Barrel smirked at Cornelia, watching how graceful she looked, sitting on top of him, knowing very damn well she had a lot of power over him. His hand teased the inside of the blonde’s thighs, inching higher towards her, but not quite getting to its destination. Instead, he focused on her gaze, the way her voice sent an electric shiver up his spine. He bit his lip at her for a moment as he said, “I’m looking forward to that,” and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, his free hand, tangling in her soft golden hair.
“Listen, I come from a place where some people still idolise Mussolini. But I still don’t understand how some people can think so highly of themselves and others believe stupid things like this are going to help.” Corny replied. She leaned her cheek against her hand, her hair cascading over it, and let one of her hands play with his, tapping her fingers against his. “But are you worried? Or do you want the anarchy?”
Barrel’s eyes widened slowly, “Mussolini? Seriously? Yikes. I mean the man’s death was a public circle jerk of kicking him around like a pinata and he’s still worshipped?” He shook his head in disbelief, “I agree, it won’t help, but,” He took her hand, pressing a light kiss to it as his eyes met hers. “I enjoy the chaos of an anarchy. After all, it’s about time this regime or whatever the fuck it is in the White House, gets taken down. Will you be there to watch with me?”
“And this is why we never should have gotten rid of stagecoaches.” Truth be told, if it weren’t for airplanes Thomas wouldn’t be here now. He’d been incredibly lucky. Nowadays he never would have made it onto a plane and flown all the way across the country.
“All due respect, Mr. O’Malley, but wouldn’t this be a good thing? Get them all riled up so that way there is a change to what’s been going on, rather than focusing on stagecoaches?”
Violet scoffed sarcastically. “Maybe anarchy is what this country needs, see if after that people manage to pull their head out of their ass.” She thought to herself as she looked at her cup; only to realize she hand’t really thought about it, but said it out loud and look up in slight horror.
Barrel slowly looked over to the blue-eyed brunette in awe, mostly at the fact that this was the first time he had ever heard her speak, loudly and with her tone dripping in sarcasm. Laying back in his chair he eyed her for a moment and then simply said, “Go on.”
“Money makes the world turn,” Jane sighed, “Anger the rich people and lawmakers will listen, apparently. Unfortunately, they’re the least of our worries in this situation.”
“It’s unfortunate that it’ll be the only thing that’ll get the lawmakers to listen, but,” Barrel pointed out. “With the TSA and U.S. being the majority of working class people and being the ones to help keep the states safe from international terrorism, you would think them calling in sick or even threatening to strike would be concerning.”
“Then don’t, you perv.” Shay replied with a playful shove at his shoulder. The blonde shook her head at him. “I don’t see how me kicking your ass in the parking lot would help, but fine. I won’t tell.” She pushed some of her hair behind her ears. “You know you’re basically my only family, so… I love you, bro and all that crap.” She couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter at this. “How romantic. Why do say that?”
“You painted an image in my head, I didn’t ask for that,” He laughed, shaking his head. “Woah woah, who said you’d kick my ass. Someone’s getting ahead of themselves now,” He teased with a smirk. “Awwww, you love me,” Barrel grinned wrapping his arms around the blonde in a hug. “Listen,” He straightened himself out and sighed. “She’s fuckin’ intelligent, cultured. Knows her shit. Has a passion in what she does. A fire in her eyes...and I want to be walking next to her side by side while she tells me more about what fuels that fire.”
“I’ll make sure to remember that.” Tam chuckled. “In my opinion anything might be better than what’s going on right now.”
“Of course. Hell, my dad was snapchatting that they were blasting Bohemian Rhapsody in LAX. He didn’t even get his bag checked and managed to smuggle in his flamin’ hot cheetos fries,” Barrel shook his head with a laugh.
“I think it’s awesome that people are going on strike and standing up against the almighty power. Most historical moments are very wild, for the times.” She laughed at herself before her own smile dropped nodding, “He isn’t a man someone running this country should look up to. Being here is a dream no matter what.”
“Honestly, people have been marching since the beginning of the history of this country, I mean how fucked up is that?” He shook his head, “It’s gonna be worth noting historically, future generations are gonna be like ‘what the fuck? that’s wild’,” He chuckled and then sighed. “That’s a pretty valid point, although I wouldn’t exactly say being here is a dream.”
“It can easily do that, at least there are plenty of people who actually fat check and keep the masses from getting too over the top.” She tapped the edge of her tea cup before smirking, “I can agree there, I lived in a country too long were I had no voice. I don’t plan to let that happen again.”
“Yeeeah...not for long. You know how many people are calling in sick and going on strike? It’s fuckin’ wild, legendary, but wild,” He chuckled until his smile fell. “That’s right, you come from the country of Putin. Yeesh. Can’t imagine living over there like that. More power to you.”
“I think its a good distraction.” Anya spoke smiling a bit. “This man is throwing a tantrum and he thinks it’s going to work.” Shaking her head she sighed, “But Anarchy is going to be kind of interesting to watch right?”
“That’s what they’re saying is the hope, but people get fucked in the ass in the process,” Barrel pointed out taking a sip of his coffee. “Oh, it won’t work, but I want in on the anarchy, watching’s boring as fuck.”
"Well shit,” Barrel shook his head. “At this rate with this whole government shut down bullshit, the airports are clearly next. You know what that means when there are disgruntled business people who need to travel? Anarchy. You heard it here first.”
Diana didn’t hide how her eyes traveled up and down his frame. He was attractive, to say the least, but she wasn’t about to say that outright to his face. She lifted the glass to her lips again, taking another sip before she looked him in the eye. “Is that so?” Turning in her seat, she looked around the room. “Yes, well, surely no one has as refined taste as I do. They wouldn’t know a good drink if it was thrown in their face…Yet somehow you know what I’m drinking. Should I be worried about whether you’ve been staring longer than I thought? Or just plain flattered?”
The icy-eyed stare was all too familiar, but Barrel left the suspicion on the table as he took another sip of his beer, his gaze studying her curiously. “It is, but I like that you don’t seem to care about it at all. It’s why you stand out,” He added with a smirk. “You were raised well, I can tell. But, you should be flattered, I don’t stare long without wanting to strike up a conversation with a fellow inquisitive mind. I’d cheers to that, don’t you think?”
“I’m not scared of you,” she said softly. At least not completely. Barrel was a wildcard though, and she couldn’t get to comfy around him. No matter how much time has passed. “I just…don’t have much t-to say to you. Other than I w-wish you wouldn’t bring up….the past.”
“Sure, we’ll say that,” Barrel chuckled, resting his shoulder against the wall, eyeing Sally carefully. It had been a while since he had last picked on her after all. “Why not? Don’t we want to bask in the nostalgia for just an itty-bitty while? After all, I can’t totally fuck with you anymore considering my sister is dating Jack’s best friend and all that jazz. Gotta at least respect the company you keep to a certain extent...depending on the day really.”
After a particularly long day, all Diana had wanted to do was go home and relax with a bottle of wine. Instead, she remembered she drank the last of it the night before, and the store was already closed, so she resigned herself to the fact that she’d have to go to Pleasure Island for her vice. Once the uber dropped her off, she closed the door without much of a salutation and walked straight to the bar, ordering a glass of sauvignon blanc. She had only taken a few sips before she felt a presence behind her. “If you’re going to talk to me, I’d suggest you gather your balls and do it before I get annoyed at you.”
{ @fckinbarrel }
Pleasure Island was a nostalgic hit for Barrel. It was where many of his firsts had happened when WDPA was his ground of terror and amongst the nostalgic haze, he drank his usual beer, watching starry-eyed newbies stumble in, the brokenhearted drowning their sorrows, and curious eyes dancing around the curious bodies on the dance floor. He chuckled in remembrance of all the times he had here, taking another sip of his beer as he wandered around. That was until he came across a stranger to the place, sipping a glass of one of the fanciest wines he had been introduced to many moons ago and when the stranger turned, he chuckled. “Easy now. I’m only staring at your drink. Seeing as you’re the only one standing out drinking something as sophisticated as such.”
Here’s to Another Christmas Without You || Self-Para
When: Christmas 2018
Where: The Cemetery
Notes: Barrel decides to pay a visit to an old friend.
Warnings: A lot of sadness, death mention.
Barrel trudged down the winding, snowy path as the wind picked up speed around him. He didn’t care that there was a freak snowstorm in Santa Monica, nor did he care about the possibility of getting frost bite, but what he did care about was reaching his final destination. Some of the gravestones were buried underneath the snow and others barely peeked over the white blanket and Annabel’s was one of the lucky ones as he noticed the Poinsettia plant that he had left her, still as vibrant and as red as he left it.
He had breathed a sigh of relief, trudging faster to make it and as soon as he did, he took off his gloves, wiping the snow with his bare hands, making sure his sister’s grave looked as pristine as any other day. After all, he was the only one that still visited. A sigh escaped the man as he looked at the picture of his sister in her graduation cap and gown. “Sis...” He said hoarsely. As always, he sat down, not caring how cold the snow was or the fact his joggers would be soaked or the fact he’d have to make an 8 minute trek back in soaked joggers. He just cared about sitting next to the final resting place where his sister laid. That was his main priority.
“It’s fucking snowing in Santa Monica...you wouldn’t believe it,” He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked up, watching the snow fall from the sky. “At least you were right about global warming coming for us...didn’t think Mother Nature would start here but, c’est la vie, huh? Maybe at this rate we’d be reunited,” He joked, letting out a hoarse laugh until he sighed and looked back down and back over at her grave.
“It’s Christmas again. One of your favorite holidays...still...it’s so much quieter without you. It’s uh...a little easier, I guess. Lucy was pretty stoked that I got her a bike,” He chuckled and sniffled a little, unsure if it was because of the cold or because of his eyes beginning to water once again. He hated crying more than he hated people.
“Mom and dad, they’re doing fine. I know they miss you, too. Mom...she was looking through the fuckin’ embarrassing photo album, you know the one we said we’d burn together? She was looking through that again and I could see her pain. Wishing things were simpler again. Where you and I were kids and you were teaching me to talk...I miss those days, too. So does dad, even though he doesn’t talk about it,” He sighed, shaking his head, twiddling his thumbs as he felt the tears begin to spill.
“It ain’t the same growing up without you, Annabel. It sucks not getting to brag about how many people I’ve screwed and you scolding me for being so crass or getting to tell you hey, I might’ve found someone and seeing you be excited and saying ‘Finally! Bumblebee’s settling down!’--I wish we could’ve had that...that you could’ve had longer to live, y’know?” Barrel sniffled, wiping his eyes stubbornly. He took a breath, to compose his thoughts, to calm himself, to not feel the sadness bubble up to the surface.
“Call me morbid,” He began, “But I even considered talking to Cat to find a way to bring you back and shit, I know that’s wrong on so many levels...but I need you now more than ever cause I’m at this...turning point in my life, I guess you’d call it. There are decisions I need to make and moves I gotta do and I need my big sister to tell me to follow whatever’s left of this heart of mine rather than my head.”
Barrel fell silent for a moment, the tears still continued to fall for a few moments. Everything around him had fallen silent. The wind stopped whistling, the snow kept falling. He looked up to the sky and wondered for a moment if Annabel could actually hear him. If she was even there. He sighed and stood back up again, brushing the snow off of him and he walked and pressed a kiss to the cold marble. “Merry Christmas, Annabel. I miss you,” He whispered.
Barrel chuckled along with Cornelia, watching as she had leaned into his touch and slowly slid onto his lap. He could see the mischievous glint in her sparkling blue eyes that made him pull her closer to him, resisting the urge to have her feel him. “Nah, you don’t,” He whispered as his lips drew closer to her. “I just know I won’t be able to get enough of you,” Barrel added as his free hand slowly began to creep up her thigh and up her skirt.
turnnoffyourmind
dailybridgerton
2087
kianamaiart
annaxmalina
blakekathryn
jacobvanloon
discoholicmusic
dededos
kaledo-art
