Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
Livin' La Vida Loca
Posts: 93
|
Post by Connie Buchannon on Nov 18, 2009 0:48:31 GMT -5
ConnieConnie sat in the non-descript rental car in the parking lot behind the bar call The Pit. She was steadying her nerves. Getting ready to do something she knew was not going to be pleasant. Not that she was afraid, hell no. It was just that she was in a precarious position and she needed some help. Which meant she needed to talk to someone that she really hadn't intended on meeting face to face again. However, it seemed she had no choice. If she wanted to find Dare, this was the best place to start.
Connie had just arrived in New Orleans a few hours ago. She hadn't even gotten a place to stay yet. This seemed more important to her. The Pit, a biker bar in the heart of New Orleans. Owned by none other than Ilani Moonblood. The sister of Connie's estranged husband. Things were complicated enough already. Connie knew her showing up was going to be a shocker. Ilani already hated Dare, for the life he had chosen. Blamed him for things that weren't really his doing. But, that's kind of how things went in this family. Connie knew first hand.
Here's kind of how things shook out at the moment. Ilani hated Dare, Dare hated Connie, Ilani hated Connie, probably even more than she hated Dare or even more than Dare hated Connie. Pretty much Connie was the common denominator with the hate there. Which she knew she had brought on herself but in her own defense she was duped into it. She sighed. None of that mattered now. The fact was, she needed to find Dare, Ilani was the best way to do that.
Pushing the car door open Connie got out and slammed the door shut. Taking a deep breath she made a quick assessment of her outfit. Low riding black leather pants, a silky red cropped camisole, a black leather bomber jacket and black platform boots. Her long brown hair was shiny and fell softly around her shoulders. She looked good and she knew it. Couldn't walk in on an old friend looking frumpy now could she?
Stuffing her hands into the pockets of the jacket she walked purposefully through the parking lot to the front sidewalk. Then down the walk to the front door of the bar. Pausing for a moment she took a quick look around. Pretty typical it seemed as far as bars of this type went. She could hear the music pumping from outside. Luckily it seemed the Ilani wasn't standing guard over the front door so she walked up to the bouncer and gave him a high wattage smile. He let her in without question. She gave her ass a little wiggle as she walked past him for a reward. A smirk on her face as she walked up to the bar.
Scanning the place quickly she didn't immediately see Ilani. So she got the bartenders attention. First she ordered a tall glass of Jim Beam. Waiting as he poured the drink, she passed him some cash and gave him the same smile she gave the bouncer before she spoke up. "I hear that a Ms. Ilani Moonblood owns this joint? I'm an old friend. Do you think it would be possible to get a message to her. Just let her know that Connie is here. I think that will be sufficient. But, if she does ask... you can tell her Buchannon is the last name." Connie smirked a bit wickedly. Not sure why she gave the Buchannon name. It certainly wasn't the name she used anymore. For some reason she felt the urge to twist the knife a bit. Maybe if she got Ilani riled up and off kilter a bit Connie would be able to at least get her talking. It was quite possible that Ilani would just refuse to see her. Ticking her off would make sure she came to see her. Even if only to yell at Connie and throw her out of the bar.
|
|
Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
Posts: 3
|
Post by Ilani Moonblood on Nov 19, 2009 0:26:48 GMT -5
Ah, the sweet smell of an opening. Standing atop her bar counter, Ilani surveyed the surrounding dancers like a queen watching over her subjects. It wasn’t really a rowdy night, and for that she was thanking God, the Devil and whoever the hell else was upstairs, laughing at the bikers who went nuts the other night and smashed a whole through the window.
It was really because of her loyal employees, some duck tape and a whole hell of a lot of deep breathing that she hadn’t hunted those fuckers down and put their heads through a sewage grate. Well, that and impending incarceration, but still. She loved her bar, and she’d kill anybody who messed with it.
Yeah, she was a controlling little monster. But she was proud of it, babe.
As the band on stage ramped up to a fast tune, she moved to the music, arms up and head rolled back. As usual, she had her steel toed boots on, along with a Nickelback T, a miniskirt and coffin hairpieces keeping bright yellow streaked hair out of her face.
God, she loved it when Smokey, the current lead singer of The Devil’s Fiddler Band, went into those high notes. Talk about a raspy voice making her muscles slowly relax.
…Muscles that immediately went into overdrive, when one of her bouncers hopped up onto the bar to whisper in her ear.
“WHAT?!” Even though the current song blasting through the bar’s speakers was loud enough to make the walls shake, her voice practically boomed over the crowd- and damn if her throat didn’t pay for it. Eyes wide, Jimmy, said bouncer, hopped off of the bar and scurried toward the door. Watching him move, she felt every hair on the back of her neck stand at attention and like a magnet, her eyes were drawn to a figure reclining oh-so-nonchalantly at the bar a few feet down.
Her bar. Connie Pancero, her brother’s “ex-wife,” was in her bar. Alive, and looking as smug as she always did.
Now, Ilani frowned on fights in her bar…hell, she’d be generous; she went freaking berserk when anyone broke her rules. She’d chalk it up to bad genes from Daddy Dangerous back home, but it really made her crazy when customers came in looking for a good time, and ended busting up furniture instead. While she liked a good show of violence every now and again, she really didn’t appreciate them happening in her bar, around innocent, lawsuit minded people.
But hell if she didn’t find herself hopping off of the bar, reaching across the counter to grab a beer bottle and smashing the poor thing against the side, until she was holding a makeshift shank, with pieces of glass at her booted feet. The crowd around the bar parted like the Red Sea, and a steady line of people began to trickle out the front door.
Obviously, it wasn’t safe to be around an enraged Ilani Moonblood, when she’s had a few beers in her. And boy, if the look on the woman’s face could kill…
“Connie Pancero,” She said, a wolfish grin on her face. She held the jagged bottle loosely at her side, and regarded the woman in front of her in a fake friendly manner. “It’s been oh-so-long, hasn’t it? Ah, you do bring back memories…late night parties, tourist runs…a slash’n’grab or two…” Referring to some of the more dangerous hold up’s that some of the boys performed—throat slashing and pocket picking—the bottle went up a few inches. “I still remember how to make it slow, I think. And painful. So if you don’t tell me why the fuck you’re in my bar, I’m gonna slit you from ear to ear.”
|
|
Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
Livin' La Vida Loca
Posts: 93
|
Post by Connie Buchannon on Nov 19, 2009 4:37:43 GMT -5
ConnieConnie sat at the bar, a smirky little smile playing on her lips as she thought. Taking a long drink from her glass as she wondered just what was going to happen in the next few minutes. Connie let her finger tip roll around the edge of the glass as she waited. It didn't take long before she knew that her arrival had been announced.
As she heard the wailing voice that wafted across the room, amazing that it cut through the blaring music that filled the place. Connie couldn't help but chuckle a little bit while she took another sip of her drink. A turn of her head in the direction the voice came from and she was rewarded with the sight of her "sister-in-law" cutting a path through the crowd like a hot knife through butter with a broken bottle gripped tight in her hand.
Connie remained seated for the moment. Her face not betraying emotion, staying calm but slightly smirking. Then the other woman practically spat out her name and sarcastically greeted her with "fond" memories of their past. When the ranting started to wind down and Ilani got to the threatening part, Connie twisted her body on the bar stool so she could fully face the raving woman. Tilting her head down slightly she took in the jagged bottle in Ilani's hand, then peered up at the woman and raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, well. So nice to see you too Sunny. What's it been... something like six years now?" Lifting her drink Connie drained the last of the contents and set the empty glass back down on the bar. Letting out a sigh she stood up and held her hands up to indicate she wanted to call a truce of some sort. She was there for a reason, she might as well get straight to the point. "Look Sunny, I didn't come in here to cause trouble. To be honest in fact, I'd really rather not be here at all. You have to know I wouldn't have come to you if it wasn't important. I need to find Dare. I heard he's in town." Connie stood their, staring straight back at Ilani. The same stubborn defiant look etched on both their faces. Of course, at the moment, Ilani really did look like she wanted to cut her throat. Connie could take care of herself if it came to that. She hoped it wouldn't, but it would be interesting to see who would come out on top if they got into it. Though, Connie was no dummy and she knew she was on Ilani's turf. This wasn't the place to put that to the test with her being at the disadvantage. So... Connie folded her arms and kept her eyes on the wild eyed woman in front of her.
|
|
Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
Posts: 3
|
Post by Ilani Moonblood on Nov 19, 2009 22:30:35 GMT -5
((Dare used with permission))
Well, Ilani had to hand it to the woman; she sure did have a set. She just knew that there was a kick ass expression on her face, and the bottle clutched in her hand was obviously a statement of intent. The band, being up on the high stage, had finished their latest song and busied themselves with tuning instruments. The rest of her clients either filtered out, or kept a good distance between themselves and the woman near the bar…
And damn, just the sight of retreating backs made her eyes twitch. She didn’t like fighting in her bar, but just looking at the woman made her want to punch a hole in the dang wall.
Talk about a smack in the face from the past. Just looking at Connie’s smirking face- man, did she look so cynical; gone was the mischievous glint to her eyes, replaced by an almost calculating glimmer- she was brought back to her teenage years on the streets. When Storm was alive and joking around the house, Mama making dinner each night, Dare coming home late at night with a dark haired girl on his arm and a baby strapped to his chest…
God, she didn’t need this. She didn’t want to remember all that, and especially what happened afterwards.
Slowly, her mind came back to the present as Connie’s voice cut through the memories. Jesus, she was looking for DARE? And came to her for information? Hell, forget having big cazones; she was either insane, or really freaking stupid.
“It’s Ilani now,” She said, eye twitching at the sound of the old name. Ah, yes, Sunny Buchannon; the stupid little girl from the past. Definitely not going to go there anymore. “And yeah, it has been a while, hasn’t it? Too bad it couldn’t be longer.”
Blinking, she could only stare at Connie for a minute. Then, as if the woman had said something hysterical, Ilani started to laugh. “You want…you want to see Dare?” She managed after a few seconds, practically gasping for breath. “And you want ME to tell you where he is? Oh my God, I think I just busted a kidney. You’re a funny lady, Connie…if not a lying, cheating, backstabbing little ho. Why don’t you go fuck off and die now? Thanks so much for dropping by. Get the hell out of my bar.”
Still gasping and shaking her head, she made a show of setting the broken bottle down on the counter, presenting her ex-gang mate with her back. Probably not a good idea, but Connie would really have to fall into the stupid category if she tried attacking in a room filled with her friends.
---
Outside and completely ignorant to what was going on inside the bar, a man leaned sideways against a building across the street from The Pit. Idly, he lit a cigarette, shifting booted feet until he could rest his head against molding brick. Man, had it already been two weeks since he’d arrived, and he hadn’t gotten the nerve to go see his sister yet? He was definitely losing it…and the boys wouldn’t have let him live things down if it were ever to get out.
Then again, this was Ilani that he was dealing with. If anyone knew anything about The Butcher’s past, they’d know to fear his deceivingly slip of a sister. ‘Ol Johnny was still limping from the day he’d cheated on her…
Ever muscle stiffened as the sound of feet pattering caught his attention. Holy crap, was that people spilling out of the front door? Brows knitting, he pushed himself off of the wall and took a step forward.
When the hell did The Pit ever close early? And did that group of women actually look SCARED? What was going down in there?
And, more importantly, how did it involve his sister?
It took him less than a minute to decide what he was going to do next. While Ilani might hate his ass, had enough bouncers available to snap his neck in two and probably had a shotgun behind the bar to boot, maybe this was the perfect way to get back into his sister’s good graces.
Why not show up, play the hero and show her that he wasn’t the douchebag she thought he was? Hell, it sounded great in theory.
But definitely not in practice.
Charging through the throng of people filing out of the front door, Dare prepared himself for the worst; for a bar fight, a stick up…hell, even a ghost going nuts on the place would have been expected over this one.
Connie Pancero, his ex-wife and the one lady he’d ever really loved, was in Ilani’s bar. And, if he’d heard the last part of his sister’s statement, she was looking for him. Holy. Shit.
He stood on the edge of the crowd, not noticed by Ilani, as her back was turned, and from his position, he could see both women perfectly. The years had been good to his sister, who still had those girlish looks…and God in Heaven, they’d been freaking ecstatic with Connie. Just like the first time he saw her out on the streets, picking pockets and flirting with his friends, his heart stopped.
And that was just about when he turned about face and charged right back out of the bar. Ilani looked like she had this one covered. Yeah, yeah.
|
|
Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
Livin' La Vida Loca
Posts: 93
|
Post by Connie Buchannon on Nov 20, 2009 1:49:45 GMT -5
Connie Connie let out a long breath as she watched the patrons of the bar start making their mass exodus. She rubbed her forehead trying to ward off the headache that was coming. It was all she could do to keep herself under control. She understood Sunny's feelings... She knew in her heart that if the situation were reversed she'd be doing the same thing... or worse.
Watching as flashes of emotion flitted across Ilani's face. Connie wondered what she was remembering. It wasn't all bad back then. At least not till Connie had fucked up big time. Fell into a trap, believed some bullshit from a loser who sweet talked her when she was lonely. When she really should have just trusted her own instincts. It had been the biggest mistake of her life.
Connie stood steely eyed as Sunny reiterated that she was Ilani now. And continued to berate Connie about her unhappiness with her showing up in her bar. Connie huffed out a breath as Ilani started to laugh at her. The seeming insanity of Connie's actions. She let the other woman continue. To be honest it hadn't been as bad as Connie expected. They hadn't come to blows... YET.
Still Connie maintained her composure as best she could. While Ilani told her in no uncertain terms what she could do with herself and to get the hell out of her bar. She watched as Ilani calmly set the bottle down and turned her back on her. Taking a deep breath in Connie had to hold on tight to keep a grip on herself. Resisting the urge to lunge after the woman. It was the ultimate insult to turn your back like that. Both Connie and Ilani knew that. Breathing in and out slowly Connie spoke tersely through a clenched jaw to the woman's back. "Yeah... I NEED to see Dare. Come off it Sun... Ilani, do you think I'd have waltzed in here if it wasn't something major. Damn it, think about it Sunny. Fucking Christ... I'm not out to fuck him over. I need to see him. I need his help. AND... It's not just for me..." Connie stopped talking mid-sentence. Her jaw dropping open as she blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She had come there to ask about Dare. Trying to find him... But she sure as shit didn't expect him to come strolling through the door just as she happened to be paying his sister a visit. Sure as shit though there he was. Not only had he just walked in, the son of a bitch apparently saw what was going down and was bolting back toward the exit. Connie rolled her eyes and her attention shifted from worrying about Sunny/Ilani and yelled out at Dare's retreating back while she spun on her heal and started to head in his direction. "GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!! Oh no you don't. DARIEN BUCHANNON you get your sorry frickin' ASS BACK HERE." Pretty sure the sound of her voice wasn't going to hep matters let alone stop him from trying to extract himself from the situation she took off at a dead run after him.
Pushing her way through the crowd of people who had started exiting the bar. They had now decided to mill around the entrance and she shoved more than one person out of her way a little harder than necessary as she moved to catch up with Dare. Finally coming up behind him she touched his shoulder cautiously. Not stupid enough to actually try to grab him and put her hands on him to forcefully. At least not unless she had no choice. "DARE!! Stop, Please... Just hear me out. I'm just here to talk to you. I NEED your HELP... Which I KNOW seems completely insane. Why would you help me. Well, I can think of at least ONE reason." Hoping that would get his attention she waited. Her hand was still resting on his shoulder and he was still facing away from her. She felt like her head was about to explode. She knew this wasn't going to be easy when she had first decided to go this route, but the enormity of how hard it really was suddenly hit her. There was so much history between them. Good things and bad... the bad at this point far outweighing the good, but she had one little inkling of hope that the good was something that was still there, even if it was buried deep beneath a pile of crap. If it wasn't she was screwed.
|
|
Darien Buchannon ☠
Admin
Unique Storm Caller The gangbanger, penitent murderer and all around nice guy... who's being driven insane by Connie. But he loves it.
I make the gang life look good...
Posts: 143
|
Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Nov 21, 2009 23:16:52 GMT -5
Hell no. Hell FUCKING no, he wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t going to look into that goddamn face, listen to that goddamn voice and let himself fall into another goddamn hole, just waiting for the dirt to get piled on. God, he could just feel his limbs getting heavy, confusion clouding his mind…the piano wire tightening around his neck, pain cutting through everything until all he could think about was getting another in another breath…would anyone be sad when he was gone…
As Connie’s arm caught his shoulder, instinct had him reeling around, hand balled into a fist and lips pulled back in a snarl. His free hand went around that soft little throat, using new found leverage to toss her up against the side of a building. Blood pounded in his ears, and for the first time in a very long time, he thought he might actually enjoy taking a life.
That was when it started to rain.
With a muttered curse- the zing of electricity as lightning struck a rooftop, the frightened gasps of people walking outside, the clash, bang, ENERGY of the rain itself colliding in the clouds he’d just charged- he let her go and forced himself to take deep breaths.
DARE!! Stop, Please... Just hear me out. I'm just here to talk to you. I NEED your HELP... Which I KNOW seems completely insane. Why would you help me. Well, I can think of at least ONE reason.
The words penetrated the jumble of confusion, anger and- holy SHIT- the strange elation at seeing that familiar face again, and he took a step back, chest heaving as he took her in.
She hadn’t changed too much, over the years. Just like when she was in the bar, face lit by overhead lights and mouth pulled down in a frown as she’d watched his sister, she was beautiful in the shadows. There were signs of maturity and more world-wariness…but Jesus, it was Connie. Almost automatically, heart thumping loud in his ears, he looked around for the little girl that almost always stalked her mother’s legs.
“Maria’s not here,” He said, after a minute. It was still too much; the past’s little punch in the gut. As his little girl’s innocent face flashed through his mind, another one followed, and Dare took another step back. Shock was immediately replaced with anger, and he instinctively settled into a defensive stance.
“What the fuck makes you think I’d help your sorry ass, Pancero?” The words came shooting out in a growl, using her maiden name to emphasize their separation. “I thought I paid you to stay the fuck away. You here to pay me back? Just do it and leave.”
…”One reason…” Crap, he knew exactly what that reason was, and hell if it didn’t make him grit his teeth and stay where he was.
All he could say was thank you Jesus that he was in New Orleans, where his reputation was pretty much a fuzzy rumor, and not back in New York. He’d just frikken RUN from his frikken ex. Talk about signing a guy’s death warrant.
|
|
Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
Livin' La Vida Loca
Posts: 93
|
Post by Connie Buchannon on Nov 22, 2009 10:24:17 GMT -5
ConnieConnie steeled herself when she felt his body shift under the hand on his shoulder. It wasn't completely unexpected. There was a time when you knew you just had to keep your mouth shut and take what was coming to you. This was one of those times.
All she could do is stare back at him as his hand gripped her throat. Feeling the brick wall of the building pressing into her back. Her teeth clenched, forcing her face into a blank mask. She could see the seething anger in his face. From the corner of her eye she saw the fist that was ready to strike.
Her breathing came heavy, but shallow. With the pounding in her chest she thought it might explode. She tried to swallow but couldn't because of his hold on her. Bracing herself she waited for the punch, to come. Though he had never raised a hand to her before while they were together, she knew she deserved whatever was coming. But it didn't happen...
That was when it started to rain.
It more than just started to rain. A sudden massive thunderstorm seemed to appear out of no where. Connie saw the look on Dare's face change. There was a shift in his expression that seemed strange to her. Something more than his just being angry with her.
As he let her go she slumped back against the wall, her hand automatically moving to rub her neck where he'd held her. Still keeping her face impassive she watched him as he backed off a few steps.
For a moment they were both standing there, almost mirror images of each other. Rain pouring down, soaking them to the bone. Both of them heaving in great gasping breaths as their eyes stayed transfixed on the other. Lost in their own thoughts that were most likely very similar as well.
Those eyes that had melted her heart so long ago. His hair was a little shaggier, his face a little scruffier. A few more tattoos and she was sure, more than a few more scars were hidden under his clothes. No doubt he was assessing her right now. She wondered what he was thinking. She'd practically been a little girl when they had met. Sixteen years old, he was her first lover as well as the only man she truly loved.
Connie let out a low growl as she fought back the waves of nostalgia and emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. God damm fucking feelings that she didn't know what to do with. She bit down on her lip, narrowing her eyes at him. No matter how much she knew she had screwed up, now was not the time to be weak. Someday she hoped to be able to tell him everything, about what had happened, make him understand... But that time was not now.
Watching as his eyes continued to roll over her. The anger still etched on his face. Then suddenly it changed again, slightly. What was it? Hurt? Pain? That she saw in his eyes? “Maria’s not here,” His words caught her off guard. Pulled her back into the reality of the moment. She saw the anger come back and tense his body as he stood glaring at her. Connie shook her head and had to take another deep breath before she could answer. "No, she's not here. What do you think I'm stupid?" Connie managed to force out the words. Knowing he wouldn't know the real reason she wasn't here. Not just here at the bar, but not even in New Orleans at the moment. “What the fuck makes you think I’d help your sorry ass, Pancero?”
“I thought I paid you to stay the fuck away. You here to pay me back? Just do it and leave.” Connie let out a sigh. His words piercing her heart, just like she knew he had intended them too. This was what she had come for though, she couldn't let it go now. She shifted her attitude a bit. Time to pull the old Brooklyn Connie back out to get through this bit. It was time to play her big card. She gave him a snarky smirk. "You paid me to leave New York. And I did that. I left my home, everything I'd ever known and stayed away. I kept up my end of the bargain." Her voice had started to come out in a snarl as she went on. She paused, breathing in and out a few times before she continued. "I haven't bothered you for years Dare. I wouldn't be here now if I thought there was another way. You're not stupid either, you know I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. If it was just me, I'd deal with it on my own... But with this... They might go after Maria to get to me. We need to talk Dare... This isn't the place to do it." That was the bottom line. Now he knew she was in trouble, the kind of trouble where they went after you nearest and dearest to hurt you. She wonder if he realized that he was still the only one she trusted.
|
|
Darien Buchannon ☠
Admin
Unique Storm Caller The gangbanger, penitent murderer and all around nice guy... who's being driven insane by Connie. But he loves it.
I make the gang life look good...
Posts: 143
|
Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Nov 22, 2009 15:41:10 GMT -5
Goddamn, this was really turning out to be one helluva night. First he goes and makes himself into some pansy, standing outside his sister’s bar without the gazones to go inside and talk to her. Then, he practically ran away from his ex, as if SHE were someone he was frikken afraid of…and then he’d almost hit her.
He was a Butcher; right hand to the psycho leader himself and definitely no angel of a man. But when it came to every day conduct…well, even a monster had a few rules. Personally, Dare refused to let himself, or his boys, hurt anyone who couldn’t fight back, including women, children and old people. A retired mobster with a walker and some breathing tube didn’t count, ‘cause the guy probably had enough guns up his sleeve to cut down a Fed, but women? Kids? The little old lady trying to make it across the street before the taxis got a green light? Hell no.
And if word got back that any of ‘em tried? Dare was the first one over their house, smashing their frikken head against the edge of a toilet bowl.
So when he caught himself ready to start beating Connie about the face and neck…damn, if he didn’t want to start banging his own head against the brick behind her. She was the woman who broke him in so many ways…but God, was he really turning into the cold monster that his sister claimed he was?
Even though he’d expected Maria to be tucked away somewhere, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth against the twang in his chest. God…his little girl would be about ten now. Did she have her mother’s eyes? Her father’s temper? Hopefully not Grandpa’s ugly mug…and damn, talk about the ‘stupid’ comment making him grimace. Not knowing exactly why she’d come, it was so easy to think that Maria was keeping their daughter away, in fear of some of her Daddy rubbing off.
He really wasn’t that bad a guy. He really wasn’t…or so he liked to tell himself.
At that snarky little smirk, he felt his muscles tighten to exploding degrees. “’They’?” He repeated, eye twitching a bit. A picture was starting to form in his mind, and the sky above rumbled as he placed his daughter’s name alongside ‘they’ and the obvious emotion in Connie’s voice. “Who the fuck’s after you now, Con? Another guy you tried to help kill?”
Taking a step closer to her, he shoved his hands into his pockets. God, get a grip, Dare. Deep breaths, or he’d cause another goddamn tsunami…
“You just couldn’t stay in AC and live a quiet life, could you? You just had to piss someone off…and this time, you drag Maria into it. Jesus, Connie. You never did have any goddamn common sense.” He shoved a hand through his hair and cast a look out at the street around them. The rain had soaked him through, but he could hardly feel it. “So, you need my help now. Awesome. Just do me a favor and shut the hell up ‘til we get somewhere off the street. Somewhere public.”
|
|
Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
Livin' La Vida Loca
Posts: 93
|
Post by Connie Buchannon on Nov 22, 2009 18:05:33 GMT -5
ConnieConnie eyed Dare warily as she stood there starting to shiver, soaking wet while the rain still fell. She wrapped her arms around herself to try and keep warm. She closed her eyes for a moment when she saw his eye twitch. Knowing very well what that meant. Opening them again she met his gaze once more. It was like a fucking stand off between the two of them. Both of them too proud, too stubborn and had been too hurt by the other to give in. Then suddenly the thunder roared above them again, just before Dare spoke. Connie peer up at the sky and then back down at Dare. “Who the fuck’s after you now, Con? Another guy you tried to help kill?” Connie didn't answer. She just glared back at him. Her lips starting to tremble as much from the turmoil of emotion as the cold. She tightened her jaw and pursed her lips to stop them from betraying her weakened state. When he moved up to her she stood her ground. Not flinching. “You just couldn’t stay in AC and live a quiet life, could you? You just had to piss someone off…and this time, you drag Maria into it. Jesus, Connie. You never did have any goddamn common sense.” Connie cocked her head to the side. Her eyes narrowed to slits as her blood boiled inside her. Wanting to lash out at him both physically and verbally. Maybe it wasn't worth it to have come looking for him. She was just about to launch into her own tirade about how he had no idea what she'd been through. When he spoke again. “So, you need my help now. Awesome. Just do me a favor and shut the hell up ‘til we get somewhere off the street. Somewhere public.” Holding her tongue, the bitter retort she was about to spring on him. She nodded tersely. Trying to remember to breath as she barely held herself together. "Agreed. We need to get the hell of the street. Can we go somewhere I can get a fucking towel or something before I freeze my god damn ass off. You gotta motel around here somewhere? I'm sure you do, close to Sunny's place. Don't worry, I'm not going to try something stupid." Taking a quick look around the area she spotted the familiar signs of 'motel row' not far away. It was the same 'motel row' every other downtown city had. Taking the chance he wasn't going to chew her hand off she reached out and grabbed him by the wrist and started tugging him in that direction.
(thread continued in the hotel/motel section: link to be added when started)
|
|
Connie Buchannon
*Civilian*
Aka, 'Mrs. Butcher,' and one of the toughest ladies on the block. She's street smart, won't hesitate to protect her family...and is current driving her ex-gangster hubby insane. But he don't mind: if it's off to Lala Land for him, why not get sent by a beauty like his Connie?
Livin' La Vida Loca
Posts: 93
|
Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 3, 2009 8:28:48 GMT -5
|
|