Characters: (Right 2 Fight) Dean, Kitberry, Adam, Anthony
Warnings: None
Notes: None
The city was a cesspool for mindless violence and oddities. Everyone knew that. Anyone would tell outsiders that it was like a tension that would never die out when you were on the street. God forbid you just tried to go down to the store, because chances were you'd get attacked by someone just picking a fight. It was cartoonish.
While Adam looked out of the locked up cafés windows, they could still see it. Blood stains on the sidewalk, beat up cars as a result of people being slammed into them, store owners loading their firearms which were beyond necessary. They had stopped listening to Dean and Kitberry's ninth argument of the day from the other side of the booth, just inspecting what they could from their seat.
Anthony took a moment to sneak a peek at Adam and whatever they were staring at. He was pleasantly surprised to see nothing more than the already existing marks.
He hummed in acknowledgement, which incentivized Adam to look back. "Not so bad right now." They offered, to which Anthony rolled his shoulders. "Right now." He retorted.
Dean looked over. "What're you two talkin' about?" He asked, putting he and Kitberry's petty squabble on pause. Adam tilted his head, using it to gesture outside. "Not so bad right now. Anthony thinks-"
"Knows." Anthony chimed in.
"-okay, yeah, knows it'll be worse later."
It was true. Everyone at the table knew it. It was rare enough to not hear some kind of scrap from anywhere in the city at any point, so an empty street in the middle of the day just meant it was going to be worse than usual later.
Dean stared outside, his lip curling upward with frustration while his nose scrunched. "This fucking place." He spoke quietly, fist clenching on the table. "Y'know, when was the last time you even saw a cop on the street?"
"That's not exactly a bad thing." Kitberry pointed out, and everyone could hear the smile on her face (if she had one, Dean had theorized she never took the mask off because she didn't for a long time. Kit never confirmed nor denied that) from under the mask.
Dean just scoffed. "You get what I mean though! No ones in control except for... What, the mob? How much are you willing to bet that they're paying the cops to just stay the hell outta stuff?" He raved, opening his fist to wave his hand at the window.
It was a good point. He neglected to mention the other groups in the city that seemed to be around every corner with no real reason- not any one that they knew at least- but the idea still got across.
They went quiet. The state of the city was something that had always loomed over every waking moment, it was impossible to really forget about it all. Talking about it so directly was still almost touchy.
Dean looked down at the table, and Adams head drifted back to stare out of the window. Anthony let his hand rest on their thigh as some sense of comfort in the moment.
"Someone should do something." Adam muttered to momentarily break the silence, which overtook them again right after.
About ten or so seconds of quiet continued, though when Kitberry looked at Dean to try and see what he was doing in that time- she could almost see a twinkle in his eye. Then he spoke.
"We should do something."
That got the rest of the groups attention, who snapped looked at him.
"What?" Adam just stared at him.
"We're sitting on our asses, bitching about how bad the city is, right?"
"You mean you're doing that." Kitberry snickered.
"I will stab you." He warned after turning to look at her, then back to the group. "I'm serious though! I can fight, I know Anthony can-" Dean proclaimed, pointing to the taller male. "-you and you, not so sure, but it isn't too hard." He added on, flicking his finger between Kit and Adam.
Anthony seemed to get lost in thought as Dean explained. Yet again, he had a point.
"Most of those bastards can't throw a good punch. And if they can? There would be four of us! It wouldn't even matter! We could do something instead of bitching that there's nothing we could do, you get that?" Dean paused. "We could make a difference, or at least try."
He was so dead set in his thoughts. With how he worded it, it seemed as though it was a thought in his head before. Just one he'd never acted on or expressed.
Anthony was the one to speak, which was a surprise in general, even more so right then.
"Worth trying." He said in agreement. "...I'll take that chance."
Dean beamed at that, an almost childlike smile shining off of his face while he leaned over the table and held his hand out.
"That's my man." He laughed as Anthony reached his own hand out to dap him up, their palms slapping together before their fingers curled against down them and against each other.
Both sat back down, and Kitberry was next in the conversation. "Fuck it." She shrugged. "Why not?"
Why not was one of her main philosophies when it came to anything. A simple one that anyone could appreciate, because it also meant that if shit hit the fan- she'd have your back. Dean could name a few times off the top of his head she'd come in clutch for him.
Then the attention went to Adam, and Anthony found himself holding their thigh a little tighter. "You don't have to." He murmured. Adam gave him a small smile while they put their hand over his. "It'd be nice to have you along though." Dean said, "But if you can't, there's no shame in it."
Adam glanced back outside. Back to the bloodstains, the signs of fights and constant injustice because no one was doing a goddamn thing. It was an infection of violence that scorched everyone around it with its blast radius, and they would be charging headfirst into the fire to fight it off with a stronger flame.
They wouldn't just be another bystander to it. Their attention focused back in on the other three.
"I'm in." They declared. Dean harshly clapped with a cheering yell, "Atta'boy!" And that smile was back on his face.
He made constant jokes about them being the weakest in the group (a lot more playfully when Anthony was around, he wasn't looking to get into a fight with the big fuck because he thought it was a little too serious) but when it truly came down to it, they weren't a coward. He respected it more than they'd ever know.
Anthony kept staring at Adam. "Are you sure about this?" He asked quietly, they just nodded back. "Yeah. We'll all be together. And, y'know, I can handle myself."
"Ehh... Sorta." He teased, Adam rolled their eyes as they held back a larger grin. "I'm sure." They confirmed again, squeezing his hand gently. Anthony nodded. He knew he'd be looking out for them more than Dean and Kit- partially because he knew Dean and Kitberry could handle themselves- mostly because he just refused to let Adam get hurt. (Not that he wanted to see the other two get fucked up mind you.)
Dean looked around at the three of them. "Tomorrow. At 12. We all meet in that alleyway, y'know, near the garage where the guy sells weapons and shit?" He explained. "We start then."
The others agreed with hums of agreement and nodding their heads.
Adam looked back outside, and Kitberry mumbled to Dean. They stopped listening almost immediately, stopping them from hearing the previous argument between them being kicked back up as Dean threatened her.
