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luanndelaneys:

LUANN.

✤

Luann hadn’t been expecting anything from Piney, so she can’t help but furrow her brows when he mentions having something for her. Her confusion isn’t helped any when he goes on to tell her he knows Otto can take care of her and like a fucking school girl, she finds herself blushing. “He doesn’t need to take care of me,” she is quick to counter, but she can’t deny the absolutely ridiculous crush she’s had on him since the two started spending time together, like she’s fourteen and still thinks her prince charming is out there, something she’d actually given up on years ago. Ridiculous. But she doesn’t dwell on that, instead focusing on the knife he holds out to her. “Jesus, Piney,” she practically gasps at it, holding it between her thumb and index finger and examining it. While Luann has definitely had her fair share of violent thoughts about the less than gentleman-ly men she works for these days, she’s not entirely sure she would ever be able to follow through on any of them. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were tryin’ to get me on second degree murder,” she jokes, closing her palm around the handle of the keychain-knife-hybrid. At least it’s pretty.

“Well yeah, not when you got this thing.” He was almost giddy, ready to watch the look on her face when he gave the knife to her. The knife looks huge when she’s holding it, it didn’t look that huge in his hands. “Can’t get in trouble for defending yourself, darlin’. Say it was self-defense, you’ll always get away with anyone that’s bein handsy or whatever. And you know if you do murder...” He trailed off, “Just come to us before you go to the damn police please. Come to me. The last thing we need is your ass in jail. And we know how fucked the system is.” He could go on a whole rant about it but instead he changed the subject. “So not sayin’ you should get me a birthday present but when the time comes, I won’t turn it down.”

#{ conversation }#{ luanndelaneys }#{ luann : 001 }

marywinston:

MARY.

It certainly was not the time for jokes considering the fact that he was eight hours late for supper and dealing with his very disappointed wife because Mary had different hopes for how tonight would’ve gone and it didn’t involve fighting with her husband. “Don’t touch me,” she warned with a raise of her hand in his direction before shaking her head at him. “You don’t get to come home eight hours late and just expect me to spread my fuckin’ legs for you.” Her words came with a raise of her brow in his direction before crossing the kitchen floor again and raking her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, well, sorry’s just a word, Piney.” Mary pointed out as she folded her arms across her chest almost defiantly. “I’m not fallin’ for your bullshit.” Truthfully, she wasn’t exactly sold on the idea that he simply got caught up at work, however, she wasn’t sure where that particular rabbit hole would lead her and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that truth. Despite herself, she grabbed a plate out of the cupboard for him, however, before she could pass it to him, she stopped and held the plate in front of her as he spoke. “Just dinner?” She snapped as she turned to face her husband with an incredulous look upon her features before smashing the plate on the floor between them. “No, it fuckin’ doesn’t.” She barked before storming off toward the hallway trying to get as far away from him as possible.

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Piney was a lot of things but he at least knew not to try anything with his wife without her consent. He respected her enough. Though it was ironic that she wouldn’t spread her legs for him even if he was late considering her career path but he bit his damn tongue for the moment. It wasn’t the time yet, not unless things got nastier between the two of them.

“No bullshit here darlin’,” He insisted, throwing his arms up as if he was told to do so by the damn police. “What do you want me to do next time? You know how this works. I can’t just come and go as I fucking please,” He had explained that a million times before to her. At least he’d still get dinner tonight. Or not. His eyes widened as she smashed the plate on the ground. “Will you take it down a notch? You’re gonna wake Ope up,” He said as he followed her into the hallway. Opie was old enough to understand what was happening outside of his room if he was still up. He hoped their son was in a deep fucking sake for his sake. “The night’s still young. We can do shit. What time do you gotta go in tomorrow? Let’s do something now, baby.”

#{ conversation }#{ marywinston }#{ mary : 001 }

who: piney winston & @ottodelaney

where: a bar in charming

when: january, 2021

Piney downed yet another shot of patron before asking the bartender for another one. He was doing two of his favorite things: smoking and drinking. “Think Mary’s pissed at me,” He lets out as he exhales some smoke from his lungs. “She was askin’ me all these questions when I came home late from fuckin’ a croweater. I didn’t tell her that part but I don’t think I needed to say it out loud for her to know.” He nodded at the bartender as he slid him his shot. “I tried not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because I am one. And now I have no idea what I should even do. I’m tryin’ to not get castrated.”

#{ ottodelaney }#{ otto : 001 }#{ conversation }

marywinston:

MARY.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” As he joked, her eyes narrowed at him in response as it was clear that she was unamused with him and she couldn’t control the roll of her eyes that came almost naturally. She didn’t get mad often as she typically didn’t have the right to do so considering her own absence as a result of the hours that she worked at the club. She was just always grateful that they had managed to figure out somewhat of a routine that worked for Opie at least, however, it wasn’t clear to her that their marriage had suffered as a result of that. “You’ll be lucky if you get anythin’ from me tonight,” she said with a pointed look before shaking her head at him defeatedly. “I told you last night when we were brushin’ our teeth and you said you’d tell the boys that you needed to be home early tonight,” she insisted with a raise of her brow, though, she isn’t surprised that he doesn’t remember. “I can’t fuckin’ believe you stood me up.” It was discouraging because she didn’t know when she’d have a night off like this again as it was a rare occurrence and Piney blew her off for work. It didn’t make sense. “Yeah, well, it’s been a long time since Club shit left you out past midnight, Piney,” she pointed out with a sigh. “Yes, he is. I had to help him with his math homework, so you can’t get mad at him if he gets a bad grade, either.” Math had gotten harder since she had been in junior high and most of the stuff Opie was supposed to do now was harder than Mary could understand considering she’d never even finished high school and had never been a particularly good student. Reluctantly, she allowed Piney to venture further in the house and locked the door behind him before meeting him in the kitchen with a grimace. “I don’t want to sit down with you right now,” she grumbled before turning on her heels to make her way toward him again. “Where the hell were you, Piney?” What could’ve been more important than tonight?

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He kept his mouth shut, knowing that if he continued to joke around she’d probably get even more pissed. But then she mentioned getting something and his ears shot up. Eating dinner was one thing. Not having sex was a whole other thing, even if he already had a fair share tonight. “You’re all worked, c’mon, baby, lemme help you release all that.” He knew they’d end up in bed together by the end of this argument. Not that he was complaining by any means. “I forgot, I’m sorry.” How many times could he apologize to her without sounding like a broken record?

"Well consider this a rare occasion. You know how it is, I’m the VP, Mare. I can’t just leave when I wanna.” He felt bad lying to her but there was no other option. If she knew the truth, she’d probably castrate him. “It’s just dinner. I just missed dinner. I’m here now. I’m here. Doesn’t that count for somethin’?”

#{ marywinston }#{ mary : 001 }#{ conversation }

marywinston:

MARY.

It wasn’t very often that Mary was given the evening off considering both of her jobs had been particularly demanding as of late. However, she had spent twenty minutes arguing with a co-worker about the night prior and finally settled on an agreement that allowed Mary to be able to go home and make dinner for her family which she had not been able to do for quite sometime. Truth be told, she could not even recall the last time that they’d all gotten to sit down and have dinner as a family. When she finally settled into their home, she began to prepare the lasagna before eventually sliding it into the oven. She figured that by time the lasagna was finished that Piney would’ve been home and she couldn’t help the smirk that settled on her features as she sat at their kitchen table with a glass of red wine, clearly impressed with herself. However, the lasagna was finished and Piney still wasn’t home which was unusual but did she really even know what usual was anymore? So, she went on with her evening and prepared a plate for her and her son before sitting down to eat with him, discussing his day at school and things that him and his friend, Jackson, did. Mary nodded along as he spoke, but her mind wandered and she couldn’t help but wonder where Piney was.

After dinner, she assisted Opie with his homework before eventually sending him to his bedroom for the rest of the evening and Piney still hadn’t returned home. Mary found herself at the kitchen table with another glass of red wine as she waited, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. One thing lead to another and it was well after midnight and two glasses of wine turned into a bottle when she finally heard the rumble of Piney’s bike pull into the driveway. At this point, she was annoyed because she’d waited all evening for him to return home when she easily could’ve been at work making money instead if she had known Piney was going to blow her off this evening. Admittedly, she was also disappointed because she wanted to spend time with her husband and he spent his time out doing God knows what. She rose from her chair at the dinner table and made her way toward their front door to greet him as he entered, shoving him by his chest with both of her hands as he did. “What the fuck, Piney?” She snapped at him before poking her finger into his chest as she gave a roll of her eyes in response. “I fuckin’ told you last night. Remember? I had to argue with that bitch at work for twenty minutes before she agreed to take tonight for me if I do tomorrow for her.” She wasn’t impressed with her husband and it was evident in her features. “I made you supper and everythin’.”

His weight shifted back as she pushed him. So she was pissed. He knew she had every right to be considering he forgot. “What? No kiss?” He hoped she’d maybe lighten up about the situation if he cracked in a few jokes of his. He sighed as she spoke, knowing that there was nothing he could say to help right now. He knew his wife and he knew how was she when she was mad. The last thing he needed to do was add more fire to the fuel but there wasn’t much else to say on his head.

He shook his head when she asked about remembering, "I don’t remember, Mare.” At least that he was being honest about. “I’ve got a ton goin’ on with the club. I just... I don’t remember. I’m sorry.” Apologizing was probably the best route now. “Is Ope asleep?” He asked as he stepped more into their house and towards the kitchen. “Who says I can’t eat now?” The last thing they needed to do was listen to society about what the correct time for dinner was. “C’mon, let’s heat it up and we’ll sit down together.”

#{ conversation }#{ marywinston }#{ mary : 001 }

maureenashby:

MAUREEN.

➳

Maureen had been in town for nearly seven months and even with that time since she’s been in Belfast, she’d be hard pressed to have lost her accent. Born and raised in Belfast meant that her accent ran deep, leaving her to stick out like a sore thumb, although she’s picked up a few of the colloquialisms of Charming. Maybe the town was rubbing off on her and maybe being here with JT was making her something better, even as she seems to dive deeper into the strings of the IRA. “Emm, no, I’ll find him when he wants t’be found,” she decides, trying not to look like a lost puppy. It was nothing pressing, she reminded herself. Trinity couldn’t even make passage to Ireland for another week or two, Mo just had to say the word. “Yeah, seems like there’s a lot of that goin’ around here,” she adds, pulling a cigarette from his pack with a gracious nod his way. “Thanks— Not car trouble though, just had something from my brother. Figure I might catch him under a car, instead, I found you,” she shrugs.

Piney gave her a nod, before leaning against the car as she spoke. He raised his brows at her comment, "You mean disappearin’? Cause y’know that’s JT’s specialty,” He joked, knowing that there was a reason why JT went to Ireland for two fucking years. “I mean he went to Ireland for reasons that I’m sure you know of so I guess it’s not really disappearing.” He’d support JT wherever the hell he went, no matter if it made sense or not. “Yeah hate to break it to you darlin’, I’m not him.” He chuckled as he placed his cigarette between his lips. “If you need to give him something, I can always relay it. Everything jn Belfast okay?”

#{ maureenashby }#{ maureen : 001 }#{ conversation }

Who: Piney Winston & @marywinston

Where: Winston Residence

When: January, 1991

It had to be well after midnight when he was on his way home. The perks of cheating on his wife when she worked so much was that he could walk in the door late without getting questioned as to why he was coming home so late. Pulling into the driveway, he saw Mary’s car and let out a verbal shit as he took his helmet off. He was going to have to think of something fast. Opening the door with his key, he immediately began to speak. "Hey, babe.” He paused in the doorway, “I didn’t realize you weren’t working tonight.” How could he forget? “Sorry, I’m so late. I got caught up at work.” Which was true since he was in the clubhouse.

#{ conversation }#{ mary : 001 }#{ marywinston }

Who: Piney Winston & @luanndelaneys

Where: Winston House

When: January, 1991

Luann was a good time, and one of his wife’s best friends so of course he was always down to hang out with her. “Before you go, I got somethin’ for you.” He stood up and went into the kitchen to grab his present for her, putting it behind his back. “So I know, I know you can take care of yourself and I know Otto can take care of you too if needed, but I saw this at the Sporting Goods store and figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea with some of those slimey directors that you gotta deal with.” He was sure that Otto would put them in their place if needed. “So if you’re ever in a rut with one of ‘em, just stab them with this.” He explained as he showed what was behind his back. “It’s like a keychain that doubles as a knife. You could take it anywhere you go. I bought you and Mary pretty much matching ones. What do you think?”

#{ conversation }#{ luanndelaneys }#{ luann : 001 }

maureenashby:

MAUREEN.

@piermontwinston Location: Teller-Morrow Auto Shop Date: Present Day, 1991

She’s looking for John but the man is hard to find. In Belfast, he was definitely busy with various things but it seems like in Charming he has even less time for his family. Of course, she knew that she can’t be selfish here, he had a son here and a wife, something that pains her but she understands. Maureen knows that John wants to leave Gemma and has for a long time, considering her lust for power and JT’s waning existence in the Sons. She cried and begged for him to just up and leave, taking Jackson along with him, but he’s yet to do so. So instead, she hides in the shadows, looking for John to discuss sending Trinity back to Belfast to be with Mo’s brother. What is the lesser of two evils when both the Sons and the True IRA are the couple’s family? Coming into the shop, for one last attempt at finding JT, she instead finds Piney, which isn’t the worst thing, since she’s found herself stumbling in front of Gemma repeatedly— best not to find her. “Have you seen John?” she asks, looking around a car quick to see if he’s there. “I swear that man’ll never stop goin’,” she comments, figuring it’s not too far off what anyone would say. If he wasn’t working with the Club, he was writing. If he wasn’t writing, he was with one of his families. “Got a smoke?” she asks, figuring while she’s here.

He actually liked working on cars, though some of the cars gave him some damn trouble sometimes. This pain in the ass ford was one of them, with him trying to start it to no avail. He had to work under the body to figure out if it was a damn hood problem or exhaust problem. Piney put down his wrench when he heard Maureen, that accent wasn’t something he could mistake for anyone else. Speaking of the devil, he wasn’t sure where the hell JT was. But he could hold down the fort till the older man came back. "Nah, not yet. Do you need him?” He asked, raising his brow at the Irish girl. “Cause if it’s car trouble, I can help. Or if it’s something a little more serious than that, you’ll probably have to wait till he comes around. Who knows how long that’ll be, honestly.” At the mention of a smoke, he took a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket. “Take as many as you want,” He offered, taking one from the pack himself and grabbing a lighter from his pocket.

#{ conversation }#{ maureenashby }#{ maureen : 001 }

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