#chat:tramp

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who: scamp & @dogmovesout where: the halloween ball

Tristan Tramp had come back to life with an obvious eye on revenge, and Scamp was having absolutely none of it. Not only had he threatened Atta and her family, but he'd injured his uncle, and shot and choked his girlfriend. After Atta had frantically told him that he now had the nerve to show up at one of the most public events of the year, Scamp's patience was entirely spent. Tristan hadn't reached out to him since he'd been somehow resurrected, but a talk between them was long, long overdue.

Though he wore a mask like everyone else, his father's features were obvious enough that Scamp knew exactly who he was underneath as he approached him at the bar. Before he took his own mask off, he ordered himself a shot for a boost of liquid courage before turning to Tristan. "You'd think going to hell and back would've made you less of a piece of shit. You really want to go back there? I'll send you myself," he greeted, an immediate threat. Tristan was lucky they were in public, otherwise, Scamp would've gone for nothing more than a punch to the face. He wanted to rip his father a new one for ever coming close to Angelica, for threatening people like it was no more than a casual conversation, and for taking his twin back under his wing. But, as he tried to think of how to say it, Scamp's mind kept coming up short. All he could think was how this could've possibly happened, coming back from an entire case of bullets in his body. Which, to Scamp left only one question to ask: "What the fuck are you doing here?"

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who: scamp & @dogmovesout where: the bar, kit’s house

Scamp needed a drink, badly. Somehow, the genius who was his secondary boss and current bride had spilled the beans to his mother that he was working for Hopper, which was the one thing he was trying to avoid that evening. Not only had he not expected his entire family to wind up at this party, but the one reason he’d given his mother for his own presence had entirely backfired. Though Scamp still couldn’t tell why his mother seemed so personally repulsed by the idea of him working for his boss, it still obviously had stricken a nerve with her, which led him to bypassing an entire tray full of champagne to get something stronger at the bar.

“Tequila soda,” he told the bartender simply, recognizing one of them from the local bar near the mansion. Scamp had been in houses like this one before, but he’d never actually been formally invited by its host. He turned back toward the center of the room while he waited for his drink, only to lay eyes on the absolute last person he expected to be standing in Kit Charming’s house: his father.

It was no shock to Scamp that he would find his dad at the bar, of all places, if he were to turn up, but the fact that he was still there was a surprise. Who the hell had invited him? It was the exact question he planned to ask, if only he could find the courage to get the words out. Scamp had played this interaction over in his head thousands of times in the years since he’d seen him, but never once did he think he’d have to do this in public. With one slight movement from his father, the two locked eyes, and Scamp knew it was now or never. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he blurted, before his father could say the first word. “Some things never change,” he added, gesturing to Tristan’s nearly empty glass.

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continued from here and here for @dogmovesout​

After hearing what his father had to say about his mother, Scamp had stood from his seat, just about ready to fight him physically. He hadn’t punched him at the engagement party because they were in public, but now, the setting had changed, and Scamp was one more insult away from hurting his father the way that he was fairly certain he’d hurt his mother once. “I don’t want to hear one more word about her, you got it?” he demanded, taking a swift step forward to grasp his father’s shirt collar in his hands, holding him there for a moment before speaking again. “One more fucking word and I swear, I will make sure you can never say anything about Mom again because your jaw will be broken, and your teeth will be on this floor. I don’t give a shit about what you think she’s done to you. I don’t care. I came here to talk to you, not to talk shit about her.” Scamp took a long look into his eyes, relishing in the hint of fear he could see that Tristan surely would never show beyond a glimmer in his eye. He let go, taking a step back from his warning. “You’re lucky we were in public at that party, because I wanted to take your head and bash it into the bar so you can never think a bad thought about her again.”

Scamp sat back down, taking the cold beer in his hand that was red with anger. Nothing his father could say about his mother and his boss would be a surprise to him anymore. All of his ammunition were blanks. “I know you’ve been arrested. I know you’ve done horrible things to people and you don’t feel even a little sorry for it.” He was careful to leave out who had told him this, hoping that he could in fact blame it on Buster himself, or even Hopper. He didn’t need to know that it was Lilah who had told him the truth. Scamp wasn’t proud of what he’d done in his time working for Hopper, either, but he thought he had to do it back then, to save his sisters and his mother from the man who had been secretly protecting them the whole time. 

He let the slight trip of power get the best of him, leaving Scamp feeling far more confident than he should’ve been. There wasn’t even a second thought in his mind about what his father had been kept in the dark from when he spoke next. “You’re worse than Hopper,” he let out, with a laugh to follow. It wasn’t until he went to finish off the can that Scamp swallowed both the last sip of beer and the truth that he’d revealed with a simple phrase. Scamp stood quickly, up on his feet before he could get caught in what he’d said as he headed for the fridge, taking the second beer can he told himself he wouldn’t be having. “It doesn’t matter who she’s been with, she can do whatever the hell she wants. She’s an adult, same as you. She didn’t cheat on you, or anything, did she? So what the fuck’s the problem?”