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How many times had Saad told him he should tag along to one of these things? He'd known the guy for well over a year now. But before he had always refused, what was the point? Saad wouldn't tell him exactly what went on, it was the reason he said no. Being high around a bunch of people doing only god knows what...
But he was already high when Saad asked him to come this time, they were about to leave when Tom came to pick up. So Tom didn't fight much when Saad grabbed his arm and dragged him along after the teen had shoved his bag of white powder in his pocket.
It had been... interesting, to say the least. Interesting was to small of a word. It was pretty damn hott. He had watched silently, high the entire time- staring into the ring- watching one guy take out everybody. Yeah, that was who held the high teenagers attention. Well, unless you counted the few times he'd gone off with Saad just to get higher.
The teen was leaning against the wall now, the fighting over by now and he was starting to get bored- arms crossed over his chest, beer in hand- glazed eyes just looking around. Pausing every few moments or so on Saad talking to the man from the ring, the teen hadn't been paying enough attention to ever catch his name.
"So who's the kid?" Bushido grunted after he caught the kid watching them before leaning against the wall and looking rather bored.
"That's Tom, that guy I was telling you about, remember, we hang out a bit, you know," Saad chuckled and turned to look at his friend waving him over with a funny look, not even sure why Tom had decided to stay over there, then again he knew that all his attention had been focused on Bushido.
"He looks completely wasted," Anis pointed out and picked up his drink, excusing himself and heading towards then by, glancing at him before he smirked and carried on past, ducking into a little side room to get showered and changed since he still stunk and wanted to relax and roll up a nice fat joint and not move again until he felt like it. Pulling his money clip from the pocket of his jacket, he threw it onto the table, following it with his phone, keys and a switchblade. He hung the jacket over the back of the chair, undressing as he walked into the bathroom, turning the shower on.
Saad walked over to Tom and nudged him, "Bushido's just gunna shower then were going to go out back and have a few drinks, he want's to chill out for a bit."
Wasted? Yeah, that was pretty much the perfect way to say it. On exactly what, Tom couldn't give you any specifics on that right now. Besides, to him it didn't exactly matter. As long as he was.
He tilted his head at Saad when the other waved him over, staying completely still a moment or so longer before he pushed him off the wall. Saad was the closet person to this kid then anyone in the last four years. Which was sad, considering how little the other really knew about him. Sure, he knew about Tom now, how he is now. But Tom's past was a mystery to everyone. If it was ever brought up, he'd pretend he didn't hear it and make an excuse to leave.
Tom smirked a little himself when the boxer Saad was talking too walked past him, his eyes following him back until he felt his friend nudging him. "Bushido..." he repeated after a moment, shrugging a bit. "Alright, whatevers good." He said, pushing his hat back to look up at Saad and see him better. "He's hot as fuck."
Saad laughed, not sure if Tom was serious or not before he cracked a grin. "I'd be careful if I was you," he advised, making sure Tom wouldn't know if he was serious or pulling his leg.
Bushido came out about ten minutes later, dressed in a pair of jeans and a yellow t-shirt under a black leather jacket, white sneakers adorning his feet and an expensive watch on his wrist. Bushido took the drink Saad held out to him as he approached him and the kid, Anis glancing at him and grunting a little in greeting. "Bushido," he said gruffly before holding his hand out to the wasted boy, his eyes meeting Tom's and he smirked a little. "So you're Tom," he said and flashed him a dangerous grin.
"I just saw him beat the shit out of... I dunno, a lot of people. It was hot," Tom shrugged. He was serious, Bushido was fucking hot. "Careful? Me? Funny, Saad. I'm not sure I know the meaning of that word anymore." He said, downing the last of the drink in his hand before setting down the empty can. It was a bit sad how serious he was about that.
The teen was instantly distracted when he saw the boxer come out again and his eyes followed him shamelessly. No one ever said he couldn't look after all. His arms were crossed over his when Bushido held his hand out to him. He pushed a few dreadlocks off his shoulder and pulled his hat back in place before he took it, nodding slightly. "That would be me," His eyes flashed over to Saad for a moment curiously. How much about him did he tell Bushido. But his eyes flashed back to Bushido only seconds later, catching the dangerous grin as he looked up under the brim of his hat. He smirked back at him. "You were really good in there, Bushido."