vinnysouther:
As he stumbled into view, Vince cut a striking figure against the blue mist enveloping the mall. He strode through the midnight, all wiry muscle, dressed top to bottom in black aside from his mask and the three shiny new dogtags resting on top of his leather jacket. Bright blue swirls of Celtic warpaint adorned the cheeks under the hockey mask’s round, dead eyes, framing a spoked wheel drawn in the middle of the forehead.
At the sound of Carrot Cake’s voice, Vince hastily yanked the mask up to his forehead, his eyes bright with the cocktail of gin and amusement. Miss O’Malley clattered to the ground and left a red smear as she rolled. Hands balled into fists, Deadwyler cocked his head back and roared, “BRONWEEEEEN!”
If she was mad at him—and that was obviously no “if” at all—it was lost on Vince. He ambled over to his love with his arms outstretched and a careless smile spread over his face. “Miss me? Hey, how ‘bout a little kiss, gorgeous.” Vince stopped short, looking Cake up and down with wide eyes. A beat passed and it almost seemed as though he realized she was angry. “God damn,” he finally said, airing out his stupidity, “you are stunning. Fuckin’ knockout. I love you so much, babe, you know that?”
Before he could follow this train of thought any further, Vince gave a sudden jolt like he’d been pricked with a needle. He reached into his inner jacket pocket, rifled around for a few moments too long, had an epiphany, and switched to searching the opposite one. “Got the gun. That gun. Y’know, that one I was talking about. The gun?” The look he gave her to follow this was half-expectant, half-asleep. “Alright?”
Fire lit in Carrot Cake’s eyes as she white knuckled her tomahawk, her pistols abandoned at her hip. She clamped her jaw tightly, hard enough for her teeth to ache. “Don’t FUCKING —“ She didn’t dare back down from Vince, instead tearing his mask off his crown and tossing it aside. “—TALK TO ME LIKE THAT.” The bleariness of Vince’s eyes were made more apparent by the vibrant blue warpaint smeared around them and she wanted to clock him in the face. She wanted to kick him in the balls, she wanted to grab him by his hair and drag him to her level. “You’re a disgrace! How dare you fuckin’ show up and talk to me like that! Why the fuck you’d get drunk out here! You wanna die or somethin’? You look like a goddamn fuckhead!”
