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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 24, 2017 11:36:02 GMT -6
It wasn't just Artemis's voice that was slightly deadly, her eyes had the look of wanting to wring Peter's neck. He shrugged slightly, and as much as she hated to admit it, he had a point. Neither of the two companions were sober enough to even make it back to their respective houses. Plus she didn't want to have to deal with explaining to Lacie's grandfather all the details of his granddaughter's adventures that evening. He was probably a reasonable man, but it would just be too complicated to explain. She took another deep breath and reminded herself to stay calm and not lose her temper.
"Fine, you're stuck here, but what are you going to do if the owner comes back?" Coal bin? Who was that? The question was immediately answered by the voice from the other room. "Ginger, did you let someone else break in?! The whole point of breaking in is for us to have the place for awhile? Get it together, Ginger." followed by singing. It was The Idiot. What was his name again? She didn't remember ever officially meeting him before, it was probably a good thing though. She might have socked him in the jaw the moment she met him...
She whipped back around the moment Lacie started talking though. She claimed she was trying to save Al's ass. Ah so that was his actual name. She had questions, but this wasn't the time or place to ask them. As if summoned, The Idiot emerged from the bedroom wearing clothes Artemis was fairly sure didn't belong to him. This was when Artemis's brain also registered that Peter was only wearing a pair of pants, no shirt on. If she wasn't so pissed at him, she might have been slightly embarrassed. Lacie snickered and made a brief but memorable introduction. "Oh, right. Al, this is Arty. Arty, Al. You two oughta get along like cats and fuckin' dogs." she said purposefully and waltzed out of the room. Artemis stared after her slack jawed before she turned to Peter, the murderous rage back in her eyes.
"Who taught her that word? And who told you-" she turned to Al, "that you could go around putting on other peoples clothes! And you!" Her focus was now solely on Peter. "Put on a bloody shirt!" With that she threw the rumpled collection of the clothes they had left behind, at him.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 24, 2017 13:28:13 GMT -6
Peter couldn't help but snicker at Al's appearance: apparently he had found himself a bathrobe and slippers in the bathroom and was now parading around in the apartment showing off his 'stolen look.' Except the robe was much too big for him, and he looked more like he was drowning in it than wearing it.
"Well don't you look like a million bucks!" Lacie said from her corner of the room, the sarcasm in her tone clear.
Peter laughed along with her, chiming in with his own amused remarks. "Ya think we could sell 'im off for jus' as much?" He smirked, pointing his finger over towards Al as he looked between Lacie and Arty - though Arty definitely didn't look like he was enjoying the situation at all.
"Do you know each other?" Al asked, staring at Peter as he sat down on the arm of the couch. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
Lacie instantly chimed in, swaying a little bit as she spoke. "Oh, right. Al, this is Arty. Arty, Al," she said as she gestured to each in turn. "You two oughta get along like cats and fuckin' dogs."
The entire room fell silent for a moment, save for Peter who instantly started laughing at the expressions on everyone's faces. It wasn't like it was the first time he had heard Lacie curse, and the fact that she let one slip out while drunk didn't surprise him in the least bit. In fact, he couldn't be more humored at that moment...
Until Arty suddenly turned on him.
"Who taught her that word?" he said, his raging eyes focused on Peter. He was clearly in a mood and wasn't going to take much more of the night, which made Peter curious; after all, he had only just shown up to the apartment. Why was he so mad about the fact they were lounging around at some random person's place? Unless... Peter thought, his mind racing. Arty really was a' tha' party... He couldn't really think of any other reason for him to be as mad as he was, seeing as he wouldn't have known about the scuffle in the alley or the encounter inside the lounge.
Arty continued to yell back and forth between both Al and Peter before he finally threw the clothes they had left in the alley straight at Peter's head. "And you!" he cried, focusing all his anger on Peter now. "Put on a bloody shirt!"
Peter cocked an eyebrow at the boy, not entirely sure what the big deal was in the slightest. But he gave him a quick shrug of the shoulders in response. "Alrigh', alrigh'," he replied with a sigh as he picked up the shirt from the suit Lacie had originally brought and slipped into it. It was slightly too wide in the middle, but otherwise it fit fine enough and more importantly wasn't completely covered in dirt and filth.
Finally turning towards Al, trying hard not to laugh at how ridiculous the raven-haired kid looked, he gestured in a playful and slightly sarcastic manner towards Arty who was still casting death glances in his direction. "Leave i' ta slick fingers ta crash the party," he said with a snort.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 26, 2017 21:38:15 GMT -6
Al continued to stare at this woman until he heard Lacie chime in. He turned to her widening his eyes hearing what she had to say, "Oh, right. Al, this is Arty. Arty, Al," she said as she gestured to each in turn. "You two oughta get along like cats and fuckin' dogs."
He widened his eyes when he heard the word slip from her tongue. He began to burst out into laughter, pointing at her. He turned to Peter and said, "I love this chickadee!" He continued to laugh, almost falling off of the arm of the chair. He was then caught off guard by the nagging of the new boy. Arty. Al groaned and said, "I wear what I want, when I want, how I want and I don't care what anyone has to say." He winked at him, rolling his eyes and peaking over to Peter.
Al looked at Peter and grinned saying, "I think he has a right to not wear a shirt! This is America you know? Land of the free, something like that? Al was trying to keep a straight face but couldn't. He began to laughed again and looked back up at Arty. He watched Peter put on the shirt and grabbed a little at it, "Well, I preferably thought the "no-shirt look" was a manly choice but I guess this can work too." Al shrugged and then continued, "I was going to plan on walking around the town in our new outfits." He motioned to what he was wearing then looked back at Peter, "Now I can't take you anywhere!" He nudged Peter with his elbow and began to chuckle.
He was still focusing on Peter as he heard him say, "Leave i' ta slick fingers ta crash the party," he said with a snort.He was completely agreeing with everything Peter said. Al widened his eyes, throwing his hand up laughing, "I know right? You think a person would know how to lighten up. Especially, not going and trying to lecture people when they broke into someone's apartment also." He grinned and then looked at Arty's outfit and said, "Don't even try to start lecturing me on fashion either" He said it so seriously and it was hard to take him seriously. I don't think anyone is ever going to take Al serious.
He rose up off of the couch's arm, grinning and began to walk to the bed. He turned around and said, "Now if you'll excuse me. I need beauty sleep." He hopped on the bed, flopping down onto it, spread out, looking ridiculous. He didn't move though he just lied there still.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 26, 2017 21:55:44 GMT -6
"Who taught her that word?" Arty demanded. "And who told you that you could go around putting on other peoples clothes! And you! Put on a bloody shirt!"
"Leave i' ta slick fingers ta crash the party," Peter said. Even from in the bathroom, Lacie could hear the amusement in his voice.
Lacie smiled to herself as she scrubbed away the dirt and grime from their night on the town--quite literally, too, considering they'd roof-hopped for about a block. With how close together the buildings were, it wasn't hard, even if two of them had been drunk. Stupid? Sure. Definitely stupid. But despite how silly she felt being carried around, Lacie had still felt an exhilaration at the sight of the city from so high up.
It made her feel alive.
Satisfied that she was clean, Lacie stepped out of the shower and dried off, only to realize... Ah, shit. She cracked open the door slightly, enough so they could hear hear her clearly but not enough so that she could peek out. "Hey, can one of you guys toss me a shirt or somethin'? I forgot to grab one!"
Yep. Stupid decisions abound. Ah well.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 27, 2017 18:51:01 GMT -6
"Leave i' ta slick fingers ta crash the party," Peter said with a snort. Artemis sighed as Peter and Al continued to make clever and slightly dumb comments. She knew she needed to calm herself down slightly before she either blew her cover or blew up even more at the boys. The whole situation was just chaotic in general. It didn't help she really wanted to throttle both of them. Al widened his eyes, throwing his hand up laughing, "I know right? You think a person would know how to lighten up. Especially, not going and trying to lecture people when they broke into someone's apartment also." Okay scratch that, she just wanted to throttle him.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" She asked, slightly surprised at Al's comment. "Last I checked, I'm doing quite alright in the outfit department. I look better than you both do right now." She remarked sarcastically.
The two of them had gone on and on about the shirt that by the time Peter finally put it on, she just couldn't find it in herself to press the issue more. For some reason she couldn't put into words, there was just something about this Al kid that made her nuts. Maybe it was the fact he lived his life with reckless abandon? Something told her this wasn't going to be the first or the last time he got them into a situation. Hopefully the next time he did something this stupid he'd get what he deserved.
By the time The Idiot had declared his intentions for the bed, Artemis suppressed a groan. She shouldn't have gotten involved at all, if she had been smart she would've just kept walking gone back to her own room and slept the night away. Unfortunately though she was far too invested in her friends to do that. The decision had been made and all she could hope for now was that Dean stayed far away from his room tonight. Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice of Lacie asking for a shirt. Shit, in all the mess I forgot to grab her a change of clothes. Maybe I could go back to my room and grab something? No, that's way to suspicious... Out of the corner of her eye she saw Peter in the shirt she'd thrown at him. She silently cursed at the way things were turning out. It seemed fate had some stock in proving her to be the biggest fool tonight. At this rate she was going to give Al a run for his money. "Red, can you give me the shirt back. I'm gonna need to throw it to Lacie." Artemis sent up a silent prayer that Peter wouldn't tease her too much about this, she didn't expect it to work.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 27, 2017 19:36:48 GMT -6
Peter glanced at Al out of the corner of his eye, listening to him banter on about America and the freedom to go around wearing whatever he wanted. The guy was definitely the most entertaining fella he'd ever met, with a loud mouth to match. Most people found it annoying, and while Peter probably had more right to chuck the guy into the next dumpster for all the adventures he got dragged into by him, he merely shrugged his shoulders at Al's antics.
Sure, that usually wound him up in stickier situations than he woulda liked, but he trusted his partner in crime. And when it came down to it, he'd be there to pull him out of a tight spot.
Which of course, was on a daily basis.
"Well, I preferably thought the 'no-shirt look' was a manly choice but I guess this can work, too," the raven-haired boy continued as he raised up part of Peter's shirt. "I was going to plan on walking around the town in our new outfits. Now I can't take you anywhere!" Al nudged him in the shoulder as he laughed. Peter smirked back at the guy, gesturing to his discarded clothes literally covered in grime.
"Such a shame, since I wear dir' an' smoke so well," Peter joked along with Al, punching him playfully in the arm back. Though now his partner-in-crime's attention was on Arty, calling him out on his own clothes to which Peter just rolled his eyes at before Al suddenly got up from the edge of the couch and walked towards the bed.
"Now if you'll excuse me," Al began as he jumped onto the mattress, "I need beauty sleep."
Peter snorted, watching the guy sprawl out in his stolen robe like a starfish. "Ya sure do, Coal Bin," he replied playfully. He couldn't help but hear Arty groan from the corner of the room and he turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Ya think thi' is bad," Peter said as he gestured towards Al's lifeless form on the bed, rolling his eyes a little. "ya'should count yurself lucky! Coal Bin's a natural haz'rd to 'imself." He winked towards the bed, knowing full well Al could hear him.
Suddenly, Peter heard Lacie calling from inside the bathroom, asking for a change of clothes. He glanced at the pile of soiled clothes that were way too big for Lacie and sighed; none of those were going to work in the least bit. Altho'...
He was interrupted by the sound of Arty calling out to him, feeling the lad's eyes on him. "Red," the guy asked, "Can you give me the shirt back? I'm gonna need to throw it to Lacie."
Peter smirked back at Arty, letting a light laugh escape his lips. "Make up yur mind, Art," he said as he shrugged the shirt off, baring his upper torso yet again, and tossed it over towards him. "I knows I look good an' all, but I can only do one option at'a time!" But he knew the guy was right; none of the outfits they had on them - other than the shirt he had on now - would work, even though the garment would probably drown Lacie. But she needed covering more than they did; Peter could just take a quick trip to Lina's when he had to drop off the soiled suit of his anyway.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 27, 2017 20:48:54 GMT -6
Al continued to lay on the bed, looking like a lifeless lug. He listened to how Arty thought his outfit was bad and he scoffed at him. "You wish you could look this good, okay?" He said followed by him chuckling at his own remark. He peaked his head around at Peter and grinned at his comment, "Ya think thi' is bad," Peter said as he gestured towards Al's lifeless form on the bed, rolling his eyes a little. "ya'should count yurself lucky! Coal Bin's a natural haz'rd to 'imself." Al saw him wink towards him and couldn't help but chuckle. He knew Peter was nothing but a playful kid. It was why he got along with him so well. He was after all his favorite. "I might be a hazard but I know for a fact i am an exciting one, Ginger. You're just jealous." He grinned staring at him.
He laid there still again on the bed enjoying the silence only to hear Lacie's voice. He peaked around for a shirt and couldn't find one and heard Arty's remark. He couldn't contain his thoughts. He rolled over holding back for a moment but he couldn't take it. "Oh, seems like you can't make up your mind now?" He said to Arty. Al turned back over and flopped down onto the bed again. He looked over his shoulder at Arty and said, "Maybe he's just eyeing you Peter." Al had a whole attitude change and curiosity started to take over him. His mind started to race and it was never good. Whenever his mind raced he said anything that came out. He grinned and thought about the whole situation.
Al got looked up and pointed at Arty and said, "You're gonna have to pay for a show! We aren't cheap, ya hear!?" Al raised his voice playfully and cracked a smile as he finished the sentence. He looked over to Peter and winked from his playful attitude and laid down saying, "Sheesh, have some manners." He remarked off towards Arty.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 27, 2017 21:43:25 GMT -6
"You wish you could look this good, okay?" When Al scoffed at her Artemis felt slightly indignant. She had put a lot of thought and effort into looking like this thank you very much, and she wasn't about to let him get away with that smart comment. "Oh yes, a stolen bathrobe and boxers. Well sir you really are the pinnacle of fashion if I do say so myself." He looked so comfortable on the bed it made her miss her own that much more. She was going to get even with him somehow, someway.
As expected Artemis's prayer for mercy from the two boys went unheard. Peter smirked back at Arty, letting a light laugh escape his lips. "Make up yur mind, Art," he said as he shrugged the shirt off, baring his upper torso yet again, and tossed it over towards him. "I knows I look good an' all, but I can only do one option at'a time!" While any normal girl might have had the decency to blush, Artemis was neither normal nor a girl at that moment. Well technically she was, but that was beside the point.
Al's muffled voice came from the bedroom, "Maybe he's just eyeing you Peter." He wasn't entirely wrong. A small barely noticeable smirk formed across her lips as she watched Peter remove the shirt. He wasn't too bad on the eyes, unsurprisingly he was fit. One had to be after all if they were constantly running an avoiding being caught. She caught the shirt easily and paused as Al chimed in from the bedroom. You're gonna have to pay for a show! We aren't cheap, ya hear!?" Al raised his voice playfully and Artemis rolled her eyes s he continued. "Sheesh, have some manners."
Fine, two could play at that game. Her smirk became quite evident and she crossed her arms. "Gee that's awful rich coming from you Idiot. You know I'd totally offer to strip off my shirt if you paid me, but you wouldn't be able to afford it." She knew full well she was treading in semi dangerous grounds with her words. It didn't matter though, neither one of them would take her up on the offer. Plus after all the time they had poked fun at her, she figured it was only fair to get even a little. With a grin she stood and dropped the shirt off outside the door. "Here you go Lacie, try not to get this one dirty too." after a moment she quickly retreated back to the main room with the shirtless Peter. She was so exhausted right now her brain was trying to compensate. As such the result was her being a little snarkier than usual.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 27, 2017 23:05:40 GMT -6
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Arty asked, slightly surprised at Al's comment. "Last I checked, I'm doing quite alright in the outfit department. I look better than you both do right now." A few seconds more and she could be heard asking Peter for the shirt back. The three of them shared words regarding beauty sleep, clothing choices, and tendencies toward self-destructive habits--the last one in particular refeering to Al, which Lacie couldn't disagree with.
All the while blondie in the bathroom stood waiting, a towel draped around herself and her ear to the cracked door so she could hear them. More banter followed, at which point Al spoke up again, earning a grin from Lacie: "You're gonna have to pay for a show! We aren't cheap, ya hear!?"
"Gee that's awful rich coming from you Idiot. You know I'd totally offer to strip off my shirt if you paid me, but you wouldn't be able to afford it," Arty retorted. Lacie giggled slightly. Yowza, Arty was being brave. Footsteps approached the door and Lacie stood up straight at the sound of fabric falling to the floor. "Here you go Lacie, try not to get this one dirty too."
Lacie bent down and reached her arm out, searching blindly for the shirt for a moment before grabbing it and pulling it into the room with her. She stood up, pushing the door shut in the process, then grabbed at the counter. Woah. She stood up too fast. The girl sighed. It took a few seconds for the dizziness to go away, then she quickly dressed herself. Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, a small towel draped over her shoulders as she dried off her hair.
"Your turn if you want it, Peter," she said, plopping down onto the nearest seat with a grin.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 28, 2017 14:51:28 GMT -6
To say that the night had gone by smoothly would be the greatest lie Dean had told himself over the last couple of weeks, which was somewhat of an extraordinary feat, seeing how much he tried to convince himself everything was alright with the course he had chosen for his life. Not only was he extremely tired, his each and every limb burning with exhaustion, making the undercover Bureau agent feel as if he could collapse at any second; but he could also barely keep himself thinking straight due to the incredibly annoying feeling of his nose being practically numb after its close encounter with Salvatore's fist. Dean could brag that he was a persistent kind of guy, insisting on getting up, no matter how hard he was beat, but this was ridiculous.
Adding up to his own frustration was the fact that he had finally established contact with Don Korso, yet not in the way he would have preffered. If anything, he had at least given the head of the Marcello family a good vibe, which suited him; but he did not like passing as an impulsive kind of guy. Impulsive men rarely got promoted and that would surely make it harder for him to get close to the Don. In a way, his mission had come closer to fruition while steering incredibly far away from completion in a matter of seconds. At least he could try and gain some affection from the Don, if it meant anything.
Upon seeing the sillhouette of the hotel he had been lodged in for the last couple on months, Dean smiled briefly, his tired eyes finding some solace in a chance of resting up properly. Beatrice did not seem to be around, seeing how he had seen her at the party, which made him assume she was probably sound asleep. He could not exactly blame her. He felt as if he was falling apart, and he was a young man.
As he made his way up the staircase that led to his room, Dean could not help but narrow his eyes upon hearing noise coming from his floor. Was Chel home already? If anything, wouldn't she be asleep as well? She looked as if she was completely exhausted. Yet, he supposed one could never tell. Taking a deep breath, his apathy turned into shock when he realized the noise came from within his room.
Dean was usually an incredibly calm person, yet now he could feel himself boil in annoyance at the prospect of having someone invading his property. It would be the the third time that week, as far as he could tell. Boy, he was about to be darned upset, was he not?
Sighing as he rolled the key in the door's lock, the click that indicated he was free to come inside made Dean chuckle a bit in annoyance before he stepped in, swiftly, yet in a very relaxed manner, looking at the mess that was transpiring in front of him. The smell of alcohol and sweat was pronounced and obvious, which annoyed him to no end. Were these kids for real?
Incredibly casually, Dean made his way to the couch, taking a seat as he lit up a cigarette, his leg shaking a bit while he stared at the bed, his eyebrow raised. "You know, when someone has their private home it usually means you should steer away from it." he muttered, exhaling a large cloud of smoke while eyeing the many children in front of him. "Do you guys multiply or-..." he halted in his speech upon noticing Al, whose presence had been unrecognized until that moment. "Is that my...oh no." he groaned at himself, rubbing his temple as he felt about to have an aneurism.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 28, 2017 15:24:55 GMT -6
"Maybe he's just eyeing you, Peter," Al commented from the bed and Peter rolled his eyes towards him.
"Well I am qui' the catch," he replied teasingly, raising his arms up high and flexing his muscles before folding them back over his chest again. Even though he was rather lean from not eating very often, he still retained quite a bit of muscle from all the climbing, jumping, and running he did. Though if he ever got into a fist fight, he probably wouldn't last very long depending on the guy.
Arty delivered the shirt to Lacie while Peter leaned back on the desk, feeling the exhaustion from the day's events start to seep into his limbs. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever gotten into this much craziness in only a few hours time-span, and that was definitely saying something considering some of the adventures he'd been in in the past. The thought made him smile to himself, his expression one of amusement.
"Your turn if you want it, Peter," Lacie replied as she walked out in the oversized shirt. Peter turned to look at her, shaking his head a little.
"Nah, Lace, I'm good," he replied with a small smile in her direction. He still wasn't sure who's place this was, and the more they touched things, the more they were going to be leaving traces where they didn't want any. Plus there weren't exactly any outfit options to change into, so the endeavor would be rather pointless once he stepped outside into the dirt and grime bare-chested anyway. "Only so m'ny clothes ta go ar-"
Peter was cut off mid-sentence by the sound of footsteps outside the door, and the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. Well, guess we'll fin' ou' who lives 'ere now, he thought with a small laugh as the door opened, his eyes watching the situation carefully. He just hoped it wasn't someone they were going to seriously regret barging in on, not with two drunks in the house...
Though Peter was shocked to see the guy who paid him for showing where to get matches from a while back. Dean was 'is name, righ'? he wondered as he looked at the guy now standing in front of them and taking in the scene. He was confused as to where Al could have possibly ran into this guy in order to know where he lived, but then again, there was never any knowing with Al. Which always made things much more exciting, to be honest.
"Why, if i' isn' Mista Paul & Dean's," the redhead said playfully, putting emphasis on the last name. "I see ya go' yurself a new hat." He nodded with his head towards the coat rack where one hung off a hook, feeling rather amused by the poor guy's face.
"You know, when someone has their private home," Dean replied as he made his way slowly towards his couch and sat down, "it usually means you should steer away from it." He lit a cigarette and started to smoke, his eyes wandering around the room. When they fell on Al in his robe and bed, Peter tried to stifle back a laugh at the guy's reaction.
Leave i' ta Coal Bin to put the guy in the hospital, Peter thought with an amused sigh as he watched Dean slowly rub his head as he groaned.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 28, 2017 15:53:52 GMT -6
Al grinned and listened to Arty's response, "Gee that's awful rich coming from you Idiot. You know I'd totally offer to strip off my shirt if you paid me, but you wouldn't be able to afford it." Al couldn't help but laugh, he peaked back only to say, "I think one hundred bucks could afford it." He said it in a challenging manner, he always was up to tease and he did have money for it. He had worked a couple of nights before this, swiping wallets left and right. He knew he would need some extra cash for the party. He ended up not spending any of it, it was a miracle he didn't blow it all by now. He laid back down on the pillow and continued to relax.
He continued to drift off, finally about to get some sleep. He didn't even mind Peter's remarks. He was used to them by now and his voice was pretty calm all the time. It never really caused any anxiousness to arise in him.The relaxation totally disappeared as he heard the door open. He let out a groan and then mumbled, "Can't a man get some sleep?" He say it seriously but with a playful hint to it. He grabbed the pillow and placed it over his head trying to block out any unexpected anger that was to come. He was surprised when he heard none though. He started smelling the smoke and it caused him to turn over on the bed. He listened to Peter's remark and smiled. It was a small world, I guess you could say. He tossed the pillow to the side, his hair was a mess now, the curls were going everywhere. He smiled big and replied cheerfully, "Hey, chum, buddy, ol' pal! I haven't seen you in for ages? So, how is life?" Al sat up and plopped his head on the palm of his own hand, staring at him.
He didn't even seem to be phased by the aggravation on Dean's face. He knew he wasn't supposed to touch his stuff but he couldn't resist. He was always so impulsive and didn't think of what his actions might cause. I guess you could say that it was Typical Al. He then turned his attention to Peter and said, "You know him too? Isn't he just great! Gotta love'm." He smiled big at Peter and then Dean. He then lost interest diving back down into the covers and grabbed the pillow once more.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 28, 2017 18:45:27 GMT -6
"Make it three hundred and I might consider it." she responded back, smiling slightly in amusement. Artemis had been working on coming up with something clever to say in response to Al's current state when the door opened. Her eyes flashed in a momentary panic as Dean stood there looking as though he was slowly processing the fact his room had been broken into. She sincerely hoped he wouldn't immediately go tell Ms. Harris about the intrusion or recognize her. Oh and there were the cops too, if he called them not only would her cover be blown but they'd all have to explain why exactly Lacie was dressed in nothing but a shirt and a towel. Yeah that wouldn't go over well with her grandfather at all.
"I see ya go' yurself a new hat." Peter nodded towards the coat rack where one hung off a hook. She was so confused right now. She couldn't help but stare slack jawed as Dean casually made his way to the couch. As he took a seat and lit up a cigarette, she noticed his leg shaking a bit while he looked around, his eyebrow raised. "You know, when someone has their private home it usually means you should steer away from it." She almost laughed. He appeared for the moment, to be handling this much better than she had thought he would. That didn't last long as she quickly recognized the agitation he was trying to hide. "Do you guys multiply or-..."He trailed off as he noticed the fifth member of their party. It didn't help at all when Al pranced out of the room, still wearing the stolen robe and boxers. She almost groaned herself. "Is that my...oh no." he groaned at himself, rubbing his temple. She bit her lip, holding back a well aimed insult toward The Idiot. Why was he such a pain?
More importantly though, why the hell were these two so chummy with her neighbor? She knew he probably hadn't agreed to house their crew that night, or any night in general. If the situation were reversed and she found her room broken into with the culprits still there, she'd probably demand they leave. After a moment Al retreated back to the bedroom once more. "You've got to be kidding me?" She muttered to herself, nudging Lacie with her elbow she shot the other girl an exasperated look. "Do you know him too?" she asked, feeling like the world was going mad.
After taking a deep breath she shot a well aimed look toward Peter. She didn't say anything but her face perfectly conveyed that he was going to be giving an explanation to her later and it had better be a damn good one. In the mean time she focused on trying not to draw Dean's attention to her.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 28, 2017 19:30:41 GMT -6
A whole lot happened in the minute following Lacie claiming the cushioned chair by the lamp. Peter declined the shower, for practical reasons... She did see why it wouldn't really matter if he just was gonna get back into dirty clothes. Arty and Al were challenging each other to some sort of bet regarding clothes (she really hoped they weren't about to try to see each other naked, though considering she knew the truth about Arty while Al and Peter seemed to remain oblivious, it was unlikely) and then the door unlocked. Lacie's head whipped around at the sound of someone entering the room, her eyes wide like a doe caught in the headlights.
A man she vaguely recognized from somewhere sat himself down on one end of the couch and she tucked her legs under herself, unable to suppress a giggle at Al and Peter's reactions. Arty elbowed her and she shifted with a louder giggle, shaking her head.
"Never met the guy in my life," she replied, nudging Arty back. "I think I remember seeing this fella talking to Peter a while back, don't know how Dumb Dora knows him, though." She sat up straight and smiled at the guy, still feeling the effects of the booze. "Lacie Rose is my name, pal. Don't feel too bad, this situation's actually a lot tamer than the one we were in earlier. Lotsa shady people at that new lounge just itchin' to make an example of us youngsters." She turned to Al, sticking out her tongue. "Ain't that right, Dora?"
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 28, 2017 20:01:30 GMT -6
He was more tired than what he had initially expected. That was truly an euphemism, actually. In all honesty, Dean was beat down and exhausted, finding it incredibly hard to remain focused on much of anything, something in him begging for him just to sleep. Sadly, as fate would have it, a weird bunch of misfits has decided to disturb his sanctuary of sorts. Sure, the streets were noisy and most of the guests just could not keep quiet, even if their lives depended on it, but it was incredibly annoying to think on just how much the world insisted on not letting him relax.
Tapping his knee with his fingers in a surprisingly well coordinated pace, Dean let out a nervous chuckle when he started to grasp the situation he had at hands. Hearing all these kids, their different personalities, their different plights and different ways of reacting to his arrival was comical, to say the least; albeit he could not shake off the never ending feeling of frustration towards the entire situation.
"You-" he was about to say, his finger pointed at the redhead; his trail of thought being cut when the oh so charming boy reminded him of the dry joke shared between them in their first encounter. "-look here, window boy. You can-" he tried again, this time directed at Al, who was probably the one invoking most of his annoyance. Dean had a simple set of rules that consisted of not touching his personal items, yet Al seemingly had a talent for not listening. Perhaps Dean would display his talent for hanging people from the window as well. Before he could continue, however, the boy had already faded away, which indicated he was not in the best condition. "And who are you two?" he suddenly shot upon noticing another boy, this one young and rather curious looking; and a little girl, incredibly small yet with some feisty demeanor in her eyes, even if her speech sounded odd.
He decided that since he was having far too much to process in one go, he'd hold his horses and think. Shaking his hand, the smoke emanating from his cigarette flowing around the room's air, Dean bit down into his lips as he began laughing softly, in a rather high pitched manner; annoyance and amusement being made evident. "Okay. Look, there's a lot to do in this life." he said as he got up and killed his cigarette. "I'm not wasting it here yet." he vented in an annoyed whisper of sorts before walking to the window and taking a deep breath of fresh air, looking forward for a couple of seconds, while trying to ignore the bulging pain in the back of his head and on his nose.
Eyeing the lower streets for a couple of seconds, the undercover agent took a deep breath before turning back to the kids that were traspassing his personal space. This was going to be incredibly hard to manage, so he'd have to do it fast before he lost his grip and said something he'd regret. Sometimes he really praised himself as the most contained and controlled man in the world.
"You. Peter, yeah? Okay, first off, how the hell did you know I lived here? Okay, no, you know what? Never mind, I know the answer to that." he said with a groan, smiling with annoyance at the tall redhead before pointing at Al, not even looking at the coal haired boy just yet. "This one came in here before. I really gotta start locking my windows. Fine, fine. I don't care. I don't even care, it's fine..." he whispered, rubbing his temple as he eyed Al's entire clothing choice. Boy, did the kid like grating on his nerves.
Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his face a bit before looking back at Peter. "Tell you what...get my robe out of that guy in sixty seconds and I won't make sure it's the last thing he wears, okay, Pete?" he offered in a rather demanding tone before chuckling a bit and looking at the girls.
"Okay, first off, I agree with you, blondie." he said to the other boy, poiting at him with a nod before eyeing the other two once again. "People like to kid around here a lot. I swear, I don't even...ugh. Fine, I'm fine..." he kept assuring himself as he eyed the other girl, his eyebrow raising in disbelief before he rubbed his eyes and groaned. "Okay, look...who the hell thought it was a good idea to get a kid drunk? I swear to God."
Falling down on his couch again, he took a deep breath as he eyed the ceiling and chuckled at the entire situation, his anger now leaving him as fast as it had come. "Okay, let's do this. Blondie? Yeah, you look like a sane guy here. There's a kettle downstairs. Bring it here. I have coffee." he began, his finger pointed at Arty again, even if his gaze did not meet the boy. "We're all gonna have a lovely chat here as we fix Lacie's hangover to come, yeah?"
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