OUR DAY WILL COME

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danielxhoffman:

Danny screamed. The pain was intense, and his hands moved to scrape at Mannix’s hands. “Al-rii...” he managed through having glass in his mouth and pain. Having his face peeled off was not going to help anyone, and he wanted the pain to end. He was getting nowhere but dead… and though part of him urged to continue for that very reason he tried to push the man away.

The screaming did nothing to his nerves, he would slice his face right off and he considered it with a small chuckle. “That sounded like surrender.” The glass stopped just short of his ear before he ripped it out of his skin. The screams and sounds of pain were enough, perhaps he had learned his lesson not to poke his nose where it didn’t belong. “Lucky you. Now if ye get yerself to the hospital, you’ll get stitched up real good.” 

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danielxhoffman:

Danny’s face smashed into wood before he could even blink. Pain radiated through his skull, and his eyebrow burst open, eye socket taking quite the hit. That would swell tomorrow. He lay against the bar, dazed… just about making out what the guy was saying. He blinked, finding the scars the guy referred to. It scared him still. The guy looked half crazy with the jokeresque smile. “I dun- giv’ a fuck what happens to me…Just them,” he closed his eyes, breathing hard, not putting up any more of a fight.

A dead guy in their place of business was a problem he didn’t want to deal with. Already trying to hide from the IRA back in Ireland, drawing attention to himself was a bad idea but he just kept going like he wanted it. Such a shame to wreck a pretty face, it’s too bad he doesn’t give a shit. The glass sits at the corner of blood stained lips and cuts into the soft flesh. “I’m givin’ ye to the count of three, boy-o. Then you lose your pretty face and no girl or boy will recognise yer drunk arse.” Still the glass pierces skin, dragging up in a curve, a smile. “One.” Another slice because he isn’t leaving without a scar. “Two...” 

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danielxhoffman:

“So tell me where he is!” he yelled with a charge. He didn’t care if he hurt the guy, or got hurt. Truthfully he was a little drunk, but that was most days. He couldn’t do nothing, and he sure as hell couldn’t go to the cops. That was too dangerous for Chris and Chris if Alaric found out. He didn’t know much about the guy but he knew how these people operated. They all had a better chance of getting out alive if the cops weren’t involved. Danny lunged at the man with the bottle.

If there was one thing he despised, it was people running at him with glass bottles. He was too obvious, lunging forward. Mannix ducked, grabbing his forearm and twisting until the bottle was dropped. One hand craddled the back of his neck, slamming Daniel face first in to the bar. “The last thing ye want ta’ do is run at a man with a bottle, boy.” He leaned over, making sure he met his eye. “You see this?” he asked, pointing to the scars on his face. “A man with a glass bottle did that an’...” He picked up a shard of glass, dangling it in between his fingers. “If you keep askin’, I’m gonna give you a matching one.”

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danielxhoffman:

Danny didn’t know what hit him. One minute he had the bat, and the upper hand… and the next all the air was being pushed out of his lungs and his face smashed in. His nose exploded, and he stumbled back. A fit of gasps and splutters later, and his head rose to lock eyes with the man. “Christoper Pierce and Christopher Sterling, asshole!” he grabbed a broken bottle from the ground, and gripped it tightly. “I have a pretty good feelin’ your boss knows where they are, so if you’re not gonna talk why don’t you jus’ go ahead and tell me where he is, huh?”

He watched the blood poor down the mans face with mild curiosity, head cocked to the side. The only name that rung a bell was the second one. The drag queen he’d carried home one night. “’Ave you got a death wish, boy?” He asked, pointing the bat in his direction. One hit and he could break that hand, the glass would never get near him. He’d had his own trouble with glass bottles before and he wasn’t keen on meeting another. “Yer not doing anythin’ to help yer friends IF they’re here. And neither is the boss so you best be running along while you still got two working legs.”

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danielxhoffman:

“Nah I know exactly where I am and I’m not goin’ anywhere till you tell me where my friends are!” he yelled. “They’re innocent people for Christ’s sake!” He smashed a load of glasses and bottles off of a nearby table with a swing of the bat, before he stepped in and pointed it at the guy ominously, not afraid to start swinging at him. “Where are they?”

“Yer acting like I know who the fuck yer talking ‘bout. Ah dunnae have a clue. Secondly, Ah dunnae give two shits who the fuck they are.” All Mannix cared about was keeping his job and this clown was trying to ruin that for him. Absently, he reached up to scratch his head, not feeling remotely threatened by the other’s presence. Striking out quick, Mannix used the bat to his advantage, pushing it back into the man’s side until it connected with his ribs and pulled it up to hit the guy in the nose. The grip on the wood loosened and it became his bat. “Now, are ye done or are ye beggin’ fer an ass whooping.” 

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@mannixwalsh

It wasn’t the wisest idea, but then again when did Danny do anything even remotely smart? The door of the den slammed shut behind him as he bulldozed his way inside of the King’s Den. They were closed, but that didn’t stop him. He spotted a man, just one. That was enough. He supposed just by the look of him, he might well have information regarding the whereabouts of Chris & Chris. It was obvious who was behind the kidnappings, even if the law couldn’t see it. Baseball bat in hand, he smashed the wood down against the surface of the bar. “Where are they?” he yelled.

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Don’t ask and don’t tell was Mannix’s rule when it came to any place he worked. It was a lesson learned the hard way from his days in Ireland but a valuable one. Apparently this kid had no idea about that rule. It was stupid to come barging in after hours, demanding information was just the icing on the cake. It had been a long night for the bouncer and he didn’t give two shits about whoever the guy was talking about (even if he did know the answers). “Listen ‘ere, boy-o. Yer in the wrong place and ye best be movin’ along before I make you.” 

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jasonxkane:

“Both. Man’s gotta earn a livin’.”

“Now that’s somethin’ ah can admire in a man. If yer gunna be making money from me, ah’d like to know who it’s for.”

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dumbgayho:

He narrowed his eyes and bit into the back of Mannix’s shoulder, not too hard, but enough to leave little teeth marks. “I don’t need to be awake. Be nice to me. I’m just little, you could shake me and I’d die, I bet.” Chris truly was convinced that if he was shook too hard, he’d end up like those babies on the news that got shaken too hard by a drunk parent. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t let go of that belief. “I didn’t think I needed a plan to get home. I could’ve gotten a ride from someone, probably. And I did. I got a ride from you.”

“Ach! Ye be careful or ah’ll be charging you for this,” he grumbled. There was no use in arguing or reasoning with him. “Ye know that’s not true, don’t you? You’re not a baby so I cannae kill ye by shaking you.” And it was ridiculous for him to even think that was a thing. He’d managed to kill many men but none of them had ever been by shaking him. “It’d be more likely that I’d punch you and you could die. But nae in this position.” 

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jasonxkane:

“Done deal, mate,” he assured. “It’s quite the trekk gettin’ there the first time, yeah? So I’ll ‘ave a guy take you down there. He’ll meet you ‘ere at eight.”

“Aye, ah can do that.” A fight was a fight and he was itching to hit someone. He absently scratched his chin, sizing the man up. “An’ are you a fighter or just the man makin’ th’ profit?”

[almcsteasy]

“Be gentle with me, I’m just a baby.” He huffed after he was moved a bit, jabbing Mannix’s shoulder before laying his head down on it again. “Don’t call me a dolt, I don’t even know what that means but I don’t think it’s good. There’s a difference between wanting to stay awake to drink and not wanting to stay awake when you can’t drink anymore.”

[mannixwalsh-blog]

He snorted in disbelief, more like a man sized baby. “Aye, it’s nae meant to be nice. It’s meant to keep you awake.” He grumbled, refusing to agree with his point. Being out and drinking was different to passing out at home. “You should be more careful then an’ make sure ye’ve got a plan tae get home first.” 

[ircnbound]

“What part of me screams suttle to you?” he laughed a little, before nodding his head - he’d clearly piqued the guy’s interest. He knew a fighter when he saw one - a bit like a blood hound that way. He could sniff them out from miles away. “‘Bout as legal as it can be without a licence. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about mind. I make sure of that. Keeps crime rates lower than usual - well crime of a different kind anyway, makes people money and keeps ‘em entertained. No-one’s stupid enough to go against somethin’ that even raises fuckin’ tourism.”

[mannixwalsh-blog]

“Certainly not your pretty boy looks, that’s fer sure laddie.” That wasn’t to say he wasn’t interested. If it was a way to beat the shit out of the lousy drunks that got on his last nerves, than who was he to deny it. He’d been looking for a fight for a few weeks and he wasn’t about to turn on down. “Ye mistake me, ah’ve no issues with it nae being legal. Was just curious. If you can get me a fight with that useless piece of shit, ah’m nae about to say no, am I?”

[almcsteasy]

It had been a long time since Chris had to be carried home, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He ran his hand across Mannix’s chest gently, keeping the fingers of his other hand twisted in his shirt. “I don’t want to,” He murmured, biting down on his shoulder gently. “I don’t wanna be awake.”

[mannixwalsh-blog]

“And yet,” he huffed, adjusting his grip on Chris, purposely jostling him a little harder than necessary. “You wanted to stay at the bar an’ keep drinking. Ye cannae even keep yer eyes open, you dolt.” If he didn’t stay awake, Mannix wouldn’t hesitate dropping him somewhere on the way.

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dumbgayho:

As they went outside, Chris rested his head on the older male’s shoulder; he was tired and if he didn’t focus on keeping himself awake, he felt like he was going to fall asleep before Mannix got him home. “That way.” He moved one of his arms from his shoulders, pointing to the right before gripping onto the other’s shirt.

It had to have been the strangest experience he had since moving to town. For a small town it held more secrets and oddities than Ireland had. He grunted in acknowledgement, heading down the right hand side of the path, completely unbothered by the looks that followed him. “You best be keeping wide awake back there.”

[ircnbound]

“I get the feelin’ you’d wind up there eventually but I’ll help the process along. New in town, ain’t ya?” he posed, knocking back his glass. “It’s called The Pit. Center of the underground fightin’ circuit in this neck of the woods.”

[mannixwalsh-blog]

“Ah suppose yo’ could say so. Been ‘ere a few months.” He scratched at his beard, intrigued where the conversation was going. “Well you dunnae mess around, do you? Ah’m assuming this is all illegal?” Which was to say, he was in.

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jasonxkane:

“Yeah? You can do it saturday if ya like. Washed up piece of shit he is - don’t let him fight at my establishment too often, but when he ain’t fuckin’ plastered he can take a good beatin’. The crowds fuckin’ love it.”

“Oh yeah? And what happens on Saturday night, boy-o?” Not that he was going to deny the chance to kick the piece of shit’s arse. “What establishment is this?”

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dumbgayho:

Once he was situated on Mannix’s back, Chris wrapped his legs around the other’s waist as tight as he could to make sure he wouldn’t fall. His arms were draped around his shoulders, fingers tapping lightly on the older male’s chest. “Well, now you have to give me one, and it’s worth it ‘cause I’m adorable.”

Shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation, he just decided to get it over and done with. “Yeah, yeah, apparently so. Now, mind yer head.” He muttered, ducking through the door and out onto the street. “Which way, love?”

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dumbgayho:

“Hush,” He slid out of his chair and took a moment to stretch before jumping up onto Mannix’s back. “I’m cute, you know it’s true.”

There were more grumbles than there were shushing but he turned obligingly, leaning down enough to make the jump easy. A soft grunt as he adjusted the weight on his back, arms resting under his thighs. “Cute or not, ah’ve never been inclined to give anyone a piggyback ride so count yerself lucky.”