Pete Solomon

"You can go as far as your balls and brains will take you." Indie OC Rp blog of a Criminal Under-Boss for Sherlock, Dark Crime and other Crime Rps. 18+ & NSFW. Contains graphic violence & explicit sexual content, as well as many triggers that are not always tagged. Crossover & OC friendly. Selective Multi-Ship, Multi-Fandom & Multi-Verse. No Gifs, Icons or Images are mine.

[thejewkid]

* THE MUSE’S FATHER.

{Pete refuses to write about his birth father so just about his adoptive dad for now}

general information:

FULL NAME: Raphael Vincent Marcello

NICKNAME(S) OTHER NAMES: Ralphie & Ralphie the Butcher (old street name)

DATE OF BIRTH:  May 8th 1984

NATIONALITY:  Italian American

OCCUPATION:  Mob Boss, Hitman & Owner of a Global Food & Beverage Company

RELIGION:  Catholic (sorta)

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

appearance:

FACE CLAIM:  Stephen Graham

HEIGHT: 5′4″ (says he’s 5′6″)

WEIGHT:  --

HAIR COLOUR: Brown

EYE COLOUR:  Bright Blue

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His Personality & Mannerisms

background:

HOMETOWN (WORLD): Little Italy, Manhattan, New York

CURRENT RESIDENCE:  Has homes in America & England

FINANCIAL STATUS: wealthy enough according to the IRS & but really ridiculously rich 

EDUCATION LEVEL: the streets, some books & the army

FATHER:  Angelo Marcello (deceased)

MOTHER: Sophia Marcello (deceased & her dad Mike Davolio raised the kids)

SIBLINGS: Vivien Marcello (twin sister)

SPOUSE: still looking for the right guy or woman

CHILDREN: Only Pete so far

stole from: @clovisxbrowning

tagging: everybody

[clovisxbrowning-blog-deactivate]

thejewkid:

Pete eyed the brand of offered cigarettes as he listened to Clovis, after a moment taking one and setting it behind his ear before placing the pack in front of the professor. At least he didn’t run. It was a problem that so many people wanted this guy dead. It would be harder now to figure out who was really behind asking the bosses for the hit. But that was why he was here and so far this guy wasn’t freaking out too bad. He started with Clovis’s last question first. “I’m Pete Marcello… my family owns and runs a very large international food and beverage company…” That was all he was going to say about himself at the moment. Pete sat forward again and chose his words wisely. “The people who sent me here come from very high up, even more so than somebody like your old man… even guys like your old man and guys like us have to be held accountable for things… they don’t just have any old thug go and take somebody out for any stupid old reason. They get a professional. Someone people even as high up as your old man won’t see coming. Luckily in your case instead of signing off on whether you should be paid a visit or not is up for review. Just until they figure out why and what ramifications you disappearing will have on other matters, including your old man. Now, you might have a lot of people who want revenge or want you gone, hell, even maybe your pops and sis, which would really hurt, or maybe someone at the FBI, cause I found you through them without even them knowing about it…” He smiled a little as he sat back and put the cigarette in his mouth, extracting a lighter from his pocket. “I’d prefer to discuss this elsewhere… I got a safe location I can take you and when I came in here I used my real name and told people we was old friends from the old neighborhood so nothing bad can happen to you when you’re with me or I’m fucked… security purposes. If there’s somebody you trust that ain’t from your past life or ain’t FBI, but can help out, maybe you should call them and have them meet up with us later.” Pete could understand Clovis to a point. His dad was also a boss, on top of that his dad was also a hitman and had asked Pete to check out this situation before the Commission decided how to proceed. Pete however didn’t know too much about this man and his family, only basic facts, and getting close to someone who also had ties to the FBI was very risky, especially for someone like Pete who had never shown up on anyone’s radar as a criminal. He lit his cigarette and took a drag as he waited for a response.

@clovisxbrowning

“A very large, international food and beverage company, eh? What, are you like the Prince of Mcdonalds or something, Pete?” smirked Clovis as he leaned back in his seat and watched a cloud of smoke whirlpool round them. Of course Pete wasn’t just the owner of some international food chain– unless that was just a coverup– No, the kid, as far as Clovis deduced, was either related or had been dragged into some underground gang. The professor wished the man would be more specific, but instead Pete decided to play the pronoun game and leave things simply as vague. So, Clovis continued to recline in his seat and listen closely to what Pete had to say, all the while surveying hime. Measuring him from head down to torso; seeing wether this man was a savior or a hunter. Frankly, Clovis couldn’t put his finger on either of the two, which put Pete on no-man’s land. Neutrality. It was even more dangerous than picking a side. Clovis supposed the only thing to do was wait.

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, the professor rested the blunt between his middle and index finger. “I have somebody in mind who I can call,” Clovis smirked, as he tapped the end of the cigarette and let it rain ashes into the nearby tray. He knew fully well Jack wouldn’t like this one bit. The two already hated working together as is when it came to the FBI, but this? This was completely out of the detective’s pay-grade. Still, there was no one else Clovis could call who was fully equipped to deal with the potential dangers of this rickety situation. “Listen, I have to finish grading these papers. Text me the address you want me and my friend to meet you at and we’ll be there in an hour. Deal?”

[thejewkid]

Pete’s eyes gave a slight squint. There were reasons why he didn’t like that idea but then he tried to see it from the other guy’s point of view. He would have preferred that they both go now and meet his friend after Pete had a chance to ask the Professor certain questions that Clovis might not want to answer in front of a pal. But maybe it would be better this other way and if the Professor didn’t show he had ways to locate him again. Besides no one had yet been assigned to kill Clovis but Pete was sure that in a day or two if whoever it was that wanted this man dead couldn’t get the mob on board they would try another gang or street thug to do the job. “Okay, Teach...” Pete went through his pockets and pulled out a slip of paper that he then tore in two. The part that had writing on it he stuck back into his pocket. The blank side he set on the desk and Pete took one of Clovis’ pens from a holder, quickly writing down the address. He handed it over and smiled a little. “There. It’s a nice little place... secluded. The car I have is a little crummy looking pinto, one that nobody would really notice. It’s a light blue. If there’s another car other than that there turn around and leave...”

@clovisxbrowning

[thejewkid]

A Sudden Turn In Events {Closed Rp}

The more Pete spoke with the Fahey brothers the more he didn’t like this deal his family was having to make with them. But it had been his task to bring some peace to the small mob wars that had been coming to a head in the recent weeks, so as a favor to one of the three little mobs involved Pete agreed to settle some territory divisions, including which crews would tackle which crimes in the area. His family really had no other involvement. Like the Five Family’s of New York they were expanding into other areas of crime that didn’t draw too much attention from the feds. These so called gangsters, that were in his opinion half ass connected to the organization, seemed like trouble, making it evident to the young underboss that more problems were on the horizon. There were three brothers in all, two who he was currently meeting with in the living room of a rundown apartment they called a headquarters. The youngest was in the other room cleaning some guns that Pete was sure had been involved in some of the violence committed against another gang he had to talk out of retaliating. There was no telling when the violence would ensue and Pete was now more concerned about whether these thugs were capable of handling the jobs he was designating them. One, they seemed like addicts. To dabble in drugs was one thing, to be a drug riddled crook was another. Addicts fucked up. They had a tendency to flip. He kept a cool and always professional demeanor, nodding as the oldest Fahey, the ‘leader’, attempted to crime-splain things to him he had known since he was a kid. There was a very quiet noise that they seemed to not hear and Pete glanced over to the open doorway that led into the kitchen, expecting the younger Fahey to emerge. But there was nothing. Maybe it came from outside in the hall and Pete returned his attention to the two men sitting on a ratty couch, waiting to politely interrupt the asshole talking, and make the guy feel like he was in charge of things.

@sociopathichero

[theinfiltrator]

Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?

[thejewkid]

theinfiltrator

Giles continued her dancing, spinning away from Pete, only to return, a short laugh turning into a continuous grin.

With the freedom of space, Giles put on a show, as she was wont to do, using her best friend as a focus point. When he spoke a second time, she put her arms around his neck and leaned closer to hear.

The grin became mischievous as she pulled away, quick as she had appeared, fluid in her movements. She remained still long enough to shake her head, giving Pete a wink, and shout a quick message.

“Fuck them! I’ll be right back!”

Knowing partly that Pete would be wondering what she was up to made Giles all the more giddy to do it. And partly, because she loved being seen and known in public. It was what public was for, after all.

Her exhibitionist and ego were showing when she danced her way to the D.J., and put in her request, along with her name. After a moment, the song requested was the song that began. Giles made sure to make eye contact with Pete before she began to move her way slowly back to the rhythm of the music.

Before she could reach him though, a force bumped into her from behind. Knowing it was not her own doing, Giles turned to confront the bad dancer, before a drunk voice slurred, “’Les dance,” and foreign hands wrapped around her wrist and waist.

This night was going great. Pete was really enjoying himself, more so than he had in a long time. Why wouldn’t he? He was with Giles. He quieted up some as she slipped her arms around his neck, stamping down those thoughts and feelings he was starting to feel guilty about. They were pals and always would be. That was all. Then she was up to something and he smiled to himself, waiting to see what that was. Pete watched her as she slinked her way over to the dj, stepping back up against a wall as he extracted a cigarette to smoke. His eyes darted up as Blue by Latour started to play and Pete lifted his lighter as he smiled at Giles from across the room, about to light his cigarette. Then some bum put his hands on her…

Pete closed his lighter and started over with the unlit cigarette hanging from his clenched mouth. He didn’t say anything, only took the hand that was clutching her, and Pete focused on the middle of that hand as he quickly broke the bones there. The drunk guy screamed and Pete pulled Giles to him protectively, not thinking he was over reacting, not thinking anything other than getting her away from the trash that was now holding his broken hand and falling to his knees, his cries ignored by most as people kept dancing all around them. Pete had her close to him as he slow danced her back over to where they had been enjoying themselves moments ago. He was sure the drunk and others didn’t quite know what actually happened and he would handle it if there was any further trouble. The guy’s friends seemed to be getting him out of there and that was fine with Pete. He kept his eyes on them until they were out of the place. “Fucker…”

Pete looked at his friend, a girl cared about more than almost anyone and he smiled, suddenly realizing he had the unlit cigarette still in his mouth. “You alright?”

@theinfiltrator

[theinfiltrator]

“Piss off!”

Her hissed reply came before she could react, and after Pete had appeared. It was loud, and she was grateful she couldn’t clearly hear the douchebag’s screams.

She was suddenly yanked to Pete’s side, and reflexively clutched to his suit as he led her subtly back to where they began.

She hadn’t been dancing, and now stood still in her spot. Realizing Pete was talking to her, she glanced from the swarming crowd and back to Pete.

“Fine. But this place is boring me.” Falling back on her defenses, Giles gave her best performance of detached annoyance.

“Let’s just go. Besides, I want to see more than just you tonight,” she joked, a bit of realness breaking through as she thought of her aunt and uncle.

@thejewkid

[thejewkid]

Pete gave a nod, smiling at her a little, the cigarette still moving about as he spoke. “Sure thing... there’s one more shot waiting over there if you want it.” Pete shrugged and released her, adding in a gentle tone. “If not we’ll just split.” She was right. They should get outta here. He didn’t know whether she wanted to head back to his place and see his dad and aunt or if Giles finally wanted to go home and see her two dads. Nobody but him knew she was here and he’d keep that secret as long as she wanted. There was a lot from long ago that he still kept secret for his friend. Times she’d act up. Dumb things kids did.

@theinfiltrator

[theinfiltrator]

Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?

[thejewkid]

theinfiltrator

Giles continued her dancing, spinning away from Pete, only to return, a short laugh turning into a continuous grin.

With the freedom of space, Giles put on a show, as she was wont to do, using her best friend as a focus point. When he spoke a second time, she put her arms around his neck and leaned closer to hear.

The grin became mischievous as she pulled away, quick as she had appeared, fluid in her movements. She remained still long enough to shake her head, giving Pete a wink, and shout a quick message.

“Fuck them! I’ll be right back!”

Knowing partly that Pete would be wondering what she was up to made Giles all the more giddy to do it. And partly, because she loved being seen and known in public. It was what public was for, after all.

Her exhibitionist and ego were showing when she danced her way to the D.J., and put in her request, along with her name. After a moment, the song requested was the song that began. Giles made sure to make eye contact with Pete before she began to move her way slowly back to the rhythm of the music.

Before she could reach him though, a force bumped into her from behind. Knowing it was not her own doing, Giles turned to confront the bad dancer, before a drunk voice slurred, “’Les dance,” and foreign hands wrapped around her wrist and waist.

This night was going great. Pete was really enjoying himself, more so than he had in a long time. Why wouldn’t he? He was with Giles. He quieted up some as she slipped her arms around his neck, stamping down those thoughts and feelings he was starting to feel guilty about. They were pals and always would be. That was all. Then she was up to something and he smiled to himself, waiting to see what that was. Pete watched her as she slinked her way over to the dj, stepping back up against a wall as he extracted a cigarette to smoke. His eyes darted up as Blue by Latour started to play and Pete lifted his lighter as he smiled at Giles from across the room, about to light his cigarette. Then some bum put his hands on her...

Pete closed his lighter and started over with the unlit cigarette hanging from his clenched mouth. He didn’t say anything, only took the hand that was clutching her, and Pete focused on the middle of that hand as he quickly broke the bones there. The drunk guy screamed and Pete pulled Giles to him protectively, not thinking he was over reacting, not thinking anything other than getting her away from the trash that was now holding his broken hand and falling to his knees, his cries ignored by most as people kept dancing all around them. Pete had her close to him as he slow danced her back over to where they had been enjoying themselves moments ago. He was sure the drunk and others didn’t quite know what actually happened and he would handle it if there was any further trouble. The guy’s friends seemed to be getting him out of there and that was fine with Pete. He kept his eyes on them until they were out of the place. “Fucker...”

Pete looked at his friend, a girl cared about more than almost anyone and he smiled, suddenly realizing he had the unlit cigarette still in his mouth. “You alright?”

@theinfiltrator

[theinfiltrator]

Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?

[thejewkid]

The place had been packed and when he was around crowds this big Pete tended to keep to himself and avoid any kind of socialization. The noise was loud and she was the only thing he cared to focus on. At her reassuring words he gave a little nod and half a smile. “Place is fine…”

Pete ordered a smooth mixed drink, not being one for straight liquor or most beers, paying for both of their drinks without asking her or making too much about it. She was his friend and they were here together. It wasn’t technically a date but Pete still paid for his women friends.

He recognized the beat, watching her as she was off, starting to dance by herself as Talking Heads began singing. Then he was glancing over the crowd, keeping an eye out for any trouble as he half turned in his stool to face her way. Just in case he had to get up and do something. Pete sipped his drink and set it down, his attention sliding back towards her and her movements. He tried to ignore the fact that he was viewing Giles in a whole other light, getting up the nerve to make his way over to her. Not that he would do anything about it but he hadn’t danced with anyone in such a long time and Psycho Killer was a song anyone could dance anyway to. Most were just flailing and bobbing as they head banged during the rise in the chorus.

Pete passed a hundred to the bartender, stating clearly. “Save our seats and when we come back get us both another round.” He gave a friendly smile and slipped off the stool, slowly stepping through the crowd, trying not to bump into anyone as they drunkenly thrashed about, showcasing an array of dance moves from the 1980s to now. Pete preferred slow dancing. That way you could really get close to somebody which was important if you wanted to do something more. He quickly stepped to the side as a young woman spun at him, and Pete slid further out of the way and closer to Giles then he intended.

“What’s up?” He moved a little back and started to portray a milder form of dancing than everyone else, his eyes darting from her to the people around them as the crowd grew even denser. As long as there wasn’t any problems he would be fine.

@theinfiltrator

theinfiltrator

The alcohol and beat pumping through her veins, Giles was lost in a swirl of motion, actually enjoying herself. That was, until she felt the presence of a much too close body next to hers. Stilling herself, Giles’ head snapped to the intrusion, fully ready to unload upon the poor soul. When she realized it was Pete, the surprise that he had actually followed her overshadowed much else.

A small smile grew into a full blown grin, as the sway came slowly back to her hips. They had danced together before, of course. But somehow, Giles couldn’t remember when as she stared at Pete with sudden curious uncertainty.

Giles chuckled softly, shaking her head. She would tell him later, in the quiet that makes loud noises buzz in one’s ears, of how he had startled her. He would get a kick out of it.

But for now, Giles leaned in to shout over the music. “You look like a narc!”

Pete smirked at her finger, leaning in as she spoke not realizing how loud she’d be. Pete made a face that was a mixed result of being slightly insulted, though it was true, and having his ear blasted by her voice. “Easy...” He said before saying louder but more to the room than her. “Maybe I am a narc!”

That got peoples attention and Pete enjoyed watching as some of them tried to dance away from them, others slipping out of the dense crowd. He smiled at Giles and started dancing again now that there was more room to.

“Can’t they-” Then louder so she could hear but not directly in her ear. “Can’t they play something slower like Latour or somethin’." Then he glanced around what youths remained, adding as he let his focus come back to her. "I hope I don’t cramp your style, looking like a narc and dancing like an old guy...”

@theinfiltrator

[theinfiltrator]

Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?

[thejewkid]

theinfiltrator

Giles, being Giles, chose to ignore his sentiment, until they were well inside the club. After a drink, and a thorough scanning of the establishment, Giles turned her attention to Pete.

The thrill of the beat of music, the throb of people in their mass form, it did something to Giles. Not wanting to ruin this opportunity, she gave Pete a word,

“Nice place, huh? And it’s fine, whatever.” The words spoke by millions before her, hopefully understood this time.

Giles was eager to join the dance floor, and leave her problems, her responsibilities, far away. Besides, Psycho Killer was playing, and thanks to her Dad, she knew the beat by heart.

After ordering and taking a shot of Jack by the bar, Giles left her companion in an effort of being recognized for her Not Caring abilities.

@thejewkid

The place had been packed and when he was around crowds this big Pete tended to keep to himself and avoid any kind of socialization. The noise was loud and she was the only thing he cared to focus on. At her reassuring words he gave a little nod and half a smile. “Place is fine...”

Pete ordered a smooth mixed drink, not being one for straight liquor or most beers, paying for both of their drinks without asking her or making too much about it. She was his friend and they were here together. It wasn’t technically a date but Pete still paid for his women friends.

He recognized the beat, watching her as she was off, starting to dance by herself as Talking Heads began singing. Then he was glancing over the crowd, keeping an eye out for any trouble as he half turned in his stool to face her way. Just in case he had to get up and do something. Pete sipped his drink and set it down, his attention sliding back towards her and her movements. He tried to ignore the fact that he was viewing Giles in a whole other light, getting up the nerve to make his way over to her. Not that he would do anything about it but he hadn’t danced with anyone in such a long time and Psycho Killer was a song anyone could dance anyway to. Most were just flailing and bobbing as they head banged during the rise in the chorus.

Pete passed a hundred to the bartender, stating clearly. “Save our seats and when we come back get us both another round.” He gave a friendly smile and slipped off the stool, slowly stepping through the crowd, trying not to bump into anyone as they drunkenly thrashed about, showcasing an array of dance moves from the 1980s to now. Pete preferred slow dancing. That way you could really get close to somebody which was important if you wanted to do something more. He quickly stepped to the side as a young woman spun at him, and Pete slid further out of the way and closer to Giles then he intended.

“What’s up?” He moved a little back and started to portray a milder form of dancing than everyone else, his eyes darting from her to the people around them as the crowd grew even denser. As long as there wasn’t any problems he would be fine.

@theinfiltrator

[clovisxbrowning-blog-deactivate]

thejewkid:

A smile broke on Pete’s serious face as he was offered a seat. That was good cause they could get somewhere so he could help the guy. He felt a little bad about encroaching during his work hours, knowing how a desk can be a sacred space for some like it was for him, but what he was here for was life or death and it was best to get right to it. Pete took a seat and put his hands together in his lap as he quickly went over the best way to tell this guy that his life could be in danger. A guy he had never met before and one who might not at first trust him. “Look… uh… first I would like to say that I know people like the kind of people you used to run with before you decided to do all this…” Pete motioned around the room and then sat forward. “Now we don’t know the same people but in our thing word gets around about one another from time to time-” He stopped himself hoping his vagueness, which really was just a way to avoid saying anything that could incriminate anyone if they were being listened to, didn’t come off as a subtle threat. Pete decided to just come out with it, preparing himself in case the professor reacted drastically. “The word is someone has asked for your head… as in a bullet for it…” He put up his hands and sat back, quickly clarifying. “I ain’t here to hurt you or nothing… just to talk to you about it.”

@clovisxbrowning

As the other man spoke Clovis didn’t utter a word. As he continued to lean back on his seat the professor picked a cigarette from his pocket and began to flick his lighter over the ciggie’s end, so as to give his hands something to do. As Clovis shoved the packet over towards Pete, he arched a brow up when the other mentioned how he seemed to be familiar with Clovis’s past business endeavors. Who the hell was this guy? Was he part of some underground gang? A high-end mob? Clovis wouldn’t put it passed him. The detective remained steady as he puffed a cloud of smoke passed his nostrils.

“Yeah, get in line, pal. Who doesn’t want my head on a silver plate,” he let out an emotionless chuckle. A beat wafted by as Clovis sucked in another kiss from his cigarette, letting the taste of ash linger a little longer on his tongue. “Seriously though I’ve been running from people who’v wanted me dead basically all my life. Why should this be any different?” he shrugged. “Now, can you tell me who exactly you are, Pete and who wants me dead this time?”

[thejewkid]

Pete eyed the brand of offered cigarettes as he listened to Clovis, after a moment taking one and setting it behind his ear before placing the pack in front of the professor. At least he didn’t run. It was a problem that so many people wanted this guy dead. It would be harder now to figure out who was really behind asking the bosses for the hit. But that was why he was here and so far this guy wasn’t freaking out too bad. He started with Clovis’s last question first. “I’m Pete Marcello... my family owns and runs a very large international food and beverage company...” That was all he was going to say about himself at the moment. Pete sat forward again and chose his words wisely. “The people who sent me here come from very high up, even more so than somebody like your old man... even guys like your old man and guys like us have to be held accountable for things... they don’t just have any old thug go and take somebody out for any stupid old reason. They get a professional. Someone people even as high up as your old man won’t see coming. Luckily in your case instead of signing off on whether you should be paid a visit or not is up for review. Just until they figure out why and what ramifications you disappearing will have on other matters, including your old man. Now, you might have a lot of people who want revenge or want you gone, hell, even maybe your pops and sis, which would really hurt, or maybe someone at the FBI, cause I found you through them without even them knowing about it...” He smiled a little as he sat back and put the cigarette in his mouth, extracting a lighter from his pocket. “I’d prefer to discuss this elsewhere... I got a safe location I can take you and when I came in here I used my real name and told people we was old friends from the old neighborhood so nothing bad can happen to you when you’re with me or I’m fucked... security purposes. If there’s somebody you trust that ain’t from your past life or ain’t FBI, but can help out, maybe you should call them and have them meet up with us later.” Pete could understand Clovis to a point. His dad was also a boss, on top of that his dad was also a hitman and had asked Pete to check out this situation before the Commission decided how to proceed. Pete however didn’t know too much about this man and his family, only basic facts, and getting close to someone who also had ties to the FBI was very risky, especially for someone like Pete who had never shown up on anyone’s radar as a criminal. He lit his cigarette and took a drag as he waited for a response.

@clovisxbrowning

[thejewkid]

No

[thejewkid]

theinfiltrator

Once Toby had tucked tail and ran, Giles turned her attention back to her old pal.

With a nod, she scooted over, making room for Pete on the couch and taking the remote.

“Thanks, yeah, popcorn sounds good. Or Cheetos, I think we have some of the crunchy kind.”

With ease they had slipped back into their old routine, one they had developed many years ago. With the exception of Amelia, who Giles didn’t get to see as much as she’d like due to the world always needing saving, Pete was Giles’ best friend.

However, there was an awkwardness in his eyes that Giles immediately picked up on, but couldn’t figure out where it came from.  She frowned for a moment, wondering if he was upset she had chased his little friend off, but then as Pete offered her a drink, Giles’ face smoothed into a sarcastic smirk.

“You mean like a sodie-pop?” she snorted, raising her half-full glass of wine and the familiarity came rushing back. “Thanks, but I’m good. ‘Less you wanted to bring the bottle and help me kill it?” A phrase commonly used in her house, less often about wine than people.

“Yeah I mean like sodie-pop but wine’s fine... I’ll have something else though.” He took a step back and eyed her for a moment, wanting to say something else but not knowing what that was he added. “I’ll get the Cheetos...” Pete turned and made his way towards the kitchen of her house. He first went to the fridge and noticed a few nicely flavored beers in there, the kind that they usually market for women. After snagging one of those he searched for a large bowl and the bag of Cheetos. By the time he returned he had his hands full, including some napkins, looking suddenly worried as he remembered her dad going on about how expensive that particular couch was. “Here... and don’t spill nothing...”

Pete handed her the Cheetos bag and then the bowl as he sat directly next to her, which he figured wasn’t a problem since it had never been before. He opened his lady beer and smiled over at Giles. “This is the good tasting stuff... I didn’t know your dads drank lady beers.” He set the napkins on the table and put one arm behind her head on the couch, settling in as he quickly and sarcastically remarked. “Is it insensitive these days to say ‘lady beer’ cause of all that ‘woke’ social justice warrior garbage- Hey, did they teach you how to hate men and how not to be a woman in that school of yours?” He eyed her playfully as he sipped his lady beer, knowing Giles wasn’t one of those easily offended types. Hell, Amelia wasn’t even that bad and even though her help the poor antics were annoying she did make an actual difference.

@theinfiltrator

[thejewkid]

No

[thejewkid]

thejewkid

Idle threats from an idle girl on a couch that couldn’t get a remote for herself so why would she bother to get up to kick somebody’s ass? Pete smiled as he looked from Giles’s typical routine when people were over to Toby who might make it yet. His smile grew with some pride as he stepped closest to the remote, admiring that Toby did in fact have some balls to show even if he was a bit nice about. If he had been a jerk to her Pete’s mood most likely would have shifted fiercely but he knew that Toby wasn’t a prick like that. And the truth was if Toby wasn’t here Pete would have been on the couch with her, had the remote on hand already before she even knew she was bored by whatever it was on tv and they probably would have smoked some pot or something like when they were younger. Oddly enough he and Giles got along, quietly even sometimes, when there wasn’t a new figure in the house to fight around.

“Don’t buy into that… she ain’t that sweet… especially not to guys like us. Besides she watches some weird shit. I know cause I watch it with her…”

Pete turned to Giles now, tapping his finger on the table right above the remote. He had a mind to snatch it up. “Come on now… you gotta like sit up, put your drink down, move forward, reach that little arm of yours out and-” He left his words hanging, waiting with a taunting smirk for her to fill in the blanks with whatever jabs she was gonna toss his way. Pete kept eye contact with Giles, thinking that no matter how gorgeous she got she was still that little skinny girl he had pulled pranks with, joked around with and shared secrets with when they was kids.

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Putting her glass down, as Pete had suggested, Giles eyes went from soft and fluttery to pure ice and daggers, which she shot to first one, then the other man.

This new kid had been hanging around Pete too much, that much she now knew. Look at him, she thought, eyeing Toby with squinting ice-picks. He couldn’t tie his own shoes without somebody’s help.

“-And maybe I should. Maybe I should just get it for myself,” Giles quipped, and she said it with the sweet sound of conviction, or at least an epiphany. However, her face still said murder.

Turning her eyes to Pete, still nestled comfortably where she had been since early this morning, legs resting barefoot upon her Daddy’s ten-thousand pound couch, Giles smiled.

“It’d be a real accomplishment for someone like me, huh? Except,” she interjected, as if just now realizing, “I don’t have to. Now, I’m not saying you do, but- “ Giles gave a sigh, brows high as she shrugged. “I know I’m not tempting fate.”

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Toby knew what she meant. He swallowed, and rubbed the back of his neck. Glancing to his friend, Toby gave a little shrug.

“I mean, it’s just a remote…” he mumbled, unsure now of how to proceed. He wanted to run away, back to his greenhouse, away from this girl who, with a word, could have his head on her bedpost.

“Look, I got some… stuff I got to get back to. See ya,” he said quickly, turning and fleeing back to the safety of his little nest. He felt bad about abandoning Pete, but figure he was much better equipped for dealing with these things.

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Pete only smiled as Giles went on with her torment of poor Tobias. He had a new appreciation for her since her return and there were moments where he was finding himself at odds about it. Then Toby made some excuse and a quick exit. Pete scoffed a little and his eyes instantly returned to Giles. He gave a knowing smirk and shrugged a little, reached down and took up the remote. Pete stepped around to where she sat and handed over the object of such debacle a moment ago.

“Scaring of the innocent... here... you want some popcorn or something?”

He slipped his hands into his pants pockets as he looked down at her, his feelings of comfortable familiarity again starting to sway into territory he wasn't quite ready to accept or even acknowledge. So he cleared his throat and added as his usual self. "Like a drink... you know, the non-alcoholic kind..."

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thejewkid:

Pete maintained his cool as he was shooed by the guy who apparently was just done being a criminal, like it was so easy. Maybe the Professor had misunderstood him, he didn’t really know who he was anyway. Pete slowly rested both of his fists on the Professor’s desk, leaning now and he pushed his anger momentarily aside. Pete had shooed many men from his presence back home, even respecting this Clovis guy for it to a point. This was his domain and the young mob boss in training didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot. Not while someone’s life might be depending on it. “I think you must have misheard. Yeah, I’m connected as you probably figured, I ain’t no fucking student here I’ll tell you that much, Teach. And the reason I’ve been trying to talk about that other life you’re so done with ain’t got nothing to do with getting you to con anybody.” He reached forward and put a hand over the paper on the desk, not looking away from the Professor. “Your grades can wait a bit, Teach. What I got to talk to you about you might wanna hear sooner than later.”

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The professor said nothing as the man, who introduced himself as Pete, continued to speak. Clovis reckoned that Pete would give him the usual spiel on why he should jump back into the life he worked so hard to leave behind and how much money Clovis could get from this job, but instead, according to Pete, this had nothing to do at all with a con. With his interest mildly peeked, Clovis sat back down, kept his dark gaze upon the other man, and calmly reclined in his chair before saying, “Take a seat,” which was just a more polite way of saying , ‘Paws off my papers.’

“So, what is it you want then?”

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A smile broke on Pete’s serious face as he was offered a seat. That was good cause they could get somewhere so he could help the guy. He felt a little bad about encroaching during his work hours, knowing how a desk can be a sacred space for some like it was for him, but what he was here for was life or death and it was best to get right to it. Pete took a seat and put his hands together in his lap as he quickly went over the best way to tell this guy that his life could be in danger. A guy he had never met before and one who might not at first trust him. “Look... uh... first I would like to say that I know people like the kind of people you used to run with before you decided to do all this...” Pete motioned around the room and then sat forward. “Now we don’t know the same people but in our thing word gets around about one another from time to time-” He stopped himself hoping his vagueness, which really was just a way to avoid saying anything that could incriminate anyone if they were being listened to, didn’t come off as a subtle threat. Pete decided to just come out with it, preparing himself in case the professor reacted drastically. “The word is someone has asked for your head... as in a bullet for it...” He put up his hands and sat back, quickly clarifying. “I ain’t here to hurt you or nothing... just to talk to you about it.”

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“I already told you that life is over. Conning people just doesn’t suit me anymore. Besides, there are hundreds other conmen in the world, you’ll probably have better luck with them. Now, go. Shoo,” Clovis waved his hand dismissively at the other. “I have papers to grade.”

[thejewkid]

Pete maintained his cool as he was shooed by the guy who apparently was just done being a criminal, like it was so easy. Maybe the Professor had misunderstood him, he didn’t really know who he was anyway. Pete slowly rested both of his fists on the Professor’s desk, leaning now and he pushed his anger momentarily aside. Pete had shooed many men from his presence back home, even respecting this Clovis guy for it to a point. This was his domain and the young mob boss in training didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot. Not while someone’s life might be depending on it. “I think you must have misheard. Yeah, I’m connected as you probably figured, I ain’t no fucking student here I’ll tell you that much, Teach. And the reason I’ve been trying to talk about that other life you’re so done with ain’t got nothing to do with getting you to con anybody.” He reached forward and put a hand over the paper on the desk, not looking away from the Professor. “Your grades can wait a bit, Teach. What I got to talk to you about you might wanna hear sooner than later.”

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Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?

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When Pete finally spoke, all Giles could do was give him an incredulous, blood-shot glare.

“Are you serious right now?” she snapped, whipping her head and hair the other direction. She crossed her arms and tried to ignore the smell of his cigarette burning a hole through her stubbornness.

Sitting, no, stewing in the car, waiting for the schmuck beside her to come out of the doughnut shop, Giles has carefully and quickly cataloged her reasons for rage.

“No, please,” she half-chuckled beside him, running a hand through her brown locks. “Take the wheel again, Jesus.” She turned to shoot him another angry look, but this one came across as a little hurt, if he was looking. “Since you’re so good at calling the shots, and what-not.” She shook her head. 

“Gimmie a fuckin’ puff already,” Giles demanded, holding out two fingers for Pete’s cigarette.  

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[thejewkid]

At first Pete didn’t realize she was upset, really upset that is and not just being a brat about nothing. He gave a slight eye roll and shake of his head as he looked out ahead of them. Then he started to really think about it. It was more the words she had used that caught his interest and now his brain was trying to determine if he had flubbed when he was just trying to move the night along. Of course his train of thought was disrupted by her nicotine demand.

Pete scoffed and couldn’t help but smile as he looked over at her. Really? was written all over his face but it was quickly replaced with the kind of genuine devotion that old pals had for one another and he would do anything for this particular pal. He wasn’t a pushover but Giles was the only girl that could pout, complain or be sarcastic and Pete would give in. Give in to a point, as he tried to convince himself of to no end.

Then there was his usual sigh and no argument from his side as he handed over his cigarette. Pete replaced it with another, saying as if it was no big deal anyways, cause it really wasn’t. Not to him. “Keep it.”

After driving quietly for a couple miles, heading towards the clubbing area of London, Pete gave a small defeated sigh, apologetic in itself. “Look… right now I can’t tell if I upset you… maybe I didn’t, but if I did I’d like to know what I did so’s I can apologize. I’m an asshole but not the kinda asshole that can’t say I’m sorry, so if I fucked up lemme know so I can say I’m sorry. Okay?”

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[theinfiltrator]

The surge of nicotine flushing through her system was intoxicating, and leveled her head some. Giles flashed her eyes towards Pete, with a soft shrug. 

“Thanks.” She had a way with words at times, less being more when she was upset. 

The silence in the car and the cigarette gave Giles enough time to cool off and realize that she may have overreacted. Not that she would ever admit that. Just as she was about to grace him once more with the sound of her voice, Pete’s voice filled the car.

“You can’t tell?” she asked incredulously, flicking the cigarette out the window. Giles shook her head, tongue in cheek.

“Ok, sure,” she huffs. “I totally forgive you for the thing you don’t even know you did.” Giles turned to stare out the window, trying to recall the details herself.

[thejewkid]

There were exactly three little scoffs at her words before he looked from her to the road, which was pretty much empty. Pete was quiet for a minute but it was such an excruciating minute since there was a lot he had to say, well clarify or something. His eyebrows rose some as he looked over at her, one hand moving about as he spoke. “You can’t hold it against a guy for not knowing something if you ain’t told him what it was and just go and huff expecting telepathy and empathy. I ain’t a mind reader but I am empathetic... well in at least regards to you... don’t tell nobody else I care about certain things... so... I’m sorry. Be mad if you want but I’m sorry... sincerely.” He was being sincere and not sarcastic and when being sincere and not sarcastic his voice would raise and fall, get tense but then soften out to a gentle tone. He looked again to the dark road ahead, keeping down any emotions that might spring up. He was sorry but still a man and men kept there head, especially when women didn’t. The faded and colorful lights of the city broke the darkness, people even seemed to appear, scattered all about on the sidewalks now, and the night suddenly came to life as he took the final turn towards their destination.

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No

Pete pointed at Toby as he gestured his head to Giles, saying bluntly with a tinge of sternness. “You don’t gotta do nothin’ for her… she can get that for herself, women’s lib and all… besides, it ain’t like she even likes you, even on a personal level as a human being.” He cast a glance to the devil in question, his old pal, Miss Moriarty herself. Pete shook his head and added in her direction. “You want equal rights then go get the remote yourself… legs weren’t just meant for being showed off-” Then a side note to Toby. “-and it ain’t like she’ll let you touch ‘em-” Pete returned his attention to Giles, the beauty he always looked past to the girl he knew quite well. “-legs were also meant to be walked on, to do shit for yourself.”

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Giles gave a heavy sigh, and contemplated for a moment. 

“That’s true. But more than that, they’re useful for kicking the asses of those who disappoint me.” Her eyes shot daggers to Pete, then turned sweetly to the new hatchling, and her own personal favorite new target of cruelty. 

“C-mon, Toby.” The words were so sweet, and begging. “Please?”

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Tobias tore his eyes from the beautiful lady to his ex-employer, now friend, swallowing hard. This was it, the moment of truth. He knew if he didn’t listen to Pete, this girl would have him by the balls for the rest of his stay. However, she was the boss’ daughter, and displeasing her could mean termination. In a lot of ways.

Clearing his throat softly, Toby rocked on his heels. There had to be a solution that would appease everyone, and keep him alive.

“To be fair, the remote is closer to me,” he began. “Course, you was already here, and we ain’t watching T.V. or nothing, so maybe you should do it… yourself?” The last was almost whispered.

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Idle threats from an idle girl on a couch that couldn’t get a remote for herself so why would she bother to get up to kick somebody’s ass? Pete smiled as he looked from Giles’s typical routine when people were over to Toby who might make it yet. His smile grew with some pride as he stepped closest to the remote, admiring that Toby did in fact have some balls to show even if he was a bit nice about. If he had been a jerk to her Pete’s mood most likely would have shifted fiercely but he knew that Toby wasn’t a prick like that. And the truth was if Toby wasn’t here Pete would have been on the couch with her, had the remote on hand already before she even knew she was bored by whatever it was on tv and they probably would have smoked some pot or something like when they were younger. Oddly enough he and Giles got along, quietly even sometimes, when there wasn’t a new figure in the house to fight around. 

“Don’t buy into that... she ain’t that sweet... especially not to guys like us. Besides she watches some weird shit. I know cause I watch it with her...” 

Pete turned to Giles now, tapping his finger on the table right above the remote. He had a mind to snatch it up. “Come on now... you gotta like sit up, put your drink down, move forward, reach that little arm of yours out and-” He left his words hanging, waiting with a taunting smirk for her to fill in the blanks with whatever jabs she was gonna toss his way. Pete kept eye contact with Giles, thinking that no matter how gorgeous she got she was still that little skinny girl he had pulled pranks with, joked around with and shared secrets with when they was kids.

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Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?

[theinfiltrator]

When Pete finally spoke, all Giles could do was give him an incredulous, blood-shot glare.

“Are you serious right now?” she snapped, whipping her head and hair the other direction. She crossed her arms and tried to ignore the smell of his cigarette burning a hole through her stubbornness.

Sitting, no, stewing in the car, waiting for the schmuck beside her to come out of the doughnut shop, Giles has carefully and quickly cataloged her reasons for rage.

“No, please,” she half-chuckled beside him, running a hand through her brown locks. “Take the wheel again, Jesus.” She turned to shoot him another angry look, but this one came across as a little hurt, if he was looking. “Since you’re so good at calling the shots, and what-not.” She shook her head. 

“Gimmie a fuckin’ puff already,” Giles demanded, holding out two fingers for Pete’s cigarette.  

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[thejewkid]

At first Pete didn’t realize she was upset, really upset that is and not just being a brat about nothing. He gave a slight eye roll and shake of his head as he looked out ahead of them. Then he started to really think about it. It was more the words she had used that caught his interest and now his brain was trying to determine if he had flubbed when he was just trying to move the night along. Of course his train of thought was disrupted by her nicotine demand.

Pete scoffed and couldn’t help but smile as he looked over at her. Really? was written all over his face but it was quickly replaced with the kind of genuine devotion that old pals had for one another and he would do anything for this particular pal. He wasn’t a pushover but Giles was the only girl that could pout, complain or be sarcastic and Pete would give in. Give in to a point, as he tried to convince himself of to no end.

Then there was his usual sigh and no argument from his side as he handed over his cigarette. Pete replaced it with another, saying as if it was no big deal anyways, cause it really wasn’t. Not to him. “Keep it.”

After driving quietly for a couple miles, heading towards the clubbing area of London, Pete gave a small defeated sigh, apologetic in itself. “Look... right now I can’t tell if I upset you... maybe I didn’t, but if I did I’d like to know what I did so’s I can apologize. I’m an asshole but not the kinda asshole that can’t say I’m sorry, so if I fucked up lemme know so I can say I’m sorry. Okay?”

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[ronaldcmerchant]

GODZILLA (1954)