The Security

Quinn Lawrence || Werewolf I got people. People I keep safe. Now, sometimes there are things out there that want to hurt them. They normally meet my fist or teeth. Either or. Lets be honest, I'm just the muscle and I'm totally okay with it. So don't make me break your nose.

[shewolfquinn]

tristangerard:

“Not the..” Tristan sighed in defeat as Quinn’s boot connected with their bed, his paychecks from the bar wouldn’t keep covering the cost of replacing their furniture with how volatile and explosive Quinn’s anger was. It was starting to become a weekly occurrence. The staff at Ikea was going to start asking questions. Calloused fingers rubbed aimlessly over the taut skin of his biceps under the hem of the sleeves of his t-shirt. Tristan knew better than to try and interrupt Quinn when she got like this, it was better to ride out the storm than to get knocked on your ass.

“Will’s right.” Tristan said, calloused fingers tracing circles across his biceps now. He couldn’t believe he was actually agreeing with William, normally his logic was too brash and idiotic for Tristan to agree with but.. tonight was different. “She’s just a girl. You just said it yourself. Underneath the wolf, lying beneath the beast is just a scared little girl who needs somebody to give her a chance.” He couldn’t say the words he really wanted to say, he couldn’t tell her that something about her reminded him of himself when he had first escaped the underground fighting ring. Tristan didn’t talk about it much, every time he tried he felt like somebody was tightening barb wire around his throat like a noose.

Quinn’s eyes bulged, her arguments fading for a moment. She never would have believed that Tristan would say that. Will’s right. Will was never right. They would mock his choices with a laugh in bed more often than not, they would whinge when his fund became suddenly drained after a night. Her shoulders tightened. Will wasn’t right. He couldn’t be. Because then Quinn was wrong. And that was not a position that she ever wished to be in. 

“Perhaps someone already did give her a chance. Where’s her pack, Tristan?” She took a step forward, then another. “How do we know that she won’t tear us to shreds the moment we get comfortable? How do we know there isn’t another betray on the horizon?” Her eyes flashed molten gold at the idea of Rosalie and her fists clenched, nails biting into her palms. “My whole job here is to neutralise threats. She is a threat. And yet you sit there, defending her because she seems helpless? You know better than that, Tristan. I’m not losing any of you because of your bleeding hearts. Especially not you. Pull your head out of your ass and see what we’re looking at here.”

[shewolfquinn]

Quinn was furious. She didn’t know what was going on and wasn’t her whole job in the pack to negate threats that might hurt them. The girl that Will had dragged through the door certainly was a damn threat. She wouldn’t let anyone hurt her pack, especially not a girl that looked like she weighed 50kgs while soaking wet. Will wasn’t a great judge of character in her book, especially when it came to women. All she had seen was a wolf ready to rip them to shreds and somehow she ended up with a place to sleep. Her rage over the situation was growing by the second.

Her boot connected with the bed, the metal denting under the force. It didn’t take her long before she rounded on Tristan, who followed her into the room. It said a lot that she was sure her anger would never scare him. Not really. He had dealt with worse. “You need to tell me right now why you voted for that girl to stay. Right now. And if you give me some bullshit, you’ll be sleeping on that couch. Trust me on that.”

[tristangerard]

“I have plenty more,” He promised, carrying her through the abandoned police station, “Which I’ll be happy to share with you once we’re alone.” The station, unlike The Clarke manor, wasn’t filled with an endless supply of bedrooms that offered them a comfortable bed. It was an abandoned police station, all that it had was cold, bars of steel and beds that prisoners would have once stayed on that made Tristan almost miss the hard, stone floor of the cellar he once slept in when he was held captive by his own parents. 

Tristan laughed and when he laughed it was a sound of pure joy and happiness, a sound that was only reserved for his family. Everybody else got the kind and gentle smile that brought all the ladies and even the men to the bar in the first place. It was probably the reason he hadn’t been fired from the bar yet, his boss couldn’t risk losing his biggest attraction, not even when it was Tristan’s girlfriend that was always trying to steal their most expensive whiskeys from the top shelf.

“I always knew you were superficial.” He teased, taking the steps of the metal staircase that lead to the upper level prison cells two at a time. The prison might still be a bit of a fixer upper, but sometimes The Pack were too tired to return to their homes and Cara had decided to spruce up some of the cells on the upper level.

[shewolfquinn]

The Pack knew better than to look for them when they disappear together by now, they had all had their fair share of finding Quinn and Tristan in an awkward position. Yet Quinn was waiting, wrapped now in a sheet and watching Tristan find his clothes, for one of them to ruin the moment. Because this wasn’t a feeling that Quinn was entirely used to after sex, even if Tristan and her had been dating awhile now. There was no shame, no rush to get out of the door, no fumbling with shoes and a jacket trying to leave without disturbing them, there was just contentment and peace.

Quinn was happy.

“If you didn’t need the money, I’d probably give you a reason to stay, you know.” Quinn smirked, still blissed out. “But, I mean, one of us has to be the responsible one. I suppose I can just make you sad you left the bed when I come to the bar tonight.”

[carasuttons]

Cara blushed, it was her default reaction when ever she received a compliment of any sorts. She had confidence in herself that she had never had before she had been bitten by a werewolf, but no where near as much confidence as Quinn had in herself. Quinn had enough confidence for the pair of them, she thought. “We’ll see about that.” Cara said sweetly, “I plan on changing your mind on that by the end of the night.” Cara had always been able to wrap people around her little finger, but she only user her ability for evil in dire situations and convincing Quinn to relinquish ownership of the leather jacket to her was as dire as situations came.

“Now we just need to find me a pair of boots.” Cara pressed her index finger against her lips as she mentally flicked through Quinn’s wardrobe in her head—she had catalogued every item inside of Quinn’s wardrobe—for a pair of boots she could borrow. It would be easier if they were actually at Quinn’s apartment, where her actual wardrobe was, but Cara would have to settle for finding something she had left lying around the old abandoned police station. Of course, it would have been even easier if Cara had just stopped by her own apartment before heading over to the bar, but she preferred the contents of Quinn’s wardrobe to her own.

“There is somebody, actually. You might have heard of him. He’s from Tennessee, all the bad girls love him, he taste like honey.” Cara smiled. “His name is Jack Daniels and I think you’re going to love him.”

[shewolfquinn]

“Please. If Tristan can’t convince me to stop sneaking chocolate into the bed, you won’t convince me to let you keep that jacket.” Quinn thumbed the leather of the collar, grinning wolfishly. “You’re very welcome to try though. You might be at a handicap though, Tristan has a great ass.”

Quinn rummaged through the shoe section of her makeshift closet, finally chucking a pair of ankle boots at Cara’s feet. “Those are my old faithfuls. The leather is comfortable as hell and they make my legs look amazing. I mean, not that they aren’t already but they make them look more amazing. I bestow them onto you. Use them wisely, young one.” Quinn was all serious tone and somber face as she handed her blessed boots over. “You need to also get your own badass wardrobe.”

Quinn’s brow furrowed as Cara began to describe this guy. It wasn’t until she stated the name of her favourite alcohol that Quinn began to laugh. “Oh yeah, I already like him. I like him a lot.”

[tristangerard]

“I do, unfortunately I got lumped with you instead.” Tristan said, leaning down to press a kiss on top of her head. Quinn wasn’t like any other girl that he had ever been with before, she certainly enjoyed punching him in the arm a lot more than any of the others ever had. Except for Sophia, she’d had a habit of punching somebody in the arm when ever she had found something funny and for a human girl, she had packed quite the punch. 

“Deal.” He straightened himself up, a smirk playing on his lips. The only chance Will had at being able to hold Tristan down for longer than five seconds was if he was an Alpha and he didn’t believe even Quinn would go as far as killing Noah to just win a bet and grab herself a bottle of the good stuff. 

“I can think of a number of activities that we could do in the back room that would be a lot more exciting than sneaking sips of Whiskey and avoiding doing any real work.” Tristan leaned down again, placing one arm behind her back and another under her legs and scooped her up into his arms. “How about we  get started on some of those activities now? I’ve still got some time before I have to be back at the bar.”

[shewolfquinn]

“I’m pretty sure I got lumped with you, genius.” In a way, they ended up lumped with each other. Quinn hadn’t exactly been a monogamous person before Tristan. She had never really saw the point until the lump that she stuck with now got under her skin. Hell, there was an incident with Will that was never to be mentioned again. Quinn was the wild child, he knew that when he got into with her.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Quinn smirked right back. She had a lot of faith in the young wolf, he was in a pain in all of their asses. 

Tristan scooped her up and Quinn laughed, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. “I like that idea, do you have any more to share? Perhaps more where you end up shirtless.” Quinn tugged at his shirt teasingly. “Come on, 12 pack abs. I’m dating you that reason alone and you know it.”

[tristangerard]

“You’re the skunk! You have the black hair and the pale complexion to match!” Tristan laughed, grinning from ear to ear. Between Quinn throwing Will through walls and the pair of them rough housing in what had poorly been turned into a lounge area in the abandoned police station, he didn’t believe Noah had the slimmest of chances of ever getting this place up and running. Not with Quinn around literally smashing through walls like a wrecking ball.

“You’ve got a better chance of holding down a job for more than a year than Will has holding me down long enough for you to get your hands on the top shelf stuff.” The thought alone of Will being able to pin him down was more than enough to widen the grin across his lips.

A laugh escaped his lips as she told her story of the German woman; Tristan wondered if Quinn was capable of speaking German, let alone understanding it when she was dealing with an irritated customer. “That sounds simply traumatic.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, a language he knew for certain that Quinn was fluent in. “You’ll find something better soon enough. I would even get you a job at the bar but I’m not sure how much work I’d actually get done with you there.”

[shewolfquinn]

“Oh wow. Do you actually want a girlfriend? Keep talking, you won’t have one soon.” Quinn made that threat at least four times a day but they had never actually broken up. She might have been fond of thinking that she had some control over her feelings for Tristan but really, she was too gone for the guy to let him think about dating someone else.

Quinn laughed, pinching Tristan’s cheek. She liked it when he was cocky. “Ooo, I like those odds. I’ll take that bet. Was it a bet? Fuck it, let’s make it one. If Will holds you down long enough for me to get top shelf liquor, I will try my hardest to hold down a job for a year. Deal?”

It was easy to joke about Tristan getting her a job at the bar but Quinn knew how dangerous that would actually be. Tristan loved his job and while she was sure he loved her just as much, she would hate to be the reason he stopped working there. “Tristan, honey, let’s be honest. If I worked at a bar, I would end up in the back room, sneaking sips of whiskey while not doing any work and taking home all the tips. You wouldn’t even be a distraction.”

[tristangerard]

“Like a deer?” He arched his brow, shaking his head fondly at her with a chuckle. “I’m Bambi then. In this relationship I’m Bambi and you’re,” He trailed off for a moment, his smile growing wider; a gleam of mischief in his eyes, “Who exactly? The Skunk?”

“Ah, watch it!” He laughed, shielding his ribs from any future attacks from Quinn. “You do have to admit that you two bare a striking resemblance in personalities.” He was going to get another elbow in his ribs if he wasn’t careful, but teasing Quinn was too easy and came naturally to him. It always had done. They had teased each other from the first day they had met through witty banter, harmless pranks and even challenging each other to fights. Somewhere along the way the teasing had turned into flirting and the flirting had turned into hooking up and then they had become Quinn and Tristan.

“What happened?” He looked confused but not surprised. Quinn struggled to hold a job down. Tristan had never known her to hold a job longer than a couple of months. “Was the awesomeness that is you too much for them as well?”

[shewolfquinn]

“Oh!” Quinn tackled Tristan again, landing on the couch with a thump and a crack. The couch was dead anyway, they could throw it out if they broke it. “I’m the adorable rabbit and you know it. Say it.” She began to poke his sides. “Say it. Say I’m adorable.”

“You know what? I’m going to let Will annoy you for this one. I’ll tell him what you said, I’m sure he’ll be happy to hold you down while I steal all the good liquor.” She raised her eyebrow, her own spark of mischief in her eyes. That threat might have been teasing, might have been serious, Tristan would never know. That being said, Tristan was a beta, there was no way Will would be able to hold him back for long. It was just a fun thing to think about. 

Quinn shrugged. “I couldn’t hack it anymore. This woman abused me in German, Tristan. German! No shoes are worth that. I don’t care how good the discount was, I can’t be expected to deal with that kind of abuse. So I quit... after they fired me for calling her a bitter old fart. I was going to quit anyway.”

[carasuttons]

“What do you think?” Cara asked once she had slipped into the dress, twirling around for Quinn like she had done for her mother when she was younger and managed to get access to her wardrobe and try on her clothes. Cara’s habit of stealing other people’s clothes had started from an early age, only then the clothes she stole from her mother didn’t fit her as well as Quinn’s leather jacket did now. 

Cara chuckled softly, she couldn’t help but let her mind stray from the dress and wonder if Cara was even aware of just how badly Tristan had it for her, how badly he had always had it for her. Cara had noticed something between them the day she had joined the pack, but she was a hopeless romantic and found love, lust and romance in everything—except for her own life. 

Cara’s romantic life had taken a back seat as of late, she troubled to remember the last time she had even looked at somebody and gotten goosebumps, let alone hooked up with somebody or even kissed somebody.

[shewolfquinn]

“10 out of 10, would bang you.” Quinn smirked, straightening up her jacket on Cara. “Don’t get any idea though, this jacket is still mine and I will go for the hair if I have to.” She teased Cara, tapping her on the nose. 

Having Cara around brought out this side of Quinn, this softer, teasing, gentle side. Quinn couldn’t deny how protective she was over her pack but Cara was on the recieving end of that protectiveness more than anyone. She was an omega, the newbie. While Quinn knew that Noah and Tristan could take care of themselves, she had never really seen Cara in action. 

“So who are we impressing tonight? Anyone catching your eye in town? Is there someone I should start threatening?” She winked before peeling off her own dress, trying to find her short, tight black one that she loved. 

[milesgmoralles]

Main Street. Birch Street. Higgins Asshole Drive. Oh, shit!