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 Jan 13, 2010 21:11:44 GMT -5
I'm going back to Brooklyn, (Brooklyn, Brooklyn) I'm going back to Brooklyn I don't think so
I'm going back to Brooklyn, (Brooklyn, Brooklyn) I'm going back to Brooklyn Man, I don't think so
-Colin Quinn [This thread occurs around the first week of February 2010] ConnieWell... they had finally made it to Dare's apartment. The drive from New Orleans was long, but it wasn't bad. They were still pretty much in that 'good' phase, where they were happy and enjoying being together as a family again. As they got closer and closer to their destination though, things got a little more tense.
Connie was worrying about coming home after so long. People were going to be mad at her still. All her old gang cohorts no doubt would see her still as the betrayer. Who knew how Papa B was going to react to her. She was not looking forward to that. And then there was her mother. Which, actually... She really didn't care to much about. Though Connie was sure that news that she was back and town would find her mom so some kind of confrontation would most likely be inevitable.
But, they had made it. Dare opening the door to the apartment and they all trudged in after him. Dumping their few bags on the floor. None of them had much. When Connie left AC she took just the necessities for her and Maria and left everything else behind. She hadn't really bothered with getting anything else yet, she was waiting on their apartment to be finished and ready for them to move in. Hopefully that would be done by the time they got back to New Orleans. Then Connie would be happy to go on a shopping spree.
Connie took a quick glance around the place. This was definitely Dare's lair, she could tell just by looking. She turned and gave him a little look. "Nice place babe. Must be the maid's week off." Connie let the smirk play across her lips. She was really just giving him a hard time. He'd been living a bachelor's life. So it was to be expected.
Standing there Connie was holding Maria's hand. Not sure what to do. Waiting for Dare to let them know what the plan was. It was his place after all.
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Darien Buchannon ☠
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Unique Storm Caller The gangbanger, penitent murderer and all around nice guy... who's being driven insane by Connie. But he loves it.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Jan 14, 2010 0:17:35 GMT -5
Ah, the sweet, familiar smell of smog, exhaust and sewage. As he stepped out of the car, Dare couldn’t help but take a deep lung full of the acrid smell, coupled with blaring tv sets and howling voices. Man, it was really good to be home.
Leading his family up to the apartment, he kept an eye out on the street, inwardly sighing as a familiar face popped up around the corner, dropped its jaw and instantly disappeared. They’d better expect some company soon, because it looks like Daddy Dearest went and put spies up around his place.
Oh boy. Well, hopefully some of his buddies would be around instead of the more annoying of The Butcher’s soldiers. Some would be taking his future leave of the gang in a negative light.
At Connie’s voice, he turned a mock-insulted look as he turned to take in his apartment. It was a nice loft, spacious and white walled…okay, yeah, and sporting more than a few clothes piles- probably clean- movies, empty liquor bottles and a few dirty pictures, which he promptly went and sat on.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with my place,” He said with a dramatic frown, while shoving said dirty magazines under the radiator. Maria’s attention was on the sports collection that he had in a cabinet by the large flat screen he’d gotten a couple months ago and he used the distraction to put a few pillows up as a safeguard. “So it isn’t that posh hotel. Damn, baby, are we getting spoiled already?”
Standing, he went over to the hall and hefted up their bags. With a sunny smile on his face, he nodded toward the stairs that would lead up to three large bedrooms. Man, it was almost like the place had been built for their little family…not that they’d be staying for too long. “Come, my lovelies, your rooms are right upstairs. I figure that we’d stay for a few days and let me say goodbye where I have to, then get on back…home.”
Huh, funny how calling New Orleans ‘home’ just felt right. Setting Maria’s bag in the blue painted room near the bathroom, he watched as the girl scuttled inside and promptly began to produce an amazingly large set of Barbies from her suitcase.
“Baby…I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this,” He said softly, turning to Connie. Sliding an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer. “I saw Skinny Pete outside as we were coming in. There’s no doubt that word’s got to Pops and the boys. We might have to pick up quicker than we’d planned.”
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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?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Jan 14, 2010 23:29:04 GMT -5
ConnieConnie closed her eyes, brought her hand up to rub her forehead and shook her head in dismay. All this while stifling a laugh as Dare ran to hide some nudie pictures that had been strewn around the place. Then she gave him a smirk when he asked if she was getting spoiled. "Ummm... Well of course I'm spoiled. I'm a princess remember? I even have a tiara to prove it, I can put it on if you'd like?" Chuckling to herself she watched as Dare collected the bags and started moving toward the stairs. Connie followed along behind with Maria in tow.
Letting Maria go off into the bedroom where Dare had deposited her bags. Standing outside the doorway she watched for a moment as the little girl started digging in and pulling out Barbie's to play with. Connie was fairly amazed that things didn't phase her, she just plopped down on the floor and was content to start playing.
Connie leaned back against the wall in the hallway as Dare came out of the room. He put his arm around her and spoke softly. She nodded as she listened. Taking in what he had to say. She let out a little sigh when he'd finished and peered up at him. "Dare... Like that was unexpected? You know Pops was going to have people looking out for you to return. I bet they got an eyeful though with me and Maria on your tail. Let's not worry about it right now. We'll deal with him when we have to." Connie put her arms up on his shoulders and linked them behind his neck. Giving him a smile, wanting to show him that she wasn't worried.
Jimmy Buchannon was a paranoid psycho but it was highly unlikely he was just going to bust in and shoot them dead or hire someone to do it even. That wasn't his style. It was more likely that he would come in, confront them, attempt to manipulate and intimidate. Probably in a subtle underhanded way too. Connie refused to be afraid of him. She wasn't about to let him ruin a good thing.
Connie leaned in and kissed Dare. Letting her body relax against him as they stood there outside Maria's room. She was done letting other people determine the direction of her life. She loved Dare, she needed him. Anyone that tried to get in the way of that was going to have a problem.
A few quiet moments with Dare as Maria played, then what had become a familiar feeling came over her. And it wasn't a good one. This had been going on since Christmas and she'd been hiding it as much as possible from Dare. At the moment though, that wasn't going to be an option. Suddenly she stepped back from him blurted out one word. "Bathroom?" She glanced at Dare and then took off in the direction that was indicated. Just making it into the bathroom she kicked the door shut behind her, sat on the floor and proceeded to throw up.
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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?
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Jan 16, 2010 23:12:46 GMT -5
(Joint post with Connie and Dare) DareWith a sigh, he leaned into her, resting his forehead against hers. "Yeah, I know...but hell, I thought we'd have a day, at least. There's so much that I kinda wanted to get done before we head back out. People I want to see and...say goodbye to." Damn, but he never thought it would be hard to leave the old life behind. He'd never been a fan of Pops' underground deals and having to kill for their turf...but it was what he was used to. So he wasn't exactly going legit, with that casino in the works...but he wasn't going to be a Butcher anymore; wasn't going to be the same man that he was. What if this changed him? What if he turned out to be some stuck up schmuck and Connie left him again?
...And what if he just shut the fuck up and stopped feeling sorry for himself. With a mental sigh, he pulled back a bit so that he could look down into her face, a wry smile on his lips. When she kissed him, he made a low sound in his throat and leaned into her, arms wrapping around her waist to pull her tighter against him. And that suggestion of heading to the bathroom? For a minute, one part of his body in particular got very happy at the prospect of heading to the shower while Maria played in the other room...
But, of course, THAT wasn't going to happen. He was smiling as he pointed, thinking that she'd do some sultry walk toward the door, but whatever anticipation he felt seemed to poof into thin air as he caught the look on her face? What the hell, she was sick! Gah, scratch that; she was puking her damn guts up. Following her into the bathroom, he knelt down beside her, gritting his teeth. He scooped her hair in his hand, making sure she didn't empty her stomach all over herself and couldn't help the little growl that worked itself from his throat. His woman was in some kind of pain, and it frustrated the hell out of him that he could do nothing but play the sober friend and make sure she didn't puke on her hair.
"This stops now, Connie," He said when she was through, smoothing the hair from her face. Without standing, he snagged a paper cup from the sink and slammed his elbow on the side of the counter. Like magic, it started to spout water and he filled up the tiny cup, handing it to her to her to rinse. "What's wrong, baby? Are you sick? We should get you to see a doctor; you've been like this for way too long." ConnieConnie felt Dare trail into the bathroom behind her. There wasn't much she could do about it since she was to busy in the process of puking to say anything to him. It was a comfort that he came to sit with her though. She'd been avoiding letting him see her sick, so him being there, holding her hair back made her feel better. However, now she knew some explaining was going to be expected.
She sat back, leaning against the bathtub and blinked when he barked out in frustration and concern. Taking the cup of water she swished some around in her mouth then spit it out into the toilet. Then drank the rest of the water in the cup. She groaned a little bit as she ran her hands through her hair, waiting for her stomach to settle a bit more.
Connie sucked in a deep breath as he started asking what was wrong. She was afraid to look at him, but she knew she couldn't avoid it. It was obvious something was going on with her, however much she had been trying to deny it herself. She bit her lip and finally looked up at him. "Dare... I'll be fine... I'm not sick exactly." She sighed heavily before she could go on. Damn it, now she was going to have to face up to her own suspicions.
"I'm ... well I'm sort of late... and I've, well obviously been having some nausea lately.... But it might just be nothing.... You know, a lot has been going on lately. It's probably nothing."
Connie gave him a look. Trying to be more confident in that feeling than she really was. Truth be told there had been an idea nagging at her for awhile. DareOh good God; there were two phrases that he hadn't been expecting to hear again. "I'm sort of late," and "having some nausea lately"... Dare wasn't a rocket scientist, but it was pretty obvious what she was saying. For a minute, he was quiet, staring at her with wide eyes and his mouth half hanging open.
"Baby...are you saying that you're pregnant?" He asked, leaning forward a bit. Maybe it was karma, his brain jumping to that conclusion above a stomach bug. But c'mon...a stomach bug that seemed to hit at particular times of the day? And it was a bit hard not to notice his normally picky wife mowing down truckloads of food in the past few weeks. Hell, even Maria had started to take notice in that quiet way of hers, discreetly disappearing whenever Connie needed a 'bathroom break' and coming out worrying her lip. But...holy hell, was she pregnant? Was this morning sickness? WAS SHE PREGNANT?
Leaning back on his haunches, the gangster just stared for a minute. Slowly, he reached a hand out to gently cup her jaw. "Is that is? Is this...morning sickness?" And Jesus effing Christ, had he just taken his pregnant wife to New York, where all the baddies liked to play? The thought made him sick to his stomach, while another image- a little boy playing outside, throwing a baseball across the yard like a pro and wearing a devil may care grin like his dad, or another little girl in a frilly dress, prancing around with her mama's exotic eyes- caused a strange flutter to start in his chest. Hell, he was either having a heart attack, or he was getting both anxious AND deliriously happy all at the same time.
But okay, first he needed a definitive answer. Swishing his butt on the tile floor, he turned about face and proceeded to shove his head into the cabinet under the sink, digging around for a good measure. When he resurfaced, he held a thermometer in one hand...and an old pregnancy test in the other. Yes, now the both of them could determine what was in store! If she had a fever, she probably had some kind of weird bug, and if the test came positive...well, that was pretty obvious. There was a wide smile on his face, but it froze after a minute, as he glanced down at the hand holding the test. "Uh...okay. So this might look wrong," He said slowly, eyelid twitching and cheeks turning a bit pink. "Me having this thing with me here. But...well...you were seeing Ray when we were separated and I was kinda...er...there was this girl and we kinda forgot the whole 'safe sex' thing, we were so wasted after a party and...erm...crap." ConnieConnie sat on the floor, watching him. She found herself working hard, trying not to cry. Oh hell. Freaking hormones no doubt. Just adding to the facts that were stacking up, pointing to the thing she was trying to not think about.
"I don't know Dare... Maybe, I guess. SHIT!!" She watched him as he moved, then rummaged under the sink. Having no idea what the hell he was doing. Then he popped out with a thermometer and a box. She eyed the box and the thought flashed into her mind. 'What the fuck would he have a pregnancy test for?' Letting out a heavy breath she eyed him as he spoke. She felt the jealousy rise up, even though she knew she had no right to be jealous. Her jaw clenched tightly, she hated it. Just the idea of him being with someone else. But, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. This wasn't going to help anything. It not like she wasn't aware that he'd been with other women while they were separated. That didn't mean it hurt any less.
"Ummmm... So, I guess we never really talked about it. I know you were no monk while we were apart and not like I expected you to be... but uh... You don't have any other offspring running around out there do you?" She wasn't sure why she even asked, just that she thought she should know. Hell, technically...he could have any number of kids running around out there. She wondered if he even knew for sure.
Connie watched and listened while he answered. Not sure how to take everything, she just accepted what he had to say. Then pushing all those thoughts away she just stared at the box in his hand. Funny enough, she had actually bought one herself the other day and it was packed in one of her bags. As much as she wanted to live in denial, she had been suspecting. She shook her head as she started to speak again. "Forget about the thermometer, let me just take the damn test. I think it's just a formality anyway if I'm going to be honest with myself. Actually, I had already bought a test too. It's packed in with my stuff."
Connie took the box from him and stood up. Setting the box on the counter to open it up. She did a quick run through of the instructions before pulling out the items in the box. She gave a little shrug and got on with it. Not like she was shy around Dare. Once she did what she needed to do she set the little stick thing down on the counter. Now they just had to wait for it to show the results. DareOh yeah, great move Dare; go flaunt your past exploits to your wife. That'll REALLY make the whole 'pregnant and back in the Danger Zone' thing much easier for everyone to deal with. Mentally kicking himself, he was tempted to chuck the test back in the sink and beg forgiveness...but hell, man. They were separated, hated each other and Connie was seeing Ray...as much as he fuckin' HATED to think about it. So it was more than obvious that with his personality, being alone for almost six years wasn't exactly in the cards. She had to have known that he'd get into his own relationships while they were apart.
But either way, he felt the need to make sure that she understood she was the only girl for him. Seriously...would anyone else he'd have hooked up with stayed around while his father went nuts on Brooklyn? Or while he made the damn sky fart lightning when he got worked up? And hell with that; would he have actually trusted anyone else with his secret? The answer on all counts was a resounding 'no,' and...hell, they went through this so many times before, he should just get a collar that read 'Owned By Connie, Please Return If Lost.'
"No, baby, it never got that far," He was in loathe to say the truth, to tell her about that one girlfriend that he'd actually felt a fraction of what he did for his wife, but wasn't sure if now was the time.
And thank God for small favors; Dare was more than happy to turn everyone's attention over to the little stick in the purple box. Standing, he watched her as she did her thing and leaned back on the now closed door. He hadn't locked it, remembering when Maria was a baby- hell, he was still tempted to carry a baby monitor at his side, with the other duck taped to his daughter's forehead, but he managed to refrain- and practically stared a hole into the stick as they waited for the results.
Five minutes went by like freaking tree sap, man, and he was just about ready to tap his foot right through the floor. He'd switched from standing, pacing and jiggling his leg, all the while never taking his eyeballs off the test. Finally, when the little screen started to flash green, he peered over for the results, his head right next to Connie...
And proceeded to drop dead to his knees. "Holy fucking shit, you're pregnant," He said, looking up at her, eyeballs huge. "We're pregnant. Again! Holy shit! You're pregnant!" And just like that, all the awkwardness and anxiety proceeded to be swooped under a wave of joy. Surging to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, a wide smile on his face. "God, how did this happen? I mean, we were pretty busy in that hotel room, but...hot damn. Baby, we're gonna have another baby." ConnieThey both stood their staring at the test stick. Connie kept glancing back and forth between the stick and Dare. She was tense and tension filled the small room. Dare didn't seem to be able to sit still and it was starting to get on her nerves. She brought a hand to her mouth and chewed on her finger nervously. While she stared at the test, in her head she really already knew the results. For the last couple weeks it had kept creeping up in her mind. But, the test was something they needed. It would make it reality. Something that Connie was afraid to face. Why she had bought a test herself but had been afraid to take it.
The wait was about to drive her insane. She kept taking deep breaths. Then the thing flashed and Dare leaned over to read it. Connie steeled herself, glancing down at the stick. Before she could do or say anything Dare reacted. All she could do was nod as tears slipped down her cheeks. Dare was kneeling down in front of her and she just hugged his head to her middle. She wasn't sure what to say. Dare seemed so excited.
Even though the results are what she had expected it was still a little bit of a shock. After a few minutes she sank down to her knees as well. She blinked her eyes and looked at him. A big breath in, she slowly let it out. Her eyes leaking tears. "Yeah, looks like we're gonna have a baby." Connie tried to smile at him. The thought of having a baby was real now and a little overwhelming. "You're happy with this? I mean... I'm happy with this... but... I'm scared too Dare. Can we do this? Can we do things right this time?"
That was the fear that gripped her. They hadn't really had time to just be together yet. To get used to what they had, the two of them back together, having Maria. Now a new baby. Christ, they had been living a hotel for the last 2 and a half months. They hadn't even moved into their new place yet and now this. God, she didn't want to fuck this up again.
Connie let herself sag down and sit down on her feet tucked under her. She reached out and touched Dare's cheek. Damn, how she loved that man. Insanity and all, she couldn't help herself. This WAS a happy thing, they were going to have a baby. It was amazing. "I love you baby.... we can do this right? We'll be OK right? Tell me we're going to be good. Please... I need to know we're going to be alright." Dare"We're gonna be alright, you silly girl," He said with all the conviction he could muster. Ignoring the fact that she'd just been praying to the porcelain god, he kissed her lightly, running his lips along her jaw and over her forehead as he pulled her forward and rearranged her onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, her back to his front, he nuzzled the top of her head. It was true; they hadn't had the time to get to know each other, to reestablish their relationship. Not to mention that Maria was also a main factor in what was to come; how would his daughter react to a new baby brother or sister, right after she met her father for the first time since she was two? Everything was moving at break neck speed...
And yet, the only thing that he could think of were those images of their child. Hell, even if he knew it was a reach, he knew that even when they hated each other, they were always fated to come back together. There wasn't anyone who understood him like Connie, and probably vice versa. Hugging her close, he rested the palm of his hand against her belly, brushing her hair to her shoulder so he could press another kiss to her neck. "We're gonna be fine, Connie. I'm never gonna leave you and we'll get through anything that's coming together. You, me, Maria and Bob." With a grin, he pulled back a bit to look at her.
A grin that, after a moment's thought, froze on his face as he realized a very important point; Connie was pregnant and they were in New York. HIS New York. HIS FATHER'S New York. And while Connie never believed that 'ol Papa B. was capable of the cold blooded murder of his own family...well, Dare wasn't so sure. The old man was capable of many things and as far as he could tell? Compassion definitely wasn't one of them.
"You've got to get back to New Orleans tonight," He said suddenly, arms tightening around her. He couldn't help a surge of anxiety tearing through his chest and the building practically vibrated with the sudden storm outside. From an open window in the bedroom, he could hear the faint yells of surprise from those outside and stirring next door was evidence of his daughter's unease. But dammit, they couldn't be here! Not when he was telling his father and the boys that he was leaving the gang! Gritting his teeth, he narrowed his eyes at her while the building continued to shake. "You and Maria will get on a bus tonight and I'll move out myself." ConnieConnie leaned back against him as he pulled her onto his lap and they just sat there on the bathroom floor. Trying to take solace in his reassurance that things were going to be fine. She scoffed a bit when he said 'You, me, Maria and Bob.' Shaking her head. "We are NOT calling our baby Bob."
Everything to be settled down for a moment then a look came over Dare's face. Connie frowned a bit as she watched his eyes flash. It didn't take long before she found out what was going on in his mind. She stared at him with narrowed eyes, aware of the storm that had kicked up outside, shaking the building. She also knew what was causing it and with the thoughts in her mind, she was pretty sure that the storm was going to rage on worse before it got better. .
Connie sat back, scooting herself on the floor so she was facing him. "What?! Are you serious?" She stared at him in disbelief. "I am NOT leaving without you. Oh HELL NO." She huffed out a frustrated sigh and stood up. As she had expected, she could hear the wind starting to howl even harder outside now. Connie didn't care though. She was having none of this. Send her away again, no way in hell that was happening. Even though it wasn't exactly the same circumstance as before. It just was not going down that way.
Grumbling to herself she glared at him. She practically pushed him out of the way of the door and went storming out down the hall. She found her bag and dug through it looking for her toiletry bag. Finding it she pulled it out and stomped back to the bathroom again. Grinding her teeth as thoughts somersaulted in her head.
Connie slammed her bag down on the counter and opened it. Pulling out her toothpaste and toothbrush she went about brushing her teeth as if nothing was going on around her. Then she looked at Dare with the brush raised in the air. "Absolutely fucking NO WAY am I going back to New Orleans without you." Her voice was loud, practically shouting at him. She turned back to the sink and continued on with brushing her teeth. Growling noises continued to come from deep in her throat. She could hear the peals of thunder outside, getting louder with every one. Flashes of lightning, the building rumbling, peoples voices outside completely taken by the sudden furious storm that had struck the small area around the apartment building. DareNo? NO?! What did she mean no? She knew where he'd be going; what kind of people he'd be pissing off and/or making paranoid by saying he was moving out West! How the hell could she say no? Resisting the urge to start tearing out his hair, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her reflection in the mirror. "Connie, be reasonable. You and Maria are easy targets as it is, but now...God, do you know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you? Baby, I'm going to see Big Eddy. Vinny Costello and Jack the Knife, fer chrissakes! Not to mention my father! I'm gonna be taking secrets with me that they're not gonna be happy about, and they can and WILL use you two to get to me." God, just the mental picture of the famous gangsters getting their hands on his family...it had been the wrong decision to come here. He should have just stayed with them in New Orleans, hid out, changed his name...
The same could be said if he hid out, however. Gangsters were never very happy about their secrets just vanishing into thin air, so Connie and Maria would always be at risk...but at least if he were alone, whatever they wanted to do to him would be that; to him. And if he told his father that his daughter-in-law and granddaughter were hiding out west and needed protection, that he'd take on the brunt of his decision if only Pops could keep them safe...it was a gamble that he was willing to take. ESPECIALLY now.
God, he'd only taken them along because he felt the strange need to show his daughter where she came from! And because he knew Connie herself might have some people to say goodbye to that she might not have gotten the chance to before. But now that she was pregnant, that his baby was growing inside of her...he didn't notice it, but the wind began to howl, shaking the building with a force just as intense as the fear curling in his belly. The words repeated themselves, 'if anything happened to you' and a crash of thunder came, louder this time.
"Mommy? Daddy? It's really scary around here!" Maria's voice cut through the door, jerking him from his thoughts. The charge of the storm was making him vibrate as much as the building, and he sat down heavily on the rim of the bathtub, putting his head between his knees. Man, it had been a long time since he had one of these; these little...attacks, he supposed they could be called, of pure, charged emotion. It was as if the storm could sense when he was becoming overwhelmed and jumped in to take over, tugging more and more of the emotion out of him until it had enough power to get bigger and bigger--
With a deep breath, he fought to calm himself. "Everything's fine, Maria," He said, voice a bit muffled from his current position. "The storm will be over soon. Go into Daddy's bedroom and crawl under the covers, okay? There's a really bright light there and it'll chase all the bad stuff away." At his daughter's dubious assent, he went back to breathing, clenching his teeth against the utter POWER that coursed through him. He couldn't let them get hurt, couldn't let the others get to them, but how could he stop them if...GOD. Stop thinking! Stop! His fists curled in his hair, tugging at the strands until tears came to his eyes. This was why he'd gone to New Orleans and down to the reservation. Control was only a dream, as far as the storm was concerned. ConnieConnie was fuming. Why couldn't he see that this was totally wrong. She understood why he was afraid for her, she truly did. His wanting to protect her and Maria was a natural instinct, she knew that. But, them being apart was just wrong. They were stronger together and she needed to be with him. No way she could go back to New Orleans, sit there with Maria, just the two of them wondering what was going on. What was happening to him. She just couldn't do it.
She paused in brushing her teeth, turned around and faced him again. Shaking her toothbrush as she was about to yell at him some more, but heard Maria's voice coming from the other side of the door. Connie cleared her throat and in a calmer voice echoed Dare's comforting words to their daughter. Then she turned back to Dare. She could see his body literally shuddering from the energy he was generating. That took some of the fire out of her attitude and words.
Sighing, she took a moment. Rinsed her mouth out and put her toothbrush down on the counter. Turning around she moved over to where Dare was sitting on the edge of the tub. Kneeling down in front of him, she took his face in her hands and forced him to look up at her.
It was difficult to sort out everything that was going on in her head. She had to make him understand though. Looking directly into his eyes she spoke quietly now. "Dare... Don't forget that I grew up on these same streets that you did. Maybe you think I don't realize the dangers of being her, but I do. All of it. I know the people you need to deal with. Including your father. But sending me back is not the answer."
She paused, trying to give him a smile. He was so protective, so loyal. She wished she could make it easier on him. There just was no easy answer.
Sliding on her knees she wedge herself between his legs. Bringing herself as close to him as possible. She kissed his forehead and touched his cheeks before kissing him soft and lovingly on the lips. Then she continued on. "Baby... We're in this together. Sickness and Health, Better or Worse, till Death Do Us Part, right? We need each other. Who's gonna watch your back? I know how to take care of myself. And trust me, they don't want to piss off a pregnant Connie Buchannon do they? You think we gotta worry about them? I think they gotta worry about us."
Connie leaned in and kissed him again. Wrapping her arms around him. Hoping he could see what she was trying to say. It was important they stick together, that they could trust each other completely again.
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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 Jan 19, 2010 18:43:45 GMT -5
(Joint post with Connie and Dare and Joey 'Lucky' Barone) Dare"But that's the problem, baby," He forced himself to say slowly, leaning into her. "That 'death' part. Things have changed since you've been here. I've been with these boys, in this life for...God, for longer than most. You know what it's like...there's no leaving unless it's in a body bag. I'm not sure what my father's going to do, and I don't want you near him. Especially now." Leaning his forehead against her shoulder, he tilted his head until he could bury his face in the crook of her shoulder. She smelled so clean, so familiar...reality was practically smacking him in the face with the days that were to come. How could he not have thought of this before? His father was paranoid and a killer. If he thought that Dare was opening his own business on the west coast, where the man himself had been striving to get a handhold since Storm was still alive...
He should have thought of this before, when they were still safe in New Orleans. It must say something about the kind of man he was, bringing his pregnant wife and young daughter into his dark little world. Connie thought she was still familiar with the life...but she'd been away from it for so long, how could she? The casino was different than living on the street...wasn't it? Shaking his head, he felt another shiver run along his spine as the storm continued to howl outside. Alright, so he had to calm down and think of this logically, before the freaking wind tore the building down. He didn't have to worry about his father torturing his family if they were buried under a few feet of rubble, right?
Forcing himself to take a slow, calming breath, he pushed the storm back...but at this point, it was like trying to stop a tsunami. He held onto her like a drowning man, kissing her back so hard that he could swear he heard the clink of their teeth as they knocked together. But his fear, doubled by the storm in intensity, was pretty damn hard to control. With a curse, he tore away from her and slammed out of the bathroom, ignoring his daughter's scared look from the bedroom across the way. He hurried downstairs, threw open the basement door and practically threw himself down, reaching the room below at a dead run. Unlike the top floor, the basement was neat and tidy, as if someone else had taken the time to clean. Moving over to a trunk, he quickly undid the lock, placed his hand on the edge...and proceeded to slam the lid back down on his fingers.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT CHRIST." He yelped, gritting his teeth against the tear of skin. At the flare of pain instead of the tense fear, the storm stalled and stopped. It was a trick that he'd learned by mistake in the shop, when he'd gotten pissed at one of many ex's and managed to cut his hand on a saw. Leaning back against the trunk, he let his hand hang in his lap and started cursing. Pushing himself up, he went for the stairs and made it to the second floor before leaning against the wall to look up at the staircase where his wife stood. "Still think my whole 'weirdness' thing is cool, baby? Now, let's continue our conversation. I don't want you to be here because you're in danger. But I know you aren't going to leave...so I'm buying you and Maria a vest, and I don't wanna hear anything about it." ConnieThe emotion in the room was raging as much as the storm. There was an intensity that bound them together that she couldn't explain. Connie could feel the energy radiating from him it seemed to wash over her in waves it was so strong. She held onto him tightly as he burrowed into her shoulder. Kissing his hair she just wanted to comfort him. She spoke quietly to him, practically whispering. "I know you have baby. But... people get out." She sighed , knowing that wasn't going to mean much to him.
Connie rubbed his back as they sat there together. It was such a double edged sword. One of the things she loved most about him was his passion, but all that passion twisted him up inside. As much as he liked to hide things from most people, when he cared about someone he cared deeply. His emotions were strong, she knew it was tearing him up inside, the thought of her or Maria getting hurt. But then, they were both stubborn. For Connie, leaving him was not an option. She worried just as much about him. If he wanted to send Maria back somewhere safe, she would agree to that, after all she had done that when she went looking for Dare. But Connie was staying.
When he kissed her back, it had left her breathless when he broke away. Stunned as he flew out of the bathroom, continuing out of the apartment and down the stairs.
It took her a minute to snap back, but she got to her feet. Quickly moving out of the bathroom she stopped first in the bedroom where Maria was. The poor girl was practically in tears. She had no idea what was going on. Connie took a deep breath, sat on the bed and wrapped her arms around her daughter. "Baby, it's going to be OK. Me and daddy are just trying to sort something out. It's OK... really. You stay right here, get back under the covers and mama will be right back ok? Don't move from the bed."
Connie kissed her baby girl, tucked the covers around her and got up from the bed. She hurried back down the hall, practically running down the stairs to find Dare. She stopped short when she saw him coming back up. Swallowing hard she walked down the rest of the stairs to where he stood. She saw his injured hand and ground her teeth. Connie wasn't stupid, she figured out what that had meant. She had noticed the storm settle down. "Your 'weirdness' or whatever you want to call it is part of who you are. Just like the gang, just like your psychotic father or your crazy sister. I love all of you Dare. Not just a little piece here and there. And I don't run and hide. OK. Well, maybe I did with Ray. But that was different. I didn't love Ray, I didn't belong with Ray. I ran to find you. Maybe I didn't even think that I needed you, but somehow something in me knew it. God damn it Dare. Don't do this to me. Don't try to make me feel guilty for wanting to be with you. If you want to send Maria back to Gloria we can. I'd rather her stay with us. Pops won't hurt her or allow anyone else to hurt her. As far as him trying to use us as leverage, well... He's gonna have to come straight at us then because threats aren't going to work. You can't let him manipulate you. Damn it and I'm not wearing a fucking vest. Hell with that, this is my home too."
Connie kept her gaze locked on his eyes. She picked his bleeding hand up and kissed it. They had to figure a way to get through this that they could both be OK with. DareMan...as much as he hated to admit it, this woman was his strength. He was trying his best to be stern, to pretend that the urge to push her away again was the right thing to do...but he couldn't. There was just something whispering in the back of his mind that said if he let them leave, if he forced them to go back to New Orleans...he'd never see them again. And, after all that they'd been through in the short span of 6 weeks...he just couldn't let it go. Not yet. Not ever.
His shoulders drooped slightly as he leaned against her, free hand coming up to cup her cheek with his hand. He could still feel the edge of the storm trying to grab at whatever emotion he was feeling, and he pushed it back with a sharp intake of breath. If anything, after he severed ties here, he had to learn to control this little 'gift' of his. That would have been a kicker, he thought to himself with a mocking laugh, if they lived through New York only to die in a monsoon when he stubbed his toe. Keeping his pulped hand away from her to keep blood from smearing on her shirt, he pulled her close against him. "You're right. This is home and...I'm whole when you're around. But...for the record? Don't mention your ex's. Ever." He did his best to put that careless smile back on his face, but it took too much effort. Instead, he let his head tilt down so he could rest his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry," He said softly, good hand trailing along her back. "When it comes to you and Maria...baby, I'm not used to being this afraid. I don't like it. It makes things...harder to concentrate on. But I know that if you leave, I'll fall apart somehow. And the boys...they'll smell it like blood in the water; that's what I'm afraid of. I'm weak when you two are around...but I'm dead if you're not."
He shook his head, knowing that what he was saying didn't make any sense. Closing his eyes, he pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck with a sigh. "I'm sorry, that probably doesn't make any sense. We keep on going back and forth like this, don't we? Pushing and pulling...thank God you're here to tether me to a stake."
At a small sound above them, he lifted his head to see Maria standing at the top of the stairs, bear in hand. Pulling away from Connie, he went to his daughter, who seemed relieved to see her parents embracing again. It took a hug and a promise for sweets later to get her back into the bed. At that point, Dare felt as if he'd ran a marathon and fought off an army all in one fell swoop. Sitting heavily on the stairs, he looked down at his bloody hand and shook his head. "When this' over," He said slowly, looking at his wife again. "I have to find someone who...knows about this. Ilani does, but she won't talk to me. It's getting harder to control the 'weirdness,' Connie. Too damn hard." ConnieThey stood there for awhile. Practically clinging to each other in the stairwell. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned talking about her ex's. Like she had a string of them or something, when he was the one that just happened to have a pregnancy test in his bathroom. She grumbled a little bit about that but didn't say anything. All of that was in the past for both of them. No sense in dwelling on it.
What he said made sense though, even if it was a bit crazy. Maybe it didn't make sense to anyone else, but it did to her. She understood what he was saying. They did seem to have some kind of symbiotic relationship. They needed each other. That was why she didn't want to leave, she knew she'd be lost without him. Both of them would most likely be dribbling basket cases worrying about the other one if they separated now.
Connie smiled at him. "You're not weak Dare... far from it. You're human and damn it. Don't you see how that makes you different from your father. How can it be weak to love someone? You're father thinks it makes you weak, but your father is wrong. That's his paranoia getting the best of him. How he could not want his children to be happy is even crazier than his lust for power. I mean... You'd do anything to make sure Maria is safe and happy. THAT is what a father is, a daddy."
The whole idea of them pushing and pulling, back and forth they went. It was true. The only thing she think Dare wasn't realizing was that he was her lifeline just as much as she was his. All the talk of these things that he thought made him weak. They were all things he'd been told by his father or had needed to think to survive on the streets. But the reality was, they were the very things that made him a better person, keeping him from actually being the monster that he sometimes thought he was. That was what Connie had always seen in him. Those pieces that no one else did. The man he really was, whether even he wanted to admit it or not. The man who would sacrifice himself for his daughter and his wife, even after she had betrayed him. Because deep down they both knew that is was more complicated than that. An act of betrayal that was a young wife and mother's desperate attempt to get her husbands attention blew up in her face.
Connie heard the sound at the same time Dare did. Pulling her out of her thoughts as she turned to look at their daughter standing there looking down at them. Dare moved first, so Connie hung back and just smiled up at her as daddy comforted the little girl and got her to go crawl back into bed. She sighed quietly as she watched. Wondering if he would ever see what she saw in him. That way he had about him that seemed to shine through especially bright when he let his feelings emerge around Connie and Maria. She hoped one day he would.
As Marie wandered back up the stairs into the apartment, Connie sat down next to Dare on the step. She nodded her head as he spoke. "Well... if we have to, we'll make Ilani talk to us. She's just stubborn, we'll figure something out. We could try some more experimenting. I could try throwing myself at you whenever you're feeling out of control. Maybe a quick shift of emotions will break the hold it has on you long enough to calm the storm. Because there definitely has to be a better way than you hurting yourself to stop it."
With that said, Connie took a look around. Everything was quiet no one seemed to be stirring around the building. Not that she cared anyway as she stripped off her shirt, then ripped it into some large pieces. She gave Dare a look as he seemed about to say something. "It's just a shirt and people have seen more skin at the beach, so don't start." Taking his injured hand she softly dabbed at the blood that was still oozing from the torn skin. Then she took one of the clean pieces and gently wrapped it around his hand to help stop the bleeding. Securing the makeshift bandage she lifted her legs up and stretched them across his lap. Then she leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his waist, she nuzzled into his neck. Planting soft kisses along his skin before she let out another sigh and let her head rest on his shoulder. "Maybe we should get back inside... Or we can make out on the stairs like we used to do. Remember that?" That brought a big smile to her face. It was nice to have those memories. No one could take them away, they were still there even after everything. They were quite a pair. Dare"So far, pain really is the only thing that'll stop me when I'm in full on 'weird mode.'" He said with a sigh, leaning sideways against her. "Emotion is what sets it off...and God, Con, it's been getting harder and harder to control it. I'll get pissed off at someone and...it's almost like the 'weirdness' can feel it, like it has its own mind. It wakes up, pulls at what I'm feeling and BOOM. I'm out of the loop and it's just the storm and whatever emotion I'm feeling." With a sigh, he let his hand be taken up, frowning as she used her shirt as a bandage. He let himself be shushed with a small smile, jerking a bit as the cloth touched the sensitive skin on his fingers. "If anybody walks in here and sees you, I'm gonna have to kill them," He grumbled anyway, if only for the point of the matter. Shifting her so that she was cradled in his lap, his throbbing hand safely tucked behind her back, he couldn't help but lean down and nuzzle her neck again. God, he loved the smell of her, the feel and the taste. Oh yeah, definitely the taste. Before he could remind himself that there were better things to concentrate on than his eternal desire for his wife, he leaned down to capture her lips. "I'd love that, baby...but I don't think Maria would appreciate it if she comes out looking for us again. I always had fond memories of this set of stairs." As if putting action to the words, he proceeded to shift her a bit until she sat on the happier part of his anatomy, lips traveling over her neck. It was a wonder how, in his current state of anxiety and pain, he could think about how he loved the sounds she made when they were 'making out,' but he blamed it on the adrenaline that the storm always left behind. But, as if Someone Upstairs were making sure he kept a clean head- and show Connie that he meant what he said- a familiar voice sounded in the outer hall, near the front door. Joey"Hello?" It called out uncertainly. "Hey Dare, you home? Twitchy said you'd come back, and man do I have some news for you. You seen your old man yet? If it were up to me, man, I'd say that you'd better--ERK." Practically screeching to a halt, a lanky man in his mid-twenties stopped in mid-house invasion, a bag of fries in one hand and a toothpick in the other. Doe-like eyes were wide as he took in the sight of Dare and Connie- especially Connie...HELL did his eyeballs bug out when he saw her- and he immediately started to gape. Then, as if sensing his life were in danger, he quickly whirled around. "So sorry!" He said quickly, voice choked as if he were biting back laughter. "My mistake! Shoulda Knocked first!" He peeked over his shoulder and grinned at Connie. "But damn, Dare...you've got great taste in women." DareAnd that was when Darien Buchannon reverted back to his Butcher status. Rising with a mean look on his face, he put a full wattage glare to his best friend since grade school and, satisfied as the man whipped his head back around with a squeak, proceeded to steal the bag of fries. "Connie," He said with a shake of his head. "You remember Joey. Joey, this is my wife. You will look at your shoes until she's dressed." ConnieConnie was worried about him for sure. They were going to have to figure out what was going on with him. There had to be a way for him to control it. She was sure it wasn't meant to just run rampant. She remembered he had mentioned going to the reservation, maybe they would have to go back. Be more insistent on questioning them... Someone had to know something, maybe they could at least send them to another tribe or group that might know more.
Listening as he talked about what he felt like when it happened. Nodding her head, she understood. No doubt it was pulling him in like a magnet. It practically pulled HER in when she was around him while it was happening. The energy, the way it filled the room, like static electricity it made the hair on her arms stand up and the heat that radiated off him in waves. It was powerful, but it came from him, he just needed to find the key to controlling it.
Connie grinned when he pulled her more directly onto his lap. Thoughts of his 'weirdness episodes' drifting away as she pressed herself closer to him. Funny how quickly they could shift from various modes, shock and happiness over being pregnant, arguing over sending her away, then serious discussion of his ability, then right into physical attraction that sometimes seemed to just override everything. Her arms were around him, her body responding to him. Aching for him. She let out a soft moan as his lips moved across her skin. At the mention of Maria the thought that bedtime was in order crossed her mind. Just when she was about to let Dare know that he wasn't going to have much choice because she was going to take matters into her own hands and she knew there was no way he would be able to resist her then, a voice rang out. Connie let out a groan, that turned into more like a growl when she realized the voice was actually seeking out Dare and was not just some resident on their way to their apartment or something. With a frustrated scowl she looked at Dare as she scooted back off his lap as he stood up. Sitting herself back down on the step and crossing her arms across her chest. Frowning she watched as Dare move to confront the man. Then he introduced him and she remembered who he was. "Yeah... Joey, of course. How could I not remember Joey, I fed him enough meals didn't I?" She sighed heavily still sitting on the steps, aggravated at the interruption. "Heya Joey." She muttered unenthusiastically. Then she looked at Dare and the fries. "I guess we should move this inside? We should probably order some food anyway. Maria is probably starving. It was a long drive. We need to feed her then get her to sleep." Connie got up still feeling a bit growly and stalked off back up the stairs to the apartment.
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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
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Jan 26, 2010 3:56:20 GMT -5
(Joint post with Connie and Dare and Joey 'Lucky' Barone) DareWith a curt nod, Dare motioned for Connie to proceed him into the apartment, then made as if to follow. Before he could get over the threshold, however, Joey caught hold of his arm and dragged him back. Joey"Are you freaking CRAZY, man?" He said, voice an angry whisper. "You're back with HER? Dare, baby, girlfriend...she tried to kill you. You do remember that, don't you? That LITTLE piece of information?" His eyeballs practically bugging out, he traded a look over his fellow gangster's shoulder at the doorway, then back to his friend. "'Cause I sure didn't!" DareWith a sigh, Dare just shook his head. He'd been expecting these questions, but couldn't help the burst of irritation in his chest. "I know, Joey...but things are different now. She was a kid; we both were. And some sadistic bastard got into her head while I was away, and made her feel good in ways that I shoulda. She let him in, and...shit, man. Things are different. I love her." He ran his fingers through his hair, still too raw from the storm only minutes before. He winced as his bruised hand brushed up against his jeans and resisted the urge to start growling. Joey"Oh, yeah, you love her; I think I'm gonna go puke now. Dare, you're my best friend. Do you know what kind of chick flick shit went on when you were in the hospital? You might not remember, but I was the one who found your ass half bled out on the floor! You loved her before, and she stabbed you in the back. She's a selfish, backstabbing, whor--AAIEEEE!" DareWith a yelp, Joey was slung up against the side of the building. Hurt hand or no hurt hand, fear or no fear of monsoons; no one was going to talk about his woman like that. The sky above his head rumbled in warning and he could feel the weirdness surging up to take hold of the devilish anger he felt. With a curse, he knocked his friend against the wall, then let him go, taking a step back with his chest heaving.
"You talk about her with anything but reverence and I WILL kill you, Joey. Friend or no friend." He practically snarled. "Connie is my WIFE and whatever she did in the past, she deserves your respect and reverence. Got that?" Joey, ever the guy with enough brains to know when he'd shoved his foot down his freaking throat, nodded quickly. JoeyRubbing at his neck as the Little Butcher took a step back, he couched. "Alright, I'm sorry man. You're my best friend, for chrissakes. I just don't wanna come over here and find you bleeding on the floor again. How do you know she won't do it again?" DareShaking his head, Dare just sighed. "I can't explain it to you. I just know she won't. I love her, Joey. And...man, I was gonna come find you, but...we're leaving New York. Came back to see Pops and say g'bye to the boys, but we've made a life out in New Orleans," A humorless smile lit his lips. "Maybe a new scene will keep the past away, huh?" JoeyHis eyes bugging out of his head again, Joey practically screamed. "MOVING OUT OF NEW YORK?! Are you freaking INSANE?! I knew it! I KNEW when you said you were still with her, you'd lost a screw! First off, your father's gonna freaking blow up, and for another...New Orleans? What the hell?! WHY AM I HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW?!" Dare"Because we decided before. Now, stop screaming before you scare my daughter," Dare grumbled and moved for the door again. "Be on your best behavior around my wife, Romeo, or I'll gut you where you stand." ConnieConnie continued on into the apartment. Aware that Dare and Joey had stopped at the doorway. She could hear them talking, starting out in hushed whispers that she couldn't make out what was being said. That was until she heard a scuffle and then Dare's voice. It caused her to pause in the hallway, turn and look back toward the door. Connie closed her eyes for a moment while taking a long slow breath. She new it was going to come up again and she was sure it wouldn't be the last time. It made her want to kick something. Everyone thinks had wanted Dare dead, that had never been what she wanted, but she couldn't explain that to everyone and she was getting damn tired of trying. Huffing out another breath she turned away, letting Dare deal with it in his own way. She headed back down the hall, going into the bedroom where Maria was.
Connie stopped as she walked into the room. Taking a minute just to look at the little girl curled up in the bed. She had found the TV remote and was sitting there watching the Disney channel. Smiling, Connie took another deep breath before crawling onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around her daughter and snuggled up with her, kissing her soft hair. Maria didn't say anything but Connie could tell she was still worried.
"Everything is just fine baby. Don't worry, we've just got some things to work out. That's why we had to come back here to New York. Daddy's just a little concerned about some things. Everything is going to work out."
Connie sat there and stared at the TV with Maria for a bit. There were so many thoughts in her head right now. Christ... they were going to have a baby. That's what had started everything. The fact that she was pregnant, Dare kind of freaking out about it. She really hadn't had a chance to wrap her head around it herself. A baby... that was something. Fate was a strange one she thought. She wondered what Maria was going to think, but she wanted Dare to be there with her to tell her. It would be nice to be able to talk to Dare a little bit more about it as well. Without all the drama, now that they were more settled down about it. That didn't seem like it was happening anytime soon now, with Joey showing up. That thought put a scowl on her face. She had expected it but it was still hard to swallow. Joey's reaction was not going to be unique. Most of their old crowd was going to react in a similar manner. Maybe she should have just stayed back in New Orleans. Damn it, she felt like crying again... Hugging Maria tighter she tried to make herself feel better. Joey"Yeah, yeah, where've I heard that one before?" Grumbling, Joey rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at his shoes, a sheepish smile on his face. "Look, man, I'm sorry alright? I just see that girl who let Vinny in, who nearly cuts all the freaking veins and arteries on your neck, and I get a bit shocked, okay? I mean, it's not everyday that a guy finds his best friend bleeding out on the floor." Grumbling, the younger man laughed and shook his head. "And great, now we sound like a chick flick. Quick, go shoot up a wall!" DareWith a laugh, Dare just shook his head. "You, my friend, are one bee short of a hive." Clapping his friend on the shoulder, the gangster couldn't help but shrug. "It's over, man. Whatever's in the past...it's over."
"Actually...I wouldn't count on that, Darien. Joseph, how good to see you." A chillingly familiar voice sounded from the other side of the room, causing both mens' heads to snap up. Standing ever-so-aloof and uncaring, Kincaid- the only name the guy had, as much as anyone else was concerned- and Jimmy's right hand man besides Dare himself, looked down his nose at them. Nearing the big 6-0 club and being a veteran of times when gangs really did run cities, Kincaid was deceptively frail and had the mind of a wartime strategist. And the fact that he was here, in his home... Oh joy, Daddy Dearest was calling.
Instinctively, Dare moved ever so slightly, so that he was partially in front of Joey and blocking the stairs that would lead to his family. "Kincaid...I'd say it's nice to see you, but you know how much I hate lying. What the fuck you want, you rank asshole?"
Kincaid merely smirked. "Why, to pay you a social call and offer some drinks and beverages, of course. Please don't play the idiot, Darien; I thought you would have come back from your little...trip a changed man. You father wishes to see you, as well as his daughter-in-law and granddaughter."
Well, here it was; the expected social call. Glaring at the older man, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Connie," He called out, not taking his eyes from Kincaid's face. "Pops' lap dog is here, but you can forget the mini hot dogs. You, me and Maria have to pay a visit to my father. Think you can get ready in a couple minutes?" Behind him, Joey just groaned, while Kincaid continued to smirk. ConnieConnie sat up when she heard Dare call her name. She gritted her teeth when he said that his father wanted them to come over, which of course meant RIGHT NOW. "Yeah, let me just get Maria back into her coat." Sighing she nudged Maria, "You heard your father. Looks like we are going to see your grandpa. Let's get ready."
Connie got up... taking Maria by the hand back down the hall. Connie dug into her bag and put a new shirt on. Then helped Maria shrug into her jacket. Then she grabbed her own coat and moved to where Dare was standing. Sliding her coat on as she spoke. "OK, we're ready."
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