Slap.

There was this sickeningly loud smacking sound that echoed across the bar. The sound of clinking glasses accompanied the loud slap. Blake looked almost surprised, looking at his cute little friend in front of him, who had a look of almost pure disgust on his face. "Who the hell do you think you are?! Some sorta person made out of gold with his life fed to him with a silver spoon? It was obvious he was having a bad day! Not everyone is your toy, you know!" Chrys lectured angrily, he had limits too. Blake looked at the angry orbs of chocolate beneath him. "Look, I don't care, how you do it but go there and apologise to the two right now. Do something about this [i]idiocy[/i] right now! HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR WHITLEA!?" Chrys was pretty mad, to be honest, Chrys was terrifying when he was extremely mad, this was only a touch of his anger. Blake was about to pray until he saw a mischievous twinkle in his shorter friend's brown eyes. Damn, he was a good actor. 

Getting out of his state of total shock, he put on his glasses again. Looking at his ex lover with an almost sad look. "A-a-alright... I'll see what I can do." Blake nodded submissively as he ran into the direction of the pair of friends. Giving a small wink as he left as his little shota of a friend gave a knowing look that said, "This is the last time I'm helping you so screw you." Blake caught up to the others soon enough, not caring about the red maks on his cheeks. "Hey.... Uh... Hey, look sorry about earlier. I was being insensitive and was being a huge dick. Uh... If you want a good place to go to for drinks, I know a place that'll give you discounts and VIP access as long as you're with me." Blake offered sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head, looking a down so he could add the touch of humility. "It's only down the road from here... So um..." What was being so sheepish for? He was extremely handsome rich and sexy, so he should flaunt it right? It was there again, the shock of violet that flew ever so gently across the the two.