Deon felt the breath leave his lungs as the cop kneed him in the stomach and then was tossed to the floor like trash, but instead of looking pissed off in his crumpled up state, he let out a few wheezy laughs, looking past the cop who had just assaulted him to the boy he was just fighting. It was no secret that cops hardly ever showed their face around clubs like this, and if they ever did it was most likely because they were looking to score themselves; being off duty of course. Deon was able to put the pieces together rather quickly, but stayed lying down on his side to keep the cop from beating him down again. He’d rather not make an impression on the police force. As soon as the cop left the ring, Deon clambered back up, holding his side a bit as he exited the ring with a rather silly grin on his face.

[i]"What are you all standing there for? Get back to your shit.”[/i]

Deon didn’t even have to look over the shoulder of the girl to look at the card to see the kid’s name, he knew exactly who he was. As soon as the music started playing once again and the customers picked up their chatter, Deon took a seat next to Vander, sprawling his arms out resting his elbows on the bar behind him and laughed again.

“See, at least I don’t lie to you.” Deon stated smartly and ordered a couple of shots. When the tray of assorted alcoholic shots came, Deon took one up and gently handed it to her, then picked out his own. He raised it in a half-ass attempt of ‘cheers’ and then downed the liquid, shaking his head as he felt the fire drain down his throat.

“Pretty boys like him don’t belong with people like us, especially if he’s got his own arsenal of cops looking out for him to keep him out of trouble so daddy doesn’t get a bad image.” Deon smirked and then gestured towards the tray of drinks in front of them.

"Help yourself baby, it's on me. And whatever else you want..."