How goddamned embarrassing. Buzz would admit that the bars he and Hype had frequented before in their search of female companionship had not exactly been the swankiest of places. And Buzz had never been picky about those places, as long as the girls were up to par. But here he was in the goddamned slums , circling the same block to find a safe place for his motorcycle (nowhere was safe here) all because Hype had wanted, demanded to try something new.
"Don't you ever just get tired of the same old same old?" He had asked Buzz, scanning their favorite bar, the Turnt Lemon, with a very ho-hum look on his face.
"No." Buzz had answered.
"Of course not." Hype turned on his stool so he was once again facing the bar. "You're a creature of habit. You're timid. Too afraid to try new things, so you set yourself in your old ways." He had said matter-of-factly.
"Really."
"Yes really. But not me. I'm a rolling stone baby. I crave adventure, excitement!" Hype had raised his glass in a very dramatic fashion, and then downed it all in one swoop, and a few people around him had even halfheartedly cheered. "And I've got just the place."
And Buzz had twitched.
Once his bike had been secured and secured as much as possible (anyone trying to steal it would have to take the entire sidewalk with them) Buzz had stood to pause in front of the new joint. Underground, they called it. He twitched, unimpressed.
He walked in.
"My man, my man, my man!" Hyperion called, a wide grin spread across his face as Buzz came into view. He stood, arms outstretched, and pulled the younger man into a brotherly hug. Buzz twitched uncomfortably, but waited patiently for Hyperion to be done. Hype smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, gesturing ahead. "Welcome, my friend."