Event Private Who needs cops?

Of course his search would lead to some seedy underground dive bar. Theo's expression lacked any signs of amusement at the sight before him. The inside was as disgusting as the outside. The fifteen year old was always under the impression that these types of places had their own sort of charm to them. This place smelled like cheap booze and unwashed ball sack. Just absolutely disgusting. His keen vision locking in on his target at the bar. He'd worked hard for this information. Theo wasn't leaving here empty handed either. Someone in here knew something.

He made a point of taking a seat next to his target. He was talking to a hooker. The guy reeked of loser, the jacket, the hair, that five o'clock shadow, he was gross. Definitely the type to hit on barely legal girls like he has something to offer. Theoretically he'd be an easy shake down, assuming things went as planned.

The bartender was eyeing him with a slight hint of dread. He probably recognized him from somewhere, and he knew. Theo in typical fashion opted to wave him over, "I'll take some Mott's Apple Juice on the rocks," he didn't even really want anything to drink, he just wanted to see if they'd do it.

His attention shifted to the man next to him. The peculiar order should have been enough to draw his attention at least for a brief moment. He'd play it like he was playing grown up in the bar. "So, these missing people, pretty crazy huh?" he asked it like he was a regular, like he belonged there. He could hear Simon and Alvin gagging in the corners of his mind. "Wonder what someone would kidnap that many people for..."

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Theo's lips curled into a grin as he listened to Chris' response. This was the kind of thing people who knew something would say. The victim blaming just showed his misplaced contempt and failed justification for it. He didn't like the looks he was getting from him. Don't you dare look down on me, he thought. The demon that sat down on the other side of him seemed to be after information on the disappearances as well. This was fine, forty people going missing meant a lot of people would be looking into it. This also meant someone's probing would probably also land them here at this bar.

Chris at least got enough of a sense of what was happening to at least try to leave. The mob prince had considered letting him get outside, but he made a mistake. Out of all the names Theodore had been called, champ was one of the few he couldn't stand. It hit him like some kind of racial slur. The young man had planned on maybe a few threats and a slight dash of violence before coming in. It was no less than what he had been doing. Now however, he was considering brutalizing this man, just make his life miserable until the day he dies.

"Alright, we're doing this the hard way then," he said through gritted teeth. He stood up quickly and moved to kick Chris in the side with somewhat restrained but still abnormal strength, enough to knock him off his feet.

"You don't get to condescend to me when you have to pay for pussy, you victim blaming fuck. When was the last time someone touched your dick and you didn't have to pay em or knock em the fuck out? You look like that kind of guy. Pussy.
Lucky for you, you get to spend the evening with me. My name isn't champ, sport, or buckaroo. It's Theodore Defan. I'm sure you've at least heard of my mother. And I've heard some loser who can't let his 1999 graduation go is fucking skulking around with information I want."

By this point Theo could see several patrons slowly getting up and clearing out, naturally not wanting anything to do with this. Three tendrils slid out from his lower back as he slipped on a pair of rather nice looking black gloves. "Now if worse comes to worse, we'll have to take a special trip to the doll house," he smiled the kind of smile only a creepy inhuman child could give. He'd almost forgotten about the demon who seemed to have a mutual interest. But he also figured, he'd join in on his own if he really had any questions.

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