throws a rag at him. 'Take that outside,' he half-shouts, scowling.

blows out smoke in his face. "Or you'll what?"

grabs the cigar. 'I'll destroy your precious cigar'

yelps, attempting to grab it back. "Hey! I paid good money for that!"

raises the cigar above his head, 'You can smoke it out in the fresh air then'

scowls, crossing his arms. "This is my bar too, I can do what I want."

, 'You're going to annoy the customers and then you won't even half a bar.' He smirks, moving out of Alejandro's reach to try it, coughing_

afterwards.

rolls his eyes, smirking, holding out his hand for his cigar.

scowls, handing it over. 'I don't see why everyone is so goofy over those things. They're rotten'

scoffs, taking another drag of it. "Just cause you don't like 'em doesn't mean they ain't good."

doesn't say anything to that, changing the subject. 'Atleast pretend to do some work'

him a salute. "Aye aye, sir!"

scowls, 'Stop being a sap'

laughs. "Aye, sir, whatever you say~"

starts cleaning the glasses, not wanting to give Cuba the reaction he wants.

, however, determined to get his reaction and blows smoke in his face once more.

slams the glass against the table smashing it. 'Fuck off' he growls before looking at his hand and cursing. 'I hope someone takes you for a_

ride you prick'

blinks as Gergory breaks the glass. "...There was no need for that."

grumbles, 'I didn't mean it... fuck your annoying.' He moves off the the back and to the sinks.

snickers, taking over Gregory's position at cleaning cups. Or, at least, that's what it *looked* like.

returns after a while, his hand bandaged hapharzardly. 'I'm going out' he states, reaching for his jacket.

blinks. "Where are you going?"

, 'Out. We don't have an anti-septic left' It's a poor excuse as alcohol would do the trick just as well.

rolls his eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

grins, just to piss Alejandro off. He says'Try not to burn the bar down' before exiting the door, turning up his collar against the cold air

scoffs. "*I* wasn't the one who burned it down last time!"

heard that and opens the bar door to shout, 'Shut the fuck up before I buy a gun to shot your god damn fat ass'

scoffs, crossing his arms and shooting him a smirk. "Ha! I'd like to see you try!"

growls, 'What do you think I'm going out to buy?' He shuts the door after that, stomping off.

rolls his eyes, knowing Gregory wouldn't *actually* buy a gun.

sorely tempted to....but is just out to get some fresh air and maybe some food.

knew it. He goes around, cleaning the bar, actually getting some stuff done while Gregory is out.

returns a while later with antiseptic and some chinese food mildly shocked to see Cuba did something.

simply bored and had nothing else to do. Or something.

starts taking out the food and placing it on the bar. 'It's too quiet' he says, playing with the disposable chopsticks.

didn't buy any for Cuba.

nods. "No one's been here in a while." He immediately starts looking for a fork to steal Gregory's food.

protectively wraps an arm around his food. 'It's because they don't want to have to see your Ugly Mug'

successfully grabs a fork and tries to snatch his food. He scoffs. "You're just jealous."

moves it out of his reach, tutting. 'Of what? I can't see anything to be jealous of mate'

frowns and tries again. "Just because *you* can't see it, doesn't mean other people don't."

scoffs, letting him steal some. 'I can see it and it's not pretty. That's the problem!'

scowls at him, taking a bite of his food. "Well, your not particularly attractive, yourself."

grins lazily, 'I'm a whole damn sight better than you though and that's what counts.' He moves the food out of the Alejandro's way again.

scowls at him. "Shut up." He said, reaching for his food.

smirks, 'Get your own food'

scoffs. "why would I do that? Food cost money."

walks off to a table, taking the food with him. 'Starve then. Just means I'll own the bar all to myself.'

frowns. "No way! You're not getting rid of me *that* easiliy!"

easily*

sighs, smiling slightly, 'Shame~'