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Post by recluse on Oct 4, 2006 8:43:42 GMT -5
An amused smile appeared on her face - not unusual for being in Dom's company.
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
She gave him a bit of a funny look at his next question, though. She'd been happily oblivious to Dom's knowledge of the encounters between her and Lucas, and she didn't really know how to answer.
Mainly because she was confused herself.
"I don't know." She shrugged.
"I really just... Don't know. He confuses me." Not to mention frustrating the hell out of her, but she didn't really think she could say that to Dom.
"Why?"
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Post by avalanche on Oct 4, 2006 9:11:59 GMT -5
"Because you guys are acting like your crushin' on each other." He chuckled, eating a piece of the bread. "Like I wouldn't notice the whispers and the conversations behind closed doors? Don't get me wrong, you're a big girl and can make your own choices..."
The silence left a pretty clear statement of what he thought about her choices, though.
Frankly, he was suprised he was even bringing it up. He just figured if he was being sort of goofy he'd want her to let him know. Particularly if it was as dangerous as the game she was playing.
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Post by recluse on Oct 4, 2006 9:19:14 GMT -5
Shrugging uncomfortably, Gracie looked at him for a moment before commenting.
"I'd love to tell you exactly what's going on, but I really don't know myself. So, you know," she shrugged again, "I'll keep you posted."
The last part was said with a rather dry tone. Yeah, he had every right to ask her what was going on. He was her friend and all. But she didn't particularly want to talk about it when she didn't know what the deal was for herself.
Why did she feel like she needed his approval? Her love life - or lack thereof - really didn't have anything to do with him. Dom had never grilled her over partners before, but then she hadn't generally been with anyone quite like Lucas James before, and she tried to keep it all discreet. Apparently whatever the hell she and Lucas were doing wasn't quite as discreet as she'd thought.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 4, 2006 9:25:29 GMT -5
"Just curious." He said, half shrugging. "And maybe a little over-protective, sure." He admitted.
"You know you're part of my family, Recluse. I love you like a sister, and you're all of the old gang I got left. It's my job to be overbearingly annoying." He smirked. "Not that I gotta tell you, but be careful. This is Lucas Fuckin' James."
He looked at her Hummus and added in a perfect Greek mother voice: "Now eat ya food young lady, look atcha! Thin as a post! You're wasting away."
Just having this brief conversation made him feel better, even if he was sure he came off slightly annoying in it. He didn't like anything coming between the two of them, especially something she'd think she'd have to hide.
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Post by recluse on Oct 4, 2006 9:32:54 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
With a smile, Gracie half-hugged half-shoved Dom, butting her head against his just a little too hard to be called affection by normal people.
"How am I supposed to eat my food if you're not finished cooking, huh? Back to the stove, woman!"
She chuckled. It was quite amusing actually - up 'til just a few minutes ago, he'd been in the kitchen and she'd been in front of the TV with a beer. No wonder they had an odd relationship.
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Post by impact on Oct 4, 2006 19:47:51 GMT -5
Lucas turned the shower off, drying himself off and getting dressed again. Nothing entirely spectacular was going on in his mind, other than how hungry the smell of food from downstairs was making him.
Putting on a clean tshirt(having just picked it up from the store while they were out), he headed downstairs again, lacing his boots while sitting on the couch.
"God damn that smells good Petros."
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Post by avalanche on Oct 5, 2006 15:00:28 GMT -5
Dom stirred some of the cooking, and nodded to Lucas. "Thanks man, my Ma could cook, only real thing of value I took from that life. We're gonna eat like fuckin' kings tonight."
It did smell good, and his mouth was already watering. He'd been tasting stuff as he was cooking it, but it just wasn't the same. That lamb smelled heavenly.
He slid the hummus over to Lucas, and passed him the pita bread. "Snack up until then, these are the starters."
His phone rang, from his pocket. Quickly wiping his hands down with a towel, he picked it up.
He didn't recognize the call number, but John had told him to be looking out for a recruit to be calling. Hopefully it was the guy.
"Petros." He answered.
He paused, listening and looking thoughtful. Then he continued. "The Recruit. Good to talk to ya Roy, I was told to expect you. You want in, and the boss says it's on the up and up. This is good… He should be out to pick us up shortly. You sure you know fully what you're getting into?"
Pause.
Dom laughed lightly. "I like your style, Roy. Meet me at this address at four pm, I'll be the greek guy in the green cargo's and the black leather jacket. Go on in and have a coffee. I'll be there." He then shot out an address, and the name of a small bistro, letting Roy jot it down.
pause.
"Yeah, later." He hung up the phone, and stuck back into his pocket.
"Alright, looks like I got a date. Mind if I borrow the car to go pick this guy up?"
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Post by recluse on Oct 5, 2006 15:50:23 GMT -5
Leaning on the bench, resting on her elbows, Gracie picked at her food while Dom answered his phone and chatted to the new recruit. She was quite looking forward to meeting the guy - was amusing herself wondering how he'd fit in with them.
"Always knew you were just waiting for the right man."
With an amused smile, she leant against the wall and kept picking at her food. It was Lucas' car, since he'd made them ditch theirs in a spectacular fashion. She couldn't answer the question of whether Dom could use it or not, but considering the circumstances Recluse thought Lucas probably would let him. Well, should, anyway.
But then, who knew if Lucas James would consider that fair or not? Who knew what Lucas James was thinking most of the time?
"Wonder what he does."
She was thinking out loud - she meant the recruit, of course.
What kind of a name was Roy, anyway? Sounded like a guy from an old cowboy flick. Or like, some old rocker type. Must have had weird folks - or he was older.
Well, it wasn't like she could talk about stupid names.
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Post by impact on Oct 5, 2006 16:25:56 GMT -5
Lucas raised an eyebrow, taking out a cigarette. He lit it, stepping back just to keep the smoke out of the kitchen. Nice guy, Luke.
"You know this ain't a fuckin party house right. I have someone to answer to."
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Post by avalanche on Oct 5, 2006 16:49:00 GMT -5
Dom nodded, tasting one of the substances he was cooking. "Yeah, ran out of choices. Pyro wants me to pick this guy up. Think it's gonna be a problem with whoever's funding this house? I'm sure we can count on him not to be a fuck-up, John wouldn't dump me with some assclown."
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Post by impact on Oct 5, 2006 16:52:49 GMT -5
Lucas nodded. "If you think he's cool..." Dom was a smart guy. He wasn't about to bring an idiot into the house. Still... Luke liked it better when he was in control.
Wasn't likely to be the case for a good long time, so he just nodded. "Sure, car's yours just as much as mine. Just make sure the guy's good, and you and I are good." He smirked, the threat more out of habit than anything.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 5, 2006 17:12:28 GMT -5
Dominic looked back at him and nodded. "I feel ya. Don't worry though, if he's a fuck-up, I'll be coming back alone anyway."
Roy didn't strike him as much of a fuck up, nor John. Honestly he was quite looking forward to adding a fourth personality to this little family.
He checked the oven again. Food couldn't come soon enough.
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Post by recluse on Oct 5, 2006 19:37:46 GMT -5
Watching the exchange with a rather bored expression, Gracie let the pair have their little moment and didn't bother getting involved. Instead, she let her mind wander as she munched on the little bits of pita bread that Dom had put in front of her.
Lucas had stepped back when he'd lit up, in possibly the most considerate move she'd seen him make yet.
God, he confused her. Dom had said they looked like they were crushing on each other - but Recluse could hardly imagine Lucas James crushing on anyone. Crushing people, sure. Crushing on people, not so much.
Light blue eyes flicked up to look at each of the boys and then back to the plate. They seemed to have come to an understanding, at least for the moment. She wondered what would happen if the pair ever decided that they couldn't deal with each other.
It seemed likely. Would be interesting to watch, too. A small smile appeared on her lips and she looked back up to Lucas for a moment before her eyes moved to Dom.
"Going to be much longer, d'you reckon?"
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Post by impact on Oct 5, 2006 19:43:34 GMT -5
Lucas shifted his eyes to Gracie after her attention had turned.
God damn she was a good looking girl. Not the type he usually went for, as chicks like her were either acting lesbians(on the street that was often a safer claim than 'not interested thanks') or fucked up on some drug or other. But Gracie seemed pretty okay. She had an attitude and was likely to try and tear his face off one of these days... but that was part of the fun.
Dom caught Lucas checking Gracie out, and Luke just grinned back at him, shaking his head good naturedly.
"No shit, when do we eat?"
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Post by avalanche on Oct 5, 2006 19:55:49 GMT -5
He checked out the food, a hand on his chin as he thought. He pulled paper plates and three real forks and spoons from a plastic bag. Handing the stack of stuff to Recluse, he said "Open those. I'd say set the table, but I guess that'd be out of the question."
He smirked to Lucas as he checked out Recluse, and suddenly had an incredibly freaky image of the three of them together. Like... together together.
The image was so vivid that he almost stumbled. He paused for a minute, and shook his head.
"It's going to be about thirty minutes before we can eat... I'll have just enough time to eat before I go pick up Roy."
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Post by recluse on Oct 6, 2006 0:36:04 GMT -5
Grinning, Gracie made a mock table setting on one of the counters.
Well, she'd been living with her mom for a year - she'd been taught how to set the table properly for a dinner party. Thankfully she had managed to get out of actually sitting with all her mom's horrible friends when she'd asked one why she'd actually paid money for the ugly hat she was wearing.
It turned out that it was actually her hair. Hadn't gone down real well.
"Well, most of the prep stuff's done, right?" As far as she could tell, all he had to do was check up every now and again to make sure nothing was ... well, turning out fucked up. But she didn't know much about cooking, so that could have been totally off.
"I'm pretty sure there was a Meatwave marathon on one of the kids channels."
Recluse liked Meatwave, had really gotten into it over the last year. There really wasn't much else to do around her mom's place, and it had driven her literally climbing the walls crazy. She also knew that Dom liked Meatwave, so in her mind it was a win-win situation. Pretty much. She didn't know if Lucas liked Meatwave or not, but didn't really give a toss either. Or so she told herself. For some reason, antagonising him sounded like a fun idea.
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Post by impact on Oct 6, 2006 0:56:16 GMT -5
Lucas sat on the couch and turned on the television.
What the fuck was Meatwave? Sounded like porn, except for the kids channel part.
Lucas didn't watch much TV. Mostly people just ticked him off. Flipping the channels one by one, he tried to find something that looked like cartoons or Mr. Rodgers or fuck, Sesame Street.
Frowning, he smoked and flipped channels, listening to the happy family in the other room. Oh fuck them. Pantywaste children anyway. How did they survive in New York? Ah yes. Government fucking assistance.
If it weren't for the promise of some ass kicking at the end of this round of playing house with Jeffy and Jessy Emo, he would be seriously considering reenacting some Roman Polanski home movies.
Realizing his mind had run away before he'd even noticed, he shook his head a bit, and cracked his neck.
What the fuck WAS Meatwave anyway?
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Post by avalanche on Oct 6, 2006 1:03:35 GMT -5
Dom was shocked to see that Recluse had actually set a place at the counter, as it was definately going to cost her some points with LJ. He wanted to warn her, but couldn't think of a way without drawing the big guy's attention.
He heard Lucas flipping channels, and put a hand out over the little place she'd made. It got her attention. He shook his head slowly, with a serious look on his face. He quietly re-arranged the little set up to look random, and went back to cookin'.
He wasn't afraid of Lucas, really, though he acknowleged that a fight between them would leave one of them dead. It could likely go either way, and those weren't odds he played.
Still, he didn't want to look like the fuckin' Brady Bunch either. Sure, he was getting all nostalgic over the dinner and his homelife - and sure Recluse had spent the last year living with her mom... but a part of him still liked to look hard. He'd been looking hard for years.
He'd changed in the past year, but man, was he coming off like a puss lately?
Shit. Now he was paranoid about it.
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Post by recluse on Oct 6, 2006 1:14:41 GMT -5
Giving Dom a look that clearly said, 'What the fuck do I care what he thinks?' Gracie shrugged and left him in the kitchen. Whatever. She felt absolutely no need to impress Lucas fuckin' James. Probably the opposite, actually - she'd been tempted to rearrange the plates and shit again but didn't want to get into an argument about it.
So, was Dom going to come out and watch TV or was he going to stay in the kitchen? No-one had said a word since she'd mentioned Meatwave. Well, whatever, it was his loss - she took the other half of the couch again, gazing at Lucas for just a moment before turning to look up at the TV.
He was smoking. Again. That wasn't much of a surprise. He was also looking hot and broody again - that wasn't a surprise either. Honestly, was that the only face he knew how to wear?
She cracked her thumbs, watching the channels flip over and wishing that she'd gotten out to the remote control first. Control. She liked having control of the TV.
She suspected that Lucas liked having control, too. That brought a slightly amused smile to her face.
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Post by impact on Oct 6, 2006 1:18:59 GMT -5
"I've never seen the show," He admitted, though from Lucas nothing really sounded like an admission. But atleast it didn't sound as if he thought he was above a show called 'Meatwave'.
"What channel is it on." He might have looked at her, but that would have started the whole thing over again, and the last thing he wanted to look like was some 15 year old with a hard on chasing after a girl he was crushing over. Just because he didn't want to make his life difficult by fucking a girl he was going to have to live with for at least the next few days didn't mean he was Captain Sensitive all of a fucking sudden.
Christ. Dom was such a fag.
Irritated that he couldn't find the show she wanted to watch, he gestured the remote at her rather suddenly, and put out his cigarette, filling his hand immediately with his beer.
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