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V snorted. Everything was a hell of a lot funnier when he was drunk. And boy was he ever.

It was just one of those nights. They'd just clocked out, after a long as night at that, and decided to hit the bar. He rarely let loose enough to get good and truly drunk, usually opting to watch as Butch or one of his brothers slowly lost their inhibitions, but he decided on a whim to say to hell with it.

And, as he watched Rhage and Butch drunkenly argue over a call made in some game they were watching, while still playing pool mind you, he was pretty fucking glad for his current state on inebriation. Much more entertaining.

"You obviously know fuck all about baseball, Pretty boy, or you would've seen that he was clearly safe. No questions asked." Butch said as he sunk another ball in the corner pocket.

"Bullshit. You just want your shitty ass team to win. Even if it means on a stupid giveaway call. This isn't good sportsmanship. They should at least do a replay or some shit to make it fair!"

"Ha! A win's a win Hollywood. Or are you going to cry about it? Gone soft man? Want me to let you win right now too?"

"Like you could-"

"Come on Hollywood. You and I both know I'm about to smoke your ass. But hey, since someone's on their "lady time", I'll go get another round. Maybe if I get so drunk that I can't tell the difference between a solid or a striped, you might have a chance of beating me."

Obviously pleased with himself, Butch went to the bar to place his order. Smirking all the way.

Watching from his seat in the booth, V could see his cop sit at one of the high top stools as he waited for their drinks. Which means he could see the small blonde woman as she made a bee-line to the empty seat next to him.

Petite in size, with curves peaking out of an extremely low cut dress, this girl was on a mission as she strutted toward Butch in her three inch heels, curls bouncing along with her barely concealed breasts.

Hmmm…This was about to get interesting.

Tapping his arm to get his attention, she smiled flirtatiously. "Hey."

Looking in surprise at the woman leaning over on the bar top, trying to give him a good view of her cleavage, V couldn't help but snort in amusement again at the look on Butch's face. Eyes wide, but trying to be polite, "Uh, hey."

"Are you a cop? You kind of give off that man with authority vibe, and to be honest, I'm totally in to a man in uniform." Punctuated with another stroke of Butch's bicep, and the batting of her fake eyelashes. She probably thought she had him right there. Hook, line, and fucking sinker.

Alright. It's not like V was jealous of this Barbie doll trying to get Butch's unwilling attention. He knew Butch would never rise to the bait, even if she was the sort of type he would've gone for before they had gotten together.

But he couldn't help the rise in territorialism that arose when the blonde Bimbo was touching his cop's arm. He would later blame his next actions on the alcohol.

Narrowing his eyes, V abandoned his now forgotten drink and made his way past the people milling around the pool tables and the stragglers socializing around the bar. He gave no fucks as he spun Butch's chair around and crushed his lips to Butch's surprised ones.

The surprise only lasted a second though, as Butch unconsciously reacted to V's lips, melting into the man with barely a seconds thought. It was hot and fast, with quick slips of the tongue. But it was enough.

Especially as he saw the girl's face from the corner of his eye as he pulled away.

Fucking priceless.

Butch knew what was up, and was deciding on whether to be annoyed that V seemed to be staking his claim, or relieved that he had avoided any more advance from the girl sitting next to him.

He settled for the latter as he watched with amusement as her cheeks turned bright pink. Well…there went her game. Counting her losses, she downed her drink and left, looking to go anywhere but here, muttering, "It's true. All the good ones are gay or taken. I guess in this case it's both."

It was silent for a moment between the two vampires, their faces still only inches apart, eyes locked, V's hands resting on Butch's knees on either side of him.

"Pfttttttt."

And that was when the dam broke.

Losing it at the same time, Butch and V started busting up laughing. Throwing back his head V was laughing so hard he had to use Butch as support.

"Did that really just happen?" Butch said through his chuckles, "you are such an asshole V!"

"That was fucking great! Did you see her face Cop? SO fucking worth it." God he had to wipe away tears, he was laughing so hard. His night was just fucking made. Never mind that he had caused a little scene, or that Rhage was watching them with a kind of disgusted fascination. He would've done it again in a second.

When the laughs had finally died down enough to talk, V ruffled Butch's hair fondly, leaning in again, "Sorry if I'm a possessive bastard sometimes Cop, but…"

Leaning all the way in this time until the side of his face brushed against Butch's, and he could whisper in his ear, V said the one thing that had been running through his mind all night. All the damn time actually.

"…You're mine."