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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 10, 2009 19:23:24 GMT -5
For the next two days, Dare floated around like some cartoon character on a cloud of hearts. And pillows, beds, the couch, carpets, bathroom tiles, Connie’s naked…er, yeah. It was safe to say that he was one happy guy, being enlightened to his current position and finding a woman who didn’t mind it. Ever since looking down at a few pictures led to a night of such charged closeness, Dare just couldn’t get enough of having that sweet body so close to his.
And so, they’d created the nicest little schedule: room service in the morning, and he’d jump her as she tried to convince him to go outside. After that was done, they’d talk about some strategic ideas, order room service again…and then he’d be on her like a crazy person. Maybe there was something in the food? Or something about that little portable cart, but whenever it came out, he was ready for another round.
God, there just wasn’t anything like hearing his name screamed by the one woman who made his chest feel funny. Not to mention, the only person on this good earth who could drink him under the table. Now THERE was a sexy sight; a little thing, meeting his dare and inhaling half a bottle of straight vodka.
Now on the third day of his little meeting with Connie, aka ‘The Extremely Sexy Blast from the Past,’ Dare found himself strolling easily down the warm New Orleans street, hands in his pockets and arm hugged by the woman herself. For the first time in forever, he felt a sense of ease, as they moved through the crowds. His mind was still alert, still looking for suspicious faces that screamed ‘Ray,’ and making sure that they always had an alleyway handy for a quick getaway. He’d chosen the roundabout way to The Pit, knowing that the route had enough fire escapes and crowded restaurants to make even James Bond happy with the situation.
And through it all, something nibbled at the back of his head. Forget the fact that he was sleeping with a woman he’d, only a week before, hated more than anyone he’d ever met- not to mention all these feelings of warm fuzzies whenever she was near- his mind was completely content to ignore the real world consequences of the situation. He knew that Connie wanted to do that womanly ‘talk’ thing; yammer about Maria, about their future, about forgiveness and blah, blah. And, so far- or so he liked to think- he’d done a pretty good job keeping her mind off of things.
Instant gratification; that was his motto. Pops was right about one thing, if anything; dealing with the bad seriously cramped a guy’s style. He liked where he was, he liked being with her…wasn’t that enough?
It would be for now.
As The Pit came into view, Dare sighed and slowed, ducking his head a bit. “You know, this’ a bad idea,” He grumbled, stopping for a second to glare at a bunch of old people giving them curious stares. “Ilani can take care of herself. Do we REALLY have to go and talk to her? She’s more likely to shoot the both of us on sight than anything else. Can’t we just call her? Send her an email? Text? PLEASE?”
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Connie Buchannon
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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?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 11, 2009 9:37:07 GMT -5
ConnieConnie knew what Dare had been doing for the last couple days. Not that she really minded. She enjoyed the carnal distractions as much as he did. They were laughing and enjoying themselves, there was nothing wrong with that. However, she knew he was avoiding thinking of what would soon become a reality. What were they going to do when the problem with Ray was taken care of? Well all of that would have to wait now. Today they were on their way to The Pit. The lovely little establishment owned by one Ilani Moonblood, who of course is Dare's sister. Who of course, pretty much hates them both. With Connie being number one on the hit list. It's also the place where this little reunion all started a few days ago, in a none too pleasant way.
They were quiet most of the way. Connie holding onto Dare's arm as they walked. The strange illusion that they were just a normal happy couple walking the streets of New Orleans. Connie pursed her lips together as they approached the bar and Dare started to talk. Voicing his doubts again about them coming here to talk to Ilani. They had already been through all this so Connie just sighed and glanced at him while they continued to walk. "Yes, we REALLY DO have to go talk to her. You think I'm thrilled with the idea? The damn woman greeted me with a broken beer bottle and wanted to cut my throat. But she's a connection to you and me and she's highly visible in this town. I mean I went to her to find you. You think Ray's not gonna use the same easily accessible conduit of information?" Frowning a bit now Connie slowed down as they got closer to the entrance. This was going to be difficult for both of them, hell for all three of them. Family sure could be a pain in the ass sometimes. Tugging on Dare's arm she stopped walking and turned to Dare. "Besides, didn't you come here to see her? To try and make amends with her in some way? It's been what, weeks since you've been in town and haven't gotten up the guts to even talk to her? Well... Isn't this just the perfect opportunity then for you to use my sorry ass as an excuse. Put the blame on me... Con's in trouble, which blah blah blah, means Ilani needs to be careful herself. Maybe she'll just hate me more but be grateful to you for coming to tell her. OR... She could just shoot us both, you never know with your sister. But we still have to go in there." With that said she pulled on his arm and started walking again. Heading straight for the front entrance. She breezed through the door like there was nothing in the world wrong. Just another couple going into the bar for a drink.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 15, 2009 14:53:04 GMT -5
With a martyred sigh, Dare allowed himself to be dragged along toward the bar. Connie did have a point; as he’d only been in town for a few weeks, Ilani was the safest bet for any kind of intel they needed. Even if she’d demand an arm and two eyeballs in return for her help.
Grumbling, he tapped a finger against his thigh and glared at the building behind her. He was so tempted to come out and say the real reason why he was there, but the thought of ‘well, I’m really here to make up with Ilani and see if she has some kind of way to cope with the fact that whenever I get pissed off, the sky opens up,’ just didn’t sound right.
Hell, he was just getting warm fuzzies about the feeling of his arm around her shoulders, and that fondly tolerant expression on her face. He really didn’t need to see a look of stark disbelief, and/or fear to replace it.
If there was one thing he never wanted Connie to be, it was afraid of him. Hell, he got that whole bag of ‘respectful’ crap from the boys back home. With her, he was human…not some dumb ass con who liked to rape women and beat on unsuspecting tourists, or some shit like that.
Grabbing her arm before she could walk too far into the bar, Dare let loose a loud sigh and jerked her back against him. Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her hard, thumb massaging the bare skin of her arm, as his free hand held her hips steady against his. “Alright. Now I’m ready.” Then, with a little growl, he pulled back and went to shoulder into the bar.
Shoulders back and face pulled into its usual pleasant mask, the ex-con sauntered into the room. “Yo, Ilani, it’s me! I come in piece, so put down whatever shotgun you’ve got trained on my goddamn head and give us ten minutes. We’ve gotta talk.”
His mouth was open to go on, to start in on the whole situation right there, before his crazy ass sister could take a broken bottle to HIS neck…but he never actually got the chance.
Sitting at the far left, in what was left of a broken booth, Ilani sat facing him, her mouth drawn into a tight line. Cool as could be, she looked over at Dare and Connie, hands folded in her lap and completely calm…given that there was a gun pressed up against the side of her head. Sitting next to her and leaning back against the booth, cigarette in his mouth and stocky body clad in what had to be a very expensive suit, Ray- it had to be the man, with the way he was looking at Connie- only smiled.
“You’re right,” Ilani said, voice a bit taut, as she glared at them, twitching with the barely repressed urge to start yelling. “We’ve REALLY gotta talk.”
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Connie Buchannon
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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?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 15, 2009 23:22:58 GMT -5
ConnieConnie's step stuttered as Dare pulled her back just as they got inside the bar. When he kissed her deeply, her heart flip flopped a little and her arm got goosebumps where his thumb rubbed against it. When he pulled away she blinked in surprise. Sure they had been all over each other for the last few days back at the hotel but, that was in private. This was a public display of affection, in his sister's bar no less and who knew who would have witnessed the action. Not that when they were together as a couple before did he ever have a problem with public affection. It just seemed rather odd now due to their interesting circumstances.
She was still a bit dazed as she followed along behind him and he gave a shout out for Ilani. Connie almost bumped into him when he fell quiet and stopped short. Looking up she was snapped out of her reverie at the sight that was in front of her. A groan escaped her as she saw Ray sitting with Ilani, a gun to her head. "Holy fucking shit." The words tumbled out of her mouth as she gaped at the pair sitting in the booth. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Connie covered her mouth with her hand and turned to quickly glance at Dare then shifted her eyes back to Ray. Staring at him intently. "Hello Ray." Connie gritted her teeth as she spoke and her mind was spinning. Frantically trying to think of what to do. This was completely unexpected. How the hell had Ray gotten here so fast she wondered.
Connie ran a hand through her hair. Her adrenaline was pumping now. She was trying to keep herself calm, it wouldn't do to lose it right now. Unfortunately she didn't even have a weapon to speak of. Well she had the switchblade in her purse but that was nothing against that gun Ray had pressed to Ilani's temple. Dare probably had a gun on him somewhere but they were caught off guard and at the moment, Ray had the drop on them. "Alright Ray... Let's not get crazy here right... Ilani and Dare have nothing to do with this. It's me you want. So... Why don't we talk about this? You let them go, I'll come with you." Connie was practically holding her breath waiting for Ray to respond. He had that look on his face. She hated that look. It was that look he got when he was pissed off and wasn't going to give up until he got what he wanted. "Oh... Well hello to you too there Connie. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING! YOU LEFT ME!" Connie flinched slightly at the harsh words but maintained her outer calm. Her insides were practically turning to mush though. This was not good, not good at all. Connie stared as Ray continued. "You're right... These two aren't what I want. Though I did see that little kiss in the doorway over there. Maybe I should kill him just for touching my woman? However, I think that wouldn't be smart in a public place like this now would it. You want me to let them go... You'll come with me if I do? No tricks? You let me take you back to Atlantic City?" Connie's body was starting to tremble. She couldn't answer Ray directly so she just nodded her head at him. Then she turned to Dare. Nervously chewing on her lip she looked up at him. Her eyes shining with tears but she wasn't going to let them fall now, at least not yet.
Swallowing hard she stretched up on her tip toes and put a hand around the back of Dare's neck so she could whisper in his ear. Clearing her throat, her voice was still thick with emotion as she spoke quietly. "Let me go with him Dare. You have to. It's the only way. I don't think he'll hurt me, he just wants me back... And if he does, well at least then I'm the only one that gets hurt. Just... you have to do something for me." Connie paused and had to catch her breath. She was back to calming herself again. The emotions rising close to the surface now. "It's your turn now. You have to take care of Maria for me. In the photo album, there's a picture... A name and phone number on the back. Tell her who you are, she'll ask you something only you will know, then she'll tell you where she is and you can go get Maria. I left something there. Maria will know what it is. It has the information you'll need for where the money is. Use it. Take care of our baby for me." The tears started to silently slip down now. She kissed Dare's cheek and then stepped away from him. Turning she faced Ray again. Slowly she started walking toward the table with her hands out in front of her. "Yeah Ray... I'll come with you. Back to AC. I screwed up Ray." Connie got to the table and stood there. She glanced quickly at Ilani and then back to Ray. Connie clenched her jaw tightly as she waited. Watching Ray for sudden movements. Hoping he would go for the deal. "Just let her go, take me. Me and you will walk out that door and you can deal with me. I'm the one that deserves it. Not them."
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 16, 2009 20:15:38 GMT -5
Alright, so this definitely fell into ‘holy fucking shit’ territory. Ray was sitting there, looking like he was the cat with two canaries under each paw, and Ilani was practically vibrating with anger. Like a shot to the gut, his stomach shriveled, his jaw clenched and that oh-so-familiar taste of adrenaline slithered through his veins.
So, they could definitely deal with this. Ray was pissed, but he was also a business man. Dare had dealt with his kind before; those steely eyed know-it-alls, who thought that their shit don’t stink and all the cards were in their pudgy hands. After doing so much business on the streets, he could definitely talk the schmuck down. All he had to do was hold up his hands, put on a carefree smile…
And shoot a glare at Connie that clearly read ‘ARE YOU FRIKKEN INSANE?!’
As his wife started to talk, Ilani started to growl. Practically shooting the other woman death rays, she had to clench the bottom of her booth to keep from shooting up. Just like her stupid brother and his hobag to get her into some kind of mess! When this was all over, they’d have a horde of angry poltergeists making their eyes all kinds of messy. At least, that’s what went through the bartender’s mind, as she forced herself still and tried not to think about the gun pointed at her head.
Dare, on the other hand, was just about ready to shoot someone, preferably Ray…and preferably AFTER he went and strangled Connie. As a tempo started to beat in a vein on his forehead, the con looked down at the picture held in front of him. He looked at Maria’s sweet face, took in the phone number on the back, then turned his eyes up at Connie’s face. In that moment, something behind brick walls shattered, and a decision was made.
‘You’ll let me take you back to Atlantic City…’ the words practically stuck themselves in his mind, as the casino owner sneered over his hostage’s head. Ray was going to take Connie back to AC. HIS wife. HIS woman. The mother of HIS child, was going back to Jersey with a freaking psycho.
Hell with that, man.
“Yeah, you’re right, the little bitch should go back with you, Ray,” The words came out in a low drawl, accent thick as tattooed arms crossed. Watching Connie approach the obviously crazy man whose eyes were locked on her face and a triumphant smile on his, it was just so damn easy to pull on that mask of indifference. He’d played this game too many times to count in his time in the pen; stare down the big dog, wait for an opening, then tear him into little, tiny pieces.
He wasn’t known as the Little Butcher for nothing. When this was all over, Ray was going to be buried in so many tiny pieces, the cops were going to need sandwich bags to pick him up. As if mimicking the anger practically rolling around in his gut, what had been a beautifully sunny sky began to crash with heavy thunder.
As the casino owner’s surprised eyes flickered to his face, Dare shrugged. “What, you surprised? Because you saw that little smooch outside? Buddy, please. That was just somethin’ for old times sake. You do know that we got hitched a while back, right? And that Connie here helped a guy try to kill me? She drugged me, and the gang banger she was bangin gave me this,” He trailed a finger across the scar on his neck, and at the look on Ray’s face, he laughed. “Oh yeah, brother, it happened. So all this? ‘S for nothin’. The bitch came lookin’ for my help against you. Hell with that, right?”
Ray’s mouth opened to reply, but Dare cut him off. “Then again…it must really suck, being a big, powerful guy like you, gettin’ all that sweet cash stolen right out from under your dick. ‘Cause you were bangin her, weren’t you? Damn, I wonder what your investors will say. All those big fish you reel in to play at your casino…”
“They have nothing to do with this!” Ray snarled. Ilani squawked as the casino owner practically flung her out of the booth and to the floor, standing with the seat behind him and facing all three of them. “Now that Connie’s coming back with me, it’ll be as if nothing happened.”
“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” A toothy smile broke out onto his face then, and for a moment, the cold hearted killer that both his sister and those in the gang knew him to be came to the forefront. His eyes went cold, lips curling into a silent snarl, and his hands, held up as if grasping something at hip level, were rhythmically moving, as if twitching for a weapon. Outside, what had been casually loud thunder was accompanied by screaming winds and pounding rain. He had to time this perfectly, or they’d all be dead before he could calm down.
Ray lifted a gun in the con’s direction. “What the hell do you mean by that?!”
“What do I mean?” As if giving a lecture, he started to move, pacing four steps to either side, hands clasping behind his back. “Well, its simple, Ray-man. Right now, you’re weak. You just got yourself cleaned out by the woman you were bangin- one of your dealers, to make things worse- and pretty soon, the whole circuit’s gonna know about it. Not only did you and your casino’s precious security just get one-upped by someone the boss was personally involved with, but you like to play hide the salami with coworkers. I’m guessing that both the gaming board, and whatever investors you might have, are gonna love that one.”
Turning back to face Ray, another nasty smile broke onto his face. “And what makes things even better? You’ve just chosen to obsess over Connie. See, without her, I would’ve never known that you and your casino are in such a big whole, and me and my friends? Well…we like to dig people out of holes. For a price.” For the first time since he’d started talking, Dare turned hard eyes to Connie. “My father’s been looking for a good foothold in the gambling circuit for a while, now. Have you heard of us, Ray? The Butchers? Well, the King Butcher himself just happens to be my father. Cool coincidence, huh?”
With a choked sound, the gun leveled at Dare’s chest. “You…you’re…FUCK! Well, if I kill you, your father will never know about anything. I’ve been monitoring your phone records, the both of you- and really, changing hotels? It was too easy to track you down- never placed calls to anyone in New York. So if you die, no one knows and Connie comes back with me.” A smile just as cold as Dare’s came onto Ray’s face. “Too bad for you.”
No, Dare thought with an inner smile. Too bad for you…and the fact that you never noticed that Ilani had picked up a piece of the booth’s smashed table.
With her patented Amazon shriek, the bartender brought the piece of wood down on Ray’s extended arms, practically shoving Connie out of the way as a bullet hit the flood beneath him.
“GODDAMMIT, MY WOOD FLOORS!” Was the wail that sounded as Dare threw himself at Ray’s snarling form, managing to bring back a fist to smash against the casino owner’s face. The men fell to the ground, rolling for dominance, and with a soft swish, the gun slid across the floor.
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Connie Buchannon
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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
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 17, 2009 13:15:21 GMT -5
ConnieConnie froze in place as she heard Dare's voice behind her. Even with everything swirling in her head the words cut through and hit her hard. She turned around staring at Dare, a hurt look on her face. The look on his face was a familiar one, that cold hard smile that came out when he was in his hardcore gangster mode.
Connie wasn't sure what to do now. It went through her mind that he had just been using her all along the last few days and now his true feelings were coming out. She admonished herself silently for being so stupid and thinking he would help her out. She had probably pissed him off to no end throwing Maria into the mix. Once again Connie found her world crashing around her and she hoped that Ray would just shoot her and put her out of her misery.
That's when she heard the thunder roar outside.
As Dare continued on with his rant, Connie flinched and grimaced as he recounted the worse incident of their lives. Connie was still reeling from Dare's seeming betrayal. All she could do was continue to watch Dare with that crushed look on her face. In reality, it was probably more of her own feeling that she deserved his betrayal that had her mind jump to that conclusion as Dare continued and began to pace.
Then the sudden storm outside started to whip into a frenzy.
Connie saw Ray point the gun at Dare and she let out a gasp. It was then she noticed Dare's tone change. So much was going on in Connie's head. She wasn't paying much attention to what was going on around her at the moment. Staring at Dare in disbelief, her eyes squinting at him with a questioning look.
And then the penny dropped. Several things happened at once. Connie realized what Dare was doing. Ray jumped out of the booth sending Ilani sprawling onto the floor. Then Ray with a murderous look focusing everything he had on Dare. That's when Connie started to scream. "Nooooooooooooo!" Before she could do anything else though she was knocked to the floor when Ilani attacked Ray with a section of broken table top that caused the gun to go off. Connie struggled to pull herself into a seated position on the ground. Ilani was screaming about her floors and Dare made his move to tackle Ray.
That's when the storm outside practically became a hurricane.
Connie was still on the floor when the raging storm outside blew out the windows to the bar. She instinctively covered her head with her arms as debris went flying.
Then everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She could see Dare fighting with Ray. Watching as the gun clattered to the floor. Taking in huge gulping breaths Connie looked on as the men continued to fight, then glancing back at the gun.
Quickly she crawled on the floor, picking up the gun. The wind, rain and debris was still swirling around them as she forced herself to her feet. Her voice was shrill as she yelled at the top of her lungs. "DARE!!! STOP!!!" Then to emphasize her point she fired the gun into the air. That finally got their attention. Ray and Dare stopped fighting and they rolled away from each other. Both of them staring up at Connie who now held the gun out in front of her.
Her mind was still cluttered with everything that was going on. She could feel the wind from the storm whipping at her face, her hair blowing around her. Then something clicked into place and a menacing sneer appeared on her face. The voice she spoke in was low and completely calm sounding even though her insides were shaking furiously. "I'm sorry Ray, but I lied. I won't be going anywhere with you... And you won't be touching me ever again." Connie saw the expression on Ray's face change, she didn't give him a chance to say anything. With gritted teeth and her jaw clenched tight Connie pulled the trigger. Firing the gun until the bolt flew back and locked into place, the magazine now empty.
Connie just stared at Ray's now bloody and unmoving form laying on the ground. For a moment she stood with both hands still grasping the gun. All the clutter in her mind was gone now. It was a complete blank. Her hand automatically dropped to her side, letting the gun dangle there. Other than that she couldn't move or speak.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 17, 2009 17:59:01 GMT -5
God, the look on Connie’s face made him want to take the words back. How he wanted to pull her aside, give her a wink…man, fart in a specific way to make her know he was just putting on a show, but her reaction to what he was saying was just as important. With a couple sideways glances at her face, Ray would know that what he was saying was true; that he’d definitely be going to Daddy Dearest and the boys would be swarming New Jersey come dawn.
And, hell, maybe after all this he would go and let the whistle blow. He was a criminal above almost all else, and the smell of blood in the water made his mouth start watering.
But he didn’t have time to think of any of that. Wind smashed through the bar windows and the scream of the wind drowned out whatever wailing was going on from his sister’s direction. Ray had managed to get on top of him, bringing his meaty fists down onto his face. Dare tasted blood in his mouth, felt his jaw crack as his hands came up to grapple at one hand that had miraculously made a knife appear. Pain lanced at his neck as the knife came down, perilously close to the already scarred skin under his jaw…
And then, everything stopped. The storm still howled around them, but both sets of eyes snapped to the side as a shot rang out over the wind. Ray was still on top, knife grasped in hands tangled with Dare’s, and the con himself was looking at Connie with a blank expression on his face.
Well, this was definitely a time to tell all, right? Forget the fact that she’d been about to turn herself over for him, to give him Maria…he’d see where she stood now. All she had to do was point that gun, pull the trigger and he’d finally be dead.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about that never happening. On the one hand, he was so happy to know that he was free to live another day of hearing his sister curse at him, and Connie scream his name. But on the other, he wasn’t too sure that lying under the full weight of a dead man, whose knife was cutting through his palms as he tried his best not to stab himself, was just as good.
With a grunt, he flipped the body off of him, lying on his back for a minute as he pulled in gulps of air. He was vibrating, body practically charged with the storm around him, and he gritted his teeth against its siren call. Just forget everything, and he could lose himself in the violence. God, it felt so good; the crash of thunder, the screech of the lightning, the pounding rain…it was like he was a part of something else, something big and beautiful and—
With a groan, he rolled over onto his hands and knees, letting his head drop onto the floor. The clunk drew him out of the sweet pull, and slowly, the storm around them began to quiet. With Ilani’s sharp panting sounded off to the side, he pushed himself to his feet and walked unsteadily over to where Connie stood.
“Hey, baby,” He said, voice soft. He reached for the gun slowly, eyes on her face, and slid the harsh metal from her fingers. Watching her, he tucked it into the back of his pants, then turned to look at the bloody scene behind them.
Blood pooled in a circle around the former casino owner’s face-down body. Sliding an arm around Connie’s waist, Dare just shook his head and sighed. “Baby, when you said that we’d “deal with Ray,” I was thinkin’ something along the lines of some bitch slapping. But hey…this works too.”
Slowly rising to her feet, Ilani looked from the dead man, to an empty spot over near the side. His now pasty face distorted in a look of shock, ghost-Ray looked down at his body with abject terror.
“You’re both going to take care of this,” The bartender informed them, voice a low growl. She watched the ghost as he faded in and out of the room. It would take some time for him to get enough anger out to stay in their world, but something told him that none of them had seen Ray for the last time. “I’m going upstairs to get changed and call my boyfriend, so he can make sure I don’t come back down here and shoot you both. If all of this is cleaned up by the time I get back, I’m calling the police and turning you all in.”
Wearily, she moved to the stairs leading to her apartment and disappeared. Dare, too concerned about the blank look on Connie’s face, managed to miss the ‘boyfriend’ portion of his sister’s little speech. Instead, he turned her so that she was facing him, both hands coming up to cup her cheeks.
“You did good, baby,” He said, eyes locked on hers, silently urging her to look at him. “You protected your family. I’m gonna make sure all this goes away, alright? Just know that you did good. He was gonna die anyway, ‘cause there’s no way that I was gonna let him take you outta here.”
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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
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 18, 2009 4:36:41 GMT -5
ConnieConnie stood there, her eyes not moving from the dead body on the floor. It wasn't really registering yet that she was the one that had caused the death. Everything seemed so surreal. She could see Dare moving on the floor in front of her but it was like the sound was muted because of the storm raging around them. Ilani was just a slight movement in the corner of her eye.
At the moment it was all she could do to keep breathing, in and out, in and out. She noticed that things started to change around her but not specifically what was happening. It wasn't until Dare's hands pulled her face up to look at him did the sound come back to life for her.
Connie looked up blankly at him. She vaguely wondered why he was being so gentle with her and why his voice was so soft. She didn't even notice when he took the gun away from her. Her eyes never left his as she was still not quite comprehending the whole situation.
Finally something broke through the fog in her head. The blank stare suddenly turned into a glare as she narrowed her eyes at the man standing in front of her. The man she'd known and loved for so long. All in one fell swoop her body became un-paralyzed and she found her voice. And her voice was loud. "GOD DAMN IT DARE! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? ARE YOU A COMPLETE FRICKIN' IDIOT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. THE MAN IS A PSYCHO. WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!! HE WAS GOING TO SHOOT YOU! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED GOD DAMN IT!" Connie didn't even know that her hands had balled up into fists and were pounding on Dare's chest. She continued to rage on at him. The thought going through her mind was that he could be dead right now and would have left her all alone after all this time.
The reality was she couldn't quite except the traumatic experience that had just occurred so she was lashing out at the closest thing to her. After a few minutes of fury she had burned herself out. She dropped her hands and let them hang limply at her sides. Then beyond all her control the tears started to roll down her cheeks. A bit of panic started to set in and she started to hyper-ventilate. "I'm sorry." She was barely able to choke the words out. The room started to spin and she could feel herself sway on her feet. She was pretty sure she was about to pass out.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 18, 2009 21:23:00 GMT -5
Okay, so he’d expected a bit of hysterics, but…damn, lady. Give him a minute to get a few feet between them before she started in on the yelling. With a grimace, he stepped back until she was at arm’s length until she calmed down. Once she did, he pulled her closer again, gritting his teeth at the feeling of her swaying.
“Alright, baby, it’s alright,” He murmured, scooping her into his arms. God, she was a light little thing…and hell if he didn’t suck at the consoling. From where he stood, everything had worked out according to plan. He hadn’t expected Connie to do the shooting, but Ray had definitely condemned himself by cavorting with a married woman.
HIS married woman. Damn, but it was so easy to start thinking of her like that again.
Setting her down on the booth across from the bleeding body on the floor, Dare squatted down until they were eye level, smoothing stray hairs from her face. “Connie, I just breath, okay baby? I just needed to distract him from Ilani. You know what I do; that was like a walk in the park. Me and the boys deal with asshats like that more often than not.”
Smoothing his thumbs along her cheekbones, he forced her to look at him again, jaw set and body still strumming with the aftershock of the storm. Though the wind was still howling, it was slowly starting to slow. “Everything I said there was just something to throw him off. None of it was real.”
He felt as if he had to say that; let her know that the ugly words that had flowed from his lips were false. Not that Connie hadn’t helped a certain gangbanger from attempting to strangle him once upon a time, but the voice, the face, the ‘bitch,’ she had to know that it was all fake.
Then again, he’d always prided himself on his acting skills. Man, was he going to get beaten on later on. Oh well, at least makeup sex was good…
“Baby, I need you to take a couple deep breaths,” He said, giving her shoulders a small shake. “I’m gonna take care of everything, alright? Just sit here, and I’m gonna make a phone call. Don’t you faint on me, Mrs. Buchannon. I ain’t into carrying your ass back to the hotel. The police would arrest my ass for sure.”
With a teasing smile, he tipped her chin up, placing a soft kiss on hers with a ‘everything’s fine’ murmur.
And now, to make sure that everything WOULD be fine. The only problem is: doing so would put him back on Daddy Dearest’s radar. Then again, being faced with jail time again didn’t fly too well either, especially now that he had a certain brunette staying with him.
Pulling out his cell phone when he was sure that Connie wasn’t about to face plant on the table, he straightened and hurried for the bar. Snagging a bottle of whiskey- Ilani was gonna kill him four times for all this, so why not throw in some booze?- he set in front of Connie before turning his attention to the call.
Douglas Meyers was a long time friend of the Butchers, and operated a biker gang in the area. In less than a few minutes, it was agreed that Ray had been killed by one of their more twitchy members, whose stints in the pen hadn’t yet won him veteran status. ‘Ol Tike needed at least a four year stay to be considered a full member, and was more than happy to take the fall.
Ah, cons. He did love his brethren for their dedication to the justice system.
Going back to Connie after the call was done, he knelt down in front of her again. “We have a fall guy,” He said calmly, as if talking about dinner reservations. Death, murder and general mayhem were so normal to him now, that nothing seemed to phase him anymore. “Now, all we need to do is wipe off this gun and leave it for Doug and Tike. They’ll be here in an hour. What we need to do is get rid of our prints around the place. Ilani’s going to find the body after the shot, and Tike’s gonna take the time. Alright, baby? It’s all gonna be fine.”
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 19, 2009 23:32:07 GMT -5
ConnieConnie started to feel a little bit light headed but before she was actually able to keel over she was swept off her feet by Dare. That little maneuver startled her enough to stay conscious and as he sat her down at one of the booths she steadied herself by taking in deep breaths.
She could hear Dare talking and on some level she understood what he was saying. Connie's jaw was still clenching tightly as she mostly just nodded in response and kept forcing herself to try and relax by taking in those deep breaths. Now, after the fact she knew what he had done, why he had said those things. It still felt like a punch in the gut, but that was due to her own guilty feelings.
Connie blinked and gave him a strange look when he called her "Mrs. Buchannon." If it was a tactic to get her attention it definitely worked and she was more alert now. Though her mind started wondering why he'd call her that. It had been a very long time since anyone had called her that. He kept trying to reassure her that everything was going to be fine and she just kept nodding in a dazed kind of agreement.
Connie put her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. Pushing her fingers through her hair as Dare plopped a bottle of whiskey down in front of her before he got up and made a call on his cell phone. While Dare talked on the phone Connie picked up the bottle, pulled the bar pour spout out of it and took a seriously long drink from it. She closed her eyes at the liquor burned down her throat. But it helped her come around a little more.
Listening as Dare talked into his phone and made arrangements to have everything 'taken care of', she took another long swallow from the bottle. By the time Dare came back to the table she feel a little calmer. She listened to him as he told her what was going to happen and repeated that everything was going to be all right. Taking another drink she set the bottle down. "OK, OK... yeah. Everything is going to be fine. Ok.. Ok... yeah. I'm good... I can handle it. I'm fine Dare. SHIT! I never killed anyone before Dare... I'm freaking out here a little." Snatching up the bottle she needed another drink. She needed to stop her insides from shaking out of control. Setting the bottle down again she looked at Dare as she stood up from the table, a bit shaky on her feet. "Yeah... so just wipe down the finger prints. That's cool. I didn't really touch anything. Except the gun. Well... and that bottle there... and the table... and I guess the floor because I kind of crawled over to get the gun... other than that I think we're good." Connie kind of just stood there for a moment. Then just followed Dare's lead. Doing what he told her to do. He knew how to handle it, he'd done this kind of thing before. She trusted him. Finally when it seemed that everything they could do was done she heaved a sigh as she laid her head on Dare's shoulder for a minute. "Can we get the hell out of here now? I really need to get out of here, every time I get a glimpse of that body I feel like I'm gonna totally lose it and start freaking out again."
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 20, 2009 20:55:47 GMT -5
Damn, but he didn’t like seeing her like this. All that pinched concern, guilt, fear, remorse…he never wanted to see his life on the streets rub off like this. Wasn’t this one of the reasons why he’d stayed away so much? He remembered those days clearly; standing in front of their apartment, fingernails caked with blood and dirt, with the knowledge that inside slept innocence and love, while he was covered in death and deceit.
But…hell, that dead body on the floor behind him was just another day in his life. He didn’t know what to say to her; didn’t know how to make her feel less afraid. There would be a guy stepping in to take the blame, but what would erase the stain from her mind?
Jaw clenched, he slid his arms around her, hands sliding soothingly over her back. “We can’t go yet, baby,” He said slowly, almost reluctantly. “I’d love to take ya outta here, but we’ve gotta wait for Tike and his boys to come over. They’re gonna take care of things, but we can’t leave until they get here. We also gotta get our stories straight…which means we have to talk to Ilani.”
With a wince, Dare looked over his shoulder at the stairs that led to the apartment above. The mere THOUGHT of approaching his sister made the muscles in his eye twitch, but the owner’s story would be better than a con’s.
Ah yes…a con’s. It always fell back to that, didn’t it? Seeing Ray pointing that gun at Ilani, smiling that sleazy smile at Connie, Dare had to wonder what kind of life he’d be dragging his family into, if he did indeed stick around. Would Connie want to be the wife of a gangbanger again? Would he want little Maria to hang around his buddies, his fellow gangsters…hell, his FATHER?
God, and things had been to simple before. A guy had to love a three way stick up to clear the mind.
Holding his hand up in a ‘stay here’ gesture, he moved over to the front door, turning the lock and pulling the dark shades down. The last thing any of them needed was to have a thirsty patron walking in. Moving back to Connie, he held out a hand, his face set in an emotionless mask.
“Come on, we’ve gotta go check upstairs. Nobody should come now that the doors are locked, and Tike said he’d call when he’s close. We need to cooberate a story with Ilani, just in case the cops really start looking into things.”
Tugging her to her feet, he led her toward the stairs at the back of the room. The apartment above was pure Sunny; bright walls sporting artistic paintings, Halloween decorations everywhere and piles of clothes, paperwork and magazines everywhere. In the kitchen, sitting with her head on the table, the woman herself held a cell phone in one hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
As he approached, she lifted her head and glared. “I hope it’s cleaned up down there,” She said, voice hard. “Because I haven’t called Derek yet, and if it isn’t, I’m gonna shoot you both. Twice. Then bring you back and shoot you again.”
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 21, 2009 7:12:45 GMT -5
ConnieConnie frowned when Dare said that they couldn't leave yet. They had to wait until the guys who were going to make this all go away got there. Then he mentioned getting their story straight, with Ilani. Oh hell no she thought. Actually go up and talk to Ilani? On purpose? This would not end well, Connie thought. Maybe she would be better off taking her chances with the cops, spending a little time in prison. Ilani hated them both, it was highly likely that Ilani might actually shoot them. Going to jail didn't sound so bad when compared to the wraith of Ilani.
Connie was still trying to wrap her head around that thought when Dare went about locking up the bar. Making it look like the place was not open for business. Why she didn't resist when Dare held out his hand, she didn't really know. Well she did know deep down inside, she didn't want to go to prison and she DID trust Dare. In the end she knew he would do what needed to be done to make sure she was OK.
It was all part of how they fit together she supposed. He need her to keep his humanity in tact and she needed him to, well she just needed him. For as smart as she was and all the things she could do, she had a hard time making it on her own. As much as she may hate to admit it, she needed him to look out for her. Dare was her protector. So when he he tugged on her hand to take her up the stairs she didn't question it, she went with him.
Connie stayed close by his side when they approached his sister. She kept her mouth shut and kept the smart ass remarks she wanted to throw back at Ilani to herself. It was her fault after all. She had brought Ray down on all of them.
Staring at Ilani she felt like she was 16 again. When an idiot in the Butcher's had been giving her a hard time. The guy had been laughing at her, harassing her because she was doing homework in one of the gang hang outs. She was pregnant with Maria at the time and had decided to finish high school anyway. The guy thought it was crazy, why she needed school when she was the 'Little Butcher's' girl? Connie had gotten upset and Dare was suddenly there, swooping in and hauling the guy off outside. The guy never came back and none of the other guys every gave Connie a hard time about school again.
That is what Dare was, her protector. Her knight in leather gang-banger armor. If she fell he'd always be there to catch her. It's why she had come to him in the first place. He'd even face the crazy angry and pent up hostility of his own sister for her. And that was saying something right there.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 21, 2009 18:49:31 GMT -5
With a deep, calming breath, Dare stared his sister down. Hell yeah, Ilani would definitely pull out a gun and shoot them, but being that the closest thing to a weapon she had was that cell phone, he figured they were in the clear. For now.
“That’s what we’re here to talk about, Sun,” He said, pulling out a chair for Connie. After motioning for her to sit down- which his sister immediately frowned at, but he’d talk to her later- he turned his attention back to the bar owner. “I’ve got a guy coming in to take the fall. We’re gonna say that Ray came down for a secret vacation, ‘cause I doubt the schmuck told anyone he’d be looking for an old flame who got away and stole his millions. He came in wanting a drink, you sat him by the booth and then my guy- Tike- came in and shot him. Something about a gang initiation. You know they’re big around here.”
Leaning back in her chair, Ilani took a swig of her whiskey. “First off,” She said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “And this goes for both of you: call me anything ‘Sunshine’ again, and I’ll break your jaw. Second…somebody had better start blabbing why ‘ol ‘Ray’ was even here in the first place. And thirdly; GODDAMIT, DARE, WHY THE HELL IS THE BITCH EVEN HERE?!”
Alright, so this was to be expected. Ilani was upset, there was a dead guy downstairs whose attorneys would probably be oh so happy to lap up the media and make sure the cops do a thorough investigation…but hell. Did the woman HAVE to stand up, stalk around the kitchen table and somehow get a butcher knife in her hand?
This was just too metaphorical. A butcher’s knife to fend off the ‘Little Butcher.’ Jesus, why couldn’t anything be easy?
Instinctively, he stepped in front of Connie’s chair, hands up in a calming gesture. Maybe he should’ve given her some more time to call that ‘Derek’ guy. “Calm the hell down, Sun…uh…Ilani. All that’s in the past, okay? She came to me for help, ‘cause Ray was a controlling schmuck. I bet you’ve known your fair share. And he was close to Maria, dammit. She came looking to get rid of Ray.”
At her niece’s name, the woman relaxed a degree. But, her hand still tight on the knife’s handle and her face pinched in as cowl, Dare knew that she was far from appeased.
“First, she goes after you. Then, she brings trouble onto my doorstep. God, you’re such an idiot, Dare. Sure, I’ll play along, tell the cops that this biker dude was the one who shot the sheriff, but that’s it. I don’t give a fart if you two are back to being a warped couple and are giving up your lives of crime; if I EVER see either of you around here again, I’ll kill you. And you know me well enough to buy stock on that.”
Okay, so there went his talking to his sister in the near future. He ignored the little sting of pain, of the knowledge that his sister hated him so much, instead taking Connie’s hand to tug her behind him and motioned toward the stairs.
“Alright, Ilani. You stick to the story, leave Connie’s name outta things, and we’re out of each other’s hair. For good. We’ll be downstairs. I’ll call up when Tike’s here, and then you call the cops.”
Without a backwards glance, he caught Connie’s hand and marched down the stairs. He didn’t need family, anyway; he’d done fine on his own so far. All this crap with the storms, the rain, the floods…he’d figure it out.
And hell, speaking of storms…as annoyance, hurt and anxiety swelled in his chest, the winds outside began to howl again. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm. But hell, there really was only one way to make the storm stop.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned suddenly, wrapping his arms around his wife. The feeling of her solid, safe, real, against him…it was enough. He had his family right here.
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Dec 22, 2009 4:14:04 GMT -5
ConnieConnie's trance induced calm was slowly starting to lift. As she stood there listening to Dare and Ilani go back and forth. The utter disdain and disrespectful tone in her sister-in-law's voice was grating on her nerves. Connie had to force herself to hold her tongue and gritted her teeth. They were at Ilani's mercy for the time being.
When Dare took her hand and got ready to head down the stairs Connie saw the quick flash of emotion move across his face. There was probably no one else on earth who would have noticed it, but Connie did. She hung back for a second and turned to face Ilani. Her voice was low, calm but practically snarling. "Look... Think what you want 'bout me. Rat me out, whatever. I DON'T CARE. But... you shouldn't treat Dare like you do. He's your brother. You think you're better than us all. You pass judgment for something you know nothing about. Your precious brother Storm, who everyone thought was the golden boy. He does the deed, ends up dead and Dare takes the shit for it. He's no saint, I know that. None of us is perfect and that includes YOU... Sunny." Connie had had about enough of Ilani's 'holier than thou' attitude. She had been all gung ho for the gang herself up until Storm died. Connie knew the things that Ilani had done. Yeah, The Butcher's were definitely a family business and Ilani had played her part. Then she changed her tune, turned her back on the family. A lot of people would consider that a betrayal at a level on par with what Connie had done.
Connie felt the tug on her arm and found herself pulled out of the room. Following behind Dare down the stairs before Ilani had a chance to react. Connie was about to lit into Dare for pulling her away when she heard the wind howling. Another storm was whipping up outside.
The thunder crashed outside and Connie saw something flash in Dare's eyes right before he pulled her to him. He held her in his arms, she let herself relax against him. And just as suddenly as the storm had raged up, it started to subside again. Connie pulled back from Dare slightly and looked up at him. Searching his eyes. Taking his face in her hands she kissed him. The storm was gone, the weather calm once more. "Dare... what is going on with you?" The question was practically whispered. Everything was crazy. She'd just shot someone dead, they'd confronted Ilani, and the weather was turning off and on like a light switch. Something weird was going on, something more than just her and Dare on their way to becoming a "warped couple" again.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Dec 22, 2009 22:45:41 GMT -5
For a few minutes, Dare held Connie close to him and let his mind replay what she’d said. Something akin to a warm fuzzy feeling started in the pit of his stomach and he couldn’t help but smile into the curve of her neck as he ran his lips along sweet smelling skin. Damn, when was the last time someone stuck up for him, who wasn’t at the ass end of a gun? Pops was more of a ‘throw him to the wolves and he’ll learn something’ kind of guy, and the boys were really into helping out when it suited them, than true loyalty.
…Well, then there was the ex-girlfriend/rebound flame, who’d come right after Connie and wormed her way under his skin. But Rachel…hell, Rachel was always looking for the up and up and he’d just been another rung in her ladder.
God, how warped was this? She tried to kill him, came back to see him with a guy on her tail who wanted to kill the both of them…and there he was, falling head over heels all over again. They were both masochists, but maybe that’s why they just fit so well.
Pulling back as her voice cut through his thoughts, he let out a sigh and rested his forehead against hers. Looking down between them, he focused on his hands spanning her waist, thumbs trailing little circles on the skin beneath her shirt.
“That’s a loaded question, baby,” He said after a few minutes, still not looking at her. “And I doubt you’d believe me. Hell…if you did, I’d be even more afraid.”
Damn, he’d said the ‘a’ word. A guy in his position, with his background and his future didn’t use it! As if trying to cover it up, he hurried on. “But before I get into that…thanks. For what you said upstairs. Sunny’s pretty set in her ways; I should’ve expected something like this to go down. Heh…maybe not the dead guy thing, but we were never meant to make up and be a happy family.”
One hand came up to graze her cheek, as he finally forced himself to look her in the eye. Damn, he’d come here looking for family, for support…and didn’t even know that they lived one state over. He really was a fool sometimes.
Before he could go on and say more, however, a knock sounded at the door. Standing at his full 5’2”, Tike, the biker in line to take the fall, poked his head in a window to the side of the front door.
Damn, no wonder why the guy wanted to get into the pen to up his rep. He was a frikken midget.
Shooting Connie a ‘please hold’ look, he hurried to the door and let the short man in. A few words were traded, along with a man hug and some good natured ribbing, with both men completely at ease with a dead man soaking blood into the floorboards a few feet away.
Moving over to the stairs, Dare yelled up for Ilani to call the cops and snagged his wife’s hand as he headed for the door. Outside, all in their bad ass glory, the rest of the ‘cleanup team’ waited patiently to get inside. Putting on his ‘Butcher face,’ he thanked each man, promised a favor in the future, and pulled his wife to the safety of a back alley, where they could watch the proceedings in private.
“They’re really good at cleaning things up,” He hurried to assure her, making sure that they couldn’t be seen by any passing cars. “But we’ll stay here to make sure things go as planned. I got a police scanner back in the room, but we’ll keep it for later.”
The sounds of motorcycles blared as police sirens echoed from somewhere far off, and Dare leaned back against the worn brick behind him. Okay, so maybe now wasn’t exactly the time to go and spill the beans about him being a freak, but…
Hell, call it that ‘ol masochism working its way up again, but he wanted to see how she’d react. If she’d run, scream, call him nuts and buy psych ward pamphlets for him to read—
“What you said before? About the…weird shit?” He said suddenly, turning to look at her again. “It’s…hard to explain. But..uh…well, it’s kinda like this. My ma, she was from the reservation; you met her, so it’s pretty obvious. And…uh…well, for the last couple months, I’ve been able to do…shit. Weather shit. I get real angry, anxious or…uh…other things, and…uh…er…it rains. A lot. Like the storm before.”
And here it comes; the reaction! As he shifted from foot to foot, nervous as hell, the skies above began to darken.
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