Out Tonight

Sheamus jumped when Wade suddenly came in, yelling at him.
"I...What?" He asked, confused, not really thinking before he spoke.

Wade rolled his eyes, "Oh don't play coy with me! You. Killed. Grel!"

Jay left to go get his stuff now that he had a job with Sheamus and Wade.

"Y-yeah...and?" Sheamus asked, looking up at him. "He almost killed me first..." He added, holding his injured arm close to his body again. He did it for two reasons, to protect it from bbeing hurt more, and because his ribs were hurting too, he hadn't even looked to see why yet.

Wade sighed, sitting next to his old friend, "Tell me what really happened that night."

Jay finished gathering his stuff up and headed back to the brothel.

Sheamus sighed, knowing now he wouldn't be able to leave until he explained. "I...was out drinking..." Sheamus mumbled as he started to explain. "...Don't even think of commenting on the fact I was drinkin'," He added, giving Wade a dirty look. Wade usually always told him off for drinking 'too much'.
"Grel had heard we were startin' a business together and he didn't like it. We got into an arguement..." He trailed off, pulling a face in pain.

"You two got into a fight and you, with the flaming temper, killed him," Wade pieced together.

Jay was shown the room he was going to be staying in.

Sheamus nodded "Though in all fairness, he shot me first...and had a few other men with him."

"Who all did he have with you? Are Justin and Heath okay?" Wade interrogated.

Jay was walking past the bathroom and heard the voices. He stopped to listen.

"They're...fine." Sheamus assured him, wincing in pain. "They were conveniently in the bathroom when it happened. I don't know...who he had with him, I didn't bother to look once they'd shot...me" He said slowly, hoping Wade didn't notice he'd said 'shot me' and not 'shot at me'.

"Woah, back up my friend. Did you just say that they shot you!?" hissed Wade. "Did you go see Heath or Justin so they could patch this wound up for you!?"

Jay swallowed softly and continued to listen.

"Yes..." Sheamus admitted, frowning. "And no. I didn't. I was too busy worrying more of Grel's psychos would come after me..." He hissed back, curling up, his knees to his chest and pulled a face again.

Wade rolled his eyes, "I swear I have to..." he froze, sensing that someone was listening in on the conversation. "Shea....get your gun out. I think we have a visitor..."

Jay bit his lip nervously as the door suddenly opened. He looked at the men holding the guns with wide, scared eyes.

Sheamus did as Wade said, but didn't stand, watching Wade with a slightly worried look on his face.

Wade snarled, grabbing Jayson by his arm and throwing him into the bathroom, gun pointed at his head, "Just what do you think you were doing listening in on us."

Jay bit his lip hard, "I''m sorry i didn't mean too." He said as he shook softly.

"Wade..." Sheamus said softly, putting his gun away so he could use his good arm to try and stand. "Wade...I'm sure he didn't mean ter..." He said slowly, giving up on trying to stand, hissing in pain.

Wade snarled, putting his gun away. "If this was just my business you'd be dead." He stormed out of the room, leaving Sheamus to the young man.

Jay bit back a soft whimper at Wade's words. When Wade had left he noticed Sheamus was hurt. "A-Are you ok?" He asked as he slowly went over to him.

Sheamus sighed and rolled his eyes at Wade's statement as he stormed out.
"I-I'm fine." Sheamus said stubbornly, though he was still obviously in pain. He slowly got up, leaning against the wall for support.