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Post by recluse on Oct 2, 2006 15:31:42 GMT -5
When she'd emerged from the bathroom, dressed and made up and generally feeling like Recluse again, she found the house empty.
Which was both good and bad. It meant she didn't have to sit in a car with Dom and Lucas thinking about sex, but it also meant that there was no-one to stop her from being unkind to inanimate objects in her annoyance over the reverse cock-tease she'd been subjected to.
Trying for a happy middle ground, she went to the fridge for a Corona and turned on the porn channel.
It didn't help much, but it would keep her occupied until they got back. When she realised that the porn she was watching was not unlike the crappy motel porn - never showed the money shots and the guys were always ugly for 'realism', she flicked the channel with a grimace.
Kids show, kids show, talk show, crap, news, kids sho - ooh, Meatwave!
Settling into the corner of the loveseat, her feet propped up beside her like one of those toga guys waiting to be fed grapes, Gracie sucked on her beer and smiled at the cartoon, happy to have found a way to stave off boredom for a half hour until the boys got back.
What she was going to do when that happened, though, left a niggling worry in the back of her mind.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 2, 2006 16:00:42 GMT -5
The door opened and in came Dominic and Lucas. Each had two bags of groceries, and seemed to be pretty quiet with each other. One would wonder how exactly that car trip went.
He gave Gracies a grin as he went by, and went straight into the kitchen to unload the groceries.
"You guys are in for a treat today. I haven't busted out with a full on meal in a very long time... this is gonna be good."
He popped his head out of the kitchen. "Oh shit, is this Meatwave? Turn it up a bit."
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Post by impact on Oct 2, 2006 16:28:23 GMT -5
Lucas followed shortly after, a stormy look on his face. He dropped a case of beer on the kitchen counter, and returned to the living room. Picking Gracie’s feet up, he sat beside her and laid her legs over his lap. It didn’t seem a familiar gesture so much as one of necessity. He stared at the television with a brooding expression, tapping a rhythm onto Recluse’s calf with his fingertips.
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Post by recluse on Oct 2, 2006 16:42:27 GMT -5
She'd just bent down to get the remote when Lucas entered the room, and she didn't move her legs off the couch intentionally to try to piss him off.
It obviously hadn't worked.
"Sweet as, sounds awesome Dom," Recluse said as she turned the TV up for him. Which kinda didn't make sense since he couldn't necessarily make sense of the show just by listening to it.
Lucas was looking all hot and broody - apparently his default state of being, and she looked over at him sideways, her lips wrapped around her beer bottle.
She looked slightly curious about why he was broody, but rather than say anything she just held the bottle out, obviously offering.
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Post by impact on Oct 2, 2006 17:03:34 GMT -5
Looking sidelong at her, she could see the wary street kid who’d been offered all manner of corrupt things from the time he was far too young to be on the streets alone. Then he lightened up a bit, just enough for her to pick up on as he took the bottle from her, and a healthy drink.
“Hope you didn’t lace that with your venom,” He quipped, though it came off more as a threat than a tease. When he was in this kind of mood, he had a hard time saying anything that came out as anything non-offensive.
Handing the bottle back to her and gesturing it in front of her lips, he gave her a different sort of look and spoke too quiet for Dom to hear. “Do that again.”
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Post by recluse on Oct 2, 2006 17:13:40 GMT -5
She just raised her eyebrows at the venom comment - Gracie was pretty sure her venom didn't work if you ingested it anyway, but it made her think he was paranoid.
Taking the beer bottle off him, her eyebrows climbed even higher, and when she spoke she kept her volume similar to his.
"Feet. Balls." He was cruising for a bruising alright, but that seemed pretty much standard. A gentle reminder of the fact that she could easily dig her heels into his crotch from this position seemed in order.
Taking another sip of her beer, she turned her attention back to Meatwave, who was having another encounter with the Salami Seductress.
What a name.
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Post by impact on Oct 2, 2006 17:23:59 GMT -5
Lucas raised an eyebrow, half grinning in a way that was definitely not meant to be humorous.
“Tits. Fist.” Raising one in the air a bit, he rose with her legs still in his lap, causing her knees to go to her chest. Stealing a quick kiss from her lips, he stood up, dropping her legs on the couch.
Stomping into the kitchen, he looked at what Dom was doing. God he was a woman. It was still kind of cool though.
“Smells good,” he remarked at a mix of things he hadn’t quite gotten going yet. He picked up some random vegetable and put it in his mouth, taking a bite before he spit it into the sink. “Guess I’ll wait.” He smirked.
Grumbling something about a shower, Lucas stomped upstairs. Unlike Gracie, Luke had the good sense to lock the bathroom door.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 2, 2006 17:30:30 GMT -5
About the time they were swapping the beer, Dominic popped his head out to see the TV, and glanced at something of an interaction between Lucas and Recluse. He immediately pulled his head back in, and sorted the groceries with a concentrated effort.
Dammit, I hope I’m not going to grow into the third wheel around here.
Dude, it’s going to be like a day.
Yeah, still… it can’t come fast enough. They should just get a room already… there are plenty of empty ones.
He chuckled, shaking his head at the scenario, and separated the ingredients for a Greek feast. Cooking always calmed him, for some reason, bringing him back to a home he never really had. It was one of the few things he really connected with in his history, of his family, and he cherished it for that reason.
Homemade Hummus and pita bread was a good starter, with olives and feta of course… store-bought hummus was a joke compared to what his ma used to make. Then spanakopita, a great first course. Then Lamb Souvlaki with Tzatziki and Orzo and Shrimp Salad. Baklava for desert.
This would probably be too good for Lucas’s dirty lips, but what the hell.
Thinking of the devil, he walked in, commented on the food, spat some in the sink, and stomped off upstairs.
It was a lot like Moonlighting… that old show with Bruce Willis. Dom could picture the Gracie/Luke wedding, ending half way through the ceremony as it erupted into an all out brawl. He laughed at that, listening to the Salami Seductress prattle on to Meatwave, as if he’d ever leave his true love for her.
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Post by recluse on Oct 2, 2006 17:43:57 GMT -5
As tempting as it was to hit him with the beer bottle, that would have spilled precious beer. So she just let Lucas kiss her, though she bared her teeth to him as he dropped her feet back onto the loveseat.
She really had no idea if she liked him or hated him. Sure, he was pretty, but she was still feeling slightly flustered from the bathroom encounter and she was pretty sure that you weren't supposed to want to cause physical violence to people that you liked.
Then again, it was Lucas James.
Draining the last of her beer, Gracie gazed toward the kitchen as if she could will another one to her by using the force or something.
It didn't work. Stupid movies. You'd think if a chick could be like a spider that you could have some kind of beerokinesis.
With a sigh, she stood and walked into the kitchen, not looking overly pleased.
It's early. Maybe too early for another beer.
It's never too early for beer.
She didn't get another one, which made her think that she'd started getting soft. Not for the first time since meeting back up with Dom.
"You want a hand or anything?"
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Post by avalanche on Oct 2, 2006 17:57:47 GMT -5
“Sure, plenty to do.” He said, and set her to chopping some vegetables. Meanwhile he was working remarkably deftly on separating things, and setting up the various pots and pans he’d purchased for the occasion.
“So… what do you think?” He said, watching his work rather than her. “About our situation, that is.”
It was a fair thing to ask, given their circumstances. He was specifically asking to get her overall opinion of the hide-out, Lucas, and the Brotherhood wait. She was still his partner on this, despite any mild annoyances he may have with the Lucas thing.
“I hope we’re gone after today… though I bought enough food to last us a couple, just in case. And I bought soda, in case you’re getting tired of beer and stale coffee.”
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Post by recluse on Oct 2, 2006 18:13:56 GMT -5
"You're a god." With a smile, Gracie put down her knife and rummaged for a glass, deciding that cooking was going to make enough of a mess that one glass wouldn't hurt. Not like she'd have to explain it, anyway - Lucas was the one who'd brought them there, he was the one who had to take responsibility for anything that she did in the place.
That made her smile.
"You want one?" Turning back to look at Dom, she grabbed another glass at his answer in the affirmative and poured for them both.
She took a long sip before she answered his first question. She hadn't been avoiding it, but she had thought that time to think would have helped. She was wrong.
"What do I think of the situation? I dunno, a place with beds would have been nice. Got a cramp in my neck sleeping on the couch last night." Recluse grinned, returning to her vegetables - the sooner they were done, the sooner Dom could cook, and the sooner she could eat. Dom's cooking was always a treat.
"Looking forward to seeing Sparks again."
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Post by avalanche on Oct 2, 2006 18:26:36 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, I bought us a couple of sleeping bags by the way - they're in the car. Thank god camping is in this summer, and that grocery store had a little cheap supply isle." He said, opening the package of the lamb. Better to get that one started.
He bit his tongue, deciding that adding he should've got her a double was likely a bad idea. Not to mention unnecessarily bitter.
He took a drink of the soda, which tasted like God’s own nectar. One thing about Lucas James, he was definitely going to die at 40. He chain smoked non stop, and only drank alcohol. Dominic wouldn’t have been surprised if all he ate was birthday cake and French fries.
“I was thinking the same thing, about Sparks. He sounded good on the phone, which is awesome… been kinda worried about the kid.” Dom said, somewhat gravely. “He’s never really been all there up stairs. I think he’s got live-in demons.”
He shrugged it off, since obviously he was fine now. Maybe he’d found mutant help? Hell, maybe even plain old medication.
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Post by recluse on Oct 2, 2006 18:39:46 GMT -5
"You are a god."
Completely oblivious to the fact that Dom even knew Lucas and she were having their complicated little ... whatever the fuck it was, Gracie grinned over to the Greek before taking another sip of her soda.
"He sounds alright now though, right?"
Though she and Sparks weren't friends in the same kind of way as Dom and Sparks were, Gracie did know him and sometimes worried about the same thing. When they'd first met him, he'd been in a right state - Dom wasn't kidding about him being a few sandwiches short of a picnic sometimes.
"No-one's perfect."
She shrugged, returning to her vegetables as if that settled the matter.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 2, 2006 18:55:32 GMT -5
"Ain't that the truth." Dom said, letting a comfortable silence fill the kitchen, buffeted only by the sound of food being prepared and Meatwave in the background.
A little bit later, when most of the food was in a stage that it could be left alone for a bit, Dom refilled their glasses and walked with her back into the living room.
He sat, picking up the remote.
"Can't wait till we get outta state, so we can spend some of this dough." he said, staring at the room that had the bags of cash. "Any thoughts as to what you wanna get?"
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Post by recluse on Oct 2, 2006 19:11:12 GMT -5
He'd taken control of the remote - unsurprising, given his gender. Sitting easily next to him on the loveseat, Gracie momentarily considered putting her feet up again before deciding against it.
Well, it was Dom. Yeah, he was a guy, but not that kind of guy. At least not in her mind, anyway.
Well, if you didn't count the oddly disturbing dreams she'd been having about him. Gracie didn't. It was just a glitch in the subconcious or something, not recognising him as Dom since they'd been seperated for so long.
"I hadn't really thought about it, actually." She blinked a few times, frowning. She hadn't really had time to think on it, things going the reasonably crazy way they had right after the heist.
"Suppose I should say a big TV or something, but I wouldn't have anywhere to put it." Actually, she quite liked the idea of her own place, so that she didn't have to live with her mom but could still stay off the streets. She'd grown accustomed to predictable surroundings in the last year. But then, they were moving on anyway, and she couldn't exactly buy an apartment with cash.
"What about you? I bet you've got it all planned out." She looked over and gave him a half grin, her fingers itching to grab the remote.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 3, 2006 8:29:14 GMT -5
He chuckled. "Not really, actually... been too busy thinking on the Brotherhood issue. Though I suppose it depends on where exactly their headquarters are. I'm assuming their out of country, just no idea where."
A part of him suspected the Canadian wilderness, as it seemed a lot of happenings went on there. Another part thought they must have their own island, even though he found that particularly ridiculous.
"I can only say I'd like another car, if we'll need one there... I think I'm at a point where I just plain don't have much I want. More than likely I'll contribute a majority of my money to the cause. I consider a couple hundred grand a good starting investment into the Brotherhood... even if I've got sort of an in already."
His mind wandered to Sparks. He wanted to get out of here already.
Fidgetting, he got up and went back into the kitchen. "I wander what the rest of the guys will be like... hope they're not all psycho's and assholes, but you've gotta suspect that to be the case."
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Post by recluse on Oct 3, 2006 9:14:51 GMT -5
Following him with her eyes until he was out of sight, Gracie took back the remote as soon as she had the chance. She resumed her usual channel flicking as Dom talked to her from the kitchen.
"Probably a few psychos and a few fanatics." She shrugged. Gracie believed in the cause, sure, but she wasn't exactly the type that would go on a kamikaze mission. Hopefully Sparks wasn't sending people on that type of thing, though.
She was reasonably confident that he wouldn't be. Not if the people were useful, anyway.
"Hopefully they aren't all bad, though." Surely not. Sparky wouldn't put up with it.
"How's that coming along?" She wondered what Lucas was doing in the shower for so long. That thought left her smirking into her soda.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 3, 2006 21:49:24 GMT -5
Good. The smell of the cooking was now wafting through the house, and it made him smile... a pleasant turn from the bizarre melancholy he was falling into.
Just a funk, that's all. Maybe pre-job nerves?
Yeah. Something like that.
He stirred a few things, opened the oven and checked a few things. Coming along nicely, and smelling absolutely of heaven.
"Well, I'm down with the cause, that's for sure - and Sparks is a good kid. Got a chip on his shoulder, sure, but don't we all?"
Dom always had, that was for sure. This last year really calmed him out though... gave him a piece of tranquility as he grew to one with his mutant self that he'd never experienced before. Prior to that, he was every bit as rough and tumble as old third leg up there... just not so much an asshole.
Now though... he was different. Seperate somehow from the streets. It was off-putting, and made him feel awkward, and that in combination with this developing emotional... stuff... well, it just rubbed him the wrong way.
He sighed.
"Hey, I'm done with the Hummus, you want some? Why wait for the Marlboro Man when we can snack down. I got some Pita bread too."
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Post by recluse on Oct 4, 2006 3:51:38 GMT -5
"Sounds awesome."
Leaving the TV as it was - some random talk show that seemed to involve trailer trash mothers screaming at their teenaged daughters - Gracie wandered into the kitchen and found herself smiling at the smells.
"Smells awesome, too. You rock, Dom."
Dom really was a fantastic cook. The kind of guy who would make someone very happy one day - it only added to his looks and his personality and... What the fuck am I thinking like this for?
Dom was not on her list of acceptable people to like. Not because she thought badly of him of anything, but because he was like her brother and she was supposed to be teasing him about his girls, not thinking about being one of them.
But she wasn't thinking about being one of them. Definitely not. No chance in hell.
"Yeah, fuck him, he can deal. What's he doing up there anyway? Jesus, how long does it take to shower?" She knew girls that took less time than Lucas to get organised. Ok, so it was actually her that she was thinking of, but still.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 4, 2006 8:21:02 GMT -5
He slid some hummus and a plate of neatly sliced Pita wedges her way. "Have at."
He considered the question about Lucas.
"Whattya mean, 'what's he doing'? You don't think you can look like an underwear model meets the outsiders just by happenstance do ya? Takes a lotta work to be that mixture of pretty badboy." He said, smirking.
He took to the preparing of the first course a bit more, and looked at her sidescanse.
"What's with you two, anyway?"
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