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❝Oh were great Willy.❞ she walked the short distance to grab the coffee pot and put his order in. ❝Jacks growing like a weed. I swear! Everyone always said they grow up fast. I just never realized how fast.❞ Jasmine couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on her face every time she talked about her precious son.

Willy had to let out a laugh at the weed part. As a father to three boys and a grandfather to a wonderful granddaughter, he knew the feeling. In fact, to him, it felt like just yesterday that Irene was pregnant for the first time back when they barely had two pennies to rub together. To think that was over fourty years ago, now that made Willy feel old. 

“Oh, you got that right, Miss Jasmine! They sprout right before yer eyes, that’s fer damn sure! How old is yer boy anyhow? He can’t be to old, can he? I mean, I hope you don’t mind me sayin’ this but you look like such a young one yer self.”

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    “Hold still. You’s bleedin’.” She makes to dab at the wound with a cloth,       brow pulled down, a silent huff escaping her lips as she exhales. “This is       kinda nasty — what were you doin’? Pickin’ fights or somethin’?”

“I know i’m bleedin’, darlin’. What I need you to do is shut that yammer of yers and clean me up before yer grandmama comes and sees how bad it is alright?” He asked before smiling at her and winking. “Our lil secret, alright? Just you’s and I’s. . .I wasn’t pickin’ no fights either. . .I went to stand and my leg gave out, that’s all. . . Don’t tell yer grandmama that one either.”

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     He would’ve much prefered to sit there and pretend it would solve all his problems. If he could’ve run from his problems then he honestly thought he would. But he didn’t refuse his father - he didn’t, even back in his most tumultuous teenage years, and he’s not going to start now - and unfolded like creased paper, slowly and jerkily. It hurt to breathe and it hurt to move, and he could remember the last time he’d hurt so bad - he’d been run right over by a panicked mare, and she’d tripped on his body, fallen, and kicked him all the more in her frenzy to get up. The cause of his pain now had more feet than she, and fists too, but it said something about their determination to hurt that they’d hit as hard as a horse afraid.

   The act of very gingerly clambering to his feet elicited a few small noises despite his furiously clamped-shut mouth. Even when up he didn’t stand straight, hunched and tense from holding every string of his body in the position that ached the least. One arm hung around his stomach, and only one eye could open fully - which it didn’t, because there was still blood oozing down from the split skin above. The blurring of tears that he couldn’t stop didn’t help much either.

   “Pa-”

   He’d not run crying for his father’s arms since he was ten and decided he wanted to be a man. But he didn’t really care any more.

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Willy’s heart broke looking at his boy like this. This was the man he raised, the man he had taught to walk and talk and to be brave and now here he was. He was broken and bloodied and if Willy wasn’t such a stubborn man, he would’ve rushed over to help him. He didn’t have to though, soon his son was in his arms anyway and the old cowboy sighed, wrapping his arms around his son in a fatherly embrace. He wanted to keep the world away from his boy, to make everything fine again with this embrace and he held his son as he cried, chewing on his cheek to stop from saying anything.

After a few minutes, Willy sighed, shaking his head slightly but refused to break away from Robert. “Son. . .What happened to yah, hm? Go on, you can tell yer old man, I won’t raise mah voice. . .You need help gettin’ up to the house? You look worse than yer mama did when she got the flu in the middle of the blazin’ heat.”

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   There’s one place in the world he feels safe any more - hiding behind Grey’s big body as she circles her stall, tail lashing, her restless pacing and low nickers keeping the rest of the barn awake too. She smelt the blood on him when he came in and she hasn’t settled down, moving to him, moving away, standing at the door because she wants away from the frightening smell, the smell of predators and the dead. He’s pressed into the corner with his arms around his knees and his sore, swollen face hidden in them. He didn’t want to go in the house, not looking like this, before everyone was abed - now he doesn’t really have the strength to get up, or the desire. He wants to sit here for forever and never face another day again.

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It was late but Willy couldn’t sleep, not with his leg acting up again. The pain came and went like the wind but tonight, tonight it was keeping him up and away from his sleeping wife and his eyes were growing tired. Not wanting to disturb Irene, Willy took to sitting outside in his rocker, a glass of sweet tea in one hand and a shotgun in the other in case he saw any of them darn coyotes. (They were always terrorizing his farm.) Instead of a coyote though, he saw what looked like a man scamper into the barn and he narrowed his eyes. Not only had time worn his sight but in this case, so had the lack of sleep. Once he heard Grey hussing though, he knew something was wrong and he grabbed his cane, shotgun still in hand. It hurt to make his way all the way down to the barn, his leg seeming to shoot pain at even the smallest motion but he had a feeling in his gut that this was bad. As he approached the stall, he held his gun up and looked in. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was just his son but the relief was soon gone once he saw what kind of condition he was in. “The hell you doin’ out here, boy?! You got any idea what the time is?!. . .What in god’s name is-” He stopped himself, sighing again before shaking his head. “I ain’t gunna ask. Whatever you got yerself into, yer gettin’ yer self out now cmon before you get a cold and yer mother has to see you like this.”

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Bioshock Infinite - Rapture

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❝Hey shug, haven’t see you in awhile. You want the regular?❞ she smiled at the customer in the booth. They came in every morning for breakfast, but had been absent the last week.  

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Willy smiled at Jasmine, she was a friendly face to see and even though he loved his wife’s cooking, It was nice to come out and socialize. He set his cane against the other side of the booth before sitting down, finally and sighing.

“If yah wouldn’t mind, darlin’. Thank you kindly. . .How are yah though? You and the little one doin’ alright I hope!”

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    “Listen t’you. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirtin’ with me, mister.” Her smile widened at his words, quirking an eyebrow playfully. She was the risk taker out of her group of friends – a polite and good Southern girl on a Sunday, but any other day she would find a rule to break, and act as unladylike as possible. Indeed, she was tough as nails. But he had her reduced to a shy, blushing mess.

  That accent, and those looks? He was certainly something. And his name was something she’d never heard of before. Mogul sounded interesting, unusual. Unique. In time she’d come to learn it was an Austrian last name, for they were an Austrian-American family who had fled the influence of Germany. But she didn’t know that right now. What she did know was that this Willy was for sure a looker, and smooth with his words, too.

  “Are we gonna get drinks an’ sit in the corner, or are we gon’ spend all day gassin’ at the bar?” Her tone was playful, light. She was a summer breeze, gentle and warm in everything that she did. And God, just looking at him almost made her heart stop. “I ain’t ladylike with m’choices of drink, I’m afraid. I’ll have a Kilkenny ale.”

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“Oh is that right?” He asked, an eyebrow raised at her choice of drink and a laugh left his lips. It was soft and short, he didn’t laugh much but she seemed to make him fourteen and giddy again. She was a real interesting one, she had guts and he liked that. You never saw that in any dames so she seemed to be a real treat. If only he didn’t blow it.

“Well alrighty then, missy. I got a girl after mah own heart!” He looked over at the bar keep and smiled a toothy grin, ordering both of their drinks before picking up his hat from the bar top and leading her to the corner booth, sitting himself down after she did and setting his hat down again. 

“Well, Miss Irene Wright, yer a dame and a half if I ever saw one! Where the hell’d you say you were from again? They all as pretty as you there?”

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❝What the fuck.❞ her voice filled with an angry confusion. Olivia read and reread the script over and over. The more she read it the worse it got, not that it was good to begin with. ❝How the hell am I supposed to work with this pile of shit?❞ She flopped the script onto the bar top and waved for another drink as she ran her fingers through her dark brunet waves.

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Willy didn’t go out drinking much, he didn’t like it. If it were up to him, he would’ve met Ava in a motel rather than a bar. Of course, they were only discussing Adele’s birthday party but he thought bars were so sleazy, so gross.

He looked over at the woman throwing a fit, placing his beer down on the bar top as he stared at her. “You alright there, ma’am?”

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Have you ever touched a butt that you later regretted touching?

“Only touched my wife’s ass there, stranger. Never regret doin’ that.”

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       “But has anybody tried yet? I mean, if you don’t let people try, you don’t know. I mean, you got an ass in your pants and an ass in your personality. That’s two asses for two horses.”

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“Don’t be a fuckin’ smart ass, sonny. I’ll knock yer two asses into the dirt, yah understand me?”

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“Now, you listen here! Ya can’t ride two horses when ya only got one ass! Yah gotta put on yer big boy pants and make up yer damn mind, alright?”

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  “I can! I’m a big girl!” She made to quickly to slurp her lemonade, clinking the glass down to stand on the chair and give a little jump. “See! I’m gettin’ big now, daddy says so! I grew two inches, we checked!” Her finger jabs in the direction of the door, where a pencil marking sits on the frame, reigning above previous markings and indentations to signify Adele’s height. “I’m growin’ big!”

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Willy laughed as he watched Adele make her case, obviously amused at the trouble she was going to to prove that she was indeed grown. “Alright, alright!” He said in between giggles as he stood from his chair and grabbed his hat that was on the table next to him. “Let’s go then, missy. Don’t want them horses gettin’ to feisty cause they ain’t got any food. Cmon!” 

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  “Can we go out an’ feed the horses, Grandpa?”    She’s barely finished with the lemonade Irene’s    making, but Adele turns in her seat, holding the    glass in little hands to look hopefully at her grandfather.    “I really wanna go see the horses.”

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“You wanna go out ta feed the horses?” He repeated as he looked over at his wife, waiting for approval. When he received none, he smiled down at his granddaughter and sighed, scratching his chin. “Well, darlin’, I dunno. You think yer tough enough for that job, Missy? You think you got the stuff?”

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   “Have y’checked the coat hooks? Our room? The coffee table?” She listed off possible areas, briefly glancing up from her sewing again. Irene was mending a tear in that nice Ava woman’s red dress — the least she could do for the woman. She was a darling. Certainly one of the family, now. “Honey, don’t go gettin’ y’self so worked up. I don’t wanna be checkin’ you int’ the Medical Pavilion f’blood pressure!”

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Willy stormed into their small little bedroom to find his hat on the vanity, sitting their, mocking him. He grabbed it and threw it on his head before walking out to meet his love. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. Just a little peck to remind her how much he loved her. “Darlin’, what the hell would I do withoutcha?” He winked at her and after a moment, he sat down across from her, watching her sew. “That’s for the Flynn girl, ain’t it? Don’t mess up! Don’t mess up!” He teased before chuckling.

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      “Too pretty? I bet y’say that t’all the girls that come on through here.” Another giggled seeped past her lips, and her friends — a gang of girl’s similar in age, three brunettes and a redhead, were nothing but a cluster of whispers in the corner as Irene momentarily buried her nose in her drink. At the offer of his hand, she looked a little surprised, but made to shake it anyway.

      “Willy, huh? Well. Since you’s already told me your name, s’only fair I tell you mine.” She beamed, making to tuck some blonde curls behind an ear. “Irene Wright. I ain’t got a fancy nickname like yours, but y’can call me whatever y’want — handsome.” The girl’s in the corner burst into shrill giggles, and Irene could feel her cheek’s going a little pink, but she didn’t care. He was gorgeous. 

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“All the girls?” He questioned, studying her as he did. She was tough as nails, he could see that. Not like the other dames that tried to get his attention after shows. “No, ma’am. Just the ones that deserve it and so far, that’s only been you.”

It took Willy a minute to notice the heap of girls in the corner but once he did he made to grin at them too, tipping his hat to say hello before turning back to his lovely new friend. It seemed like every time he glanced upon her, he noticed something else even more beautiful then the last. 

“Irene Wright? Well, shit! Ain’t that got a rang to it! If your callin’ me handsome, I guess I gotta come up with something equally as good now, huh? Only problem with that is, I don’t think any words can describe how beautiful you are. . .That’s the truth too, Missy.”

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                                                “Y’don’t know how glad I am y’made it.”

        She’d never of expected for them to wind up on her doorstep one day. Not here. Not thousands of leagues under the ocean. Pulling a stunt big enough to get her family into Rapture was something she’d never expect Ava capable of — but her best friend had pulled it out of the bag, unscathed. Bribery really did seem to pay. And in this case, the reward was Adelias being reunited with her grandfather and grandmother.

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“Oh, I know, darlin’. I know. Now, cmere and give yer ‘ole grandpappy a hug.” He hadn’t seen her in years, not since she was a little one. Now she was all grown, a woman practically. She looked just like Irene had on the night they met, like a warm spring breeze. Must have been the Wright genes doing that. As he opened his arms to squeeze his precious granddaughter, his eyes welled up. They were best friends when she was living with them. They were practically inseparable and now she stood before him, a woman. It was amazing.