[6] Cute Names For Smoothies

                                    

                                          
Roman's P.O.V
                          
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Dean and I tried our best to clean up his injuries on our way to meeting Seth at the shopping centre. I managed to clear all of the dried blood from his face and neck, but harsh bruises were already threatening to blemish his rough skin. 
"Seth is probably going to think we were fighting." Dean ran his fingers lightly over a patch of broken skin on his cheekbone whilst motioning towards the blood stain on my sleeve. I laughed incredulously at the thought.
                          
"I'm tempted to try and convince him of that." I smiled, earning a huff of amusement from Dean. 
We pushed through the doors of the mall and made our way to the diner Seth had spoke of. He was positioned at a modern-looking, square table when we entered, and he peered at us questioningly over the rim of his glasses before breaking into a goofy smile and waving.
                          
Dean let out a small laugh and murmured something which resembled 'what a nerd' as we strolled over. I settled on one of the red leather stools and smiled across at Seth who had one hand wrapped firmly around a tall red glass.
"How you doing, bud?" 
                          
Seth shoved a book into his bag, looking back at me eagerly.
"I'm great thanks!" His eyes flickered between us both before settling on Dean, his smile wavering. 
                          
Dean cleared his throat and signalled a waitress over. Seth looked at me with his eyebrows knitted together, but I shook my head shortly, warning him not to ask. A short waitress with soft features and acid-green hair walked briskly to the table, pulling out a worn out looking notebook.
Dean looked her up and down, leaning back in his seat slightly.
                          
"Would you like to order something, sir?" The girl looked at him briefly, before focusing on the pen in her hand. Dean grinned at her obvious discomfort and pulled a menu up in front of himself.
"I sure would, could I get a..." His jaw clenched suddenly and he glared menacingly over the top of the menu at Seth, "Berry Sweet Fruit Crush." 
                          
I bit my bottom lip to stifle a laugh and watched Dean as his eyes bore into Seth who shrugged his shoulders and smiled back. 
"I'll have the same, please." I grinned at the girl before she walked swiftly back to the counter.
                          
Dean took a deep breath and folded his arms,
"I can't believe I just had to say that out loud." He snatched the menu back up and looked at it closely before looking back up at Seth and I, "Girl Scout Cookies and Cream Shake? Where the fuck did you bring us, Seth?" Dean turned on his seat to look around at the practically empty diner.
                          
I rubbed a hand over my chin and laughed silently, watching Dean grow madder and madder.
"W-What's wrong with here?" Seth asked innocently. Dean glared at him and I intervened.
                          
"I think Dean's just a little embarrassed that he had to say 'Berry Sweet Fruit Crush' to the pretty, little waitress over there." I grinned at Seth who started laughing childishly. Dean folded his arms.
"I wasn't embarrassed in front of her." Dean mumbled, looking at me briefly and then looking away. I tilted my head in confusion but shook it off.
                          
The waitress appeared again with the two drinks, placing them in front of us and walking away, looking flustered. Dean chugged the drink back in one, slamming the glass back down with such force, I was generally surprised it didn't break. 
"Can we go now?" He glanced at us both.
                          
I raised an eyebrow and knocked back my drink, throwing a couple of notes beside the empty glasses and getting to my feet. Seth smiled as he got to his feet, and we all made our way out. 
                          
"Thank you!" Seth shouted over at the girl as we approached the door. Dean sighed loudly and shoved Seth out of the diner, suppressing a grin. 
                          
"Where are we headin'?" I smiled at the two boys, letting the door fall shut behind me. 
Before anyone could reply, a group of five or so men approached, talking loudly amongst themselves. One of them walked in front by one pace and pointed out Dean.
                          
"Hey, Ambrose. You got my money today?" The man's demeanour suggested that he was demanding, rather than asking. He wore an oversized jacket and a plain shirt, and stood with his arms folded, staring down Dean who looked briskly over his shoulder at Seth and I.
                          
"Uh, no. Not today. Tomorrow, yeah?" Dean mirrored his stance and eyed him sternly. The group of men mumbled between themselves before the frontman spoke up.
"Listen, kid, you bought from me three days ago. You bought a lot, I get it, it's a lot of money but if you don't keep up on payments then..." He raised an eyebrow, not feeling the need to finish his statement. 
                          
"I get it. But I can't talk right now," Dean glanced at me sideways and then back at the group, "I'll have it all by tomorrow." 
                          
Dean stalked away, leaving the Seth and I to follow quickly behind him. The group of men dispersed, walking in the other direction.
I tried to think of excuses for what that confrontation could have been about, but it was obvious. I caught up with Dean and walked beside him.
He looked at me and breathed deeply.
                          
"It's not what it looks like." He sighed, "I'm only distributing. I'm not using." 
                          
I tilted my head slightly,
"What do you mean?" 
He looked me up and down and then glanced away,
                          
"I mean, I buy from that guy, and I sell to other people. Not 'I buy from that guy and shoot it all up my arm'." Dean scowled slightly, seeming somewhat offended by my silent accusation.
                          
"Dude, I didn't ask. It's fine." I looked at the floor. Seth glanced between us, beyond confused. I left him to it and looked at my watch, "I should be getting back now anyways. You still want to stay at mine?" 
                          
Dean smiled softly and nodded slowly.
"If you don't mind." 
                          
I turned to Seth,
"And I suppose you can come over, if you must." I teased and grinned. Seth smiled and stepped towards us, falling into pace as we walked towards the exit.
                          
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