Slagthuset Nightclub

"A' inter'sting n'ws?" Berwald repeated his question and had to smile inwardly. Because for a moment when their eyes had met he had seen Tino blush. He liked to think that maybe it wasn't just fearfull embarrassment. Rather that the Finn had blushed so cutely because of him.

But it would be too good to be true if Tino returned his feelings. Even though he himself wasn't so sure what feelings exactly he had. He didn't want to think about those things, he was just glad that he could spend time with Tino.

"Well, got a shipment out and got some new orders. Some Serbian a buddy of mine sent my way. The man wants twelve cases of M4s within the week. I don't know who some of these people think I am. Do I look like Santa Clause?" Tino took a swallow of scotch to help calm his nerves. "And the Terrible Twins are off plotting something together... Ingvar dragged his brother out of here about a half hour ago."

Tino checked Berwald out again as soon as he was sure the other wasn't looking. It was so difficult to tell what the Swede was thinking. His expression changed infinitesimally on occasion, but it took skill to read the nuance, skill that Tino didn't possess. Sometimes, he worried he annoyed Berwald, and he got too scared to talk to him.

Berwald barely surpressed saying that he thought Tino would certainly look cute as Santa. So he just drank his whisky in swallow and gave the waiter a sign for another one. The thing about the twins didn't really worry him, they were always planning something or another. But it would certainly be interesting to see what it would be this time.

"An' plans f' today?"

Tino shook his head vigorously, hair swishing in his eyes. "After this, I'm going home, taking a long hot shower, and going to bed. I have a ton of things to do tomorrow, and I can't afford to be dead tired..."

He tossed back the rest of his scotch and leaned back with a heavy sigh. "Any plans for yourself?"

"N' really." Berwald held back a sigh and wordlessly thanked the waiter for the new glass of whisky, even though it was gone after one swallow. Drinking was a good way to distract him, he was a bit dissapointed that Tino would leave so soon and he didn't really want the other to know what he was thinking about as his eyes roamed the small body of the Finn. But he would never deny Tino his precious sleep so he just kept quiet. Even if Berwald wanted to say something so he would stay a bit longer, he wouldn't have found the words for it anyway.

Tino was thoughtful for a moment. "Are you hungry?"

It was kind of nice talking to Berwald in a social setting. He was a man of so few words, but he had a nice presence. Tino noticed the aquamarine eyes giving him a lingering once-over, and couldn't help but blush. That had definitely been unexpected.

Berwald shrugged a bit at Tino's question "A b't". He wasn't sure what to make of this question, his brain told him that Tino was just curious and nothing more but there was a small part that whispered beatiful hopefull things about maybe going out to eat.

Now it was Berwald's turn to blush a bit he tried with all his might not to but seeing Tino flustered had a similar effect on him.

"Then would you maybe like to go get something to eat? Wtih me?" Tino's voice got lower and quieter as he spoke the words. "Just, you know, if you feel like it. If you don't, it doesn't matter."

Tino fidgeted with his glass and took another swallow of liquid courage.

Berwald had to hold onto his new glass of whisky tighter or he would have let it go out of shock. It was a bit unexpected but not unwelcome question and there was no way that he would say no. So he nodded slightly "Wher' would y' like t'go?" he asked with a small smile and tried to speak as clearly as possible. He gulped down the rest of his whisky and hoped that he wouldn't do something stupid to ruin this wonderful turn of events.

"I'm up for anything right about now," Tino shrugged, and blushed when he thought about what he'd just said. "What I mean is, I'm not sure what I want to eat. What about you?"

At least Berwald didn't seem to mind the thought of dining with him. He had worried the man might be too solitary to want to go with him, so the acceptance was pleasing.

"H'w bo' p'zza?" Berwald felt a bit dumb asking that question but his brain hadn't really caught up to him yet, it was still fixed onto Tino's words. He was trying to wrap his mind around the idea that this was really happening Tino really wanted to go out and eat something. So Berwald just smiled a bit and started to play with his empty whisky glass.

"Sure. Pizza sounds perfect." Tino considered briefly before asking "Do you know any good places? I'm honestly rather clueless about the town." He only ever ate pizza at home, because he hated the thought of going to a pizza parlour alone and consuming an entire large pizza by himself.

"Th'rs th't S'n Marc' plac'." Berwald suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. He had been to that place once before and they made the best pizza he had had in his life. Maybe Tino would like it too and he certainly hoped it did there was nothing worse than going out to eat with his "crush", if you could call it that, and he didn't like it. It would give himself a bad impression and that was not good for his self esteem.

"That sounds perfect." Tino smiled agreeably. He'd never actually been to the place, but he'd heard about how delicious the food was. It couldn't hurt to try it out with Berwald. "Are you ready to go, or...?"

Tino's smile stunned him for a second and then he felt a small flutter in his chest. "Le' g'" Berwald stood up to leave this place and have some time to get to know Tino better. He hoped the restaurant had a table free for them.

Tino slid out of his chair and trotted after Berwald happily, but quickly remembered to go back and tell the bartender to put all their drinks on Søren's tab. He met up with the Swede again and took his hand to lead him through the crowded club.

Berwald smiled a bit as he watched Tino talking to the bartender. He wasn't very worried if Søren had to pay for their drinks, the boss could pay for the drinks once in a while. A moment later and it didn't matter anymore because Tino was holding his hand and he let himself be lead out of the club quite happily.


(going directly to the restaurant?)

(Certainly. See you there.)

As they arrived at the night club Hendrik flicked his cigarette out onto the sidewalk, he pulled out his cellphone and started to dial a number "best I let Holy Roman know he can have the rest of the night off ja? " he had a short conversation with his small employee telling the boy that the shop was now closed up and that he would see him tomorrow. He ended the call and looked at Gilbert " shall we? "

"That would be helpful." He smiled as Hendrik made the phone call.

He looked around the exterior of the cub. Gilbert hadn't been here for a very long time. Normally when he did it was to meet someone for work. He sighed and kicked the toe of his boot into place.

He nodded to Hendrik and walked into the club. It was obviously more intended as a dance and sex place than it was for a bar. It really was not where you would normally go to knock back a few with a friend. It was the sort of place you went to meet with people, or you brought someone you wanted to hook up with. He glanced at Hendrik and shrugged. Not what he was going for, but he wouldn't complain.

Hendrik slipped his cellphone back into his pocket and followed Gilbert into the club, he looked around so he could get re familiar with the place. He knew who ran the place and had sold information to them before, he paused and gave his head a slight shake trying to clear his thoughts now wasn't the time to be thinking business he was here to enjoy himself not to be doing business. He knew he had to be on his guard though as he had seen two members of the Nordic family pass him and Gilbert on their way out of the club, Berwald and Tino he noted to himself that is who he knew the two were.

Gilbert noticed how the two men who left the club together seemed to make Hendrik a bit twitchy. He paused just inside the door, showing his I.D. to the girl with greenish hair. He knew that she probably wouldn't card him, but he liked feeling young. He slipped his wallet into his jeans, then checked his coat to go behind the counter.

"Hendrik, you alright? You look like you have a lot of thoughts on your mind." He grinned at the girl behind the counter, then turned back to his friend.

Hendrik looked over to Gilbert " ja I am alright mijn vriend just saw some people dat I know " looking back behind him again quickly seeing the two as they disappeared he knew the rest of the Nordic family must be here " well dan shall we get our drinks? " he started to make his way to the bar knowing that the albino would be right behind him.

Gilbert did follow Hendrik to the bar, with a fairly peppy strut to his step. He hadn't been out without someone from the job for a very long time. It was nice.

"I'll get the first round, Hendrik. What would you like?" He sat at the bar and plunked his arms down onto the wood. From here the pulse from the dance floor wasn't as heavy, and he didn't have to shout to be heard.

It had been awhile since he had been out that didn't require meeting with a client about the information they hard requested from him or the drugs they were interested in buying. " bier is fine mijn vriend " he leaned against the bar after taking the set beside the albino, this was a perfect spot since the music wasn't as loud.