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Title: Maff-ia
Rating: We’ll go for 15.
Part: 9/a good number I reckon
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Bleurgh.
My heart still thudding heavily against my ribs I drive up and park outside the club. Once I’ve locked up I look around at the virtually empty street, but can tell that the inside of all the clubs are still buzzing. It’s dark now, and you can hear a mixture of different dance music’s pumping out from various places.
I make my way in via the front entrance and then search past the dance floor to see if Charlie’s anywhere to be seen. He’s not so I settle for sitting at the bar. The barmaid is there in no time at all and is asking for my order. “Just a beer please.”
“Beer?” She asks incredulously. “You look like you need something stronger, no offence.”
“None taken.” I smile at her and she grins. “But I’d still like a beer.”
She giggles and then pulls a glass from underneath the bar’s surface. “I’ll take that as a Brandy.” She turns her back to me and pours the drink into the glass. I sigh and just take it anyway; thanking her politely as I hand over the five dollar note I pull from my pocket - part of the money that Charlie gave me yesterday.
I gulp it down, and realise maybe that I did need it coz it does make me less tense. I’m not sure why I felt tense really, I just did. I’d have another drink, but I really don’t think I have that much money to be throwing around on booze. After all I now have… $55 to my name. Not exactly going to buy me much.
Spotting Charlie out the corner of my eye I turn my head to see him approach and smile to him. He stretches his hand out to greet me and I take it is mine, shaking it slightly before he lets go and rests himself against the bar. “Two brandys.” Charlie signals to the girl that serves me and she hands them over in a matter of seconds. He passes one to me, and I go to pull out some money out of my back pocket, but he stops me. “S’on me.” He states - he doesn’t have to paying, understandably seeing as how it’s his club.
I smile and gulp it down. He mirrors my actions and slams the glass to the bar, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “So,” he starts and I gulp, wondering if what I did will please him enough or not. “What happened with Tom?” he spits his name like it’s venom, his eyes narrowing as he does so.
“Well, I, er, he…”
“Was I right?” He cuts me off, noting how I’m having difficulty with my words.
“Yes.”
“Bastard.” He growls underneath his breath. He looks back at me and I look down sadly, thinking that maybe I didn’t do enough. “What’s wrong, kid?” he says, I lot easier now, without the anger in his voice.
“Oh, nothing it’s just… I, nothing.”
“What happened with Tom? You didn’t leave without saying anything did you?” He raises his eyebrow to me, leaning in closer to me.
“What? No. I told him to watch out for you, and I urh, hit him.” I say it small so he doesn’t think I’m proud of that fact, in fact it’s almost embarrassing to say. I guess I’m just threatened by all these people who do this kind of crap every day of there lives like it’s nothing worth thinking twice about.
He doesn’t seem to react to this, just nods to me slowly, his eyes wandering gently over the dancers in his club. That nod gently turns into a nodding to the rhythm of the music. I sit there mutely; my lips pursed together, my hands clasped between my thighs and my head down slightly. I bet I look so weak and pathetic like this.
And if I was betting for $10, I would be $10 richer because Charlie picks up on this. “Seriously what’s up with you?” He questions me, and I can tell the look he’s giving me out the corner of my eyes.
I look up to meet him. “Nothing.”
“I’ll get it out of you eventually, well, I won’t, but someone will.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused, and slightly scared. Actually scratch out the ‘slightly’ and replace it with ‘highly’.
He smirks at me. “Never mind that, follow me.” He states, standing up. I do as asked, and follow him, obviously scared, and even more so when I’m took out of the club and into the back area. We walk along the empty corridors in silence; the only thing stopping it from being awkward is the background sound of the music that’s playing the main part of the club. “Wait here for me.” He orders and then walks through a door to right left, leaving it slightly ajar.
I rest my back against the wall and look in to find James sitting down. Charlie walks and sits next to him as I strain to hear the conversation.
“S’up Charlie?”
“Nothing, that new kid…”
“Matt.”
“Yeah, well, you know how Tom’s, well, y’know, and I sent Matt off to deal with it, I think he did, but now he seems odd. I’m not sure about this guy you know.”
“He seems decent to me.”
“Oh yeah. I do not doubt that for a second. It’s just… well you know, with a bit of work he can do some good things for us, but something’s missing.”
“Like what?”
“You know what.”
“Well, I don’t really see how that would help him, I mean, he just needs time.”
“And in time he’ll still need exactly the same.”
“I dunno, Charlie, I mean.”
“Why are you against it? You never usually are. What’s the difference now?”
“Nothing, it’s…”
“Nothing, so you’re doing it, I’m not asking, I’m telling, okay? He’s standing outside, so take him back ‘kay?”
“Why’s it me who does this? Please answer me that?” I can tell there’s a grin evident in his voice, but that only scares me even more. What are they on about?
“Because you do it best, now go, and tell him I want to see him bright and early tomorrow to get his appearance sorted out.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
He lifts out the chair and I jump back and start picking at my nails with interest so it looks like I was eavesdropping. He smiles at me as he comes through the door. “You wanna walk back to my flat? I’m going now.” I nod silently. “Great, come on then.”
He grins at me and the nods forward and we start walking side by side in silence again. I want to break it, because we walk for such a long time, but it’s hard to know what to say to him. He’s a weird character; at first he was hyper, then harsh, then sad, and now silent, with the intent of doing I-don’t-know-what to me when we get back to his place. I’m having trouble trying to suss him out. With the others they all generally fit into a certain ‘category’ with there personalities. But James’ seems to be all over the place.
“So…” he starts slowly, buying his time before he has to expand on it. “What’s your favourite colour?”
I giggle and then look at him funny, screwing my face up as if to say ‘what the fuck’. “Well I don’t know. You might be really weird and have magenta as your favourite or something. It could happen.”
I giggle again and he laughs too. “No… it’s blue. You?”
“Ah well I do love a bit of magenta, but I have to say sky blue is probably above that in the colours league table.” And this guys part of the mafia? Seriously I find my thumb more threatening. Mind you, my thumb is quite big. [Lol, I haven’t thumb mentioned in ages, that was fun :P:P]
“Are you feeling okay?” I ask him.
“I’m great thanks, never better, well apart from when I was 10 under par at golf once. You?”
“Yeah I’m cool.” I chuckle lightly as we near his flat.
Rating: We’ll go for 15.
Part: 9/a good number I reckon
Pairing: Eventual JayBourne
Dedicated: Everyone reading
A/N: Bleurgh.
My heart still thudding heavily against my ribs I drive up and park outside the club. Once I’ve locked up I look around at the virtually empty street, but can tell that the inside of all the clubs are still buzzing. It’s dark now, and you can hear a mixture of different dance music’s pumping out from various places.
I make my way in via the front entrance and then search past the dance floor to see if Charlie’s anywhere to be seen. He’s not so I settle for sitting at the bar. The barmaid is there in no time at all and is asking for my order. “Just a beer please.”
“Beer?” She asks incredulously. “You look like you need something stronger, no offence.”
“None taken.” I smile at her and she grins. “But I’d still like a beer.”
She giggles and then pulls a glass from underneath the bar’s surface. “I’ll take that as a Brandy.” She turns her back to me and pours the drink into the glass. I sigh and just take it anyway; thanking her politely as I hand over the five dollar note I pull from my pocket - part of the money that Charlie gave me yesterday.
I gulp it down, and realise maybe that I did need it coz it does make me less tense. I’m not sure why I felt tense really, I just did. I’d have another drink, but I really don’t think I have that much money to be throwing around on booze. After all I now have… $55 to my name. Not exactly going to buy me much.
Spotting Charlie out the corner of my eye I turn my head to see him approach and smile to him. He stretches his hand out to greet me and I take it is mine, shaking it slightly before he lets go and rests himself against the bar. “Two brandys.” Charlie signals to the girl that serves me and she hands them over in a matter of seconds. He passes one to me, and I go to pull out some money out of my back pocket, but he stops me. “S’on me.” He states - he doesn’t have to paying, understandably seeing as how it’s his club.
I smile and gulp it down. He mirrors my actions and slams the glass to the bar, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “So,” he starts and I gulp, wondering if what I did will please him enough or not. “What happened with Tom?” he spits his name like it’s venom, his eyes narrowing as he does so.
“Well, I, er, he…”
“Was I right?” He cuts me off, noting how I’m having difficulty with my words.
“Yes.”
“Bastard.” He growls underneath his breath. He looks back at me and I look down sadly, thinking that maybe I didn’t do enough. “What’s wrong, kid?” he says, I lot easier now, without the anger in his voice.
“Oh, nothing it’s just… I, nothing.”
“What happened with Tom? You didn’t leave without saying anything did you?” He raises his eyebrow to me, leaning in closer to me.
“What? No. I told him to watch out for you, and I urh, hit him.” I say it small so he doesn’t think I’m proud of that fact, in fact it’s almost embarrassing to say. I guess I’m just threatened by all these people who do this kind of crap every day of there lives like it’s nothing worth thinking twice about.
He doesn’t seem to react to this, just nods to me slowly, his eyes wandering gently over the dancers in his club. That nod gently turns into a nodding to the rhythm of the music. I sit there mutely; my lips pursed together, my hands clasped between my thighs and my head down slightly. I bet I look so weak and pathetic like this.
And if I was betting for $10, I would be $10 richer because Charlie picks up on this. “Seriously what’s up with you?” He questions me, and I can tell the look he’s giving me out the corner of my eyes.
I look up to meet him. “Nothing.”
“I’ll get it out of you eventually, well, I won’t, but someone will.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused, and slightly scared. Actually scratch out the ‘slightly’ and replace it with ‘highly’.
He smirks at me. “Never mind that, follow me.” He states, standing up. I do as asked, and follow him, obviously scared, and even more so when I’m took out of the club and into the back area. We walk along the empty corridors in silence; the only thing stopping it from being awkward is the background sound of the music that’s playing the main part of the club. “Wait here for me.” He orders and then walks through a door to right left, leaving it slightly ajar.
I rest my back against the wall and look in to find James sitting down. Charlie walks and sits next to him as I strain to hear the conversation.
“S’up Charlie?”
“Nothing, that new kid…”
“Matt.”
“Yeah, well, you know how Tom’s, well, y’know, and I sent Matt off to deal with it, I think he did, but now he seems odd. I’m not sure about this guy you know.”
“He seems decent to me.”
“Oh yeah. I do not doubt that for a second. It’s just… well you know, with a bit of work he can do some good things for us, but something’s missing.”
“Like what?”
“You know what.”
“Well, I don’t really see how that would help him, I mean, he just needs time.”
“And in time he’ll still need exactly the same.”
“I dunno, Charlie, I mean.”
“Why are you against it? You never usually are. What’s the difference now?”
“Nothing, it’s…”
“Nothing, so you’re doing it, I’m not asking, I’m telling, okay? He’s standing outside, so take him back ‘kay?”
“Why’s it me who does this? Please answer me that?” I can tell there’s a grin evident in his voice, but that only scares me even more. What are they on about?
“Because you do it best, now go, and tell him I want to see him bright and early tomorrow to get his appearance sorted out.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
He lifts out the chair and I jump back and start picking at my nails with interest so it looks like I was eavesdropping. He smiles at me as he comes through the door. “You wanna walk back to my flat? I’m going now.” I nod silently. “Great, come on then.”
He grins at me and the nods forward and we start walking side by side in silence again. I want to break it, because we walk for such a long time, but it’s hard to know what to say to him. He’s a weird character; at first he was hyper, then harsh, then sad, and now silent, with the intent of doing I-don’t-know-what to me when we get back to his place. I’m having trouble trying to suss him out. With the others they all generally fit into a certain ‘category’ with there personalities. But James’ seems to be all over the place.
“So…” he starts slowly, buying his time before he has to expand on it. “What’s your favourite colour?”
I giggle and then look at him funny, screwing my face up as if to say ‘what the fuck’. “Well I don’t know. You might be really weird and have magenta as your favourite or something. It could happen.”
I giggle again and he laughs too. “No… it’s blue. You?”
“Ah well I do love a bit of magenta, but I have to say sky blue is probably above that in the colours league table.” And this guys part of the mafia? Seriously I find my thumb more threatening. Mind you, my thumb is quite big. [Lol, I haven’t thumb mentioned in ages, that was fun :P:P]
“Are you feeling okay?” I ask him.
“I’m great thanks, never better, well apart from when I was 10 under par at golf once. You?”
“Yeah I’m cool.” I chuckle lightly as we near his flat.