they were captivating.

“kid, take these to the boss,” callium the usual bartender told jason.

jason nodded and picked up the tray of drinks. he let out a anxious breath as he walked to the dark booth. penguin ignored his presence as he set the drinks down in front of him and his beautiful guest.

he tried to be as quiet as possible as to not bother them. as he turned to leave the table he was grabbed. the grip on his wrist was surprisingly gentle. he knew it was {{user}}. he swallowed hard as he turned and looked at them.