Jaytim Behind the Helm (Continuation)

Chapter One: Hot Mess

"Ah, the wine! Perfect, thank you." Jason smiles, changing the conversation. A henchman comes in with four wine glasses on a silver platter. Jason stands and plucks a glass, offering it to Tim first.

Tim accepts it. Red, delicious wine. God, Tim loved nothing more than reading a book at midnight with a glass of red wine in hand.

He hands the assistant and Mr. Yusuro a glass, and as Jason turns to return to his desk Tim can sense his glare, pointedly staring at him. Don't drink the wine. Tim spits the wine back into the glass. Guess he wasn't having a glass of wine today.

Jason sits back at his desk, and watches attentively as the man sips the glass. The assistant doesn't touch it.

"Delicious," Jason says, holding the bottle, looking it over. Tim glances down at Jason's drink. Why'd it look as if he'd drank some? Yusuro nods, and pointedly looks at his assistant, pressuring her to drink.

Tim carefully examines the consistency of the substance on his lips. What had Knight drugged the wine with? He watches Yusuro's expression change, as if he'd also realized that something was off with the consistency.

"Almost as if it'd been spiked," Jason murmurs almost indifferently. Tim raises a brow. Typically, you wouldn't out the fact that the drink's spiked. Tim stays quiet.

Yusuro and his assistant don't say a word. Tim casts a quick glance behind him, and Jason's beaming this hard, sexy smile. Busted.

"Care to tell me about the new substance you've concocted? Truly interesting stuff, huh?" Jason asks.

"Shit." The man hisses. The assistant pipes up, holding her clipboard closer to her chest.

"Y-You've poisoned us. You've poisoned us!" She stutters nervously. The man stands up angrily and turns on her. Her word choice, and that obvious aggression, totally just sold them out.

"Woah, hey there. Calm down. Your lady friend has nothing to do with this." Jason says, getting up himself. He's ecstatic.

"See, I tried to be nice. And what do nice, wealthy, dangerous people like me get?" Jason asks. Yusuro is silent.

"Mm.. Ignorant people who don't know what they're talking about?" Stray asks, stretching. Jason's smile goes wider, and his eyes glisten.

"Not only that, but I'll get 60% equity now, won't I? I mean, it's only fair since I just happen to have the cure right here," he holds up two pills. Tim's eyes flash. He must've been able to recreate the cure Harley gave him on his own after he left a few days ago... the pills looked exactly the same. Which meant Jason had been correct; this man did have something to do with it. "Hmm, and perhaps the chemical will be taken out? And.. if, you know, I'm lucky, the supplier's name will be written down."

The assistant begins furiously scribbling on her notepad, quickly ripping off a piece of paper and handing it to the Knight. He gives her the pill, and she swallows it quickly.

The man goes red in the face and says nothing. In a sick, twisted way, it was almost fun to see these people get what they deserved. How many have they already killed? Jason slams his hand on the desk, making Tim jump.

"You don't want to die, do you?" Knight growls, shouting. "Imagine how it fucking feels to die. To suffocate? You want to do that?" Jason pops a gun off his belt and loads it, aiming for his head. The assistant screams, cowering to the ground.

"This is the same thing. The same thing as getting shot. The fact you don't realize how sucking on your supposed painkillers is worse than getting shot in the head, then you're mistaken. Unless you want to live it out yourself?"