[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

Bad Boy || Event 7

[firstladyquincy]

She hadn’t been one to date many men before meeting Michael and even then, her relationship with the now President had been very rocky at the start. Jessica tried to push her hand harder, but the fabric of his shirt was soft and slippery under her skin so it slid. She jerked her hand back just before it fell to his lap. The man’s hips began to sway and grind and while she should’ve just laughed and shushed him off playfully, everything, the outbreak, the bunker, her men dying, coming here, being pressured to contribute, was too much. Plus the fact that America was in no state to elect a new president so there was a very real chance that Michael would be enacted in for a third term until North America found some balance and restoration. For his sake, she had a roll to play and a lap dance was far from that roll. 

When he eased, she blinked back tears. Humiliation. Jessica had felt pure, raw humiliation. As everyone clapped for his performance, she waited until eyes were off her before she ran out of the karaoke room. She wouldn’t have put it past that immature asshat Aaron to have put the dancing man up to it.

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

The roar of his audience only fueled him to carry on. That is, until he saw the glossy whites of her eyes become more watery than normal. His face fell to confusion, and before he could ask what was wrong, the woman had disappeared from sight. 

‘Ah shit, now ya done it.’ Austin reprimanded himself silently before following after the figure. “Hey, wait!” Ignoring the cheers from behind him for an encore, he rounded the corner in search for the young lady whom he’d obviously upset. Though most of his steps were stumbled, and his words were slightly slurred, he was still concerned. Austin didn’t mean to hurt anyone, he only wanted to have fun.

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Howdy || Brandon + Austin

[litavontease-archive2-blog]

A flicker of amusement flashed on Brandon’s face when the other man answered with a legitimate drawl. He’d only been joking about the rodeo, but the blond man seemed serious. “Sorry I missed it,” he returned dryly. “Nothing beats watching city yuppies trade their Louboutins for a pair of Justins and suffer through drinking Pabst instead of some microbrewed organic pale ale. Grown ups playing dress up.”

Brandon reached for his flask and took a long drink before taking up his gun again and laying two more walkers to waste below. “It’s like the shitty weather brings them out more,” he remarked on the rainy weather. “Maybe there’s some humanity left in there after all.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

He stifled a laugh as the other stereotyped everyone who came to his rodeos, damn near to a T. “I think it was Brantley Gilbert that sang ‘country must be country wide’... Well I ain’t seen a damn farm one up here so I’m not quite sure how that could be.” Austin shoved his hand in his pockets after taking an awkward scratch to the back of his head. 

“Kinda makes sense.” He shrugged, watching the other’s target practice session from a few strides away. “You can smell when a storms comin’.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

Bad Boy || Event 7

[firstladyquincy]

Jessica was just about to leave when a man with a surprisingly good voice for once had taken the stage. Turning her attention to watch him, she had still stayed seated in her chair in the back, wanting to go unnoticed. He on the other hands had different plans. She watched him swagger closer and looked around to see if perhaps he was heading to someone else. She was wrong. The First Lady’s breath caught in surprise as he moved to sit on her lap, obviously drunk and showing no signs of ceasing. “Please,” she tired to get out but his voice was just as loud as the music and the cheering. “Sir, please–” Jessica placed her hands on his chest in a weak attempt to push him off; she’d never been very strong to begin with. 

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

The sly smile still on his face as he felt the woman’s feeble hands press upon his chest in an obvious attempt, or so he drunkenly thought, to remove his shirt. Her soft voice was unheard as he reached to guide her hand down to his abdomen. Had he been sober, there would be no way he would deny a lady her right to walk away, but the music and cheering and his own singing and drunkenness got in the way of his morality for just a moment. His hips moved along to the rhythm of the song as he sang.

“But when it comes to lovin’ you I’ve got velvet hands I’ll show you how a real bad boy...”

“Can be a real good man.” He finished his now spoken sentence off with a wink before easing up on the pretty young lady on the off chance that she was embarrassed.

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

Bad Boy || Event 7

Knocking back what was near, if not upwards of, his tenth shot of Jose Cuervo as he turned the knob to the stereo he’d found in his apartment. Luckily, the disk inside the CD player was one he’d come to know very well throughout his travels in the rodeo; Tim McGraw. And goddammit, if he didn’t know the track number to every song... Number 6 was the one to get Austin’s party started every time. Whether or not he decided to put on a show tonight, he would definitely be bringing someone home with him.

“Girl you’ve never known no one like me Up there in your high society They might tell you I’m no good Girl they need to understand Just who I am”

Austin rocked his hips with the bottle of tequila in his right palm, a smirk played on his face as he sang along to the verse, then the chorus. Taking a particular interest to a figure he saw in the crowd, he pointed and winked, stepping closer to straddle the person. All in good fun, right? The liquor already had a hold of him, and it wasn’t going to let go any time soon, especially not with his favorite stripping song on. “I may be a real bad boy. But baby I’m a real good man.”

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Howdy || Brandon + Austin

Brandon was on the roof trying out a new handgun he’d acquired on his last run. It was light yet had a surprisingly low recoil. He fired off a few quick rounds into an unsuspecting zombie down on the street. 

Just as he lowered the weapon to affix a suppressor, Brandon’s eye was caught by a broadly built and distinctly cowboyish looking man nearing him. He said nothing as he twisted the suppressor on, but after he’d reloaded the gun and took aim, he mocked a drawl and said, “Howdy, partner. When’s the rodeo?”

He took his shot, pegged his ambling target, and gave the newcomer his attention.

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

Austin had decided to take a trip to the roof, the Wexley seemed to grow smaller with the more time he spent inside. Being on a ranch for most of his life really made him enjoy the outdoors, so much so that it was more of a need than a want. The sound of a gun firing off drew his attention and quickened his step slightly. Finally pushing through the metal doors, he saw an unfamiliar silhouette on the edge of the roof; the source of the shots fired.

Stepping closer to watch as the man took aim, he didn’t expect the other to speak. The faked drawl perked his ears; Why did everyone feel it necessary to mock him?

“Was ’round the start of this here bullshit actually.” He motioned to the walkers on the streets below. The other must have overheard a conversation between someone else, he knew for a fact he hadn’t told this guy what he’d done before the world went to shit.

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

[hopexforthexbroken]

Blushing softly and pushing her hair behind her ear, Hope chuckled softly at his wink and his sipping of the broth. “You never know. I hear there is a couple here, only one was looking for the other and they both ended up here within days of each other, so you never know, right?” Trying to be supportive, she patted his arm with her hand before returning it to her mug. “What did you do before this, Mr. Austin?”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

He nodded at her comment, you really never do know. Unless you know.... You know? “Before this? Aw shit...” He always hesitated before telling someone his full name or career, Austin hated the attention he got from his dad’s achievements instead of his own. “I was a bull rider. Professional and what not.”

[fallenwxnderland-deactivated201]

Harlot blinked and quickly looked up, a real smile gracing his lips; it was a rare sight to see a real smile on his face. “W-Would you?” He murmured softly. “Even if I only find one of them, it’d make everything a lot easier to deal with. Especially if we found Vin.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“Course I would. I ain’t one for lyin’.” A smile. Finally, the kid was smiling. “You jut let me know when and here ya wanna look a day ahead of time and I’ll be ready to go.”

[fallenwxnderland-deactivated201]

“I want to look, but I know it’d be stupid to look.” He murmured faintly, swallowing thickly. “I miss them. I miss Vin the most, but I miss all of them. We were inseparable…”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“Hopeful. Not stupid... I don’t blame ya.” He offered a sliver of a smile with a light pat on the other’s shoulder. “I’d go with ya if ya wanted to look for a while. Spent plenty of time out there to know what I’m doin’.”

[fallenwxnderland-deactivated201]

Harlot nodded slowly, giving a faint smile. “I mean… I know B-Bryce won’t come back… I saw what happened to him, I had to… In movies, mercy killing seems easy. It’s not.” He murmured faintly, voice cracking slightly. “But Vin, Charlie, James… They’re still out there.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“Ain’t no kinda killin’ that’s easy.” He shrugged softly, running a hand through his hair. Austin felt for him, there was no way that someone could be okay for a long time after having to do that. “They’re out there. Just like my brother... You’ll find ‘em one day.”

“In the meantime, buck up. Ain’t much you can do ‘less you wanna go out there and search the streets... But trust me, I’ve tried.”

[fallenwxnderland-deactivated201]

Harlot shook his head a little. “My… My bandmates, they’re still out there. I know they are, I’m watching for them. I need to… I’m sure they’re still alive, I’m sure they are. They’re in one of those buildings.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“They gotta be out there.” Austin flashed a small smile, knowing exactly what the other was going through. His brother had been missing as well, the only reason Austin had found the Wexley was because he was looking for him. “Where else would they be, right?”

[fallenwxnderland-deactivated201]

Harlot stood, hands gently pressed to the window sill as he stared out of the window, silently scanning the overrun ruins of the streets below. He was quiet, though his nails dug into the stone of the sill, face practically pressed against the glass.

He saw someone’s reflection in the surface of the window, and he didn’t even look back before speaking. “Just… Watching for them.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“You a look out or somethin’?” Austin’s thick southern drawl nearly echoed throughout the empty hall. He’d been making his way up to the roof for some fresh air when he noticed an unfamiliar silhouette standing in front of a window.

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

Mid-afternoon Snack || Austin & Danny

[cbbefron]

Danny hadn’t had the slightest clue of what he had been doing in the kitchen. He’d found himself using quite a few ingredients he had found and had made.. something. He was still thinking of what to call it. He heard the doors swing open, and a man speak. Silently, he turned ‘round, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “I haven’t seen anyone. The only person here is me. If that helps at all.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“Well ya sure don’t look like a little lady named Hope.” Austin chuckled, stepping forward and reaching a hand out to introduce himself. “Name’s Austin. Was hopin’ to find myself a meal in here... Shelby girl told me this was the place to be.” His thick southern drawl carried throughout the room as he spoke, he never was one to have a soft voice.

[hopexforthexbroken]

Nodding at his sentiment, Hope smiled over the rim of her mug while she sipped her coffee, that smile ever present as she listened intently to his story. He sounded so sure, and she didn’t question it, wanting to believe just as much as he did that his family was alive. “Well, you should stay long enough to at least get your strength back and fuel up with good home cooked food before you go. I recommend a few days.” Still, she couldn’t help trying to talk him into staying, it was dangerous out there. “Besides, I think move survivors will make their way here eventually. Never know, he could find you here, I mean, what better way to be reunited?”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“I agree. I like it here from what I can tell. Pretty girls cooking for me and what not.” He looked over to offer a flirtatious wink while sipping the rest of the stew broth straight from the bowl.

 “I hope he finds his way here...” His voice trailed off as he was deep in thought, the brother he knew had a different mindset than Austin. The brother he knew wouldn’t kill the walking dead so easily.

[birchrcse]

“Me?! Oh goodness, I think my mother would have a heart attack. I think she’s still hoping that I’ll turn into the world’s foremost prima ballerina.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“Your mother, a beautiful woman I’m sure, will just have to deal with it. You look pretty grown to me, I think you can make a decision or two for yourself.”

[shelby-walen]

Shelby giggled. “All your life? Seems like the view might get a little boring from down there all the time.” She jolted in surprise at his sudden exclamation, laughing loudly again and attracting the attention of everyone in the diner. Shaking her head, she put her hands on his shoulders to calm him down, doubling over as she tried to catch her sanity .”You’ll let me marry you? Oh, Austin, it’s going to be the other way around. I’ll let you marry me. You may be a prize pony, but I’m the winning horse here.” Tugging, she pulled him towards the kitchen. “C’mon, let’s get you something to eat while you tell me just what I’ll be getting out of our marriage.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

“That view never gets boring.”Austin exhaled a chuckle before running a hand through his hair. “Shelby darlin’, it is both a privilege and a burden to tie the knot with me. Can’t have just anyone waltzin’ down the aisle in a white dress. But maybe I’ll make an exception for ya.” Allowing himself to be pulled along behind the girl, his smile didn’t seem to fade in the slightest. “Well I can tell ya right now it ain’t gonna be nothing but constant whining about bein’ hungry and horny.”

[shelby-walen]

Shelby was sure that her cheeks were turning bright red—-something that never happened and she guffawed. “Oh—! Well, yeah, you’re not wrong. Fun is fun, right?” Recovering herself, she playfully nudged him in the side. “Is that what they say? There’s just never been a cowboy to ride around here so it’s awfully rare to hear that.” Snorting, she shook her head. “I’m sure you would. Being a perfect gentlemen and all,” she said in a thick, fake southern accent. “And look at this—-I can even cook, too! We’d have ourselves a nice, fun traditional little household going on.”

[remindsmeofchrisledoux]

Catching the shade of pink that the girl’s face was turning he chuckled, sure his southern charm was working. Shelby’s snort caused him to chuckle as well. “It is what they say. And what the lady does... I mean I’ve done enough bull ridin’ to be the bottom for the rest of my life.” Faking a shiver as she faked her accent, he inhaled deeply. “Hoo!” Austin jumped up in enthusiasm. “Now you’re gonna make me blush... Tell ya what, if you don’t find a proper suitor in... a week? I’ll let you marry me. Gotta cook every day though, we both gotta get somethin’ out of it.”