Mafia Children. Gay. O/O Closed.

Alaric thought about it for a moment, trying to remember any purple-haired kids he'd seen around. "Are you…" He began, "Junebug's kid?"

"Yeah, one and only." He said, surprised that he'd gotten it so easily.

He was taken back, and his surprise showed on his face. This was his dad's turf, and he had a lot of friends in empty alleyways that hated Junebug's people. And this kid didn't seem at all tough like his dad. "Really?" Junebug Lewis?" Alaric felt something different, he realized that he was talking to someone who had a similar understanding of what he'd been through. He took another drag of his dying cig, "Damn."

"yep" said Skye, "Didn't realize I'd wandered into another crime lord's territory." he said, seeming to relax.

Alaric laughed and was shocked by it. He hadn't properly laughed in a long time. "So what's the deal with you then?" He asked, curious, "Why are you out here?"

"Bored" he said, "I always sneak out every night, never wandered out this far before though."

"Hm, so this is like a normal thing for you? Late night food and criminal youth?" Alaric nodded and solemnly stubbed out his cigarette on the ashtray. "Yeah, me too."

(Sorry, someone finally came back after leaving abruptly, had to pause..)
"Actually I'm normally alone, and the food was impulsive." he said, "Though I'm always up late."

Alaric nodded understandingly. "I get it," He said, "I usually come here, It the only place I got, it's also empty, and the owner has old songs on there." He pointed to the beaten up jukebox in the corner, "Music's nice when you're alone."

"Music huh?" said Skye, "Which songs?" he asked, watching the other curiously after glancing over at the juke box.

(im just gonna name a few)
Alaric turned to the jukebox and began listing names, counting them off his fingers one by one. "Uh, they got best of Van Halen, Hendrix, Rolling Stones, Rick Astley, Metallica, and The Smiths." He laughed. "It's pretty new, but no one really ever uses it except me."

(I don't even know music XD But Skye's the type that would..)
Skye nodded, impressed, "Noice" he said, "What'd'ya think about listening to some tunes?"

Alaric turned to him, trying to see if this was some kind of setup. "What's you pick, child of Junebug?" he stood up and walked over to the jukebox, he turned around to face him.

Skye thought for a moment, "Lets go with Rolling Stones" he said after a moment.

"All right, then." Alaric nodded, turned to the jukebox, held on to both sides, and kicked the bottom of it hard. Music erupted immediately and he looked back at the stranger for approval. "This okay?" He said with another rare laugh.

Skye laughed, "I thought all you had to do was put a quarter in, not kick it!" he said.

Rick glanced at the sound of his laugh, it was light, and the expression his face took in amusement was a rare sight. He wondered if laughing was the same rarity to the stranger as it was to himself. He laughed too, "Didn't have a quarter on me."

Skye laughed again, "Fair enough" he said, grinning. Finally he paused, listening to the music before humming along.

Alaric hung his head and tried to hide his smile, he walked back and sat on his abandoned stool, he considered having another cigarette. "Smoke?" He asked, sliding his pack halfway.

"No thanks" said Skye, giving him a weak smile."Weird as it sounds that stuff never sit well with me."

"Mh, I hear ya." He nodded, "My mom used to smoke these ones, all the time." Alaric shook one out, "Dad would kill me if I smoked these at home. It's the smell."

"I don't blame him" said Skye wryly. "Not to be rude or anything but I have to agree with your father."

Alaric nodded thoughtfully, "He hates them cause they remind him of her. I saw it on his face." He clenched his jaw and stared down at the unlit one in his hands. Alaric tried to change the subject. "So what about you? Is Junebug Lewis butthurt too?"

"He can be, he always tries to use me in his threats" said Skye. "Though I get why, it's just annoying, like I have no life of my own."

"You have one out here." Alaric gestured out the windows into the dark night. "You got a life, free from him out there. You can meet whoever you want. Get into your own trouble."

"Ha ha I wish." said Skye, "He'll have the entire city swarmed with men if I'm not back by morning."

Morning. Alaric thought Oh my god, morning. He quietly glanced at the clock, it was later than he thought. He turned back to hi seriously, fidgeting with his own hands. "Yeah, um." He looked past him through the window. "How far are you, really, from your place? Dad's got early risers out here."

Skye thought for a moment, "Couple hours if I really book it" he said. "Listen I'm not scared of any crimelord's men, there's a reason my father uses me to threaten others." he said.

Alaric rested the side of his head on a supporting arm, then gestured the waitress to come over. "Yeah? And why's that?"

"Not telling" said Skye, his eyes turning hard, holding a glint of danger. "Just don't cross me"