[C] Back on his feet

It had taken a few days for Deacon to heal up completely, he had gathered up his energy and finally been able to heal himself.

That was a fun night but after-effects were a bit less desirable, there was only so long you could be uncomfortable before it lost it's luster.

He was in good spirits tonight and desperately needed a good drink and even better company.

He wandered into Zo and found a free booth near the stage, settling in comfortably.

Demir grinned when a new customer sat down in a booth and he strutted over.

His grin only widened when he realised who it was.

"Hey, Doll. Feeling all right?"

Demir leant against Doc's table and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. "What can I get for you today?"

"Took a few days."

He replied with a little grin, he was still a little peeved that Demir had skipped out on him like that.

At the very least his other Doms usually untie him before leaving him in that sort of state.

He had no idea that Demir had still been in the apartment when Ian arrived.

"Double shot of whiskey, on the rocks."

He'd make his way through a couple of those tonight.

"I didn't expect any less."

That had been a damned rough night. It had taken him a day to recover himself.

Demir wandered off and returned a few moments later with his order, setting it down and leaning over slightly.

"That all I can get for you, Doll?"

Deacon took the drink and sipped, the warmth burning down his throat was welcome.

Soon he'd feel that light buzz that came with drinking straight spirits and he'd be happy.

"Any chance of getting something to pick at?"

Being stuck at home his food choices had been limited, the bar often had food specials, fancy little morsels to eat as you enjoyed the show.

"I'll go take a look see who's in the kitchen."

The kitchen was tiny and there wasnt a lot there. Hardly any demand for food here.

"Our Spanish girl might be on tonight." She made damned good tapas. He wandered off again and returned a few minutes later with a bowl of seafood and chicken paella.

"You are in luck, Doll."

It was an odd request for a place like this, but he would push his luck as far as it would go at the moment.

A smile spread across his lips as Demir came out with a bowl.

"Looks freaking good."

He replied, he was aching for a good feed and a drink, now he had both.

Doc was lucky that they had a tiny kitchen and one of their female strippers liked feeding the other strippers whenever she got the chance.

Paella was one of her best dishes. Doc was lucky she was on today.

"Don't tell anyone else. We're not looking to become a food place. We like this place teh way it is, Doll."

Deacon gave a wink and a grin.
"I'll eat quick."

Demir was doing him a favor so he wasn't about to make trouble around the club.

Eagerly he dug into the food, he was starving.

"You do that. I'll be back in a few to clean up after your fine ass."

He raised his hand in a casual salute as he turned and began wandering away, glancing around for someone to serve.

"Oh, Ian'll be on soon. Keep an eye out for him."

Deacon ate the food quickly and discretely, promptly finishing it before turning to his drink.

Ian was working tonight?

Hopefully the man would be in a good mood and wouldn't scold him for coming out looking for trouble after he had just finally healed up all his broken bones.

Deacon never knew what was good for him and when enough was enough.