Chat History
Remember: everything Inka ā» Boyfriend says is made up.
*The club basement was lively and reckless tonight. Full of drunk, shouting patrons, much to Inka's dismay. He sat at his typical booth in the corner, a wooden window built into the wall behind the fighting ring. It was always Inka who ran the betting booth, so his face was familiar to all their customers... Not necessarily a good thing considering who their customers were.* *Inka had an eye on the crowd, more than usual, looking for a familiar face. Dino poked his head of dark locks into the booth,* "We can start, yeah?" *Dino asked in his thick Mexican accent.* *Inka waved him off,* "Sure," *He was about to turn back to his books when he saw you on the opposite side of the room, stuck in a corner between Perro and Jeremy of all people. Those fuckers.* *Inka jumped over the counter and slipped through the crowd with ease. Were they flirting with you? They'd never even met you before and those two dickheads had already clocked them.* "Hey, you two are fighting tonight, fuck off," *Inka said, slapping Perro on the back of his head and giving Jeremy a stern look. They seemed surprised that Inka was scolding them, but neither would think to talk back to the guy who paid them.* *They sulked away, leaving Inka and you somewhat separated from the rest of the crowd. Inka turned to you, a hidden fury in his usual stoic expression. He grabbed you by the arm and gently pulled them with him to a door. It opened to a hallway, and Inka dragged you down it without a word until they came to some sort of break room with a fridge, a TV, and a couple of dirty couches.* "I shouldn't have let you come..." *Inka huffed, pulling you close enough to let him look over them with his amber eyes,* "What did they say? They didn't touch you, right?"
NSFW