No Returns! [Open]

[Dell Wakeman]

Dell was gonna have to have some serious words with this kid and figure out just what happened to him before he came to The Trap. It sounded like he'd been treated damn badly by his previous Masters and if that was the case, Dell admired him for keeping such a fighting spirit for all this time. But just the thought of Jette expecting Dell to force him into sexual situations was enough to run a tremor of disgust through him. Despite the fact he was straight as a cage fighter can be, he liked to think that if he chose a sexual partner, they'd be just as willing. He sat on one of the bar stools and looked to his newest staff member, chuckling softly as he mentioned the smell.

"Sexual?.....are you kidding me? Jette...Ok, I appreciate that we've just met so you don't know me all that well yet. But you gotta understand something ok?" he sighed and bit at one of his piercings as he tried to figure out how to phrase it. "The way I see it, the only difference between you and the rest of my employees is that, unfortunately, you won't get wages. You'll be expected to work your shifts but whatever you do in your spare time is completely off your own back. You're gonna learn fast that I respect people Jette. If I want you to do something, I'm much more likely to ask you nicely than to force you. Hell, even if you refused, as long as I don't think you're doing it just to be a dick, I'll respect that and do it myself. I don't force people to do things."

He opened the door behind the bar and lead him upstairs to where the boy's room was. It wasn't huge but it certainly wasn't a box room. It fitted a double bed with a plush duvet and pillows, a desk, bookshelf, chest of drawers and wardrobe; all decorated in a subtle, stylish monochrome. Dell gestured to the room and smiled softly.

"This is your room. Mine is the one just next to it. That door is my office and that's the bathroom. The open archway goes to the kitchen. If you wanna grab a shower, I'll cook you up some dinner...anything you particularly fancy?" he asked, he knew the kid would take a while to trust Dell but he figured a little kindness wasn't exactly the worst remedy. "You'll find clean clothes in the wardrobe and toiletries in the bathroom...shampoo is under the sink. Just coz I don't personally use it, doesn't mean I don't own it."

[Jette]

Jette had been right- hearing Dell say it and sounding like he actually meant it helped him relax. Tension he hadn't noticed drained from his shoulders and he gave a small nod, moving to follow the other again as he moved upstairs. If he was just made to work every weekday night with no strings attached he'd probably never deny Dell a request- he wasn't about to do something stupid enough to get him sent back to the slave ring.

He took a long look in to what was now /his/ bedroom, marveling at it and wondering what it's purpose had been before he had arrived. Had Dell really gone to all this trouble for a slave, or had it previously been a guest room? It wasn't the biggest room he'd ever been given, but knowing it was his and he wouldn't be expected to perform sexual favors in it made it the best room he'd ever seen. And that bed looked awfully comfy... But a shower first. He didn't want to stink up his new room.

"I'll eat about anything, though if there's any meat I prefer mine sorta rare... Thank you, Dell." He offered the man a slight smile before he made his way in to the bathroom, closing the door before stripping. He took a moment to examine himself in the mirror, poking at his stomach and turning this way and that. He was a bit scrawny, but nothing a few days of steady food couldn't cure. Satisfied he turned his attention to the sink, pulling out the shampoo and taking a whiff of it- a tolerable smell, but he hoped that when he ran out he'd be able to go with Dell to get some more.

Shampoo and a washcloth in hand he made for the shower, toying with the knobs before stepping inside with a low sigh of pleasure. He loved hot showers and he took his time to make sure he scrubbed himself as clean as possible before he turned off the shower. Given the chance he probably would have stayed in longer, but he didn't know how long the hot water would last and didn't want to use it up in case Dell wanted a shower as well. He toweled himself off and wrapped the towel around his hips as he made for his room, feeling like a new man.

He took a quick moment to investigate all his drawers before he got dressed. The clothes were a bit bland but comfortable enough, and he decided quickly that his first bit of money was going towards expanding his wardrobe. There were places where used clothing was sold cheap and he was sure he could get the location of one from Dell easily enough. He didn't know where to find a brush so he finger-combed his hair out before he left the room, heading for the kitchen in search of Dell and his promised food.

[Dell Wakeman]

Dell watched as Jette admired the room and smiled, the kid really seemed to like his new living space. That was good, he'd decorated the old guest room just to make it seem more homely. He just hoped all these little home comforts would help Jette settle into his new environment; he seemed pretty content already. It was ridiculous how many people had brought him back, he seemed like a perfectly fine young man. He wandered into his own room to shirk off his jacket, hang it up and empty his pockets into the bedside table's drawer. After kicking off his shoes and feeling generally more at home, he headed into the kitchen to search for food.

To say that Dell kept a manly fridge would be an understatement. Anything that wasn't meat was a condiment or something to go with said meat. He looked in the fridge and smiled, yeah, Jette was gonna like living here. He took out an array of food and started up the grill. Mixed 14lb Grill sounded like heaven. He put the steak, pork rack, lamb shank and ribs in the oven, watching it carefully so he didn't overcook Jette's meal; that would be a bad start to say the least.. Just when it was starting to brown over, Dell took it off the top shelf and placed it on the bottom so it wouldn't cook but would stay warm. Then watched over his own until it was done. He plated up and heard Jette coming out of the shower as he put the food on the table. Just one more detail and he could safely say that this Welcome Dinner was complete. He searched in the fridge and brought out two bottles of lager, setting them by the plates.

"Dinner's up kid. Hope you like mixed grill." he called to him, sitting and starting on his own meal.

[Jette]

Jette's immediate reaction once he entered the kitchen was to take a large whiff of air- whatever they were eating definitely smelled delicious, his mouth was already watering. He looked at the plates before looking back to Dell, shrugging. "Never had anything called mixed grill, but it smells good to me." He sat as well, taking a large bite and chewing it as he reached for his bottle, eyeing the cap. He'd never really handled alcohol before, but it only took him a moment before he used the table to pop it off and take a sniff of the insides before taking a sip.

"Bleh. Is this dirty bubbly water?" He wrinkled his nose at the taste, pulling the bottle back to eye it uncertainly. Perhaps it had just gone bad, surely it wasn't meant to taste like this! He put it down and promptly ignored it, taking a few more bites to erase the taste. Being a raven, he had never really been too picky about what he ate, but what he drank was different. "And why are you calling me kid? I don't really mind it, I'm just curious..." Maybe it was just a humanoid thing, though Jette was beginning to get a little confused. Kid was a word for children... Was his form still a child's? He had thought he had reached maturity in this body.

[Dell Wakeman]

Dell watched over his own dinner as Jette tried the food and opened the lager. He was personally more of a scotch and whiskey fan but if you took whiskey over dinner, people tended to make the nasty assumption you were an alcoholic. For some reason, the same reputation wasn't gained with a lager. Besides, a tumbler of Jack Daniels was enough to make him a little aggressive in the cage... He smiled and chuckled softly, the kid thought it was bubbly water? So he'd never drunk before, he guessed that made sense. Ravens didn't have a tendency to get wrecked and slaves didn't get the treat from many masters.

"Nah, that's not dirty water. It's a drink called lager, you drink enough of it and you can get drunk. It's alcoholic...if you don't like it then I'll get you another drink." he looked to the young man before him as he asked about the little petname Dell had given him, "Why'd I call you kid? Well....hm...just it's a term I use for guys who're younger than myself. Just like you'll here me refer to my fighters as 'my boys'. It's just a habit, I guess; it's probably coz there are so many guys working here and so many that visit that I can't remember everyone's names and I started calling people kid and such then it just stuck."

He'd never really thought about it before, it wasn't so much a term of endearment as it was a term of familiarity and friendship. He was used to rushing around and recognizing people at a glance as worker or customer. He didn't always have time to stop and remember names when a horde of customers the size of the Red Sea crashed against the bar and demanded to be served all at once. He finished his food and sat back with a stretch before sipping his lager.

"How's the food?"