"Oh," Nala blinked, a slow movement as she eyed the small cylinder offered in the stranger’s hands before taking it. “Thanks, uh…?" She muttered with a quick smile. Hitching up the strap of her bag, the blonde dropped it into its bowels. She turned to eye the stranger warily, knowing in a instant that he wasn’t from the Hallows - all the slaves there seemed to know each other, recognise the slight hauntedness in them that they too held themselves.
Shane smiled shyly at the beautiful young woman as she took the tube, his dark gaze meeting hers as he quickly supplied “Oh, I’m Shane. Shane Lost. I was just heading home..” He ran a hand through his messy curls, not sure what he should say before he blurted “Are you from the Hallows? I live nearby…my boss just wanted me close to work so I live in Corona even though I’m just a slave too.”
"I’m just saying. It might work switching things up or not. I don’t know. Obviously you know way more about this sort of thing. I’ve never been on a date." Peter shrugged his shoulders as he grabbed onto a glass and drank down the shoot. “You seem to be doing fine with me right now. Even if you are obviously really drunk." He reached out a hand to steady Shane and gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I’m not scared of that old Hook just because he’s a master. I’ve constantly done stuff to him. Thanks, not a lot of people see it like that."
Shane’s eyes widened in surprise “Nevver been onadate?! Seriously?! Iwouldn’thave guessed.” He laughed brightly, though refused the next drink that was offered him. He might be totally out of it, but he knew his limit. “That’s cause I’m reallyreally drunk. Normally meplustalking equals horrible.” Shane shrugged awkwardly, but smiled again at Peter’s words. “Aren’t you scared of him beating you or something? He is a Master and you the slave after all..”
Nala clutched her handbag under her arm as her heels echoed against the ground that led out of the Hallows. Her shoulders were hunched, her body tense as she moved, unease prickling her skin as it always did when she had to make her way out of the Hallows. The slave hated her home, hated the Hallows with a passion. But as she moved towards the town centre for work, she found that the tension in her body didn’t ease. It never really did. With a soft sigh, she began her way towards the Watering Hole to start her shift, only for a voice to make her pause.
Shane was heading home from work in that early morning, yawning tiredly as he moved towards his crappy apartment. It was small and tiny, but it was better than the Hallows. Made him a less accessible slave here. As he stepped lightly over the street, a young woman passed by him and as she did, something small bounced out of her tightly gripped bag. While he felt like hell, and would’ve rather passed out in the street right then, he was still a nice guy and bent to pick it up. “Miss?”
When she turned, Shane approached and offered her the lipstick with a soft smile. “This fell out of your purse.”
"Well, maybe you’re going for the wrong girls. or the wrong gender. Or something. I have no flipping cool because I don’t get the whole flirting thing. I couldn’t flirt to save my life," he admitted with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “But hey, it’s bound to work some day on someone. Keep trying." At the question about his pranks, Peter’s eyes lit up happily. “Well, recently I put a bucket filled with water over the door to Hook’s office. So when he opened it, he got soaked in water. It was priceless and worth the extra hours of work."
"Wrong gender? Are you kidding? The ladies are where it’s at." Downing another shot, Shane looked at the other man blearily. "Flirting is sohaard!!! I can get a girl into bed at the club, but talking…I’m just too quietshyandawkward." He shrugged, swaying a little before he leaned on the bar more. Listening to him talk about his pranks, Shane got excited, loving that sort of stuff. "Seriously?! You did that to one ofthemasters?! I like yournerve man! That’s awesome."
It was really hard to keep from laughing when Shane’s speech was so slurred. It was a bit difficult understanding just what he was saying, but Peter got enough out of it. He was laughing again; a real laugh for the first time in a very long while. “You really can’t score a woman?” That only made him laugh even more. “You know, maybe you’re trying a little too hard to score someone. I mean, I wouldn’t know much about it, but hey, you might be.” Slowly a mischievous grin began to spread across his lips. “Pranks. Especially on that old Hook.”
"No! They thinkI’m weird and awkard’cause I can’t ever thinkofsomething to say, and thenI get all shy and weird and thenthey laugh. It’s not a pleasantexperience." Shane nodded sadly, though Peter’s idea was a good one. Maybe he was just too pathetic that women couldn’t want him. "Mayybe. but youdo prankkss? That sounds funn! What have you donerecently?"
Peter’s smile widened when his joking offer was actually taking. Really, he had just been messing around, but a free drink sounded like the perfect thing after his long day. He let himself be led off to the bar and made himself comfortable on one of the seats, his eyes trained on the other male. “Drunken stripperslave?” He asked with a small chuckle. “Sounds like you know how to have a lot of fun. Peter Pan. Superb bus boy for The Jolly Roger and slave. Can’t say my job’s too fun, but I make up for that with my own fun.”
Smiling at the other man’s laugh, Shane just shrugged in agreement. It was true, if somewhat slurred and not something he just dmitted openly to everyone he met. “You’d thinkso. Actually I’m justanawkward bastard who can’tseemto score a woman for the life of me. And I am attractivefor a living! I’m a failureto men everywhere.” He sighed dejectedly, then cocked his head a little at the other man “Your own fun? Whatdo you do for fun?”
It had honestly been a long day for Peter. He’d gone through the day, busing the tables and cracking jokes to try and lighten his usual dark mood. But Hook had of course had to make everything worse, and the day had just fallen from there. So it really wasn’t any surprise that Peter found himself at a bar, wanting to get a drink and just wind down from the exhausting day. Hands in his jacket pockets, he carefully maneuvered his way towards the entrance to the bar when he suddenly hit something solid. Stumbling back, he blinked his eyes and glanced over at the hand on his arm before looking to the person he had run into. Obviously the guy was drunk. “It’s alright,” he replied with a small smile. “Though it wouldn’t hurt for you to buy me a drink as an apology,” he playfully joked with a grin.
Shane straightened, then grinned at the man’s request. He didn’t make much…at all, being a slave, but he had knocked into the other man and hey, why not. “Absolutely. Least I can do for tripping allunder ya like that.” He tugged the man to the bar and raised a hand for the bartender before looking over to him and slurring “Name’s Shane Lost. Drunken stripperslave at your service.”