#carvcr

[huntedgod]

@carvcr sent a prompt. » "did... did you get beat up?!"

cigarette smoke hung in the air like fog, the music was deafening, & the lighting was dim enough to blur faces, which suited the club goers just fine. jack had been there countless times before, but this time, someone was waiting for him. he didn’t see the first punch; it was just a flash of brass knuckles & then the floor rushing to meet his face. the room spun, & the overpowering sounds of the music thudded against his skull. he was dragged into the bathroom where he was worked over by two men who didn’t say a word. one of them had tattoos of dice on his knuckles, while the other one kept humming an old sinatra song as he landed body blows that made jack taste blood.

when it was over, they left him half-conscious on the tiled floor. bruised & bleeding, he pulled himself up to a sitting position when he heard a new voice speak. it was a beat or two before he pulled his head up to look for the owner of the voice, & when he found it, all he could do was chuckle before spitting blood onto the floor & by proxy onto his white t-shirt as well.

“ shit, you should see the other guy, ” jack said, his voice felt like stones were trapped in the back of his throat.

his eyes adjusted further, which allowed him to make out the outline of the club’s bouncer. he had seen him a handful of times before, maybe spoken one or two words to him before now, but curiosity had hold of him. what was the club’s bouncer doing checking on him like some sort of medic?

“ ain’t you got a door to watch? ” he asked, still looking up, but then looked down. the room was still spinning, & the more he looked up, the more it spun, & the last thing he needed was to meet the floor again.

[bucketkicked]

there's something very wrong with you. (hehee hello)

She takes a drag from her cigarette, slowly blowing out the smoke before she addresses the bouncer.

“Yeah?” Irene’s expression barely changes, minus the minute twitching of her eyebrow. She’s amused, really, but it is expected given her strange countenance. Sunglasses, all black suit, ratty brown hair. What a picture. Almost daintily, painfully practiced, she taps the ashes off of her cigarette into the tray before her. One corner of her lips twitch upwards into an odd cockeyed something-of-a-smile.

“Like what?”

It’s said more in jest than as a challenge, more playfully curious than wanting to start beef. “It’s a hell of a way to greet someone, I’ll give you that, but I do suppose I’m not the most normal clientele for one to have.”

[playedgod]

@carvcr sent a prompt. » " if they strike once, you just hit 'em twice as hard. "

“ now, son, ” silas began, his voice smooth as always, laced with a layer of honey dipped in friendliness. “ i do not condone violence for the sake of violence. around these parts, you’ll learn that to be true, & you’ll also come to learn my teachings don’t always allow for unwarranted violence such as that. ”

the smile on silas’s face didn’t falter as he took a half-step closer toward the younger man. “ should you choose to stay with us, as your mama has done, then you’ll come to be quite familiar with these ways. am i making myself clear to you? ” his voice was low, but gentle as he spread his arms out wide.

he remained there before stepping back after a beat. his calloused hands lowered to his sides, fingers brushing the hilt of a hunting knife tucked at a loop in his belt. he gave in to the silence & allowed the sounds of singing crickets to take over. it was late, the only light around them came from the porch, which silas stood so proudly on, & the few other porch lights that had been turned on around the compound. the warm summer air came through the breeze, which blew across the area in slow motion.

after the beat, silas’s grin faded momentarily. “ i ain’t got all night, son. surely you don’t either, so either join me inside & we can forget this little act of violence between you & michael ever happened, or you can spend the night in the dog house. the choice is yours. what do you say? ”