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Post by avalanche on Oct 23, 2006 16:50:28 GMT -5
Dom was forced to wonder, looking at the expression on Lucas’s face, and the smile on Roy’s as he walked into the kitchen: Were these two guys ever going to square off? The answer seemed likely, and Dom wasn’t sure where his money would go. Likely it would all depended upon what range the battle would take place.
He figured Lucas could probably take a blow or two, but Gunslinger’s energy blasts were something to worry about – powerful and precise. Though he didn’t think Roy had any particular immunity to Mack-Truck type punches… so it would all vary.
He smirked, picturing the fight, and realized this must be a daily occurrence with the Brotherhood. So many egos, so little time.
“Just leftovers, ‘Slinger, and a box of donuts in there from yesterday.” He said, taking a seat against the wall to watch some more Meatwave while eating his leftovers. He wondered how long it would be before he had the chance to actually eat this kind of food again… what if the headquarters were in Canada? Or further? Then again, maybe they were in Greece.
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Post by recluse on Oct 24, 2006 4:41:28 GMT -5
One eyebrow raised for a moment before Gracie turned her attention back to Meatwave.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was Roy trying to start shit?
"Right. Well, I've got shit to do. Call me if anything interesting happens." By which she meant, 'Call me if there's a fistfight.'
Gracie did love a good fight.
She chanced a squeeze of Lucas' leg, since she didn't think the others would be able to see it through the back of the loveseat - and if they did have some kind of X-Ray vision, a little leg-squeeze was the least of her worries.
Pushing herself up, she offered another smile to Dom and thumped back upstairs to get her stuff together.
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Gunslinger
Restored
Think Little Joe, except meaner.
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Post by Gunslinger on Oct 24, 2006 11:03:51 GMT -5
"Oo, doughnuts!" Roy gladly opened the box and pulled one out, hardly caring whether they were stale or not. He was hungry, and that was pretty much all that mattered.
Walking back out in to the main room, Roy noted the grim look on Lucas' face before taking a bite of his doughnut and taking on a serious manner. "So, what did happen, Lucas? If someone did that to you, I trust he looks worse."
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Post by impact on Oct 24, 2006 12:34:50 GMT -5
"She," he corrected. Man, for being a quick draw the man sure was a step behind. Lighting a cigarette, he stood. "And she's looking fine, I'd say." But you better not, he wanted to add, and then wondered where in the hell that thought came from.
Rummaging through the remaining donuts, he half shouted- at least for Lucas, who wasn't known for being loud in the first place. "So what say we get the hell out of here and make for a hotel across town. Still on the island as I think you're outside the city line, and they won't have moved to County yet in a search. But I think we've uh... outstayed our welcome, eh?" He looked back at Dom.
Sure, the Greek would know what he was talking about. Lucas wasn't going to shy away from the fact that he himself had singlehandedly blown the cover he'd provided the two outlaws. But man was she ever worth it.
Grinning, he filled his mouth with donut and looked out the window.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 24, 2006 22:07:48 GMT -5
Oh great, that was the last thing Dom needed. His stomach gurgled with a mixture of anxious emotions, and he frowned as Lucas turned away. He never, ever, even wanted to think about Gracie in an intimate situation with Lucas - or anyone, for that matter. She was Gracie, and she was one of the guys. Or something like that. Whatever it was, if he ever saw so much as another waggle of the eyebrows from Lucas, he'd either puke or make the ground around the guy quicksand.
"Yeah. We definately blew it alright - Lucas. All this about getting us to a safehouse, and out of a hotel, and here we go again?" He eyed the big man with a brow raised. "Wouldn't it be safer to maybe go to another safe house? Camp or something?"
Dom wasn't really worried. He wasn't worried the first time, for that matter, but he wanted to hear Lucas argue. In all honesty, Dom knew very well the situation. He was sure there'd be no mystery about who shared a room with who.
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Post by impact on Oct 24, 2006 22:36:01 GMT -5
Lucas wasn't in the mood to fuck with Dom, and let his bullshit prodding slide. God, when would the guy grow up.
Shrugging, he smirked and washed the donut down with a new beer.
"One last hurrah in a nice bed? Even if it -is- by yourself... something tells me Pyro ain't got the Brotherhood held up in the Hilton."
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Post by avalanche on Oct 25, 2006 7:26:03 GMT -5
Dom barked a laugh. “Touche.” He said, specifically about the bed by himself part. Lucas did, in fact, have him beat.
He leaned back against the wall and chewed on some leftovers thoughtfully, not really watching Meatwave though staring at the screen.
He was really thinking on why he gave Lucas such a hard time. In truth, the guy had been nothing but helpful to him, and for that matter, friendly. By this point Lucas had proven the rumors false in a way – and right in another. At least he'd cleared up the mixture of the rumors into a more streamline reality.
That troubled him. Not about Lucas, of course, but about himself. Why couldn't he give the guy a break?
He sighed.
“So Lucas, you have something in mind? Think it'd be safe to live it up a little, because we could get something dynamite if we wanted too. 'Course we'd need to pick up some new clothes first.”
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Post by impact on Oct 25, 2006 7:39:34 GMT -5
"There's some decent places closer in but still on the island. I gotta take a look at that garage door but I'd say we could kick out of here in an hour or so, prob'ly."
Rinsing his hands, he wiped them on his jeans.
"I'll be out there if you need me."
Heading towards the door to the garage, he lit yet another cigarette on his way.
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