Guys, please don't let Sanguine drink, he'll flirt with another boomer 99% of the time. Spoiled for possible length!
What’s the worst place for an accidental second meeting between two boomer criminals? A bar. Especially because Sanguine’s fucking drunk as hell.
“Oh, hey,” he slurred out as he spotted Roswell, and walked up to him like it was nobody’s business. “Didn’t, uh… Expect to see you here. What are you doing? Getting drunk, I suppose? Same.” He chuckled a little, taking a sip of the wine he had in his hand. “I was supposed to spend the night here with somebody I know, but alas… He couldn’t come tonight. He has his own personal reasons, and though I’m not happy that he couldn’t come, I love him, so I’m not gonna, you know, complain or anything…” He looked down a moment, thinking about Cyan and Topaz, then abruptly looked back up to Ros with a flirtatious smile. Oh God. Sanguine, don’t.
“You know, since they aren’t here, and they’d be chill with it anyway if they were… Have I ever told you that you look absolutely handsome? Maybe that’s just the wine talking, but fuck it, I’m too drunk to care. I uh… Think you look incredible, you know? Your clothes look great on you and shit. It makes you kinda look, uh, like a pirate. Which fits, since you are a thief and shit. You wear the look well.” He paused for another moment, this time to take a large bag of Doritos out of the backpack he had brought with him to munch on. After he ate a couple of those, he then continued, “Well, anyway, if you and you handsome pirate clothes would like to, I’d like to get to know you a little better, hm? So… Perhaps you would like to go to a restaurant or some shit with me? Don’t worry, I’ll pay for everything. If not, that’s cool! I'm not gonna force you to do anything. I forget that, uh, monogamous people exist sometimes, and I don’t exactly know if you’re in a relationship… Or at least, I can’t remember. Well, fuck it. If that’s the case… You can always tell me about your relationships, hmm? I love a nice love story, and fuck, it shows.” He then turned his attention to the bag of chips, and then muttered with a full mouth, “On a different note, how’s business?”
Sanguine rambles about morality and love for 787 words. Spoiled for length!
Really, Sanguine didn’t exactly need any opinions on his choice of dress. It wasn’t like he actually cared. He knew he looked great, and even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t change a thing. Nevertheless, that was what he had decided to change the conversation to, mainly because he worried that the main thing making Brown tense was that he mainly discussed murder around her. He didn’t know what else it could be at this point, so he may as well figure out if discussing more general topics helps with that.
Nevertheless, he stayed completely silent as Brown talked, only nodding along to show that he was listening and invested in the conversation. He didn’t want it to seem like he was interrupting, so he waited until he was absolutely sure that she was ready for him to respond, even though he had many, many things he wanted to say.
And finally, once she finished her part of the discussion off by telling him to be glad that she hadn’t gotten her bird to rip his face off long ago, he replied, “I am glad, don’t worry. And I will take that as a compliment, thank you! Now, about everything you just said… I am quite dapper, I do agree. And respectable, like you said. Sometimes pretentious, but I try not to be an ass most of the time. And frankly, I don’t believe that it shows as little as you claim. Informal clothing are for business related reasons, so wearing one outside of work means that you mean business, or are a rich corporate mogul like I am. But beyond that, it doesn’t really have any real personality attached to it. That’s the beauty of it, you see? And even if all that doesn’t matter, I think suits look amazing on people anyway. They may be ‘bourgeois’, as you call it, but they’re sure as hell attractive.”
He chuckled a bit, before continuing, “But that’s not to say I always wear suits. I tend to dress a lot more casually when I’m just at home, because only my husbands and my brother-in-law are there, so I can wear a band T-shirt that hardly fits or PJ’s if I wanted to. That asides, though… My style of dress isn’t what influences it, but we all certainly do have our secrets, hm? If The Company has taught me anything, it’s that I wouldn’t be so shocked, even if you weren’t as infamous. If pressed enough or given enough reason, anyone will kill. Even a worm will turn, you see? Someone I knew as a little baby joined somewhat recently, and though I was surprised, I could see many things in his life that would bring him to the point that he would kill just for a quick buck. That’s just one example. I could give you at least 10 more, one for each member. And you know what? I am a new type of man and prick, I believe. Everyone is their own brutal monster at heart, Brown. Nobody is truly good. Nobody is truly bad, in fact. Morals are just a man-made concept that people made for the purpose of forcing people into a belief system, and they don’t truly matter. That’s not to say I have my own, though mine is different than most. I believe love is God, and that as long as you have someone you love to weather through the storms, nothing truly matters. There is no good or bad, just feelings and concepts, and I, personally, believe love is one of the strongest and most important. Being stuck in a spot where nobody loves you is painful. I’m not just talking about romantically, either. There’s so many types of love. Romantic love, platonic love, familial love, self-love... Anyone can love anybody in any way, and that is beautiful in and of itself. Without any of that love, people break. It’s part of why I go out of my way to try and be kind to most, you know? It’s amazing what a little love and kindness can do to change someone’s life. And with all that in mind, I’m not what most people would consider ‘good’, either. I am power-hungry and a bit of an egotist, despite my kindness. I put myself and those I love first, people I personally know second, and people I have not, and likely will never meet, third. If I cared about that last group, The Company wouldn’t exist. That isn’t to say I don’t care about you, though. Does that make any sense to you, or is that a bit too much to process? I don’t blame you if it is, I did say quite a bit.”