Unsigned by Anonymous

[Photo by David Dobbs]

[unsignedbyanonymous]

And a pizza after ever.

[newtestament2014-blog]

I’ll help. It’s quicker with two. *tucks the bag of ice under his arm after getting out *

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Only putting them away. Head on up. *jerks his head at the door, locking the car and follows*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

And a pizza after ever.

[newtestament2014-blog]

*bites back a curse, face scrunching up for a moment before smoothing out again with a slow, carefuly breath* Should be there and waiting for us

[unsignedbyanonymous]

*shifts guiltily while putting the car in its spot and getting out* Good. I'll be up in a minute. *grabs the bag from the backseat*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

And a pizza after ever.

[newtestament2014-blog]

*pulls the door open to slide back into his seat with a grunt and drops the bag of ice in the backseat* you could have just told me you wanted to preen a little *grins a little wearily now that the adrenalin is starting to fade* You still look very handsome, don’t worry.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Ha Ha *jabs him sharply in the ribs, before realising his bad timing and grabbing the bag of ice to shove that again the jabbed spot* ' Siento.

*kicks the car into gear again and starts on the way home* You are getting your movie. Be happy. You sent our pizzas to the neighbour?

[unsignedbyanonymous]

And a pizza after ever.

[newtestament2014-blog]

*rolls his eyes but shuffled upright again and pushes the door open* Your attempts at black mail used to to be cuter you know *stomps to the store to waste money on frozen water.*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Good thing I'm not trying to be cute. *slides down in his seat, prodding at his jaw and still trying to get a view of it in the mirror*

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[unsignedbyanonymous]

And a pizza after ever.

[newtestament2014-blog]

*laughs* we have ice at home, hombre. I’m not going to die from a little scuffle like that so chill a little. *tugs his shirt back down and lounges in the seat* So I think we should watch Planes next.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Maybe, but that ice in the freezer is mine. *scoffs, parking the car anyway and staring him down* We'll watch that if you go get some. Now.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Tell the truth, no lies I can take it Bend your breath, just this once Run your mouth I bet I can catch it You sound just like a Judas

Lie to me - Sara Bareilles (x)

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

Yeah well, Mattheo isn’t really the problem, is he. *pushes his jacket to the side and tugs his shirt up to prod gingerly at his ribs* You don’t want your boss to think you are some crackhead who can’t go a week without getting in a fight.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

I'll tell him I tried to end one. Failed to dodge a hit. Little white lie. *shrugs, pulling up to a light and narrowing his eyes as he follows the hands*

I'm parking the car and you are getting some ice, Jesus.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

Same *sideeyes his friend, satisfied when there are no obvious injuries aside from the slowly developing bruise at his jaw* Nothing a hot shower won’t fix *a little sore in the ribs where one of the other guys managed to land a hit or three but nothing is broken so that is a definite plus* How are you going to explain that at work? *gestures at Juan’s face* Another jealous boyfriend?

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Another? *switches gears* I was thinking a barfight would do. Like the other times. If I have to do explaining at all. *glances over, eyes sweeping up and down to check him up in return and then back on the road* Mattheo is perfectly used to that one.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

*Sees the last of the lot off then joins his friend at the car, raising an eyebrow at the face he is making* You ok there? *he asks while opening his door and settling in the seat once more.* They got a few good hits in.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Exactly that. *tosses the bag in the back and gets in, running his knuckles along his jawline and focuses on getting them moving* Nothing I can't handle. You?

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

*Glances over at his friend and allows a little smile to slip past the stone faced expression he has worn since entering the corner store*

Yeah. I don’t think they will be coming back here any time soon. *Not naive enough to think this will deter those men from selling drugs or even from ever coming back to this neighbourhood but what they did served its purpose for the moment*

*turns to the rest of the group and his smile grows bigger* Good work everybody. I don’t think anybody got seriously hurt? *except the others of course - a round of shaking heads his answer*

That’s great. Thanks for coming out tonight. *As the first start to make motions to leave he pulls each one in for a quick hug and a pat on the back - just in case anybody is trying to pull some stupid heroic stunt and hide their injury from him*

We’re gonna have a movie night in a few days. Come on by if you want. *with that sends his little band of ‘apostles’ on their way*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

*chats a little longer with Marco as Jesus' does his celebratory round and then walks up ahead with the bag thrown over his shoulder again*

*waits by the car, poking at his jaw while opening and closing it slowly*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

*comes to a stop while the others arm themselves, keeping an eye on the lit street* Jude, you stay here and let us know should anything go wrong *he glances at the coltish figure and gets a short nod, currently raspberry red strands cut short gleaming when they catch an errant beam of light*

Juan and I will go first, the rest of you follow. *another round of quick nods and then he sets off again, shoulders loose and spine straight, ready to put the fear of…well Jesus into these dogs trying to claim his home for their foul profit*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

[insert a battle of wits and weapons.]

*leans against the wall with a grin on his face and then slides down to grab the bag, pulling a plastic sheet from it and snapping at everyone who dares put the weapons in the bag instead of on the sheet*

That was easier than expected. *Looks up at Jesus as he wraps the sheet around the weapons and puts them in the bag* Satisfied? *wipes a drop of sweat from his cheek with the back of his hand and gets up* I'm starving. Come on.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

*chuckles and shakes his head* I feel like any moment now somebody is going to yell cowabunga *he remarks, catching the eye of Jake and giving a minute nod to let him know things are begining.*

So, shall we have a quick trip to the corner store then? *looks over at Juan with a thin smile stretching his lips* Welcome our new neighbours and all that jazz. *doesn’t wait for an answer and heads directly for the store, his steps jaunty and betraying the anticipation building inside him*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

*Lets go of Marco's shoulder and nods, falling into step behind him* Let's have a little talk. *hands the bag to the others when they round the darker corner*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

Must have slipped my mind. *slips the bat inside with a little smile for his trusty companion* Things were kind of hectic for a bit there. *Slips his hand with the brass knuckles into his pocket and leaves the safety of the alley to collect the rest of his men from the laundret where they are smoking and playing cards and being merry*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

*zips the bag up and slings it over his shoulder, walking towards the exit and waiting outside*

Lead the way, oh fearless leader. *grins lightly as they get back out again*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

Think I did. It needed going over with that enzyme remover, it got kind of bloody last time.

*catches the knuckles and slips them on, flexing his fingers then making a fist and throwing a trial punch* That’ll work. Where did you get these?

[unsignedbyanonymous]

*opens the trunk and gets the bat out, looking mildly disgusted at the dried blood* Can't I give gifts without you questioning? It was reference for a case, been in the archives for over a decade. Why did you not clean that again? *tosses it over and locks the car, holding the bag open for the bat*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

Hm, ok then *closes the door behind him and stretches, letting his joints pop* Did you bring my bat? This might be a three strike problem.

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Did you leave it in the car from last time? Because new time you want to spring their demise on me do it before I go to work, mano. I did manage to sneak out this beauty. *pulls the bag from the car and zips it open, fishing around for a brass knuckle, then tosses it over*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

Ooooh. *draws the sound out then nods, tipping his head to the side so he can look out the window* What about her?

[unsignedbyanonymous]

*lips twitch in amusement* Nothing. *pulls up in an alley near the laundromat and gets out of the car*

[unsignedbyanonymous]

Taking The Thrash Out

[newtestament2014-blog]

Yes well I am not one of your cases. *leaning forward he fiddles a little with the radio until low, calm notes echo from the speakers* What friend of Judy’s?

[unsignedbyanonymous]

*scowls at the choice but doesn't say much, focusing on the drive* The one with the grappling hook. *frowns some more and shakes his head* that... was probably the hallucinations. The one with the annoying questions at that other movie night.