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Feitan was grumpy. He sat slouched into a chair, beer in hand, scowl on his face.
The Phantom Troupe were going out. Out robbing, killing or maybe, just maybe grabbing hostages that Feitan could ‘interrogate’? No. They were going out partying .
Fei took another swig of beer.
Machi, Shizuku and Pakonoda giggled together and helped each other get ready. Chrollo was arranging the bandage he kept over his tattoo and Phinks was painstakingly marshalling his hair to slicked back perfection.
“Hey, Fei, you should go with us. There will be girls …”
Feitan snorted. While the prospect of girls was enticing (he was attracted to both men and women,) he was perfectly satisfied with the occasional tryst with Chrollo or Phinks. Enough to not go partying. The problem with partying is that there were always people .
Feitan didn’t like people in general. They tended to be loud and stupid. Fei liked it quiet.
Unless he was interrogating someone.
He smiled and took another drought of beer.
Suddenly Phinks was standing over him. Phinks at 6’2” towered over him anyway but with him sitting down he was a giant.
“Don’t be a black sheep, Fei. Come with.”
Feitan frowned up at him. “I perfect black sheep,” he grumped, gesturing at his all-black clothing.
“You know what I mean.”
“Ready to go guys?” Shalnark asked, walking up.
“Fei is still not going,” Phinks said, pouting in an effort to influence his diminutive best friend.
Shalnark smiled. “I’ll go get the car.”
“Last chance, Fei,” Phinks said.
Feitan chugged beer and shook his head. Chrollo guided Phinks gently toward the door. “Leave him be.”
Everyone left and the door closed behind them, their voices fading.
“Yeah, leave me be!” Feitan said loudly to the closed door.
His voice echoed in the lonely room.