dirty details~ (o/o) (not for the young’uns)

Lonnie wasn’t entirely sure about the details of the moments before he was circled and put on trial, in the middle of a party that had seemed to be going pretty well no less. Anxiety pricked at the backs of his arms and neck. The little hairs rising there, and the dank scent of sweat he could smell. Whether from himself or the general odor of human bodies trapped inside a warm building he wasn’t sure, but it was very off putting nonetheless.
He stood, staring right back at the boss with as hopefully intimidating defensive position as he could muster in himself, while his skinny self was probably laughably pitiful compared to the men surrounding him. No matter how hard he clenched his fists or ground his feet in his shoes.
“I’ll give you two reasons,” he retorted despite the obvious waver in his voice. He wasn’t so used to confrontation like this. “One, I’m not a rat. Whatever you heard about me is probably to cover somebody else’s ass. And two…” What was the second? “Two, if you kill me it’s one less loyal man on your side, right? The other guys out there aren’t gonna think I’m special, I look like nothing, but you—“ he pointed his finger at Adrien—“you know I’m valuable, hm? I’m on your, side, boss!” He ended up just rambling at that point, hoping that he said something, anything to save himself with the skin of his teeth. While he was lying through his teeth, sort of. “I swear on my life.”

(No worries! I don’t mind short responses)

Lonni stiffened when he saw the revolver pulled out of Adrien’s pocket, and subsequently loaded. He eyed the weapon warily while the man spoke, the words striking him with as much concern as what Adrien held in his hand. He didn’t particularly want to die either way. Although he supposed this was a ‘damned if you don’t, damned if you do’ sort of situation that needed to be handled carefully. He swallowed, mustering up the courage to say, “If you must, just…make it quick and painless as possible.” He couldn’t keep the tremble from his voice, but he hoped he was convincing enough.

Lonnie snapped his attention to Ares, confusion first, and then curiosity. He’d seen the boy around but hadn’t ever truly interacted. Nevertheless he was grateful for the distraction that likely saved his life. Adrien didn’t appear to him like someone who’d show him mercy, no matter how convincing he edged his tone. He tensed as Ares knelt beside him, and then even more when he touched him. He wasn’t against playing a part, but worthless cockroach?
Lonnie narrowed his gaze and tilted his head closer to Ares when he spoke. He responded with an answer to a question that wasn’t asked, but one that could hopefully be easily explained away by any eavesdroppers. “I should thank you, I suppose,” he mumbled, but what he really wanted to ask was ‘What are you planning?’

“I didn’t rat anyone out,” Lonnie answered with his eyebrows inching closer together. Unless of course telling his client little bits of information about the gang he learned along the way counted as ratting. He’d thought he’d been careful enough, or at the very least careful enough to last nearly a year. He walked faster and jerked his shoulder away, just as particular about not wanting to be touched by the man who seemed disgusted by touching him.
Lonnie sidestepped, adjusting his coat, and looked over his shoulder at the man. Lonnie hesitated for another long moment before speaking again. “My job relies heavily on client confidentiality,” he said.