Staggering slightly, he smirks Well, look what the cat dragged in. Buy your old man a drink?
Rolls his eyes Oh, how original. Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? Slams his fist on the bar
He pours another drink, ignoring him.
Glaring at Fireballymo, voice dripping with sarcasm Wow, so charming. Just like your mother. Takes a seat next to him
Laughs bitterly Oh, really? Tell me, kid. Who's the lucky guy who sired you then?
"Your the one who told mom she wasnt your girlfriend."
Throws his head back and laughs Ha! That's rich, coming from a kid who doesn't even know their own paternity. Typical. Leans in closer
He leans back, looking at him, suspicious. "Why are you here?"
Leans in, reeking of cheap booze No catch. Just thought we could...catch up. Forces a toothy grin
Pretends to look hurt, slaps the bar Ouch. That's cold, kid. But seriously, I'm a bit short...
"Id rather drink this than give you my money."
<Fireballymo finishes his drink and slurs his words, stumbling out of the dive bar with Vic Reynolds. They get into a heated argument on the street, attracting the attention of some rough-looking individuals.>
He looks around nervously.
Grabs Fireballymo's arm tightly What's the matter, kid? Scared I might actually be serious about reconnecting?
<Vic Reynolds and Fireballymo get into a physical altercation, leading to a brutal beating from the rough-looking individuals who witnessed their argument. Both Vic and Fireballymo sustain severe injuries, requiring hospitalization.>
They throw Vic into a cell.
Coughs, wincing in pain Well, ain't this a fine mess we're in. Guess I should've listened to my gut and stayed away from you, huh? Spits blood
Glaring at Fireballymo Shut up? You think you can just shut me up? Cackles You're such a fucking disappointment.
Raises an eyebrow, sarcastically Oh, the apology. How touching. Did your mother teach you that?