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Post by ROWAN THOMAS CARNIGEE. on Sept 3, 2012 15:02:11 GMT -5
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Rowan grunted in his sleep, before rolling on to his side, and reaching out to cuddle someone who was never there. Rowan usually had an empty bed, well at least for the last five years or so. In his line of worked it wasn't good practice to have 'loved' ones because bad men like to use them against other bad men. Rowan wasn't a good person, far from it, but he was compassionate, and smart enough to avoid injuring others because of his bad deeds. So needless to say when he reached out, and there was something warm and smooth next to him, he held his breath. Rowan's mind raced before remembering that he had brought Max to his bed the night before. It had happened so quickly, and as much as he loved making love to her, he knew it had been a terrible idea. Max was the perfect woman in his eyes, someone he would have truly wanted at his side back when he was allowed such luxuries. But his actions could potentially put someone he held so dear in danger. Rowan just laid there, staring at her beautiful sleeping face as he decided what to do. He could pull her close and cuddle her, which was what he wanted more than anything. Or he could run like a coward, keep her safe, but potentially ruin any chance he might have of keeping her 'his'.
Rowan pulled the sleeping beauty closer to him, deciding he would cuddle her just for a little while, before he ultimately had to leave. The Irishman couldn't help but to take in her scent, and how pleasant her skin felt under his rough hands. Rowan didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay like this, with her for the rest of the day. But he knew he couldn't, it would be incredibly selfish of him to endanger her for his own needs. So with a saddened sigh, he leaned over and kissed her on her forehead, before quietly slipping out of bed away from her. He looked around the room for his jeans, and shirt. He quickly pulled his boxers on, followed by his jeans, and tossed his shirt over his head as he walked out of the room. He ignored Deusy as he attempted to find his phone, and bike keys. He needed out of here, and away from her before she woke up, and tried to keep him here. Rowan found his phone, and began calling Gambit as he searched for his keys. 'Hey' he said in a sleepy morning voice. 'Meet me at the pub, alright?' he said his tone becoming somewhat distressed, which was very unusual for the Irish mobster. ' fucking aye man, just meet me at the pub.' he began arguing, knowing exactly how early it was. Rowan needed to talk this out, before he did something incredibly stupid.
'Gambit, just get to the fucking pub.' he said in a firm tone before hanging up the phone and walking out the back door. He climbed on his Harley, started it, and sped off. He knew leaving her like he had was the best for both of them. Even if in his gut he wanted nothing more than to hold that woman for the rest of his days. Rowan didn't pay any attention to how fast he was going, and was rather surprised when he saw the pub to his left. He made a sharp, careless turn, something a rookie biker may not have lived to regret. Rowan recovered from the sharp turn, and pulled the bike around to the back before shutting it off. He shoved his keys into his back pocket before entering the pub. The pub was always open to the bikers even if it was way before opening time for the public. Rowan walked behind the bar, pulling out a bottle of wild turkey and pouring him a drink. He couldn't believe that he had just done what he had. How could he have been so stupid, what if Max was hoping for something more out of him, something he couldn't give. The last thing the muscular biker wanted to do was let her down, or break her heart. But given his current line of work that was about al he could do to ensure nothing happened to her. "God damnit." he cursed his eyes looking about the bar hoping Gambit would appear soon.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Sept 10, 2012 16:20:05 GMT -5
 we are all prisoners , hope this is okaaay. and i'm excited~ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]it was rare that gambit got to enjoy a decent morning's sleep without being wedged between his two pitbulls, shock and barrel. but for whatever reason, when gambit's eyes had started to open from the small bit of light seeping into his bedroom, he was a little delightfully surprised to see that he had his king size bed all to himself. after promptly rolling over and burying his face into his pillow, he let sleep catch him again, blissfully unaware as to what time it was; the only thing on his mind being sleeping in. and, because he didn't have to be at the mechanix until after lunch, that's exactly what gambit had decided on doing. at least, for however long his two mutts decided to give him some peace. but fifteen more minutes than his usual chaotic morning would pathetically brighten his day.
but, like every other day that there seemed to be a god, gambit's hopes and dreams were shattered with a simple pantera ringtone. at first, he hadn't noticed it at all, but because his cell phone enjoyed torturing him, if he didn't pick up his phone a few seconds into the ringtone, the volume increased. he'd been in the middle of a really good dream, too, one that as soon as his eyes started to open for a second time, he instantly forgot. with a gruff groan, he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his phone off its surface. looking at the name, he was about to decline the phone call, but seeing as how it was rowan, he didn't have the heart. sighing sleepily, he hit the answer option and pulled the phone up to his ear. "yeah?" he answered in a gruff tone, that clearly let the irish man on the other end know that he'd woken him up. hearing his summons, gambit slowly sat up, rubbing his facial stubble with his free hand, eyes still almost closed. "do you know what fucking time it is, man?"
naturally, rowan had his own arguments against gambit's, and he had no choice but to raise himself out of bed and start looking around for clothes. if rowan had called this early, knowingly, then there had to be a good excuse. "you sure you can't just tell me over the phone, row?" he whined as he started to slip into his pants, his phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder. rowan snapped back, and gambit gave in instantly, especially since he wasn't given a choice as the call dropped. tossing his phone onto his bed, gambit pulled the shirt he'd worn to bed off and replaced it with his favourite green tee. pulling his motely crue hoodie on over top, considering he wasn't used to the mornings in california being as chilly as they were sometimes, and it'd be a better wind breaker than just a tee shirt for his bike.
after tending to the dogs and filling his pockets with the items he needed for the meeting, he grabbed his keys and locked up behind him. tossing his fedora into his kawasaki's compartment underneath the seat so it didn't fly off, he slid his sunglasses on and revved his baby to life. pulling out of his garage, he took off in the direction of the pub, almost expecting to see rowan rolling up right about the same time he did, only on an actual motorcycle, rather than gambit's street bike. but alas, when he pulled up out front, all he saw was rowan's beauty, indicating that he was already inside. parking in the spot behind him, he pulled his keys out and tucked them away, quick to grab his hat before he headed for the doors. he was just slipping his fedora on when he entered through the back, the guys in the pub more than familiar with gambit's appearances.
coming out from the back behind the bar, gambit arrived just in time to hear rowan's curse. arching a weary brow, gambit walked over beside him, though instead of standing, he pulled himself up to sit on the bar. he felt like collapsing on the floor, but he'd make due with resting for a moment. "god dammit what?"" he asked before eyeing the bottle of wild turkey. "you better be sharing that. i didn't haul ass to pass out from sobriety." |
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Post by ROWAN THOMAS CARNIGEE. on Sept 17, 2012 9:18:30 GMT -5
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Rowan was becoming pretty good friends with that bottle of wild turkey while he waited on Gambit. Turkey was never his drink of choice, more or less when the bottle of turkey came out, you knew you were in trouble. Rowan could mindlessly drink a bottle of that without even knowing. The taste wasn't strong enough, and the burn didn't hurt enough to slow him down. He brought the glass to his lips, not hesitating in the slightest when it came to taking the shot. He poured himself another as he watched the door eagerly. Rowan had quite a few close friends, brothers practically, but Gambit was by far his most trusted, and best friend. Rowan hadn't liked the man when he first met him, not at all. A gun for hire showing up in his territory was never a welcomed thing. But over time trust had been established, and he liked to think Gambit and he had an understanding. Rowan wouldn't interfere with him removing one of his own, as long as Gambit never dared to try to take Rowan anywhere. Rowan didn't do well in jail, he never had. So the thought of even going back would be enough for him to do something incredibly stupid. Gambit understood his fear, and respected it by not ever attempting to collect a bounty, Rowan was sure he had. When the half asleep man walked in, a smile spread across Rowan's face like wildfire. "Finally." he muttered gruffly under his breath.
When Gambit walked over, and made himself comfortable at the bar, Rowan pulled out another shot glass and poured. He didn't respond at all to what Gambit had said, something that would surely send up a flag. After all, Rowan was the king of smart ass replies, and witty comebacks. He looked past Gambit to some of his fellow bikers sitting off to the side. "Aye." he yelled waiting for the drunks to turn and look at him. They stared at him blankly, the alcohol obviously impairing their ability to think. Because the look that was on Rowan's face was a definite get the fuck out of the bar. "Get the fuck out, yea?" he said coldly. Rowan's eyes didn't meet Gambits again until his fellow bikers had left the bar, leaving the two of them alone. Rowan reached for his shot, drinking it before returning his attention to his best friend. "Shits fucked up." he said lowly pouring himself another drink. Rowan, although a hopeless romantic at heart, was never good with talking about feelings or expressing them for that matter. He was raised to be a gentleman, brought up Irish catholic, and expected to hold a cold demeanor except in the privacy of his own home. These were hard habits for Rowan to break, and to be honest the fact he felt anything at all was frightening enough to the Irish bloke.
Rowan began pouring Gambit another shot as he tried to figure out where to begin with all of this. He knew he had to tell him, one because he didn't know what to do about it, and two because he had dragged him out of bed this early. Rowan still couldn't get the words out, and so he began looking behind the bar for some beers as well. He pulled six out and placed them on the bar. Three for Gambit and three for himself, that would hold them over for a bit. "So you know that woman I've been helping out, with her dads broken house and shit?" Rowan said leaning back against the counter his eyes looking down at the beer he had just opened. Rowan didn't talk about Max a lot, might have mentioned her a time or two, but no real details. "The one that got herself in that stick situation with those thugs a while back. I've kind of been living there." Rowan admitted. Rowan had never told Gambit where he had been, so this conversation was going to be full of surprises. "I fucked up mate, bad." he muttered, taking a swig of his beer.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Sept 18, 2012 14:53:29 GMT -5
we are all prisoners , na na na na batmaaaaaaan [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]it wasn't common for rowan to do anything like this on a regular basis, but when he didn't even shoot a smart assed reply back to him after he'd hopped up on the bar counter, gambit knew something was.. off. he couldn't put his finger on it, mainly because he'd never seen rowan like this, but he wasn't about to dive right in an pry into the issue that was obviously bothering his best friend. so, instead, he just took the shot that rowan had poured for him and raised it up to his lips, knocking it back like water. setting the shot glass back down, he closed his eyes and stretched his arms over his head, completely unaware of the other bikers in the bar. it was in usual gambit fashion that he didn't pay attention, or really give a fuck, that anyone else was around. but when rowan told them to leave, gambit glanced over his shoulder, arching a brow slowly, before letting it go. rowan pretty much had free reign over the joint, because his uncle owned it, so gambit was never one to ask if rowan was being fair, or whatever. plus, it seemed like he needed a quiet area, with no one but the two of them, to speak his mind, and gambit wasn't about to deny him his privacy. after all, if it was eating at rowan, that probably meant it was a big deal for the guy.
"i'd better hope so," gambit said in response, nodding at him to pour him another while he poured himself another drink. "you woke me up before fucking noon." taking the second shot, gambit quieted down, being a better listener than anything else. especially when it came to emotions. he usually wasn't the first person someone should go to if they had to get something off their chest, especially if it was about feelings and all that cruddy shit, but if it was a friend who really needed help, he'd be there without too much complaining. for someone like rowan, gambit didn't even bother debating his options on getting involved, because he dove right in whenever his best friend needed him. after all, wasn't that what best friends did, no questions asked?
"er-- yeah?" gambit replied when rowan asked if he remembered max or not. he had a vague idea, simply from what rowan's said about her, but he wasn't that in tune to the girl. when he admitted to kind of living at her place, gambit tilted his head, arching up an eyebrow in question. he'd never really put thought into where rowan stayed, but then again, he'd never been asked to put rowan up for the night, so it was completely unaware to gambit that rowan didn't have a place to really call his own. "okaaaaay. and how exactly did you fuck up?" he asked, not really seeing where the problem would come in here. but, then again, gambit wasn't involved in the things that rowan were, because he refused a long time ago to be apart of that. "i mean, what, did you burn the house down, or?" |
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