Simon also had that predatory glare, mixed up with some healthy helping of jealousy to see the pretty thing cling to Drayn like he was land in the pelagic. To rich, self-proclaimed eccentrics, all manner of accessories were a badge of status, and to have something like a pet so faithfully holding on, almost addicted to you, was the mark of a great person. Simon already had a complex about Drayn's superiority in social contexts, and the delicious boy attaching himself out of need to the taller male was almost too much for Simon to handle, when he was used to getting exactly what he wanted without having to ask for it.<br/><br/>"Sonova bitch, Day." Simon muttered when the boy came running after his master. Simon's cock reacted to the display, and he looked as though he might try to have at the lithe beauty right there.<br/><br/>Drayn grinned. This was a new development, but he'd seen hints at it before. It wasn't like Robyn gave the most independent impression. To be honest, it was a big boost for his own ego, and had definitely earned the cute little skeleton a ruthless reaming in the future. It was the best kind of toy, that became better the more you abused it. Simon's dismay was also rewarding.<br/><br/>"Hey, Day, what do you want for him?" Simon asked, as though Robyn's own will was negligible. Drayn shrugged.<br/><br/>"Hey, Simon." he echoed before stretching his longest finger from a fisted hand, jabbing it at Simon's nose. It was so aggressive and sudden the obnoxious male almost fell down the stairs as he bent back to avoid the flying digit. He gritted his teeth when he regained composure and had to walk behind the other two, but still tried to keep a friendly air about the conversation.<br/><br/>"Comon, guy, Day ain't so tough. I'll take care of you." Simon insisted and patted Robyn on his shoulder.<br/><br/>Drayn didn't seem to mind the nickname, and didn't have any big reaction to Simon propositioning what was obviously his property. They reached the upper floor soon, which was the same falling-apart building, but with better shitty furniture and more areas to sit. A girl with blue details to her almost-clothing waved wildly at Drayn, and he nodded back. Simon stayed closed to them and was still playing host. They eventually ended up sitting on a couch with others, the little table provided littered with used up articles - mirrors, caked powder, syringes. It was Robyn's own choice where to sit once Drayn had made himself comfortable, and been handed a flask by the girl who vied for his attention.<br/><br/>"Who's this here?" she asked and pressed her heavily painted face closer to Robyn's. She had cute features, which was what she was trying to smother in smoke and red. "Are you replacing me, Day?" she asked, pulling a little at Robyn's hair. "You fucking Day, boy?" she asked. Her voice was playful, and careful, despite her choice of word. There was a motherly aura around the whorish pretty. She laughed to herself and put her hand to Robyn's cheek.<br/><br/>"Becka, down girl." Drayn said with amusement in his voice. It was the first time Robyn would have heard anything but clever dominance from him.