Drayn was as mirthful as could be expected when the boy retreated to him after refusing the fruits that Becka offered. She didn't seem worse off for it, but did give a little dramatic display to feign disappointment, with her pouting lips and tilted head. She stroked Robyn's cheek. "It's alright. Not everyone likes everything." she encouraged, and looked up at Drayn to ask something else. The boy's sound, however, had her jerk back. It was a sudden complaint that came out of the small mouth, and she almost fell down sitting when she heard it.<br/><br/>Simon was livid with amusement, sticking his head closer to all of them, the boy especially, when he heard the token of pain. "Whu-what's going on?" he asked excitedly before looking from Drayn's always pretty face down to where Robyn seemed to draw his agony from. Simon saw the mottled fingers and how Drayn squeezed them. "Oh-hoho." he said and grinned widely, dropping his face closer to the abuse. Simon pinched a bit of powder from the table and sniffed his fingertips clean before continue staring at Robyn's dismay.<br/><br/>"D-day..." Becka asked and pointed at Robyn's hand. "You're hurting him!".<br/><br/>"Shut the fuck up, Becky! Drayn does whatever the fuck he wants with this guy." Simon pointed out. The hand causing discomfort to the lap-boy immediately clapped into a fist and hammered Simon's upper lip.<br/><br/>"This guy?" Drayn asked as Simon held his now bleeding mouth and tossed himself back, howling into his palm. Drayn shoved Robyn to the floor and stood. It all seemed to confuse poor Becka.<br/><br/>"Ouu faff-dard." Simon said though his hand, a spray of blood glittering through the air.<br/><br/>"You fuck-tard." Drayn translated as he picked up a cigarette from his pocket.<br/><br/>"Avva gill ouu!"<br/><br/>"I'mma kill you." Drayn continued as he looked around for a light. Becka, sitting, held up a pretty zippo with pearl shield. Drayn took it and gave it back quickly, exhaling like a dragon. "Hey, you wanted me here. I party how I party. So, you wont be pretty for a couple of days. Better than what I felt like doing to ya." he said and then shoved Robyn further on the floor. "Get. We're going to one of the rooms." Stalls really.<br/><br/>Simon was momentarily interested before he remembered his pain and then huffed and stood, turning away. Drayn helped Becka up and kissed her brow. Then he nodded to one of the barely standing stalls, remnants of what used to be here, and looked at Robyn. "Go. Fah-king-go." he ordered and patted Becka on her shoulder, shoving a few bills in her hand. "You take care, Bee. Maybe we'll cross again soon." she was a little disappointed by the violence, but had found someone else to entertain her as Drayn dragged Robyn toward the designated privacy.<br/><br/>"You're a little daft, aren't you?" he muttered as he tossed the smaller male into the stall.