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It's a bar, which is the first point in its favour, but it's also under a fucking sex shop, which delights Sweeney in ways he knows he can't explain. Despite liking being bitten or punched and otherwise hurt during sex, he'd never think to describe himself as having particularly kinky tastes and though he can't imagine there's any man in the world who wouldn't like a good pegging if he allowed himself to get over his bullshit fragile fucking masculinity, he's never done much shopping for the occasion.
Still, it's a bar under a sex store and the promise of alcohol alone is enough of a reason to head inside. The idea of there being whips and handcuffs and fucking gimp suits overhead while he drinks just makes it all funnier to him.
It's possible his sense of humour has never matured all that much, even in the past seven hundred years.
He heads around to the entrance off the alley, walking heavily down the stairs, but he's in a good mood and he's got no reason to get into a fight tonight. A place like this might be the sort of place he wants to head back to in the future and unless someone really pisses him off, he'll try to be on his best behaviour tonight. Usually when he smashes the shit out of a place, no one wants to let him come back to drink anymore.
When he sees a familiar blonde behind the bar, he can't help but grin. Now more than ever he doesn't want to piss off the management -- not much, anyway -- and he drops onto a stool and leans heavily against the bar, his arms draping over the top as he waits for her to turn and see him.
Still, it's a bar under a sex store and the promise of alcohol alone is enough of a reason to head inside. The idea of there being whips and handcuffs and fucking gimp suits overhead while he drinks just makes it all funnier to him.
It's possible his sense of humour has never matured all that much, even in the past seven hundred years.
He heads around to the entrance off the alley, walking heavily down the stairs, but he's in a good mood and he's got no reason to get into a fight tonight. A place like this might be the sort of place he wants to head back to in the future and unless someone really pisses him off, he'll try to be on his best behaviour tonight. Usually when he smashes the shit out of a place, no one wants to let him come back to drink anymore.
When he sees a familiar blonde behind the bar, he can't help but grin. Now more than ever he doesn't want to piss off the management -- not much, anyway -- and he drops onto a stool and leans heavily against the bar, his arms draping over the top as he waits for her to turn and see him.