Pain. Hate. Envy. Those are the ABCs of me. (bygones) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-03 11:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, chuck bass, jonathan murphy |
Who: Murphy and Chuck (with a brief appearance by Tyler)
When: This evening
What: Chuck gets mugged
Where: Victrola's
Rating/Warning: Low/a mugging
Status: Complete
Ritzy burlesque clubs weren’t really Murphy’s scene. Sure, the girls were nice, but Murphy had better things to do with his time than sit alone in a club, drinking overpriced drinks, and basically acting like some sad middle-aged man, sitting all alone at the club with his eyes glued to the stage. Murphy counted three of them as soon as he walked through the door, and it was still early yet.
But Murphy didn’t have a lot to do nowadays. Being in lockup for the last nine months had left him with a lot of energy and few friends. The fact that he hadn’t stayed in one place for very long before Juvie, constantly being shuffled from house to house, meant that he had few friends. And he still had a few hours to kill before curfew. The Ranch was nice, but there was no way in Hell Murphy was going to spend all his free time hanging around a place that smelled like horse manure.
He found himself a table, tucked away but so that he still had a decent view of the dancers, ordered a beer from one of the servers, and then leaned back, feet on the chair in front of him.
Chuck was at Victrola just enjoying his accomplishment. Sure he had many, but this was his favorite. It had been his idea, not his father’s. It was Chuck’s own legacy in a way. He was sitting on his usual couch watching the dancers when Tyler informed him there was a customer with a fake ID ordering drinks. Now Chuck was known to let this slide depending on the customer. Hell he was technically underage, as was Blair. People he knew, or could tell were of the same social stature he was, he didn’t care their age. But when Tyler pointed out the guy Chuck could tell he was a straight up nobody. He looked like he came right off the streets.
Chuck made his way over to the guy. He wasn’t technically here to work tonight but this needed to be done. How the hell had he even gotten in? Not only was he underage, but Victrola had an upscale clientele. He was going to have to have a word with his bouncer later. “Excuse me,” he said to the delinquent as he approached. “I’m going to need you to leave.”
Murphy made no move to get up from his seat. Instead he turned his gaze to Chuck, sized him up, and deciding he wasn’t a threat (what was he going to do, glare at him to death? The worst he could do was call the cops, and Murphy would be long gone before they showed up) he turned his gaze back to the dancers. “Do you?” he asked. “Because I think I’m comfortable just right here.”
This guy was already trying Chuck’s patience. “Most people are,” he commented. Victrola was a fairly popular and successful club.”But unfortunately you’re underage,” and also looked like trash but Chuck bit his tongue on that part. “So you’re going to have to go before I have someone escort you out.”
“Make sure she’s pretty,” Murphy said, a small smile on his face.
Chuck suppressed an eye-roll and looked past the idiot over to his bartender. Right now he trust Tyler a lot more than his bouncer. He locked eyes with the guy and nodded for him to come over.
Murphy still hadn’t taken his eyes from the stage, choosing to act as if the douchebag bothering him had faded into the background. Which meant he didn’t see Tyler - who had been watching since he told Chuck about the fake ID - come out from behind the bar until he laid a not-so-friendly hand on his shoulder.
“Okay, it’s time to go,” Tyler said in a tone that didn’t leave much room for argument.
Murphy jerked free of Tyler’s grip, and looked at him. This guy… absolutely looked like someone Murphy shouldn’t tangle with. Broad shouldered, well-muscled, set jaw, and even the pressure of him just grabbing Murphy’s shoulder had been substantial. Probably the only way Murphy would win in a fight with him is if he caught him off guard. Or had a weapon on him.
“Okay, okay,” Murphy said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll leave. This bar is lame anyway.
Chuck scoffed at the guys comment. It was not a bar. Nor was it lame. It was for a certain type of person and this asshole wasn’t sophisticated enough for it. Not to mention he was basically a kid. But Chuck also knew the comment was just made because he was getting kicked out. Saving face or whatever. Chuck didn’t care as long as he was gone.
He gave Tyler another nod of appreciation and headed back to his couch to enjoy the rest of his night. Hopefully without any other interruptions. And thankfully there were none. A few hours later Chuck headed out. He rarely spent the night alone, but he also didn’t pick up girls at his own club. It was time to go elsewhere to find himself a companion for the rest of the night.
The bartender stayed close to Murphy as he escorted him outside, and while he kept his hands off of Murphy, he didn’t give him a chance to escape back into the burlesque club. Not that Murphy would have taken the opportunity to do so. He knew when to cut his losses, and he really wasn’t that interested in staying around.
At least, not staying around inside. The guy who’d tried to kick him out, evidently the boss, looked rich and had rubbed Murphy the wrong way. He’d hung around in the parking lot for the next few hours, screwing around on his phone and trying to do his best to look like he was some kid who had nothing better to do than to hang around in parking lots and not look like he was up to anything suspicious.
He’d removed the outer jacket he’d been wearing inside, instead just wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled far over his head. A baseball cap pulled low over his eyes helped shield his face a little from view too. Murphy had no intentions of being caught again, and trying to keep his face hidden was the best way to go about that. When Chuck finally left the bar, Murphy let him get a few feet from the door, almost to his car, before Murphy stepped out behind him, brandishing a knife. He grabbed Chuck by the shoulder, and pressed the blade up against Chuck’s lower ribs, not pushing hard enough to so much as tear those expensive looking clothes of his, but enough so that Chuck would be well aware of what exactly Muphy was holding. “Empty your pockets,” he said, his voice rougher than it had been inside.
The fuck was happening? Was there seriously a knife against his ribs right now? It took Chuck a minute to recognize the asshole that had been kicked out earlier. Seriously? How pathetic was this guy? He had nothing better to do than wait around for Chuck all night?
Anger and disbelief were his first reactions. Fear slowly began to take over. No way in hell was he getting stabbed. “Alright,” Chuck said emptying his pockets. It wasn’t like he kept a ton of cash on him, maybe about $500. And he would just cancel his cards. It was nothing to fight over. $500 was really nothing to Chuck Bass.
Maybe Murphy hadn’t had anything better to do than wait around for a couple of hours, but now he had $500 in cash which seemed like a pretty good payoff. Actually, it seemed like a great payoff. He didn’t know exactly how much money was now being stuffed into his pocket, not yet, but he could tell it was a lot. Jackpot.
With the hand that had been holding Chuck, Murphy the contents of Chuck’s pockets, though he also pressed the knife against the other man more firmly so he didn’t take that as an invitation to run off. “Cellphone too,” Murphy demanded. More so so that, if Chuck wanted to call the cops, he’d have to go inside first and by then Murphy would be long gone.
Chuck paused at the mention of his cell phone. Everything was password protected but he still had important business contacts on there. Important documents. “You’re going to have to stab me for that,” Chuck retorted. Part of him didn’t believe the kid would go through with hit and his cell phone, his business relationships, that was something he was willing to risk it for.
Murphy weighed the knife in his hand and gave the idea some serious consideration. But there wasn’t any profit in it. The phone, the wallet, and anything else that wasn’t cold, hard, cash, was going to get dumped into the first trashcan Murphy passed - he wasn’t going to risk fencing anything while he was still on probation. Anyway, it wasn’t like Chuck had done anything that deserved getting stabbed over.
“Stupid decision,” Murphy said. He kicked behind Chuck’s knees, hoping the man would fall to them, at precisely the same time he removed the knife from his back, and then turned to take off.
Chuck was glad he had taken the risk, considering the fucker just kicked him and ran off. He immediately pulled out his phone to begin cancelling cards as she finished the walk to his car. He didn’t care about the cops he didn’t have time to wait around for them and then there was his pride.