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fairisfortourists:

Dodger rolled his eyes playfully at the annoying nickname that was meant to get under his skin. The morning had started off too good for anything to bring him down, or so he thought. That was until they approached the open house and things finally clicked. This wasn’t just some random happening. This was calculated, whether it was meant for Dodger to see or not. He knew that she was trying to get out of the life. That she wanted to live an honest life. His smile was gone, replaced by a frown that occupied the space now. He couldn’t help feeling disappointed. It felt like she was leaving him too. “Then go get some food.” He stopped where he stood, not wanting to go any further.

Like a change in the wind, Rita could practically feel Dodger’s mood shift beside her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, hands balling up as she prepared for his tantrum. And yes it was a tantrum because he was acting like a child. Like she had been asking to move across the world rather than a few moments away. “Dodge please don’t be like this.” she said lowly to him, she didn’t wany to make a scene. She moved in front of him, the house to her back. Just like always. Rita always turned her back on her desires simply to please Dodger. But with each passing day she was becoming less and less okay with it. Why did she have to give up her dreams simply to accommodate his? “I just want to look and it would really mean a lot to me if you just came with me?” she pleaded. “look at this place. do i look like i can afford it ? What’s wrong with dreaming? Why can’t we just go in there and be a girl and a guy looking at a house? ”

thcpiratefairy:

Zarina blinked, looking up at the sudden call, her eyes landing on the woman from before as she realized that she was talking to her. “Oh, I’m Zarina, Ma’am” she smiled softly. “No, I’m covering tonight. I usually work the other end of the week” she nodded, confirming that she was indeed covering the the blonde with the boobs. “Thanks…that’s really nice of you. I take it you like them?”

“I like it a hell of a lot better than barbie’s concoctions.” she answered. If there was one way to get Rita to talk, it was to get her a good drink. It always put her in a more social-able mood. “You should switch shifts. The other girl does not deserve Saturday night tips.” she shook her head.

foxworthalleycat:

“Oh” Oliver began to nod as her words processed. “Oh” he rose his brows, sliding the keys that she had placed in his hand into his pocket. “Oh? Sorry, sorry” the redhead shook his head, not wanting to come across judgemental because he was never judging Rita. He was just…surprised. “I know that you can take care of yourself but be careful, alright? I’ll, uh, I’ll get out of your hair”

Rita winced as Oliver put it together. She wondered if it was as awkward for him as it was for her. “It’s okay darling. But appreciated? I’d like to get past the first date before explaining my surrogate son.” she chuckled, touching the boys face lightly. “Do me a favor? Keep this between us ok?” she asked him. She didn’t want to flat out say don’t tell Dodger.

footloose-collarfree:

“Touche.” He found himself saying back to her. “You always knew how to keep me humble.” Tramp replied with a smile on his lips. Watching as she rolled her eyes ad him, his brows furrowed a bit in confusion. Tony really was a good friend but it was funny to think she might of thought otherwise. He had quite the reputation and he was sure Rita would believe he’d get with anyone with a pulse at this point. She admitted that there were times she wished she had that and he glanced her way. Speaking in a softer, more serious tone than he’d normally use. “If you ever made the choice to set out on your own, you’d still have me.” He said. Giving her a smile and a shake of his head when she mentioned his bed. “You’re not exactly wrong.”

“well, somebody has to. After all we’ve seen what happens when your ego gets to big tramp.” she said his name in a teasing tone. She called him by his given nickname so rarely that it always felt weird on her lips. She much preferred her title of Butch. Tramp’s tone softened and Rita felt herself doing the same. Her chest squeezed, a feeling she had grown accustomed in the passing years. Being around him was hard some days, but it was better than being without him.

“I know. You’ve always looked out for me.” she answered with a sad smile. Rita was no helpless flower, but Butch always found a way to give her a sense of comfort. A place to be vulnerable. Her hand trailed down his forearm, slithering into his hand and squeezing gently. “But I couldn’t do that to Dodge.” she admitted. Even as infuriating as he could be, she knew what her leaving would do to him. He’d see it as betrayal, just like he’d seen Tramps. If not worse. The thought of putting him through that made her stomach knot. “You know how he is. Loyalty is everything to him. I just wish he’d.. ” she trailed off. “Nevermind.”

foxworthalleycat:.

Oliver knew that Rita worried about him but the redhead was always careful, or as careful as he could be, anyways. Any trouble that he ran into was usually unfortunately due to his naivety but he was too stubborn to see it himself. That was the problem. “But how are you gonna get home?” he rose a brow, confused as he looked down at the keys in his hand before looking up at her. “I don’t want to dive into your business or anything, Rita…but you’re kind of freaking me out. Are you okay? Really?”

“I’m not in any trouble Oliver. And it’s not a business meeting.” she sighed. A heat rose in Rita’s cheeks when Oliver asked how she would get home. She didn’t want to lie to him. Their entire relationship was built on trust...God this was going to be awkward. She downed what was left of her drink. “I will get the person who I’m meeting to and they will....because...they’re my date.” she admitted. She wished the ground would open and swallow her whole.

newspaperburritos:

“When have you ever known me to cockblock?” He asked, though there were a few occasions here unintentional– ah well, scratch those. “We could even wingman eachother man! I could totally chat you up, choose a guy, choose a gal, I got you Rits.” He frowned a bit about the mention of Dodger. “Don’t worry my lips are ZIPPED, Dodger won’t get a peep out of me. and ya know I could always tell him the truth,” He nudged her with a grin. “That you were wingman’in me. Ain’t nothin like the truth.” Even if it ain’t the whole truth.

Rita blinked at him as if she couldn’t believe the words he was saying. “You’ve met yourself right?” she asked. “no no no. I don’t need you to chat me up but I’m sure you need me. So if you want me to wingwoman than fine. Still...one stool over.” The corner of her lips rose just slightly as she waved her hand in a ‘shoo’ motion. “And....Thank you.” She was grateful that he agreed to not tell Dodger. “I just...I need a day where me being my own person doesn’t end in a fight.” she sighed.

thcpiratefairy:

Zarina could take a hint, and it was pretty obvious that the woman before her was looking to get drunk with as little human interaction as possible, something that could be easily arranged. “No sugar or pink drinks, got it” she promised, taking the card carefully and retreating to the bar to see what she could come up with. One of the things that she liked best about this job was the opportunity to experiment when it came to mixing drinks and seeing as the customer didn’t appear too fussy, she was quick to mix a few cocktails before returning to her table. “Just call me over when you’re ready for more, I guess”

Rita gave a small salute with two fingers, taking a sip of the drink. She was surprised. It was actually really good. Usually the bartender who was here just coped out giving her a rum and coke or something. “Hey.” she said calling the girl. “What’s your name?” she asked. “This isn’t your shift right? Usually it’s the blonde with the boobs.” Rita said. “You’re alot better than her.”

A young Rita had been watching the boy for some time now. He was good, And to most people, wouldn’t have been caught. He moved through the crowd effortlessly, grabbing watches, wallets, whatever he could get his hands on. She emptied her own wallet, placing the contents on the inside of her bra. Better luck next time ;) she scribbled on a paper, placing it inside. She planted the empty wallet in her back pocket, walking towards him.

They bumped like she knew they would. She took the moment to slide the contents of his left jacket pocket out and into her her bag. She resisted the urge to smile when she felt him take the bait. “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” she asked, making sure to keep her bag in her line of eyesight. “I can be such a klutz.” @footloose-collarfree

#shhh this is TOTALLY a younger rita gif #flashback para #don't look at me

newspaperburritos:

“You say that as a threat but you may be surprised at my answer man, cause that sounds cool. I’d be like one of those fountains, just–” He imitated the motion, lips shaped like a fish and flexed his arms as he did so too. “I’d make the most epic fountain, everyone would come over to me, put a penny and make a wish and it’d come true. I’m telling you I’d be like Santa, fountain-Santa, make their wish come true! … as long as they said it outloud.” He decided, positive in it. “Rita Rita Rita, it’ll take more than that to get rid of me. Plus you’re pretty unforgettable. What do we say, you have all three andddd I get to stay? Chill out with the best lady I know.” Maybe some flattery would help him.

Rita sighed. She wasn’t winning this one. “Fine. You can stay Tito, move over a stool though. I don’t want you cock blocking me. And do NOT tell Dodger I was here unless he asks. It’s none of his business.” she said to him. She knew Dodge would ask though. And tito would tell him. And then they’d get into another fight about her and her freedoms. It was a never ending cycle.

fairisfortourists

Dodger laughed, letting out one of his rare full belly laughs. Rita had a point and he knew it. Getting under his skin, even, and especially when he wasn’t trying to was his specialty. “I heard rumors and wanted to see if there was any truth to ‘em.” Dodger tried not to be out too late, knowing that it left the ship vulnerable under the shadow of the night. He preferred to be home in case something happened. Last night had been different though. Dodger needed to know what Buster was planning and if there was any validity to the whispers that had been circling him. It threw a wrench in his plans with Oliver if they did. He thought he had more time to teach the kid, to find a way to convince Rita that him becoming a full fledged member wasn’t a bad thing, but if the things he was hearing were true it would speed up that process significantly. “What can I say? I’m used to the sunshine this early.” He flirted, a smirk hidden underneath the tone of his words.

Even in her slight annoyance, Rita smiled as Dodger laughed. It was the kind of laugh that made her stomach flutter. When he smiled fully and the dimples on his cheeks made their rare appearance. It was a glimpse of the boy she had once knew. Before “the life” had made him cooler. More untrusting. Still, no matter what she stood by him, as she always swore to do. She felt better knowing he’d been out scouting and not doing...other things. Something that wasn’t a far off assumption. She had no right or claim to be jealous when he did, but that didn’t stop her from feeling that way. And if there was one thing she could trust Dodger on it was his word. He never lied, not to her anyway. “Sure you are princess.” she rolled her eyes chuckling. they neared the open house, the silly little balloons dancing in the wind. Her pace slowed. “Let’s check this out.” she said nonchalantly. “There’s probably free food...”

foxworthalleycat:

“It’s Friday night…” Oliver shrugged with a cheerful grin as if that should have been explanation enough for his whereabouts. “Sometimes a bunch of us guys from my building go out and get pizza, maybe see a movie or something” he clarified. “I just came in to call a cab since my phone died and I saw you here, so…what’s up?” the redhead asked, inviting himself to sit beside her as he made himself comfortable.

Rita sighed, she couldn’t deny him the chance to have fun with his friends. But this establishment was the last place she wanted her psuedo-son to see her in. Especially like this. She tried to at least to pretend to have her house in order with Oliver. “We really need to get you a car.” she sighed. She fished through her purse, handing him her keys. “Here take mine. It’s safer than a cab.” she said to him. “I’m just....meeting someone.” she said.

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hadezrule:

Vincent looked at the other for a moment after all whatever things had gone down it was quite clear she didn’t wish to be bothered. “While I’m sure you’ve more than deserved a night off, I’m afraid I wasn’t going to request your assistance with anyone. Only if you’d like to join me for a drink so I guess I’ve passed the one requirement you’d asked.”

Rita looked over at the man, an eye brow raising. Well, there were certainly worse looking guys to keep her company. And she was sure Dodger wouldn’t have turned down a pretty face. Not that she cared what Dodger did. “Alright fine. I’ll bite.” She said turning in her stool. “Top shelf only.”

footloose-collarfree:

“Anything to make you feel a better.” He said, eyeing her up as she took a step back from him. One of his hands still lingering on her arm as she stroked his cheek. “What can I say? I’m charming. A lot of people like me.” Tramp said, an edge of humour in his tone. “Tony’s a good friend of mine. He’s a great guy.” He let out a soft chuckle, pulling his hand back before she hooked her arm in his own. “Oh, I’ve been living the dream, Rita. Free to do whatever I want, when I want to… No rules, no worries…”

“And yet somehow Tramp became your moniker and not Charming.” She teased him. She knew he was right though. She’d even been under his spell at one point. Some times she still was. She rolled her eyes when he said Tony was a good friend. EVERYONE was a “good friend” as far as Butch was concerned. Well…everyone except cops and Dodge. “There’s times I wish I had that. Then again, my life is full of so many people I might find it...lonely.” She said to him honestly. “Though knowing you, I’m sure you keep that bed plenty warm. ”

fairisfortourists:

“I thought you liked the sound of my voice.” Dodge replied, trying not to sound as offended as he felt. “Being alone gets lonely.” At least it did for him. He didn’t like to admit it, but without the rest of the group, he felt alone – especially without Rita, though. For as long as he could remember she had been at his side.

“The sound is lovely yes. It’s the words that tend to drive me up a wall.” She teased him. “Wouldn’t know. I don’t really know what it’s like to be alone.” She said back to him. Rita always had someone with her. Dodger, Tito, Einstein, Oliver, Tramp. The few moments of peace she did have were fleeting. As she grew older, her patience for being constantly tugged in different directions grew thinner and thinner. She turned, heading in the direction of an open house she planned to visit. She hadn’t been hiding it from Dodge, she simply just hadn’t told him. Still “coming across” it naturally seemed like an easier thing than telling him it was preplanned. “You got home late.” She pointed out. “I’m surprised you’d even want to be in the sunlight this early.”

newspaperburritos:

“They? They? What are we a bunch of barbarians to you? A pack of wolves? Animals? I thought we had something special, Chica. This is heartbreaking, my heart has been BROKEN.” He liked being over dramatic, sue him. There was nothing better than annoying the people he loved, except maybe a burrito. “How’bout this? How would you like not another drink, but another three drinks. The only catch is one of them are mine.”

“Stuff it tito before I put this glass so far up you, you’ll be pouring gin out your mouth when you speak.” Rita warned him. This was exactly the thing she was needing a break from. It was always so much. And she loved her boys, would kill for them. “Counter offer. All three are mine. And You forget you saw me. And I won’t put you on lifeboat in the middle of the night.” She warned him with a smirk.

walle-forthright:

“I’m sorry, again,” they said, hanging their head slightly. “I need to be more careful.” They nodded, making a mental note of it. They’d take Roachie there next time; less possibilities for awkward encounters. They then chuckled softly at her admission. “Me too,” the agreed. They then nodded. “He ate a cockroach when he was a puppy so I thought the name was funny.” Maybe an overshare, but it was still within the realm of the conversation.

“I like it. It’s different for sure.” She smiled. Rita always felt a sense of peace around dogs. It was hard to explain, but being around one always made her feel calmer. She had always wanted one, but the boat was packed enough as it is. “I’m Rita.” She said to the boy. “Nice to meet both of you.”

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