"I'm not apart of a redneck agenda"

(American Idiot by Green Day)

[devils-splatter]

Clay Burns

"About me? Well I'm a greaser, 18, dude... I like graffiti, that's fun. That's pretty much it, though."

Rules + Backstory

Mod: @an0th3rdayan0th3rfand0m (goes by she/her)

[devils-splatter]

Marvan stormed out of bucks place, the screen door hitting the wall. He had gotten into another fight and was kicked out, now drunk and pissed with a split lip and bruised knuckles.

He glanced to the side in the car park where his car was.. stumbling as he saw clay staring. “The fuck are you looking at kid?”

-@thekidsnextdoorintulsa

"A drunk bitch, is what I'm seeing," he said simply. Clay popped the cap off a can of spray paint. "What about you?"

[thekidsnextdoorintulsa]

”an asshole” he slurred while running a hand down his face, hissing as his split lip started stinging again.

“The fuck you doing to bucks wall?” He pointed at the spray can.

[devils-splatter]

"Nothing bad." A burst of red hit the wall. "Just making some art."

[devils-splatter]

Marvan stormed out of bucks place, the screen door hitting the wall. He had gotten into another fight and was kicked out, now drunk and pissed with a split lip and bruised knuckles.

He glanced to the side in the car park where his car was.. stumbling as he saw clay staring. “The fuck are you looking at kid?”

-@thekidsnextdoorintulsa

"A drunk bitch, is what I'm seeing," he said simply. Clay popped the cap off a can of spray paint. "What about you?"

[devils-splatter]

Darla rushed back home and swung open the door, and smiled a little when seeing Clay still on the sofa. She dug into her clothes and pulled out the check of cheval money for him. For the damages they caused Clay.

"Got em to pay up, them bastards. Stay out of that family's way, though. Their son sure do like to hold grudges"

@darla-the-muse

"Darla..."

Clay stared at the check with wide eyes. It had a number he couldn't even dream of having in his pocket.

"How did you-?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Don't ask, and take the money," she began, and plopped down on the sofa, grunting a little from the pain of her last few hours.

"Now, i'm gonna let you go cash that in before anything can get in the way."

[devils-splatter]

"You're too kind, Dee."

He got up, nearly groaning in pain.

"I'll be back." Clay shot her a grin. "Don't miss me too much."

[darla-the-muse]

"Dee, huh?"

She smirked

"Good riddance, then!"

[devils-splatter]

He snorted in response, started on his way out before stopping at the doorway.

"Uh, Dee-" She didn't hate the nickname, so he wasn't stopping. "Can I stay here tonight? Since I already have a bounty on my head, and it's late. I sure don't wanna drive around finding a spot to sleep until sunrise."

[darla-the-muse]

"Sure, no problem. But there's no bounty on your head no-more. I cleared things up."

[devils-splatter]

"Thanks," he said after a bit, then fully walked out of the house.

[devils-splatter]

Darla rushed back home and swung open the door, and smiled a little when seeing Clay still on the sofa. She dug into her clothes and pulled out the check of cheval money for him. For the damages they caused Clay.

"Got em to pay up, them bastards. Stay out of that family's way, though. Their son sure do like to hold grudges"

@darla-the-muse

"Darla..."

Clay stared at the check with wide eyes. It had a number he couldn't even dream of having in his pocket.

"How did you-?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Don't ask, and take the money," she began, and plopped down on the sofa, grunting a little from the pain of her last few hours.

"Now, i'm gonna let you go cash that in before anything can get in the way."

[devils-splatter]

"You're too kind, Dee."

He got up, nearly groaning in pain.

"I'll be back." Clay shot her a grin. "Don't miss me too much."

[darla-the-muse]

"Dee, huh?"

She smirked

"Good riddance, then!"

[devils-splatter]

He snorted in response, started on his way out before stopping at the doorway.

"Uh, Dee-" She didn't hate the nickname, so he wasn't stopping. "Can I stay here tonight? Since I already have a bounty on my head, and it's late. I sure don't wanna drive around finding a spot to sleep until sunrise."

[devils-splatter]

Darla rushed back home and swung open the door, and smiled a little when seeing Clay still on the sofa. She dug into her clothes and pulled out the check of cheval money for him. For the damages they caused Clay.

"Got em to pay up, them bastards. Stay out of that family's way, though. Their son sure do like to hold grudges"

@darla-the-muse

"Darla..."

Clay stared at the check with wide eyes. It had a number he couldn't even dream of having in his pocket.

"How did you-?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Don't ask, and take the money," she began, and plopped down on the sofa, grunting a little from the pain of her last few hours.

"Now, i'm gonna let you go cash that in before anything can get in the way."

[devils-splatter]

"You're too kind, Dee."

He got up, nearly groaning in pain.

"I'll be back." Clay shot her a grin. "Don't miss me too much."

[devils-splatter]

Darla rushed back home and swung open the door, and smiled a little when seeing Clay still on the sofa. She dug into her clothes and pulled out the check of cheval money for him. For the damages they caused Clay.

"Got em to pay up, them bastards. Stay out of that family's way, though. Their son sure do like to hold grudges"

@darla-the-muse

"Darla..."

Clay stared at the check with wide eyes. It had a number he couldn't even dream of having in his pocket.

"How did you-?"

[darla-the-muse]

Clay's car slid up next to Darla's driveway. He didn't park it in the driveway, he wasn't planning on staying that long anyway.

He sighed, and got out, making sure to cover his eye. Then he knocked on the door.

(@devilssplatter )

Darla hears the sound of a motor engine stopping outside her house, and a knock soon after. She puts down the flute that she has been playing and heads towards the door. Opening it, she smiles when she sees him.

"Well hello, Clay Burns! What brings y'here today?"

[devils-splatter]

He smiled back, still having the hand over his eye. "I did it. And this totally isn't related, but does the owner of that nice Cheval have a kid or something? Like around our age?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Well...Mr. Cheval does got a step-son or some bastard..." She notices the hand over his eye. Darla's eyes narrow.

"Move your hand from there this instant and get inside. What the fuck did he do? And don't argue with me and I won't have it."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sighed, and removed his hand, revealing a black-eye. There was also a wound on his cheek that wasn't new, but was reopened.

[darla-the-muse]

Darla let out a quick breath. "that fucking bastard" and pulled him inside

[devils-splatter]

He let himself be pulled, taking a few steps in to follow her.

[darla-the-muse]

Once inside, she points to the sofa.

"Sit, I'll be right back."

Darla comes back 3 minutes later with alcohol, ice, and Neosporin.

"I'm gonna work on this eye, and you're gonna talk...I'm so sorry for suggesting that shiny Corvette... Tell me everything."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down, fingers slightly touching his cheek. That was definitely gonna scar. Again.

"Don't act like it's only your fault," he said simply. "I knew no one was at the house, so I was just gonna spray something. Then I decided to do some bonus damage, and took some rocks to the windows. Don't know if it was the dad or the son, but he took a piece of glass to a wound that's been trying to heal for I don't know how long."

[darla-the-muse]

"It ain't only my fault, but it is a lot of it," Darla dabs at the scar with alcohol.

"All that family's blood is messed up. It was stupid for me to suggest pullin a prank on 'em. And damn, that wound ain't happy one at all. Apologies, really. Think it needs stitches?"

[devils-splatter]

"Hope not. I definitely don't have the money for it."

[darla-the-muse]

"Doubt most on the East have either..." Darla thought for a moment. "Unless it ain't your money you're spendin'."

She knew she was crazy, but this could work. She still knew how to get in the Cheval mansion, at least she thought she might. Make 'em pay for the damage they caused to clay. Maybe for a little more than just that damage.

"It ain't fair that the socs can just beat up and not pay shit." Darla would keep her plans to herself. Clay didn't need to know. He just needed stitches. She owed him that much, at least.

"Clay, I'm so sorry, but I got somewhere to be soon," Somewhere she should have gone a while ago. "M'ma's at work late tonight, and you can just rest on the sofa if you need."

[devils-splatter]

"Seriously?" he questioned. "Darla, I don't have to stay."

[darla-the-muse]

"Well, whether you do or don't got a safe place of your own, it's always good to open up a home. There's usually someone who'll need it, and I'm not gonna judge or question nobody. Stay or don't, just know you have a place if y'need."

She looks at her watch. He shouldn't be back from work in another 2 hours.

"Gotta run, catch ya later"

[devils-splatter]

"Okay..."

He nodded, but didn't get up. When was the last time someone did that for him? He couldn't remember, but it felt... Nice.

[darla-the-muse]

Clay's car slid up next to Darla's driveway. He didn't park it in the driveway, he wasn't planning on staying that long anyway.

He sighed, and got out, making sure to cover his eye. Then he knocked on the door.

(@devilssplatter )

Darla hears the sound of a motor engine stopping outside her house, and a knock soon after. She puts down the flute that she has been playing and heads towards the door. Opening it, she smiles when she sees him.

"Well hello, Clay Burns! What brings y'here today?"

[devils-splatter]

He smiled back, still having the hand over his eye. "I did it. And this totally isn't related, but does the owner of that nice Cheval have a kid or something? Like around our age?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Well...Mr. Cheval does got a step-son or some bastard..." She notices the hand over his eye. Darla's eyes narrow.

"Move your hand from there this instant and get inside. What the fuck did he do? And don't argue with me and I won't have it."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sighed, and removed his hand, revealing a black-eye. There was also a wound on his cheek that wasn't new, but was reopened.

[darla-the-muse]

Darla let out a quick breath. "that fucking bastard" and pulled him inside

[devils-splatter]

He let himself be pulled, taking a few steps in to follow her.

[darla-the-muse]

Once inside, she points to the sofa.

"Sit, I'll be right back."

Darla comes back 3 minutes later with alcohol, ice, and Neosporin.

"I'm gonna work on this eye, and you're gonna talk...I'm so sorry for suggesting that shiny Corvette... Tell me everything."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down, fingers slightly touching his cheek. That was definitely gonna scar. Again.

"Don't act like it's only your fault," he said simply. "I knew no one was at the house, so I was just gonna spray something. Then I decided to do some bonus damage, and took some rocks to the windows. Don't know if it was the dad or the son, but he took a piece of glass to a wound that's been trying to heal for I don't know how long."

[darla-the-muse]

"It ain't only my fault, but it is a lot of it," Darla dabs at the scar with alcohol.

"All that family's blood is messed up. It was stupid for me to suggest pullin a prank on 'em. And damn, that wound ain't happy one at all. Apologies, really. Think it needs stitches?"

[devils-splatter]

"Hope not. I definitely don't have the money for it."

[darla-the-muse]

"Doubt most on the East have either..." Darla thought for a moment. "Unless it ain't your money you're spendin'."

She knew she was crazy, but this could work. She still knew how to get in the Cheval mansion, at least she thought she might. Make 'em pay for the damage they caused to clay. Maybe for a little more than just that damage.

"It ain't fair that the socs can just beat up and not pay shit." Darla would keep her plans to herself. Clay didn't need to know. He just needed stitches. She owed him that much, at least.

"Clay, I'm so sorry, but I got somewhere to be soon," Somewhere she should have gone a while ago. "M'ma's at work late tonight, and you can just rest on the sofa if you need."

[devils-splatter]

"Seriously?" he questioned. "Darla, I don't have to stay."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay's car slid up next to Darla's driveway. He didn't park it in the driveway, he wasn't planning on staying that long anyway.

He sighed, and got out, making sure to cover his eye. Then he knocked on the door.

(@devilssplatter )

Darla hears the sound of a motor engine stopping outside her house, and a knock soon after. She puts down the flute that she has been playing and heads towards the door. Opening it, she smiles when she sees him.

"Well hello, Clay Burns! What brings y'here today?"

[devils-splatter]

He smiled back, still having the hand over his eye. "I did it. And this totally isn't related, but does the owner of that nice Cheval have a kid or something? Like around our age?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Well...Mr. Cheval does got a step-son or some bastard..." She notices the hand over his eye. Darla's eyes narrow.

"Move your hand from there this instant and get inside. What the fuck did he do? And don't argue with me and I won't have it."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sighed, and removed his hand, revealing a black-eye. There was also a wound on his cheek that wasn't new, but was reopened.

[darla-the-muse]

Darla let out a quick breath. "that fucking bastard" and pulled him inside

[devils-splatter]

He let himself be pulled, taking a few steps in to follow her.

[darla-the-muse]

Once inside, she points to the sofa.

"Sit, I'll be right back."

Darla comes back 3 minutes later with alcohol, ice, and Neosporin.

"I'm gonna work on this eye, and you're gonna talk...I'm so sorry for suggesting that shiny Corvette... Tell me everything."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down, fingers slightly touching his cheek. That was definitely gonna scar. Again.

"Don't act like it's only your fault," he said simply. "I knew no one was at the house, so I was just gonna spray something. Then I decided to do some bonus damage, and took some rocks to the windows. Don't know if it was the dad or the son, but he took a piece of glass to a wound that's been trying to heal for I don't know how long."

[darla-the-muse]

"It ain't only my fault, but it is a lot of it," Darla dabs at the scar with alcohol.

"All that family's blood is messed up. It was stupid for me to suggest pullin a prank on 'em. And damn, that wound ain't happy one at all. Apologies, really. Think it needs stitches?"

[devils-splatter]

"Hope not. I definitely don't have the money for it."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay's car slid up next to Darla's driveway. He didn't park it in the driveway, he wasn't planning on staying that long anyway.

He sighed, and got out, making sure to cover his eye. Then he knocked on the door.

(@devilssplatter )

Darla hears the sound of a motor engine stopping outside her house, and a knock soon after. She puts down the flute that she has been playing and heads towards the door. Opening it, she smiles when she sees him.

"Well hello, Clay Burns! What brings y'here today?"

[devils-splatter]

He smiled back, still having the hand over his eye. "I did it. And this totally isn't related, but does the owner of that nice Cheval have a kid or something? Like around our age?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Well...Mr. Cheval does got a step-son or some bastard..." She notices the hand over his eye. Darla's eyes narrow.

"Move your hand from there this instant and get inside. What the fuck did he do? And don't argue with me and I won't have it."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sighed, and removed his hand, revealing a black-eye. There was also a wound on his cheek that wasn't new, but was reopened.

[darla-the-muse]

Darla let out a quick breath. "that fucking bastard" and pulled him inside

[devils-splatter]

He let himself be pulled, taking a few steps in to follow her.

[darla-the-muse]

Once inside, she points to the sofa.

"Sit, I'll be right back."

Darla comes back 3 minutes later with alcohol, ice, and Neosporin.

"I'm gonna work on this eye, and you're gonna talk...I'm so sorry for suggesting that shiny Corvette... Tell me everything."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down, fingers slightly touching his cheek. That was definitely gonna scar. Again.

"Don't act like it's only your fault," he said simply. "I knew no one was at the house, so I was just gonna spray something. Then I decided to do some bonus damage, and took some rocks to the windows. Don't know if it was the dad or the son, but he took a piece of glass to a wound that's been trying to heal for I don't know how long."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay's car slid up next to Darla's driveway. He didn't park it in the driveway, he wasn't planning on staying that long anyway.

He sighed, and got out, making sure to cover his eye. Then he knocked on the door.

(@devilssplatter )

Darla hears the sound of a motor engine stopping outside her house, and a knock soon after. She puts down the flute that she has been playing and heads towards the door. Opening it, she smiles when she sees him.

"Well hello, Clay Burns! What brings y'here today?"

[devils-splatter]

He smiled back, still having the hand over his eye. "I did it. And this totally isn't related, but does the owner of that nice Cheval have a kid or something? Like around our age?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Well...Mr. Cheval does got a step-son or some bastard..." She notices the hand over his eye. Darla's eyes narrow.

"Move your hand from there this instant and get inside. What the fuck did he do? And don't argue with me and I won't have it."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sighed, and removed his hand, revealing a black-eye. There was also a wound on his cheek that wasn't new, but was reopened.

[darla-the-muse]

Darla let out a quick breath. "that fucking bastard" and pulled him inside

[devils-splatter]

He let himself be pulled, taking a few steps in to follow her.

[darla-the-muse]

Clay's car slid up next to Darla's driveway. He didn't park it in the driveway, he wasn't planning on staying that long anyway.

He sighed, and got out, making sure to cover his eye. Then he knocked on the door.

(@devilssplatter )

Darla hears the sound of a motor engine stopping outside her house, and a knock soon after. She puts down the flute that she has been playing and heads towards the door. Opening it, she smiles when she sees him.

"Well hello, Clay Burns! What brings y'here today?"

[devils-splatter]

He smiled back, still having the hand over his eye. "I did it. And this totally isn't related, but does the owner of that nice Cheval have a kid or something? Like around our age?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Well...Mr. Cheval does got a step-son or some bastard..." She notices the hand over his eye. Darla's eyes narrow.

"Move your hand from there this instant and get inside. What the fuck did he do? And don't argue with me and I won't have it."

[devils-splatter]

Clay sighed, and removed his hand, revealing a black-eye. There was also a wound on his cheek that wasn't new, but was reopened.

[darla-the-muse]

Clay's car slid up next to Darla's driveway. He didn't park it in the driveway, he wasn't planning on staying that long anyway.

He sighed, and got out, making sure to cover his eye. Then he knocked on the door.

(@devilssplatter )

Darla hears the sound of a motor engine stopping outside her house, and a knock soon after. She puts down the flute that she has been playing and heads towards the door. Opening it, she smiles when she sees him.

"Well hello, Clay Burns! What brings y'here today?"

[devils-splatter]

He smiled back, still having the hand over his eye. "I did it. And this totally isn't related, but does the owner of that nice Cheval have a kid or something? Like around our age?"

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Darla chopped the potatoes and spread them out over a pan, then doused them in olive oil.

"Do you like the difference? In Tulsa?"

[devils-splatter]

"... To be honest, no. But I don't wanna just get up and leave again."

[darla-the-muse]

"Understandable. Leavin is sometimes hard but necessary, and wherever you end up, you just gotta survive. Keep on fighting 'gainst a system that's so focused on pushin you down."

Darla fries the potatoes while sprinkling parsley from the garden.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "Yeah."

[darla-the-muse]

"well, these things look about ready"

Darla plates the potatoes on 3 plates, puts one plate in the fridge for her mother for later, and places two plates on the table.

"Bon appetite"

[devils-splatter]

Clay took a bite.

"Damn that's good."

[darla-the-muse]

"Why, thank you. I tried. Now --- Clay. I understand you spraypaint. Do you do graffiti, murals, pencil or paintin art as well?"

[devils-splatter]

"Mostly graffiti. I haven't picked up a pencil to draw since I was like 10."

[darla-the-muse]

"should I assume that the beautiful graffiti murals around town are your doing, Clay Burns?"

Darla had a way of speaking, and her face and expression went along with her words. She could listen to someone, and it would look like they were her sole focus.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "They are. Some people have tried to paint over them, but they can't get rid of me."

[darla-the-muse]

"Well ain't that somethin'," she grinned.

"If you ain't afraid of the west side, I know a great next canvas for ya, if you need more room for that art"

[devils-splatter]

Clay raised an eyebrow, matching Darla's expression. "Oh yeah?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Oh, yes. I know just the place."

Darla puts both her feet up on her seat and sits in a squat.

"Ever seen the Cheval mansion down on the West side? They got a nice n' shiny blue Corvette in that driveway that's just dyin' to be redecorated. Could be a nice, smooth canvas if you ask me."

[devils-splatter]

"Who's the owner?" he questioned with a smirk.

[darla-the-muse]

"An old, rich bigot, married to his money and a twenty-year-old blonde."

[devils-splatter]

"Uh!" Clay gagged over dramatically before getting back to business. "You got any requests?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Whatever the hell you want, Burns."

[devils-splatter]

"I'll bust some windows in too since you asked so nicely." He finished up his plate. "I'll check tomorrow to see if it's around. If it is, I'll come around here tomorrow to tell you how it went if you're fine with it."

[darla-the-muse]

"Well, thank you very much, Clay Burns. See you again sometime, yeah?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay got up. "Mhm."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Darla chopped the potatoes and spread them out over a pan, then doused them in olive oil.

"Do you like the difference? In Tulsa?"

[devils-splatter]

"... To be honest, no. But I don't wanna just get up and leave again."

[darla-the-muse]

"Understandable. Leavin is sometimes hard but necessary, and wherever you end up, you just gotta survive. Keep on fighting 'gainst a system that's so focused on pushin you down."

Darla fries the potatoes while sprinkling parsley from the garden.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "Yeah."

[darla-the-muse]

"well, these things look about ready"

Darla plates the potatoes on 3 plates, puts one plate in the fridge for her mother for later, and places two plates on the table.

"Bon appetite"

[devils-splatter]

Clay took a bite.

"Damn that's good."

[darla-the-muse]

"Why, thank you. I tried. Now --- Clay. I understand you spraypaint. Do you do graffiti, murals, pencil or paintin art as well?"

[devils-splatter]

"Mostly graffiti. I haven't picked up a pencil to draw since I was like 10."

[darla-the-muse]

"should I assume that the beautiful graffiti murals around town are your doing, Clay Burns?"

Darla had a way of speaking, and her face and expression went along with her words. She could listen to someone, and it would look like they were her sole focus.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "They are. Some people have tried to paint over them, but they can't get rid of me."

[darla-the-muse]

"Well ain't that somethin'," she grinned.

"If you ain't afraid of the west side, I know a great next canvas for ya, if you need more room for that art"

[devils-splatter]

Clay raised an eyebrow, matching Darla's expression. "Oh yeah?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Oh, yes. I know just the place."

Darla puts both her feet up on her seat and sits in a squat.

"Ever seen the Cheval mansion down on the West side? They got a nice n' shiny blue Corvette in that driveway that's just dyin' to be redecorated. Could be a nice, smooth canvas if you ask me."

[devils-splatter]

"Who's the owner?" he questioned with a smirk.

[darla-the-muse]

"An old, rich bigot, married to his money and a twenty-year-old blonde."

[devils-splatter]

"Uh!" Clay gagged over dramatically before getting back to business. "You got any requests?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Whatever the hell you want, Burns."

[devils-splatter]

"I'll bust some windows in too since you asked so nicely." He finished up his plate. "I'll check tomorrow to see if it's around. If it is, I'll come around here tomorrow to tell you how it went if you're fine with it."

[darla-the-muse]

Clay was walking around, trying to find a spot for his latest art piece. He came across Darla's house. It looked empty.. There were no cars in the driveway, so he started spray painting. Not on Darla's actual house of course, but the driveway.

@devils-splatter

Darla thought she heard a noise by her house. Its nothing, she told herself. Yet she thought she heard the rattle of something. Her Ima was finally sleeping, and Darla wasn't gonna wake her. Could it be a Molotov? Those have been thrown before. A gun? Car motor?. She looked out the window. It was the rattle of a spray paint can.

Darla slipped her shoes on and quickly put a skirt over her pajamas. She opened the door.

"Excuse me, mister? Look, I appreciate art as much as anyone, but I would prefer you asked before decorating our drive. We ain't the owners of the house, and our landlord ain't gonna like this."

[devils-splatter]

"Your landlord is boring, then," he said simply. "You deserve a driveway way more interesting than your landlord."

[darla-the-muse]

"So we should give up our home, then? Because I can say with confidence that we're either gonna be kicked out or made to pay to paint over the art. So it don't matter is he's boring or fun."

Damn, where did her seriousness come from? Fear, probably. It was impossibly hard to get the house. And Darla and her mom couldn't afford to pay for the new pavement while payin rent.

"Either you're gonna clean this right now and I can make you some dinner," she said with her head held high, even though her clothes and attire did not show off much confidence, "Or you are gonna get the fuck off my driveway and never look at me again."

[devils-splatter]

Clay paused. He hated destroying his work, but he needed a meal. He felt his stomach practically fall in on itself, and that was even before he started.

"Sure, I'll clean it up. Sad, because I really had a nice plan for your drive. Wish this dude would hear me out on it."

[darla-the-muse]

"A shame, but necessary. Now, come on in. But don't make too much noise, my ma is sleeping."

[devils-splatter]

He grinned, and started on his way inside. Quietly, of course.

[darla-the-muse]

I point to our small ratty sofa.

"You can sit there, read something if you like. I'm gonna need some time. You allergic to anything?"

[devils-splatter]

Clay sat down. "Nope."

[darla-the-muse]

As Darla started peeling potatoes, she turned towards him.

"While I cook, you talk. Whats your name. Where you from. Etcetera."

[devils-splatter]

Clay didn't wanna tell this girl everything, but he was bored. Sure, he could tell her some things.

"Name's Clay Burns. I drove over here from California a couple years ago."

[darla-the-muse]

"You've got to be kidding. You left Cali. for Tulsa. Shitty decision, if I do say so myself. I don't know why anyone would want to move here."

[devils-splatter]

"Tusla was new, I guess. It was different."

[darla-the-muse]

Darla chopped the potatoes and spread them out over a pan, then doused them in olive oil.

"Do you like the difference? In Tulsa?"

[devils-splatter]

"... To be honest, no. But I don't wanna just get up and leave again."

[darla-the-muse]

"Understandable. Leavin is sometimes hard but necessary, and wherever you end up, you just gotta survive. Keep on fighting 'gainst a system that's so focused on pushin you down."

Darla fries the potatoes while sprinkling parsley from the garden.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "Yeah."

[darla-the-muse]

"well, these things look about ready"

Darla plates the potatoes on 3 plates, puts one plate in the fridge for her mother for later, and places two plates on the table.

"Bon appetite"

[devils-splatter]

Clay took a bite.

"Damn that's good."

[darla-the-muse]

"Why, thank you. I tried. Now --- Clay. I understand you spraypaint. Do you do graffiti, murals, pencil or paintin art as well?"

[devils-splatter]

"Mostly graffiti. I haven't picked up a pencil to draw since I was like 10."

[darla-the-muse]

"should I assume that the beautiful graffiti murals around town are your doing, Clay Burns?"

Darla had a way of speaking, and her face and expression went along with her words. She could listen to someone, and it would look like they were her sole focus.

[devils-splatter]

Clay smiled. "They are. Some people have tried to paint over them, but they can't get rid of me."

[darla-the-muse]

"Well ain't that somethin'," she grinned.

"If you ain't afraid of the west side, I know a great next canvas for ya, if you need more room for that art"

[devils-splatter]

Clay raised an eyebrow, matching Darla's expression. "Oh yeah?"

[darla-the-muse]

"Oh, yes. I know just the place."

Darla puts both her feet up on her seat and sits in a squat.

"Ever seen the Cheval mansion down on the West side? They got a nice n' shiny blue Corvette in that driveway that's just dyin' to be redecorated. Could be a nice, smooth canvas if you ask me."

[devils-splatter]

"Who's the owner?" he questioned with a smirk.

[darla-the-muse]

"An old, rich bigot, married to his money and a twenty-year-old blonde."

[devils-splatter]

"Uh!" Clay gagged over dramatically before getting back to business. "You got any requests?"