Darren:
Darren looked away a little. When Sebastian asked Ronnie if he was single he gasped in surprise. The woman next to him has always known how much he's liked Sebastian. "He's as single as a man can be, never ben kissed once other than by his dog.", Ronnie said with a wink.

Sebby chuckled. "Really? I thought someone with his looks would have gotten a couple ladies by now."

Ronnie:
"A few were interested, but that didn' get em far.", She replied, flicking her cigar. "Specially after they've seen how he's looked at you when you walked past." Ronnie chuckled at the look she got from Darren after her snide comment about his crush.

"Is that so?" He smiled warmly. "That's good news. And don't worry all the girls don't even have to talk to me to know im not interested." He chuckled as he turned to Darren.

Thomas was about to break the arm of the wooden chair with how hard he was gripping it. " Oh, that didn't hurt one bit, ha..ha I am so glad that is over. " He said with a light chuckle, it was true, he was very glad that was done and over with.

" Regret is right, you'll be so hammered you won't walk strait for a few hours. " He said, looking the slightest bit worried now. He didn't mind if someone was a heavy drinker as at times, weren't we all? But Tequila was in his mind dangerous.

Darren:
"Oh, um, alright.", He sighed in relief. Darren smiled meekly up at Sebastian when he turned.

Ronnie:
"The thing is he's been in the closet about his sexuality for a long time now.", Ronnie teased.

Dally gave a small sigh as she started on the stab wounds, checking each area around the stab to make sure nothing was infected or still bleeding too bad.
"I mean it. Take better care of yourself. Come in even when you don't wanna to admit you got hurt." Dally said as she got stitching thread and some bandages, as well as the needle.
"This won't be so bad since I'm not literally digging into your flesh. I'm just poking holes into your skin and pulling them together." She got another syringe filled with the numbing liquid, putting it in fast like she did before so it wouldn't sting.

Idris nodded. He had to admit he was indeed a bit jealous. Mae was at least three years younger than he was and Bee still held him back.
"You are one of our best out there."

Thomas sighed, " Fine, but I won't like it very much. I prefer keeping my scars plentiful. I like to look scary, people bother me less if I always look like I just fought a bear. " He said, trying to stay as calm and still as humanly possible. " Besides.. I hate stitches. "