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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 28, 2017 20:28:03 GMT -6
Peter could feel Arty sending dagger-like stares in his direction, to which he merely shrugged and pretended like he didn't notice. It definitely wasn't the biggest issue at the moment, as Dean looked like he was about to pass out or blow up; Peter wasn't quite sure which one just yet.
Turning from one hooligan to the next, Dean directed his attention on them specifically, first scolding them and then redirecting his focus onto another kid before he could finish. The guy definitely was fighting to remain calm, the annoyance very clear on his face. Finally, his gaze fell on Peter.
"Tell you what," he said in a rather demanding tone. "Get my robe off of that guy in sixty seconds," he continued as he gestured towards Al on the bed, "and I won't make sure it's the last thing he wears, okay, Pete?"
Peter raised his eyebrows in an amused expression, laughing a little as he pushed himself off the desk he was leaning on with a little hop. "Sur' thing, Mom," he muttered under his breath as he walked over towards the bed. Now looking over Al's sprawled form, he couldn't help but smile in amusement. He loved the idea of this challenge, knowing full well Al wasn't gonna go quietly.
"Up an' at'em, sunshine," Peter said as he grabbed hold of the robe and literally rolled Al out of it and off of the bed in the process. "Ya know, I always though' ya looked bette' withou' it." He raised the robe up as he spoke, holding it tauntingly in the air while flashing a smirk in Al's direction.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 28, 2017 20:51:44 GMT -6
Al giggled at Peter's comment. He thought to himself, Mom, that is definitely gonna stick with him now. I like it. Al groaned feeling the tugging of the robe, it caused him to roll off the bed entirely, and stumble against a cabinet. It didn't hurt him, it surely did way him though. He continued to lay there for a moment robe-less. He then had a small grin come across his face as he peaked at Peter, "Keep it, I don't even want it." He said to throw off Peter. He shrugged, standing up and crawling back onto the bed. He waited until Peter seemed a little calm and everything was starting to come to a stop. It was as if for a short moment "peace" was a thing that existed with these hooligans. Al's grin turned into a devious smile as he whipped around and lunged towards Peter, pinning him. He grabbed the robe and then yelled, "Finders keepers, Gingersnap! Sheesh, ya' think you know a guy." He looked up at the others and motioned to Peter below him and said, "Stealing from his best mate, it is the way of the world now." He tried to keep a serious face but the corners of his lips curled slightly.
He looked over at Dean and then said, "Besides, you shouldn't leave valuables lying around? You're just asking for someone to be tempted to take them and in this case-" He motioned to himself in the robe and said, "wear them and look better in them." He began to laugh, he jumped up and began putting the robe back on. He did a spin in it, then turned to face Peter below him and doing a bow. "Now if you'll excuse me." He jumped back onto the bed and began to nap again.
He peaked over at Peter and puckered his lips. He started doing a kiss motion and said, "By the way, I look great both ways Ginger." He dramatically winked at him while covering his head with the pillow again. He knew that Peter wasn't going to give up that easily. The kid had some fire in him just like Al. They were alike in so many ways, sometimes it was even scary.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 28, 2017 22:53:05 GMT -6
If Dean made it through this night without collapsing due to barely contained stress, it would be a miracle. If Al made it through this night without being killed by either her or Dean, it would be even more of a miracle. She was still a little angry with all of them, and the only one she could lecture was Lacie, who was probably too tipsy to remember anything that might happen that night. It seemed her neighbor had given up trying to get an answer and instead instructed her to go grab a kettle for coffee. She could never stand the stuff butt desperate times called for desperate measures. Plus it gave her an excuse to catch a breath of fresh air and get away from the two boys she wanted to smother. She left the room as Dean ordered the return of the robe. Personally she probably would've let Al die, but the decision was not up to her. Closing the door behind her she leaned against it for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. Everything was going crazy, couldn't she just have five minutes of peace?
Rather then take the time and effort to go downstairs and retrieve the kettle mentioned by Dean, Artemis chose to retreat momentarily to her room a few doors down. She quickly unlocked it and slipped in. She had a kettle in here somewhere, she'd used it the other day. After a few minutes of searching around she finally found it and grinned triumphantly. This one was going to be much better than the one Dean had mentioned. With a small sigh she looked longingly at her bed before shutting and locking the door to her room. Tomorrow was another day and she could sleep through it. Slowly she opened the door to Dean's room, unsure of what she was going to see when she walked in. "I've got the kettle." She said, holding it up a little and feeling a little proud of herself.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 30, 2017 18:49:34 GMT -6
Boy oh boy, it seemed they broke the guy. He couldn't even finish a lecture before he tried to move on to lecturing someone else in the group, and he looked like he was in physical pain from the sheer amount of frustration he was feeling. Yikes. Lacie looked back and forth between the four others in the room, the smile not quite leaving her face as they bickered and bantered. The smell of cigarette smoke reminded her of Papa with his cigars, though cigar smoke was stronger and made her cough.
The blonde giggled at the scene of Peter and Al tangling up over the robe that Dean was requesting. She looked to Arty and waved as he left the room to look for a kettle. With a sigh, Lacie laid curled up in the chair, using the armrest as a pillow. Her back was hurting a little, but she didn't mind all that much, since she was resting now. A few seconds went by before a look of realization flashed in her eyes.
"Hey!" she said, pushing herself up from her partially-laying position. "I ain't a kid, wise guy! I'm fourteen!" Lacie made a face and laid back down, small enough to curl into the chair comfortably, grumbling. "Not my fault I'm built small..."
Arty had come back at that point and Lacie waved again, looking annoyed but otherwise giving a smile.
"This schmuck is the billionth person to call me a kid today, Arty! Give him a prize!"
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 30, 2017 19:49:54 GMT -6
Dean tilted his head back while eyeing the entire situation in front of him, a faint look of amusement sparking in his eyes, even if he was about to burst into a fit of sheer exhaustion any second now. He was a controlled man, though, or at least he liked to tell himself that. He got himself in situations like this for caring about kids he met in the street, so he'd just have to deal with it, wouldn't he?
Approaching Peter, Dean returned to a serious expression, mechanicaly reaching out to pull the robe away from his before slipping it on his arms, finding comfort in regaining his prized posession. His finger raising again in front of the redhead's eyes as he pointed between Peter and Al, Dean repeated once again, his voice apathetic and almost automatic, as if he had memorized it specifically. "Do. Not. Touch. My. Stuff. Or. Else. Got. It?" he said, halting some seconds between each word while poiting between the two males. Standing still for a bit, he finally exhaled before taking a few steps back to go and pick up the kettle the blonde boy had so quickly brough him.
Something told him he should say something about the 'mom' comment, but he rather not in that situation. His mind was not what is used to be. At all. At least when he was sleep deprived.
"Nice job, kid. This one doesn't look like it's about to fall apart when you pour the water out." he declared as if he was being rather observant, nodding slowly as he began preparing coffee there, filling up a series of cups in a casual manner. At this stage, it felt as if he had no concern in the world, for he had been reunited with his robe and would soon have his coffee.
As the steam emanated from the cups, he could not help but roll his eyes at the comment that came from the only girl in the group. Looking over his shoulder for a split second, he shrugged. "Well you sure handle alcohol like a kid." he merely retorted before walking to her with her cup, offering it to her. "Ground rules here, since something tells me you never had this before. It's boiling, so don't drink it like it's water or whatever drink you had tonight. Second, it's gonna give you a small rush, so don't break anything. Third, if you need to throw up, the bathroom is...well, you know." he explained to Lacie, slowly making things sound rather complex and ordered around, even if he really did not know.
Taking a seat in the couch, he took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck before focusing. "So...now that we're all having our get together...what the hell happened tonight?"
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 30, 2017 22:52:33 GMT -6
Peter watched Al with a wary eye, expecting him to fight back any minute. Though when he lay lifeless on the bed, the redhead shrugged and started to head back over to where Dean was at.
Until Al suddenly jumped on top of him, sending both of them to the ground in a mess of arms and legs. "Finders keepers, Gingersnap!" the raven-haired kid called out in a victory yell as he snatched the robe away. "Sheesh, ya' think you know a guy."
He looked down at Peter who was currently pinned down with his back on the ground with Al on top of him grinning like the devil.
"Ya don' know 'im well 'nough, yurself," Peter said with a sly smile as he suddenly launched his legs forward so that he caught Al around his upper shoulders and neck and pushed him back. Taking his chance, he pinned the black-haired boy back with his arms as he reached over to grab the robe and slide it out from under Al's legs. Though their squirming caused Peter to lose his balance and they crashed back onto the floor in a heap.
"Stealing from his best mate," the mess of black hair said as he wrestled on top of the other lad again. "It is the way of the world now." He gestured dramatically to Peter below him, to which the redhead merely punched him in the gut in response. Al didn't seem too fazed however, as he retrieved the robe and spun into it once more, doing a theatrical twirl and ending with a bow directed specifically at Peter. "Now if you'll excuse me," the kid said as he returned to his place on the bed again. He grinned towards the redhead though, adding in a snide remark while puckering his lips. "By the way, I look great both ways Ginger," he said with a smirk before burying his face with the pillows.
Peter rolled his eyes and moved towards the end of the bed, this time grabbing the sheets on the bed and flipping them sideways so that Al was now launched onto the floor once again. Immediately grasping the opportunity, it was Peter who had jumped him this time and slipped the robe off of him, raising it up to Dean who had come over towards them in the process. Handing it over for the guy to grab, Peter used his body weight to keep Al pinned, avoiding the frustration that was practically rolling off the guy standing over them in the process.
"Nah, I def'nitely think ya look bette' withou' i'," the redhead said with a smirk in Al's direction as he folded his arms across his own bare chest.
Although their attention was now being redirected to Dean, who was scolding them with a stern finger. "Do. Not. Touch. My. Stuff. Or. Else. Got. It?" he said, to which Peter gave him a quick salute, a smile on his face.
"Sure thing, Mom," he replied as he finally let go of Al. The kid was definitely strong and could hold his own, that was for sure! And now there was a smell of coffee as Dean motioned to everyone in the room to start talking, demanding to know what had happened.
"Ya really wanna ask tha' question there, Deanie Boy?" Peter said, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "If ya do, i' gonna be a long nigh'!"
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Post by Al Cellini on Jul 1, 2017 11:55:03 GMT -6
Al laid there happily, feeling as if he won the battle. He continued to rest there until he felt the sheets sliding. He peaked back only to see Peter flip him into the floor again. He landed on the floor and groaned, he whipped around about to say something, but was cut off when Peter stole the robe. He gasped and yelled, "Give that back, Ginger-thief!" He reached for the robe but couldn't grab it because he was pinned. He glared at Peter and then put a finger up to his face and said, "Traitor!" He rolled his eyes and laid there, staring up at him. He then heard Peter's remark,
"Nah, I def'nitely think ya look bette' withou' i',"
Al automatically became playful from the comment and winked at him and said, "I know, it's the hair and the tan. It always get ya." Al laughed about his comment. He clearly was playing and didn't mean the comment truthfully. Al rolled his eyes, with a grin slightly appearing across his lips. He was okay for a slight moment but then realized how he had gotten the robe taken away from him. He became distracted and then focused again on Peter's actions. Wait, he betrayed me! Focus, Al! He then said, "So, this is what we have come too? Stealing from each other." Al then pushed up, maneuvering his way out from under Peter, and then said, "I only stole from you once and now you keep betraying me and stealing, how cold." It was true that Al had stolen from him once. He never mentioned it. It was when they first met he swiped only five dollars from him. He still was focused on Peter and said, "Well, I guess this way payback. Now it is dropped and over with." I don't think Peter even knew about that. It was sometime ago and if he had noticed it he thought he maybe would think he lost it or dropped it. He stood there, now turning his attention towards Dean, and listened to him lecture them. He rolled his eyes, becoming playful and huffed, "Gosh!" He dramatically walked away to the kitchen and then turned around and said, "Have you ever heard of sharing is caring, mom? Is this anyway to treat your loving sons, daughter and Arty." Al flashed a smile and then began to go through his food.
He heard the question that Dean had asked and his face lit up. He peaked his head into the room again and said, "An adventure, that he ruined." Al pointed to Arty and then hid back in the kitchen scavenging for food. He then raised his voice speaking to Dean, "Do you have any good food?" Al was picky sometimes when he was hungry. If he was in the mood for something, it was what he wanted. Sadly, nothing else would do for him.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jul 1, 2017 18:48:33 GMT -6
Artemis couldn't help but roll her eyes at the two idiots before her. She seemed to have missed most of the "excitement" between the boys, and she was very thankful for that. "Nice job, kid. This one doesn't look like it's about to fall apart when you pour the water out." This earned a nod and a small smile from her. "I don't know why Harris hasn't replaced the one downstairs yet." While the rent wasn't expensive considering the other apartments prices, that didn't mean the available utensils downstairs had to look like they'd been dug out of a dumpster. Replacing these things wasn't all that difficult. "This schmuck is the billionth person to call me a kid today, Arty! Give him a prize!" She shot Lacie an amused look. Considering the fact he called her a kid too, he was probably just too tired to bother with names. She couldn't fault him one bit for that. As Dean handed Lacie the cup Artemis sat down against the wall, a nice distance away from the boys but close enough to Dean and Lacie. She raised an eyebrow at Peter's mom comment, briefly considering saying something, but dismissed the idea immediately. It was going to be easier, in the long run, to just ignore these types of things. At least that's what she told herself for now. Al rolled his eyes, becoming playful and huffed, Artemis braced herself for whatever stupid thing he was going to say. "Gosh!" He dramatically walked away to the kitchen and then turned around and said,"Have you ever heard of sharing is caring, mom? Is this anyway to treat your loving sons, daughter, and Arty." Al flashed a smile and then began to go through Dean's food. Why was she separate on that list?! Artemis shot him a withering look, not that he could see it or would care, but it made her feel better.
Taking a seat in the couch, Dean took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck before focusing. "So...now that we're all having our get together...what the hell happened tonight?" Al peaked his head into the room again and said, "An adventure, that he ruined." Al pointed to Arty and then hid back in the kitchen scavenging for food. A mix of indignation, annoyance and anger flashed in her eyes. She stood up scowling at him and not even bothering to try disguising her voice. "I'll have you know, you did that on your own! You just had to go and get yourself into trouble and have her" she gestured to Lacie, "Come try and rescue you!" Neither boy was paying enough attention and were probably so out of it she could probably say more but she stopped herself. There was no point in getting carried away and saying everything she knew. She had calmed herself down enough to the point that when Al asked for food she began mentally calling him some very lovely names. It wasn't her fault they'd gotten themsleves in that situation, he'd just had to go and throw punch on that one guy.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 1, 2017 19:43:34 GMT -6
"Well you sure handle alcohol like a kid."
Lacie lifted her head and scowled at Dean. "You ain't got no idea how much I drank, pal. For all you know I had half a bottle!" she replied indignantly, slurring slightly but otherwise not feeling quite as dizzy as she had felt before. She sat up and gave a nod as she took the coffee, still looking indignant in her own pouty way. She recalled the last time she had coffee; it was last winter, when the house couldn't be warmed up because the firewood got left out in the rain, and so Papa had the nanny make some coffee they could all sip on to warm up while fresh firewood was retrieved by the errand boy.
The blonde watched all of the shenanigans unfolding between the other three hooligans, her scowl disappearing until a small smile as she blew idly on the coffee to cool it. "Sheesh, get a room, you two," she commented, giggling at the way Al and Peter were wrestling around. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you fellas were gonna smooch or somethin'." She grinned and took a sip of her coffee, doing her best to not make a face at the bitterness of the drink. The teen eyed Arty, unable to hide the knowing glint in her eye, cutting briefly into the conversation with, "Arty's got a point, Al. If you hadn't spilled that drink on that Ray fella, we would've been swiping wallets and jewelry and livin' it large tonight." She sighed somewhat dramatically then looked to Dean and asked, "You got any sugar?"
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jul 2, 2017 19:28:44 GMT -6
Walking to his drawers so he could look at what he had, Dean nodded in a monochordic and monotonous manner as he heard each and every one of the young ones talk about what exactly had transpired that evening. Things seemed to range from a large variety of subjects, the only coinciding element in each and every single one of the versions being the fact that Al had chosen to make someone spill punch on a guy who could easily murder them. It was not particularly hard to figure out why it was a bad call, seeing the kind of people that had been reunited for the opening night of the Moonlight Lounge. It ranged from the richest of the rich to the meanest of the mean. Dean got his fair share of pain from that night, and he was more than certain that he would be up for a heck of a lot more if he continued this lifestyle. He would, having no real choice in the matter per se. It was his job and he would have to stick through with it.
"Sure thing, kiddo. Always gotta keep the bitterness sweet, right?" he said with a smirk, walking to Lacie with a small bag of sugar he had bought from Paul & Dean's a few weeks ago. He glanced at Peter for a bit, shooting him a warm smile before focusing on the small one again. "Thank your redhead pal for that, by the way. Coffee is as hot as hell and was bitter as loss, yet a bit of sugar turns it into art for the tongue." he mused a bit before standing up straight again and walking to the couch to sit back down and take a deep breath.
"Look, memo to all of you guys...if you wanna steal from someone, have it be some dumb schmuck. You'll get yourself killed for nothing if you want to mess with the big guys just for the sake of it." he advised, looking up and drinking from his coffee, his stare focused on the ceiling. "Second of all, if you really must make it your business to fight one of them, stick together. No matter how big he is, there were four of you. Don't tell me one of you couldn't slam a bottle in that jerk's head. Will I need to teach you how to take bigger guys down?" he mused with a smile before sighing again. "Also...for God's sake, ask if you wanna sleep here. I'll even replicate a key. Just don't touch my stuff."
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Post by Peter Jones on Jul 2, 2017 20:38:28 GMT -6
Peter could hear Lacie laughing from her seat on the chair as him and Al finally got away from each other. "Sheesh, get a room, you two," she slurred out amid a series of giggles. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you fellas were gonna smooch or somethin'."
"Har har," Peter replied sarcastically as Al sauntered away towards the kitchen muttering something about 'stealing from each other'. Though the redhead froze when the kid mentioned stealing from him. "Ya wanna say tha' a'gin, Coal Bin?" he asked as he leaned against the wall between the kitchen and the living room where the rest of the party was currently situated. "Cause tha' bette' no' be the fi'e dolla's I been missin'!"
He gave the raven-haired kid a suspicious look, his eyebrow raised in mock annoyance, before shrugging it off and turning his attention over towards the group around the living room. It looked like Lacie was slowly shaking off some of the alcohols effects, though only slightly. Dean came over with a bag of sugar, nodding in Peter's direction, before indirectly thanking the redhead for helping him find the stuff. Peter figured he must be talking about their previous encounter where he showed him the way to Paul & Dean's, and he waved his hand in a 'your welcome' type gesture towards the guy. It wasn't exactly something he had done for the sake of being neighborly; after all, the guy did pay him. But it at least seemed to put them on good terms anyway, so long as this little encounter didn't just blow that out of the water.
Meanwhile Al and Arty were arguing back and forth much to Peter's own amusement. Glancing over towards the kitchen, Peter spotted Al out of the corner of his eye and watched him take out all sorts of food from Dean's pantry. The sight made him roll his eyes as Peter remembered the incident just moments before trying to get into this apartment in the first place... not to mention the fun greeting on the fire escape before the party.
"Save a lil' bi' for the rest of us, Coal Bin," he called over towards the raven-haired kid. "Wouldn' wan'ya stuck in some fella's window ag'in, yeah?" Giving Al a quick smirk, he turned back towards Dean who had just finished taking care of Lacie and smiled back at him. "An' thanks for no' turnin' us in already," he said, nodding towards the guy. Not that he really could do much about it as everyone who could do something was probably drunk themselves after that shindig at the lounge. But seeing how everyone else in the room at the moment was doing - plus the fact that Al had probably thoroughly ransacked the guy's apartment as well - definitely proved they owed the guy a thanks at the very least.
"Look, memo to all of you guys," Dean replied as he drank from his coffee, "if you wanna steal from someone, have it be some dumb schmuck. You'll get yourself killed for nothing if you want to mess with the big guys just for the sake of it."
Don' hav'ta tell me twice, Peter thought with a smirk as he leaned back against the cold wallpaper, remembering how that Ray guy dissed him out of a hundred bucks just after shooting over his head. The memory made him scoff and he crossed his arms, his lips sinking into a slight frown.
"Second of all," Dean said, continuing, "if you really must make it your business to fight one of them, stick together. No matter how big he is, there were four of you. Don't tell me one of you couldn't slam a bottle in that jerk's head. Will I need to teach you how to take bigger guys down?"
Peter shrugged, a small smile turning up at the corner of his lips. "'ell, no' tha' mos' fellas could catch me if they wan'ed to, bu' sure. Ain' a bad idea there, Mom." He wasn't exactly used to fighting people off, mostly because his cons happened to be the opposite - more of a 'sneak it and run' type deal. Any type of physical contact only alerted the guys to what he was doing. But the city was getting rougher by the minute with more thugs pulling into town than before, and Peter was aware of quite a bit of it having gotten in trouble himself at times. Migh' no' be such a bad idea to learn how ta figh', he thought, his brows knit slightly in focus.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jul 4, 2017 1:26:23 GMT -6
Al continued to rummage through the pantry, collecting the food that he most wanted. While he was collecting he thought of Lacie's comment, "Sheesh, get a room, you two, if I didn't know any better I'd say you fellas were gonna smooch or somethin'." He chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes at the comment. It didn't phase him because it wouldn't have been the first time he has kissed another male. He preferred the company of another man and besides Peter was attractive. He smiled and got out of his thought. He listened heard them talk, going back and forth, it was comforting for him to see everyone acting like a huge dysfunctional family. He loved it. He acknowledged Peter's remark with a small grin, peaking back at him.
"Save a lil' bi' for the rest of us, Coal Bin," Peter called over towards the raven-haired kid. "Wouldn' wan'ya stuck in some fella's window ag'in, yeah?"
He decided to pile the food into his arms, walking back into the living room. He stared at Peter for a moment and turned his attention to Dean, "I agree Gingersnap, that was pretty nice for not throwing us to the cops. Cops are such a bummer." Al grinned and peaked at Peter some and turned his attention back to Dean. Al, always had bad experiences with cops and always disliked them. It was his fault whenever he got in trouble though and the police were only doing their job. He just always manages to find someone else to blame for his own actions. He then heard Dean's remark,
"Look, memo to all of you guys...if you wanna steal from someone, have it be some dumb schmuck. You'll get yourself killed for nothing if you want to mess with the big guys just for the sake of it." he advised, looking up and drinking from his coffee, his stare focused on the ceiling. "Second of all, if you really must make it your business to fight one of them, stick together. No matter how big he is, there were four of you. Don't tell me one of you couldn't slam a bottle in that jerk's head. Will I need to teach you how to take bigger guys down?" he mused with a smile before sighing again. "Also...for God's sake, ask if you wanna sleep here. I'll even replicate a key. Just don't touch my stuff."
Al chuckled at his comment and said, "I think we did pretty great for improvising." Al nudged Peter and flashed a smile. "Also, I'll take you up on that key option!" He began to walk back over to the bed, flopping down again, beginning to eat the food.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jul 5, 2017 19:15:05 GMT -6
The difficult thing about having two identities was when someone didn't know about the other persona. There was always the risk of accidentally revealing a crucial detail that could blow everything you had worked for, out of the water. Therefore one had to be careful with what was said and what wasn't. In this case, it was very difficult not to chime in and say more than had already been stated. So at Lacie's comment about the alcohol she drank, Artemis rolled her eyes, lips twitching as she attempted to hide a smile. Even drunk the girl was still very smart with her words, it was amusing, to say the least.
Shortly after the request for sugar, completely she could hear Al and Peter were at it again, cracking some jokes about food and swiping other people's stuff. That was rich coming from them. Shortly after Al began speaking again, Artemis decided to ignore him. Her focus turned to Dean, who was surprisingly handling this whole intrusion thing pretty well. She had known her neighbor was fairly easygoing, but most people had limits to what they could take. So far Dean hadn't reached his yet. He just sat there drinking his coffee and taking in the chaos that was their group. As he offered to make them a key, without hesitation Peter called him mom once again. She let out a small snort. "You really don't have to," she said quickly. Although she still couldn't understand why he was so willing to go along with this, she wasn't about to question the generosity. While the room was comfortable, it wasn't enough to completely relax. Maybe he would recognize her, maybe Lacie would say something, it was unlikely of course but there was still a chance something could go wrong.
"Actually, I wasn't there. While these three hooligans were off causing mischief, I was trying to enjoy a nice evening." Dean, of course, had good intentions with his lecture. However, Artemis was not about to let herself get roped into being associated with that mess; unfortunately, she was already dealing with the aftermath of their actions.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jul 8, 2017 1:36:17 GMT -6
Lacie rolled her eyes, partially tuning out Dean's words while she spooned some sugar into her cup and stirred it around. Blah blah, more lecturing. Something about Al taking five dollars from Peter, and Peter reacting pretty well considering that development, something about food... a key? Lacie looked to Dean, perking up a little. He'd trust t hem with a key? She didn't know whether to call him dumb or call him kind. He was probably both. Not that she'd actually steal from him, she didn't need to. But she wouldn't exactly put it past Al, considering he was already rummaging through the guy's food and had been wearing his robe.
The blonde giggled again at Peter's nickname for the fella with the patience of a saint. She grinned and chimed in, "You're right, Mom, we could've taken him down. We'll keep that in mind for next time." She paused to take another drink of coffee as Arty chimed in as well. "You sure bout that, Arty? I saw someone that kinda looked like you." Lacie giggled again and curled up, the coffee warming her nicely--when had she started feeling cold, anyway? Probably after the shower, duh, Lacie.
Her leg bounced a little and suddenly she felt incredibly awake. Woah. She forgot about the coffee rush.
"Say Mom, you're really calm about this," she said, slurring much less but now instead speaking quickly. "You usually get a bunch of hooligans bustin' into your place and snacking on your food? Do you reward them with coffee, too, or are we just special?" She stood and walked over to the bed, grabbing a bit of the food Al had foraged from the cabinets. She stuck her tongue out, knowing he'd protest, then waltzed her way back to the couch and munched on it. She'd have to remind herself to buy Dean some food in the near future. Probably after she got her allowance from Papa. What was up with allowances, anyway? Not like she did anything besides studies. What was up with studies? Yeah, education, blah blah blah. But what was the point of all of the extra stuff besides Literature and Math?
She blinked out of her train of thought when she noticed just how... disheveled Dean looked. "Come to think of it," she wondered aloud, "What's with you? Looks like you got in a fight. Did you kick the guy's ass? Did he kick yours? Oh, maybe you kicked each other's!" Lacie paused, tilting her head. "You need medical attention, fella?"
It was official. Hyperactive Lacie was in the house.
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"Handsome fighters never lose battles."
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 11, 2017 11:48:39 GMT -6
Dean blinked at the mess around him, namely Lacie's sudden remarks towards him, which added up to the endless stream of questions that shot out of her lips only made his eyes twitch and his head ache even more. The girl was observant enough, though, moreso than the rest, seeing how battered he was to the plain eye.
Raising his hand as he opened his palm, the raven haired man sighed and inhaled deeply before letting out yet another deep sigh. "Okay okay, blondie. Calm down, one question at a time. You'll give me a damn migraine. Alright?" he asked, eyebrows raised while he eyed her before nodding. "I like to talk even when I am outnumbered or outclassed. It happened tonight."
Rubbing the back of his neck as he leaned back and smiled, Dean bit his bottom lip at a repetitive word. "I might be outnumbered again if you keep calling me mom, though. Don't push it." he said in a lighter tone.
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