get your game on mate!

Rumors - A.I.

Hockey!Ashton :D
@sweetvengeancee THIS IS FOR YOU! I HOPE I DID THIS JUSTICE!

“You’re fucking joking, right?” y/n asked Ashton as he watched her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Do I look like I’m joking? he questioned back as she turned off the stove in the small off campus apartment he shared with his teammate, Calum who was probably being disturbed from his pregame slumber. “There’s pictures to fucking prove it.”

“When would I fucking have time to cheat on you, Ashton? When I’m not with you, I’m in class. If I’m not in class, I’m doing fucking school work. Oh, and on top of that, we’ve been together for over a year. What in the fucking world would posses me to fucking sleep with someone else, Ash?”

“I don’t know, y/n. You tell me!” he yelled back to her as he slammed a hand on the table. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Ashton. You can’t be serious right now?” He glared at her clearly not letting up anytime soon as she scoffed, grabbing her jacket from the chair before grabbing her backpack. “Good luck at your game tonight, Irwin.” She trudged to the door, slamming it behind her as Ashton took a deep sigh removing himself from the kitchen where the smell of her cooking lingered as Calum came out of his room in sweatpants, a distraught look on his face.

“What the fuck just happened?” he questioned as Ashton pulled out his phone going towards his most recent messages with an unknown number and pulling up the photos of his girlfriend with another dude. “You can’t be serious.”

“This is seriously the last thing I need right now,” Ashton mumbled before heading to his room to change into something nice for the walk over to the rink, demands from his hockey coach.

The two hours before the game were probably the most nerve wrecking. He hadn’t been this nervous and nauseous in over a year, usually having y/n to calm him down before the game, but between this being the semifinals and the fact he had found that his girlfriend just cheated on him, he couldn’t think straight.

“Irwin, you alright?” Luke asked walking up to him as he taped his hands, ready to slip them into his goalie gloves.

“Not even close,” Ash mumbled back forcing himself to take a bite of the granola bar in front of him before taking a sip of powerade. He hadn’t eaten before he left, leaving y/n’s food to become cold on his stove.

“Well, I need you get your head in the game, mate. You’re our best forward. Don’t get too far into your head.” he nodded at Luke’s words, standing up and grabbing his stick ready to head onto the rink. His eyes instantly rested on the guy he recognized from the picture in a red uniform that contrasted his white.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered to himself throwing on his helmet, taking the ice. The warmup dragged on, soon resulting in the captains making their way to the center of the ice, Ashton for his team as well as a masked member of the other team, instantly being told to shake the others hand. The way the guy’s eyes shone through his helmet had Ashton even more nervous than before. There was something about them that was off, and Ash didn’t like it.

~

For the most part, the first period of the game went by with no problems. The game was scoreless at the start of the second period, but halfway through, the other captain had started getting physical with Ashton.

“What’s your problem, mate?” Ashton asked after being checked for the third time when he didn’t have the puck.

“I hope, y/n sucks cock better than when I dated her,” he said before skating off towards his end of the ice to attempt to score, Ashton not bothering to move as the words registered in his head. He shook it off trying to regain focus as the puck made its way towards him, quickly gaining control as he headed towards the opposing teams net, only to be illegally checked once again into the glass. “God I miss that pussy.”

“Fuck off,” Ashton said pushing the kid off of him going back after the puck. When another member of his team held it at the half, he was satisfied staying where he was waiting for the opportunity to try to get himself open for a shot.

“She felt so good wrapped around my dick.” At that last statement Ashton had dropped his stick, turning to hit the kid into the glass behind him, pulling off his helmet sending a shot right to his jaw. The kid retaliated hitting Ashton with his stick, ready to throw a punch as each team went to hold the two boys back as the ref sent them both to the penalty box, as well as a suspension from the rest of the second period.

Y/f/n was in the stands with a group of their shared friends watching in horror as Ashton and her ex boyfriend were forced off the ice, calling her instantly hoping she wasn’t still sulking in her room. She answered on the second ring knowing something was up if she was calling her while at the hockey game.

“Is Ashton okay?” were the first words through the receiver as y/n hesitated to answer.

“Brett hit him good…and they were both just ejected from the game for the rest of the period,” y/f/n said as people started hitting on the glass yelling at the ref for missing the first three illegal checks.

“Wait, Brett’s there? They’re playing Northwestern?” she asked, the sound of shuffling coming y/n’s end. “I’m pretty sure I know why Ashton yelled at me earlier. Brett probably still has pictures of us on his phone that he sent to Ashton to get in his head before the game.”

“Well, it worked, because without Ashton, we’re probably fucked,” y/f/n said back hearing y/n’s keys in the background. “Are you coming?”

“Of course I’m coming. Ashton’s not blowing this god damn game because Brett a pussy. I’ll be there in twenty.” By time she had gotten there, the horn signaling the end of the second period has just blew, both teams starting to retreat to the locker room as y/n caught Calum’s eye, running over quickly to the scowling Maori boy.

“Oi, y/n, you shouldn’t be here,” Calum said with a frown on his face as she huffed trying to catch her breath. The underarmour long sleeve she had under Ashton’s away jersey was too much causing her to sweat, but she knew it would have the reverse affect if she took it off in the freezing arena.

“Calum, I need to talk to Ashton, now,” she said running a hand through her hair.

“I really think you’ve done enough for today,” he fought back getting ready to walk away.

“I know about the pictures. My ex is on Northwestern. He’s the guy that Ashton punched. I bet you he sent the pictures of when we were dating to Ashton to piss him off, and it worked. I wouldn’t cheat on him, Cal, I love him. Now, either you can tell him that, or tell him to get his ass out here after he gets his ear chewed off by your coach for getting ejected,” she responded quickly as Calum raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Wait a minute, you love him?” he asked, a smug smirk on his face as she rolled her eyes, confessing her love for Ashton for the first time to his best friend was not the way you had planned on telling him, but she was quickly running out of options.

“Calum!” she yelled hitting him causing him to laugh.

“I’ll let him know about his girlfriend’s affections. Go find y/f/n, Michael, and Michaela. He’s going to need to make sure you stayed.” She nodded before running off to find her two best friends who had settled in at the half.

“Did you catch Ashton?” Michaela, Luke’s girlfriend asked as Michael sat with his arms across his chest, snap back rested on top of his head backwards. He was the only one of his friend in his group of four that didn’t play hockey, settling for baseball instead.

“Nope. Cal’s helping me out. I explained the situation. Now, let’s hope Ashton’s stubborn ass believes it,” she mumbled back waiting for the timer on the clock to run out so the third period would start.

“He’d be stupid not to. He’s had you wrapped around his finger for a year. He’d be dumb to think you’d sleep with another guy,” Michael chimed in causing her to smile slightly. At the two minute mark, the two teams made their way out of the locker room, Ashton and Calum being the last two walking the slowest, both boys deep in conversation as Ashton’s eyes flickered towards the stands moving to the area that she usually sat in making eye contact. He looked back to Calum nodding his head before slipping his helmet on ready to take the ice, clearly seeing Brett had also made his way back onto the ice. When the horn finally went off, Ash made his way to the large circle at half ready for the start of the third, Brett making his way in front of him, a visible smirk being seen through the mask.

“Hope I didn’t upset you, princess,” he teased as Ashton kept his mouth quiet, focusing on the puck being dropped as he went in scooping it to the side, passing it to Calum who made his way down the ice, Ashton making his way to the other side ready for a pass behind the net from Calum, skating behind the net as Calum positioned him in front of the net, backing up as Ashton passed the puck once again, only to get it right back for a slap shot into the back of the opposing net causing the arena to erupt into cheers with a score of 1-0, Ashton scoring the only goal of the game.

~

“I’ll see you back at the apartment, alright?” y/n asked y/f/n who shook her head giggling slightly. “No?”

“You aren’t going to want to come back, trust me,” she giggled causing y/n to roll her eyes at the thought of hearing her best friend and Calum have sex. “Good luck with Ash, babe.”

“Don’t choke on Calum’s dick, babe,” she responded earning the middle finger as she walked away not bothering to wait for Calum who would make his way there when he did. Y/n didn’t have to wait long for Ashton who came barreling out of the locker room, clearly having skipped his shower trying to make sure he didn’t miss y/n. He loved the way she looked in his jersey, wanting nothing in that moment to have her wearing nothing but that jersey in his bed. “Ash.”

“Baby girl,” he said grabbing her hips pressing a kiss to her lips softly, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

“I should be the one apologizing for my sorry excuse of an ex,” she said back kissing him again as her arms wrapped around his neck. “I love you so much.” he chuckled slightly pulling his head away from her.

“I know. You told Calum apparently. Nice to know I had to hear from my best friend that my girlfriend loves me.”

“Hey there, buddy. You were pissed at me and I was not going to be responsible for the loss of this game,” she teased poking at his chest with a smile on his face.

“If it helps, I love you too.” She smiled at his statement nodding her head as she grabbed at his hands. “Now that that’s out of the way…makeup sex?”

You know, when you’re playing Skyrim every now and then you can end up meeting/talking to a God or Goddess and in order to get some mystical perk, some cool weapon, a neat piece of armour and yada yada you have to agree to their terms. These terms can space between creepy to PRETTY FUCKING BAD (like sacrificing a friend of yours on a spooky altar) most of the time, but you don’t care ‘cause you want divine presents (it’s the truth, don’t judge me).

So, of course, I was expecting some freaky request from lady Nocturnal too when I was doing the whole Guild of Thieves trip of quests. I was already expecting some nasty demand of hers and do you know what she wanted? She wanted me to guard her stupid sanctuary if it ever occurs.

To. Guard. Her. Stupid. Sanctuary.

Nocturnal. Noc. Nocty Noc. My boo. I’d do that out of selfless generosity. Out of the good of my heart. I’d do it whenever without you giving me anything in return. If you wanna go out to walk your dog, I’m gonna guard that shit, you hear me? If you want to go on a vacation with your lover, I’m gonna hunt down whoever tries to steal the silver service, do you understand? That’s NOT a damn holy request in exchange of very cool powers!!!! It ain’t, Nocty Noc, my boo!!!! That’s just common decency!!!! Ask me to burn a village for you!!!! Ask me to cut a hand for you, give up my soul for you!!!! Ask me to kill another God for you!!!! That’s a request!!!!! Not looking after a bunch of sculpted rocks!!!!! Get your head in the game, mate, the fuck are you doing??!!

Requested Brett Talbot imagine by anon

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Imagine…

The game is nearly over and it is now down to the last few minutes, both Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills are full of adrenaline, their hot breath forming steam overhead. All around you on the stands students are holding up signs in support of their school. Some a little bit more extreme than others. You look up onto the field to see his gaze quickly divert back from you onto his clothing. That was the third time you had caught his gaze wandering in your direction, he wasn’t trying to hide his obvious attraction. “Mate come on you have to get your mind back into the game, stop staring.” One of his team mates called as he clapped Brett on the shoulder.

“She is beautiful, do you think I stand a chance?” Brett spoke, his gaze still held onto you.

“She is from Beacon Hills.” His team mate spoke in disgust.

“But she is beautiful.” Brett repeated, partially whispering to himself, watching your beautiful smile as you beam at one of your friends, engrossed in discussion. He resolved to talk to you after the game, to put everything into these last few minutes so he would finally get to speak with you. 

anonymous asked:

Omegaverse with Mukkun's s/o having her first heat? I really want to read omegaverse right now and if you have any other omegaverse stories I can can read will you please give me a link?

Hello Anon, I have this Here if you’d like to read it. I haven’t written much for the AU yet, but might I recommend Kurokonoaskuburogu, amoralyn, and basketballbakas? They also write omegaverse and produce amazing work if you’d like to read what they have to offer. 

“_____-chin should go home,” Atsushi grumbled as he tottled after you, his large figure looming worriedly over you. Waving off his concerns, you simply patted his shoulder and told him that you would be fine. Your mate wasn’t very protective, more possessive by nature than anything else. You ranked high on his list of valuables, even beating out sweets and naps by margin. 

Atsushi could be clingy, you found, and it was often comical. Luckily, you enjoyed his smotheringly childish affection and the way he’d gently poke the random sweet at your lips in an instinctual attempt to keep you well nourished during the school day. Unfortunately, his idea of nourishment included deep fried or sugarcoated morsels. For the last week he had been trying to get you to eat much more often, shoving cookies by the dozens and umaibo by the handful at you until you had to stop accepting his offers.  

That led to lots of grumbling on his end and a lot of reassuring kissies from you that yes, you loved him and no, he was not failing at keeping you well fed. 

The craziness seemed to continue even now with him trailing after you like a puppy, the tapping of your shoes was ever followed by the lazy dragging of his across the floor. “Atsushi, I’ll be fine,” you reassure for the umpteenth time that afternoon. “Please let me run my errands in peace.”

Another grumpy pout crossed his lips. 

You sighed and reached upwards for his face. Automatically, he leaned down so you could place your hand on his cheeks and pull him in for a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. A small smile broke the scowl. “I’ll stop by and watch your practice afterwards and then we can walk home, okay? You have a match coming up soon and need to go, remember?”

He mulled over your words for a little before nodding his head. Turning around, he waved at you over his shoulder, “I’ll be waiting for you _____-chin~”

You smiled at his lazy voice and continued onward with the stack of papers you had been carrying, noticing with a small smile the gumdrop he had placed hopefully upon it. 

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#119 Frat boy AU part two
  • Niall: When Niall invited you to this party, this is the last thing you expected. Not only was the house completely trashed but you could barely hear your own thoughts over the blaring music. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen, there were so many people here, but you were looking for one person. You smiled when a blonde head of hair popped out in the crowd. Cup loosely in his hand, sunglasses nicely resting on the bridge of his nose. Laughing with another boy. The other boy looked at you then looked at Niall, smirked, and left, just like that. You squirmed through multiple people trying to get to him until you saw his hand reach through the crowd. You hesitantly took it, falling into his chest as he pulled you. His voice echoing giggles, keeping his drink above his head so he didn't spill it. "I didn't think you'd come."
  • Harry: "This is getting boring mate," Harry hummed into your shoulder. Throughout the game, you ended up in Harry's lap, with his head stuffed deep into your neck. Occasionally placing kisses there, his lip ring cold against your warm skin. "Yeah," Someone agreed but you couldn't see who it was because there were about fifty people in the circle with joints hanging out of their mouths. It was quiet for a minute, some people coming in and out of sleep after many drinks and some were just shooting down shots to pass the time. "Suck and blow." A girl practically demanded beside you, before a chorus of yes erupted from the crowd. "I don't know." Harry uttered. "Oi, Styles relax." You felt his breath spread around your skin, scooting you out of his lap and putting him on his left. "Let's make it interesting, (y/n) get on Harry's right." You nodded, crawling over to his right. Surrounded by boys. You saw harry tense but rather than saying something he wrapped his arm around your waist. The paper went around the circle before it was the boy next to you. You had the paper but he stopped sucking, his lips attached to yours for only seconds. Before Harry jumped on the boy who's lips tasted of bile.
  • Louis: He stayed in the bed for a few minutes, waiting for you to come back and crawl back in bed. He's such a dick and you were so nice, agreeing to go to his party with him but all he could think about was how those jeans complemented your ass and damn, he couldn't help himself. He was only being so mean, because - as sappy as this sounds - you weren't like every other girl, you promised no strings but he felt some tugging on his heart. He couldn't believe himself as he was untangling himself from the covers that were heavy against his clammy skin. He pulled some sweats on and ran out of his room. "Have you seen, (y/n)?" He asked, once he saw Niall, hovering over the fridge. The blonde boy nodded, almost hesitantly, making Louis more suspicious. Cheese dangled from Niall's mouth, "She went with Tom." He said sincerely, Louis mind went blank. Tom? Tom? "Where?" He yelled, grabbing his friend by the shoulders. "Where did they go?" "His place." He muttered. Louis, then ran out of his apartment, not caring he was half naked, you were the only thing on his mind.
  • Zayn: He knocked the joint from your hands after one huff, the smell was toxic and the taste made you want to puke. "What was that for?" You yelled, pushing Zayn back from you. His eyes widened, a smug look taking over his features. His voice was sarcastic and slowly slurred from a few drinks as he whispered, "I'm trying to be a good boyfriend." You bit down on your lips furious at his attitude. Sure, his efforts were somewhat comforting but is trying to protect you from everything necessary? "A good boyfriend doesn't protect his girlfriend from everything." You snarled, he chuckled against your ear. "Then I'll stop. You have fun." He was mad too, even though he held a smile you could sense the edge in his voice. Before you could protest he was already walking away, leaving you with the random person who gave you the joint.
  • Liam: The boy slithered from his spot on the counter, placing his hands on either side of you, trapping you between his legs. "What a pretty girl." He sputtered, taking his pointer finger and dragging it across your cheek bone. "I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind if I borrowed you." He chuckled, sticking one of his legs in between your thighs. You struggled around him. He sighed in content, moving his hands from the counter to your wrist pinning you agains the hard surface. "Silly, girl." Tears sprung to your eyes. Liam no where in sight and the room was fuzzing in and out of your vision. His lips attacked yours suddenly, making you scream in pain. "No ones going to here, the musics too loud." He snarled, moving his lips to your neck. You paused for a second before starting to scream again, hoping that someone would walk through the kitchen doors and get this perve off. "Shut up." He yelled, revving his hand back and connecting it to your face, the sting unbearable and only causing you to cry harder. "Never touch my girlfriend again." A dark voice said behind him, relieved that Liam had come to your rescue.
Jealousy

Aaron and Robert were both equally shocked that Robert had been persuaded to return to Bar West. Aaron had been completely sure after the last time that the older man would never set foot in the place again. Which he admittedly thought was ridiculous, it was just a bar. But then again, back in the early days before he came out, Aaron had the same sort of attitude. He freaked out when he first went into the bar, and had done a runner quickly enough. So he couldn’t really blame, or hold it against, Robert, for having a similar kind of reaction. He was glad that he’d agreed to return though. Because at least here they could act ‘normal’. They could talk without it seeming weird, or being questioned by nosy neighbours.

The two  men walked into the bar, and Aaron instructed Robert to find them a table while he got the drinks in. The older man shook his head, “nah, my treat this time, you bought them last time. Won’t be long,” he said, turning his back and heading to the bar. Aaron watched him go with eyebrows raised, this was a turn up for the books, that was just another thing his companion wouldn’t have done last time, gone near the bar and actually had to communicate with any of 'them’.

Aaron found them a table and got situated on a stool while he waited for Robert to return with their  drinks. He looked around the bar, not seeing anyone he recognised. Then again, he never really had friends here, mostly he’d come here with Jackson, he hadn’t been bothered about anyone else. You did get to recognise faces though. He looked up when a bottle was set in front of him, nodding his thanks to Robert before taking a gulp from the bottle. “So what’s up with you that you decided to come back here?” Aaron eventually asked after a few moments.

“Who says anything’s wrong? Can’t a guy just fancy a drink?”

Aaron rolled his eyes, shaking his head before replying, “last time I brought you here, you looked like you were gonna kick my head in, then you left in a huff. This time you’re driving and we end up back here. Something must be up.”

“Nothing’s up, alright?” Robert snapped back in annoyance, “for God’s sake, I fancied a drink, somewhere out the road of the village, this was the first place I thought of. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sure it doesn’t,” the younger man retorted, earning him a glare, to which he only shrugged. “So why so desperate to get away then? Trouble with the missus?”

“Leave Chrissie out of this,” Robert shot back at him, his face flushed with annoyance. “I didn’t come here to talk about her.”

“Then what are we here to talk about?” Aaron asked him, “because I think I know you well enough by now to know you’re not just after the pleasure of my company. So spill it.”

Huffing loudly, Robert took a long drink from his bottle before looking at Aaron with a glare, “can’t I just want to hang out with you?” he snapped, “Is it really that hard to fathom that maybe, just maybe, I don’t always hate your company.”

Aaron snorted, “Mate the only time you like my company is when your horny, and since obviously we’re not going to be doing that in a pub, there must be something else going on.”

“Well there isn’t, alright?” the older man just shook his head again, the anger was clear now, God, he made an effort, and look where it got him. Absolutely nowhere. Why did he bother? “Look, let’s just go, this is pointless.”

“No, look, i’m sorry,” Aaron said with a deep sigh, looking genuinely apologetic. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions, I just assumed… Look, i’ll go get another round in, right? We’ll start  this over.” Without waiting for an answer, he got up and headed for the bar. Not looking back to see the scowl on Robert’s face as he went. Not that it would have been a new look or anything anyway.

At the bar, waiting to be served, he turned around, looking out across the room. He frowned when he looked in the direction of their table and saw that his empty seat had been occupied. He watched on as a tall, dark haired, undeniably attractive man, leaned across the table to Robert, saying something that made him laugh. Aaron didn’t like the twinge he felt at seeing that. He continued to watch for a moment even after paying for their drinks and grabbing the bottles. Robert and his new 'friend’ seemed to be getting on well, and the bloke was inching closer to Robert with every passing minute.

Was this a joke? Surely the guy had seen him and Robert come in together? Sitting together and drinking? Then the second his back was turned, he was swanning in there and trying it on? Not bloody likely. Swigging from his bottle, he walked back over to the table and set Robert’s bottle down in front of him, keeping hold of his own while he stood behind Robert.

“Everything okay here?” he asked, giving the stranger a look that pretty much warned him to get lost.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Robert nodded, “Joe was just introducing himself” he explained. If Aaron had been paying attention, he’d have seen the slight smirk of Robert’s face, but his attention was completely on this Joe bloke.


“Oh right, well now you’ve done that, you can go,” Aaron told the man.

“Now why would I want to do that? I haven’t given Robert my number yet,” he grinned, leaning in and placing a hand on Robert’s arm, “and I think this is a conversation that should definitely be continued at a later date.”

Aaron saw the slight flinch when 'Joe’ placed his hand on Robert’s arm, but the other man had clearly fought to hide it as much as he could. “Yeah well, I think it’s over now. So do one,” he told him, sounding even more serious this time. “I’m not playing games, mate, get lost.”

“He your boyfriend or summat?” Joe asked, and before Aaron could answer, Robert did it for him, because it was instinct to deny it.

“No, no, not his boyfriend.”

“Then I don’t see what the problem is,” the third man looked back at Aaron, “maybe you’re the one who should get lost.”

Stepping forward, Aaron got in his face a bit, “I’m warning you,” he said menacingly. He clenched and unclenched his fists, looking between Robert and the stranger who had gotten between them.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” the man asked, “you gonna hit me?”

“You’re not worth it,” Aaron sneered, turning to Robert, “come on, we’re going. Now.” He didn’t wait for an answer, he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. He vaguely heard Joe call something behind him but he was too angry, and in too much of a hurry to get out of there to pay much attention.

After walking a few yards down the street, he turned and glared at Robert, “think you’re smart do you?”

“Well I do actually, yeah,” he nodded, “my brains seem to have done well for me so far, but something tells me that’s not what you meant.”

Aaron stalked towards him, getting in his face, “what did you think you were doing back there?”

“What? Jealous were you?” Robert replied, throwing Aaron’s words from weeks earlier back at him. Which only angered the other man more. He stormed up a side alley, and waited to be followed. Turning after a moment.

“You know what? You’re a dickhead,” he snapped, “is that why you came back here? So you could get back at me for Finn? You’re pathetic.”

“No, you’re pathetic,” Robert spat, “I didn’t have to go looking for someone to try and make you jealous. They came to me. You had to use the only other gay in the village to get at me.”

“Yeah and it worked didn’t it?”

“Yeah well you don’t exactly like when the shoe’s on the other foot, do ya?” Robert sneered.

“I’m warning you,” Aaron said as he got closer to him, “don’t try and make a prat of me, because I swear, i’ll deck ya. You’re not gonna make an idiot of me with  other blokes.”

“Like you did with me, you mean?” Robert asked.

“Everyone thinks you’re straight remember,” Aaron pointed out, “so I might have pissed you off, but I didn’t make a fool of you.”

“Pissing me off was bad enough,” he shot back.

“Yeah well now we’re even. But i’m not joking, Robert,” he said, “don't  do it again. You might ignore me, and  act like I don’t exist in the Woolpack, but here, when we’re here together, you’re with me. You’re mine. You don’t make me look like a twat. Got it?” His voice was laced with anger, but also something more. Like  he needed  some assurance from Robert that there was something more there.

“Yeah well, if you want to make that deal, you don’t bring other guys around just to try and get at me, alright?”

Aaron nodded in agreement.

“Alright, good,” Robert gave a nod of his own. “Now, your place or mine?”