Realistic or Modern Family Ties: 1980s Gangs - IC (Ended)

[Misty Gray]

The Royal Taphouse
~ Bethnal Green, London ~

Christian Brooks​

After his meeting with Bruce and Darcey over a week ago, Christian had come to learn that Trevor had managed to sit down and talk with Harper in a pub unaffiliated with the Kings. It was frustrating to learn, but at the same time, Christian had been paid to have Trevor watched and his past looked into. Removing Trevor from private premises was for the Kings to sort out with the gang members they employed to protect the family. Since the meeting, however, Christian was given access to more resources to keep tabs on Trevor. As far as Christian was concerned, the man was doing as he was told and staying away from the King siblings. Christian was inclined to believe Trevor hadn't actively sought out Harper 8 days ago, but the fact he still sat down and spoke with her seemed incriminating enough.

Bruce hadn't been in the best of moods during their last meeting and Christian suspected things got even worse upon learning the job in Dublin was unsuccessful. Regardless of the issues with the Sullivans and the need to increase security now, the matter surrounding May being Trevor's daughter hadn't been pushed aside and Bruce still intended to have his nephews vote over whether to tell May the truth. Although he was nervous for the outcome, Christian was deep down hoping that after the vote, he wouldn't have to keep such a huge secrets from May.

Christian now found himself in the pub with Darcey and May. He felt like Darcey was fighting a one-woman battle in her defence for May, so he hoped his presence would not only given Darcey support but May too, should the truth come out after the vote. And if they voted not to tell the truth, Christian knew he would have to decide there and then if he needed to keep his distance from May or deal with the fact he would have to keep such a secret from her if he wanted to know her.

When Darcey said she was getting another round, Christian nodded in agreement. He hadn't driven to the pub today, figuring no matter what happened, he was going to want to knock back a lot of alcohol. His eyes wandered in the direction of Kerry and Alex, the signals the pair were giving off too hard to miss from the highly-observant man. He decided not to comment on it, but still used Kerry as a way to strike up conversation with May. "You're still friends with Kerry, aren't you?" he casually asked May. "I bet you're glad she's sticking around." Christian knew a little more about Kerry than he naturally would, on account of Spencer's suspicious nature prodding him to find any dirt as far as her and the Sullivans were concerned. He hadn't found any, which he was grateful for. His job tended to put him in a lot of uncomfortable positions, especially lately. So at least one case came back clean.

Darcey eventually returned to the table with the drinks, Christian thanking her as he took his glass and had a small drink from it. He sat back and listened as Darcey asked May how she was getting on with her new job. The conversation was then briefly directled to him as Darcey told him there was always a place for him at the garage if he got tired of his current line of work. "When do I start?" he asked, without hesitation. He then lightly shook his head and laughed to himself. "I would never forget to order parts, I can assure you of that. However, I'm stuck in my current career for a while yet," he added. Truth was, Christian's initial employment with the Kings had been technically under unwanted circumstance; he had unwittingly crossed the Sullivans and the Kings had learned the truth. In return for them keeping his secret, Christian was to work for the Kings to help keep them many steps ahead of the Met Police. Whilst he knew he had long ago repaid his debt and was on good, friendly terms with the Kings, he wasn't an idiot. With all of the knowledge and secrets he'd picked up over the years working for the Kings, he was fully aware terminating his employment with them wasn't something he could just decide to do. "Besides, I don't think you'd pay as well as Bruce and Spencer do," he added, with a mischievous laugh.

BasDorcha (May)
Melanin-Gxdess (Darcey)

 

[Pyroclast]

Thomas Porter's Apartment
~ Dublin City Centre, Dublin ~

Elena Velazco​

Spending a full day with her father would have been one of the best days of Elena’s entire life. Yet, when she had come home to an empty apartment in the late evening, the elated feeling in her heart started to wane. She wasn’t sure what Thomas was up to, but it wasn’t like him to stay up so late. As the quiet, lonely hours passed by, her mind grew more and more anxious as to where he could be. Maybe he had been lying to her - turning her down for sex not because he wasn’t ready, but because he preferred sleeping around. Maybe she had got too close and he couldn’t face coming home to her again. Those thoughts lingered for a while, but they soon gave way to ones even worse: that Thomas was in trouble somewhere, that he had been hurt.

Too worried to sleep, Elena eventually called Adam again to ask him if he had heard anything, and he informed her of the evening’s events: that Conor had been attacked and was in hospital, that Aidan had been killed, and that Leo, Natasha and Thomas had been there on the scene. To realise that such horrible things had been happening while she had been having the time of her life with Adam made her feel strangely guilty.

Thomas had been out of it when he was eventually brought home and put to bed, and Elena’s concern only grew deeper for him. She already knew the crucial details of the event, but she wanted to hear them from Thomas’ perspective and let him get his feelings off his chest if he needed to, so she didn’t stop him when he explained everything to her the following day. She knew of his PTSD of course, but it still hurt to see him in such a bad way. Her urge to take care of him was strong, but he didn’t seem to want her knocking on his bedroom door and mostly ignored her when she did.

Even reminding herself that he was processing new trauma on top of past trauma, it was hard not to take his disinterest in her to heart. She felt unwanted, and nervous that he was getting sick of her trying to help him - but she knew she couldn’t stop trying. It was sort of like being a nurse, she imagined. She hadn’t made it to the end of nursing school when she had been a student back in Havana, but she still had the instinct in her to look after him, making sure he always had food to eat even if he didn’t feel like eating. A few times she had climbed into bed with him or knelt at his side, trying to encourage him to get up and spend the day with her, maybe even go outside. But her attempts were never successful and she instead had to go about her day without him, knowing he was still lying there recovering in bed.

Elena had just got home from an afternoon shift at the pub when she heard a disturbed scream come from Thomas’ room followed by the barking of his service dog, Lucky. Kicking off her shoes, she ran to his bedroom door and let herself in, worried that he was hurt. “Tomás?”

He was sat upright in bed, appearing restless but not hurt as far as she could see. Elena hung by the door, watching him with worry in her eyes. “Are you okay?” she softly asked. “I hear you shout…did you dream something?” Concerned that he didn’t want her with him, she took a few tentative steps until she reached the edge of the bed, and let her hands rest lightly on the footboard, keeping a distance in case he didn’t want her too close. “Tomás…I worry for you,” she quietly admitted. “And…I miss you.” Biting down on her lip, she crept closer and knelt at his side, giving Lucky a rub behind the ears. “She is very cute,” she said, before looking up at Thomas with a small smile. “Can I get something for you, Tomás?” Her first priority was to make sure he had what he needed within reach, but, selfishly, she wanted something, too. “Maybe I can…pass some time with you today? Do you want that?”

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[Melanin-Gxdess]

Dublin Hospital
~Dublin City Center, Dublin~
Aliana Sullivan​

For the past 8 days, all Aliana could think about was the night Conor informed her she would be taking over the family business. It'd been the same night Gwen overdosed so tensions were already high as is. She could tell something was bothering him - the unnecessary details of his day being proof of him not wanting to get to the point and get it over with. When he finally had, however, Ali could see why he was so hesitant. "James is retiring and I'm taking over. Running the business," he'd told her. At that moment she felt her heart shatter into a million little pieces. For the past few months, she had been involved in vicious attacks from Gabriel Moretti, arriving home to her son with new scratches and bruises - with more trauma than she cared to recall. Just a few weeks prior they'd been talking about leaving the mob life behind him, however, with the death of Warren and James' grief it'd been decided Conor was ready. Despite her objection, in the beginning, Aliana had quickly turned her attitude around and decided to support her husband. If it was what he felt he needed to do then so be it. She would back him up and support him in every way possible.

Fast forward ten plus years and Ali felt like she had failed him. Their relationship had been tough. Rocky in places it really shouldn't have been rocky in. It was her job to alleviate some of the stress he had piling on his plate and she felt as if she was doing the complete opposite of that. She'd chastised him for his lack of attention. She'd chastised him for kidnapping Christina. She'd even gotten into it with his daughter, only adding more unneeded stress to his life. Truly if Aliana had been the supportive wife she thought she was, she thought, then none of that would have happened. He wouldn't be feeling so alone and disappointed in himself. She knew what this life entailed and that he would have to make tough decisions - decisions none of them would have ever had the gall to make for their safety. He'd basically sacrificed himself and the person he used to be for them without any of them saying 'Thank you' and Ali was one of them.

For the past 8 days, Ali had time to reflect as she watched over her husband in the hospital. Though most of the family had come and go, Aliana was determined to be by his side every single day. She slept in the hospital room with him on one of the rollaway beds. Offers to allow her to go home were given but she turned down every last one of them. She'd spent enough time not supporting her husband and she was determined to make up for it. Every time they'd taken her husband away for more tests or another surgery Ali felt her heart get heavier and heavier. She'd never seen her husband in such a state and it was scary. What would she do, she wondered, if he didn't make it? How would she explain that to their girls? How would she ever be able to move on? They were all thoughts she would rather not think about. Luckily the doctor eased her mind when they would update her on his condition. It seemed like it was only getting better, not worse. It was a huge relief to hear and it was then that Ali started letting Rhiannon and Sydney into the hospital.

Rhiannon and Sydney hadn't been the only ones she worried about. Leo and Thomas were on that list, the former having snapped at her a few days ago. Having to see both herself and his father in such a state had been something she tried to protect him from his whole life. Knowing that she'd failed there too added to her guilt. The facade that she had spent years creating was crumbling around her and it was time to start being honest about things. Ali wouldn't be able to protect her kids from the horrors their family business brought anymore. Not when it was happening inches away from them. No, it was time to start being open and honest as much as she could. At least for Rhiannon, she would begin to explain everything at a later date when Conor was out of the hospital. Sydney was still much too young to learn about such things so she would still be kept in the dark for now.

Leo had just left the hospital room with the girls when she heard Conor's voice. She had just finished placing Sydney's drawing on the tray table when she heard his name. The doctors informed her well before now that he should be waking up soon, but she hadn't expected it to be this soon. She stopped what she was doing and quickly walked back to his side, gently taking his hand in hers. "Hi, sleepy head," she whispered, a smile on her face. Hearing him express his relief in her well-being caused her to sniffle, a slight laugh leaving her. "Yeah, I'm okay." She then reached up to gently stroke his hair while looking down at him. The doctors informed her that he may be a little confused when he woke up, so she wasn't all that surprised by his question. "I'm so glad you're awake." She let out a shaky sigh of relief, resting her hand on his chest and kissing his forehead. He then started rapid firing questions at her, his heart monitor beeping erratically. "Whoa, hey, hey. Calm down. You have to keep the stress levels down, okay? Leo and Thomas are just fine - Leo just took the girls home," she informed him softly, purposely leaving out any update about Aidan.

She was internally conflicted about what to say to him in reference to Aidan's death. While on the one hand she knew he needed to know, the other didn't want to stress him out too much. But she couldn't lie to him and later tell him the truth, could she? It felt wrong to do, so instead of waiting until later she decided to get it out of the way. With a deep breath, she softly took Conor's face between her hands. "Aidan he... He's dead, Conor. By the time the ambulance got there he was already gone. I'm so sorry."

Conor ( Misty Gray )

 

[Pyroclast]

Benjamin Reznik's House
~ Fairview, Dublin ~

Kurt Reznik​

Besides Bradley, Kurt had managed to keep his upcoming release a complete secret. He was impressed that the young man hadn’t let it slip to anyone - although, he must have had some idea of what Kurt might do to him if he betrayed his trust. Of course, Kurt had no intention of acting violently towards anyone when he was so close to getting out, but Bradley didn’t need to know that.

He wanted to go quietly so as not to prompt anyone to land him in further trouble that could get his release revoked. Bradley was the only person in jail with him who he was remotely concerned about, but at the end of the day it wasn’t Kurt’s responsibility whether or not the younger man survived his time behind bars. What he really cared about was Benjamin, and the closer his release date came, the harder it became for Kurt to think about anything but his son.

All the preparations for his relocation to Dublin had been made through Aidan, with the two keeping everything as quiet as possible so that Kurt could surprise his son with his arrival. He had been looking forward to seeing Aidan again when he got out, having always intended to spend the rest of his days repaying him in whatever ways he could. The man whom he had trusted to raise his only child for him had done a better job than Kurt believed he himself could ever have done with Benjamin.

So, when Kurt heard of Aidan's murder just a week before his 20 year sentence was due to end, he struggled to wrap his head around it. He was no stranger to death and murder, but Aidan's death brought on a shock that Kurt had not felt for many people in the past. He still had that lifelong desire to give back to Aidan for everything he had done - except that now, the man wasn’t around. There was no way to repay him. To give him a good funeral would be nice at the very least, but Kurt didn’t really have any money to contribute.

On top of his own emotional response to the man’s death, he had his son to think of. What Aidan’s death must have done to him, Kurt could only imagine, and it made him more desperate to be with him than ever before. The rest of his last week at Riker’s was naturally the slowest few days of his life, even though his son’s grief had pretty much completely overridden any apprehension Kurt felt about setting foot in an almost completely unfamiliar decade of society. It was something that had been on his mind a lot - whether he would understand the world, in what ways technology had advanced, whether he would be able to ease back in or if he would never fully find his feet again - but now, he didn’t care so much about all of that. Now, all he could think of was Benjamin.

Despite Aidan’s passing, Kurt was still able to gather help from the Irish Mob to coordinate his return without Benjamin finding out, and when he finally walked out of the prison gates, Chase was there to pick him up. The two got a hotel for the night, so as to time the journey better, and the man was able to tell him quite a bit about how Benjie had been doing since the young man had been staying at the Zegarra household in the wake of Aidan's death.

Already, Kurt was counting firsts. His first coffee in twenty years that didn’t taste like piss, his first meal that could be described as something other than ‘gruel’, and, of course, his first ever flight. Kurt had never even left New York before, let alone travelled overseas. If leaving prison in itself wasn’t enough of a thrill, he had all these new things to adjust to. It was almost enough to pull his thoughts away from Benjamin.

After setting off in the early hours of the morning, they arrived in Dublin roughly seven hours later, where it was early evening. By that point, Kurt didn’t care about how weird it was that he had essentially travelled through time and space and had end up in a land completely foreign to him. It was time to meet his son. He had kept his driver waiting a long time while he sat in the car looking out of the passenger window at the house Benjamin was in. Kurt wasn’t a naturally anxious person, but the weight of the moment had his nerves rising and falling and then rising again, so he had to wait quietly for a few minutes before he could get out of the car.

Eventually, he found himself on the doorstep of what had been Aidan’s house, waiting as if he had already knocked. As soon as that door opened, his life would change forever. Kurt looked back at his driver and sent him a smile, before turning back to the door and giving a strong, confident knock. He took a few steps back up the driveway to allow some space, his heart suddenly in his throat.

Then, the door opened.

Their eyes met, and for the first few seconds, Kurt could say nothing, purely stunned by the moment he had dreamed about for twenty years. When the initial shock passed, Kurt cracked a smile at his son, which reached all the way up to his misty eyes. “Hey, kid,” he said, almost choking up. "You gonna invite your old man in or what?"

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[Melanin-Gxdess]

The Royal Taphouse
~Bethnal Green, East London~
Alexander King

​

As if failing their planned mission hadn't been bad enough, Alex was informed about the chat between Trevor and Harper. It seemed like the moment the three of them left London Trevor decided to ignore their idle threats and do what he wanted anyway. Despite being told he had stumbled upon her by chance he figured Trevor would know better than to approach her still. But then again, this was Trevor he was talking about. The guy didn't know to never show his face again so why would he make sure to properly keep his distance? He couldn't help but wonder what the two of them spoke about - Alex choosing not to ask Harper seeing as he was pissed. She'd been warned that he was a piece of shit and that he didn't deserve any sort of forgiveness or a moment of their time yet she'd gone and given him one. If Alex, Spencer, Bruce, and Billy had nearly succeeded at pushing him out, Harper's conversation with the man destroyed that effort completely.

Along with being pissed at his sister, he was also worried about his brothers. Spencer and Bruce had a falling out - something Alex never thought he would ever see. The talk with Bruce had gone the exact opposite of what Alex was telling Spencer on the boat. Alex couldn't understand why Bruce would berate Spencer the way he had but he wasn't going to question him. The last thing he needed - or wanted, for that matter - was to get in the middle of their fight. He knew nothing he said would make things better and figured they would only make things worse. When it came to Billy, it was different. Their talk - along with Jeremy's and perhaps even Spencer's - revealed that Billy had already been feeling horrendous about what happened. Aidan's death was not something that was accounted for when they were planning their hit. Billy taking care of him wasn't planned, but now they were dealing with it.

To add to his familial stress he'd decided to go ahead with the legal process of suing for custody of Callum. A few weeks ago he may have been on the fence about it but after everything that happened his decision was solidified. He'd felt that Conor Sullivan had put his family through enough and that Savannah was no help on that front. With everything happening in Dublin and all the people the Sullivans seemed to piss off on a regular basis, Callum would be safer in London. Not only that but he needed to have his father in his life; every boy did. Alex moving to Dublin would never be a possibility and neither would Savannah be moving to London. Not hearing back from Savannah yet stressed him out, but luckily he was able to talk to someone about it all. Kerry Patrick had come to be some sort of outlet for him. He found himself wanting to tell her everything that was stressing him out and she had been very helpful.

The moment he stepped foot inside of the pub his eyes immediately set out to find Kerry. Something had grown in the pit of his stomach but he would only ever feel it when he saw or was around Kerry. It felt the same as when he looked at Savannah in the beginning, but he hadn't put two and two together just yet. Instead, he continued to enjoy the sense of relief she brought him and tried not to read into things too much. He couldn't help but chuckle when she reached up to his head and complimented his haircut. "Glad to know I didn't make a mistake cutting my hair then," he said before gesturing to her. "You look nicer than normal. Who are you trying to snatch up this evening?" He teased. Granted, he thought Kerry looked nice all the time but tonight it felt like something extra. He let out a heavy sigh when she asked if he were doing alright, ending up shaking his head. "Ask me again after a couple of drinks." When challenged to what sounded like a drinking contest, Alex perked up and raised his eyebrows. "I'll have you know I'm a reigning champ when it comes to drinking."

Kerry ( Misty Gray )

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

The Mercury Nightclub Building Site
~Bethnal Green, London~
Erik Snowden

​

Leaving his cousin behind in New York had been a lot more difficult than Erik thought. He and Ava had dealt with death in very different ways - the latter diving into work until it was all she thought about. Erik had extended the invitation for her to come back to London with him but she had declined. She worried about who would run the bar and the art gallery in her absence. Closing them both down for more than a week would prove to be detrimental and therefore she hadn't even considered it. She insisted she would be fine and if she needed some sort of getaway then she would come to London for a few days. Erik was still worried, but he had done as she asked and boarded the plane back to London with May. He was grateful to the woman for having spent so much time with him in New York as a support system. Knowing that she was missing work with Darcey - who was understanding of the situation - meant he was going to owe her big time.

Erik couldn't say that during his time spent in New York he hadn't also worried about Billy. The man had never done so much worrying for people and for a split second he nearly slipped up. During the time he used drugs if he ever felt overwhelmed with his emotions he would turn to some sort of pick me up. But ever since promising Billy he would stop he hadn't indulged. It took everything in him not to go down to the familiar corner to find that lovely, white powder that would make everything go away. But at the end of the day, he managed not to do so. Instead, he called Billy and stayed on the phone for hours when the two managed to catch each other. Erik was aware of the planned hit they'd planned against Conor being one of the middlemen between the Moretti and King family. It worried him that Billy would be participating in such an endeavor considering his reaction to when he had killed Trevor months ago. Erik wasn't going to be there to calm him down if things went awry and it sucked.

The moment the wheels touched the tarmac, Erik was ready to get back to Billy. He'd asked Billy to come over to his place so the two of them could catch up on everything that transpired the past two weeks. The only thing Erik really wanted to know about was the attack. He'd heard rumors about it getting fucked up but he wanted to hear it from Billy himself. The one thing Erik wasn't expecting to hear, however, was that Billy had killed someone. Erik wasn't quite able to explain how he felt hearing it. Guilt? Worry? Perhaps a mixture of both with a side of something else. He had never wanted Billy to go through something so traumatic and he was sorry he couldn't be around once he had gotten back to London. Billy didn't seem to mind and was just happy he was back around. Though the two of them hadn't exactly decided the state of their relationship, Erik was more than happy to continue spending time with him.

Today was one of the first days the reconstruction of the club would be taking place. After he'd finished with all his work Erik decided he would visit Billy on his way home. It was the first time he had been to the nightclub since the explosion and it all felt so surreal. Seeing the place in daylight allowed him to see just how much destruction Conor Sullivan had caused. He wouldn't be surprised if the King family decided to do something else to the man later on down the line. Surely he would deserve it. The building had been void of anyone other than Billy, who had noticed him walking into the building right away. Erik smiled seeing the hardhat on his head - something he never thought he'd see Billy wearing. He then teased and joked that he shouldn't be in the place, Erik glancing around. "How much more harm can this place cause me, huh?" He joked, the healing wound on his leg suddenly throbbing.

Erik watched with curious eyes as Billy went to lock the door to the building, alluding to Erik they were the only ones inside. It was the go-ahead he needed to drop the friendly act, meaning he could be as flirtatious and touchy as he wanted. Though a part of his brain was still slightly annoyed by having to be a secret, the desire to see him after so long over-rode it. Billy then placed the hat on his head and stated he was allowed to come inside the building. "Not just safe in the bedroom, huh?" He winked at him, watching as he walked further into the building. Erik remained standing where he was before crossing his arms, listening to Billy speak. He asked if he was there just to see him, which Erik shook his head to. With a serious look and tone, he replied, "Oh, no. I heard there were going to be a bunch of hot women - maybe even men - in hard hats here," he shrugged, "But there's just you. And you're not even wearing a hardhat." His voice feigned disappointment before rolling his eyes, smiling. "I guess you'll have to do. Now, what's the damage?"

Billy ( Pyroclast )

 

[BasDorcha]

(It's late I'll make it pretty tomorrow)

The Royal Taphouse
May Thatcher

May had a fairly quiet week after her and Erik got home. She mostly worked and went home, not going out much. She had been meaning to catch up with Kerry, but so far they hadn’t been quiet so lucky. She had checked in with Darcey if she had heard anything from Christian – though May wasn’t sure if it was for a follow up on the picture, or just because she hadn’t heard from him herself – but quickly found out no news had come in yet. It didn’t bother May to much, she wasn’t in a rush. If she was honest with herself, it was an excuse to speak to Christian. After their night in the hospital, she had hoped to see him again, but hadn’t found a reason. The picture had provided the perfect chance. Sure, she did want an answer, but she didn’t have the highest of hopes.

As they now all sat together at the pub, May wore a very faint blush, as she had been going drink for drink with Darcey. Darcey was obviously better at this game than her because May was already feeling the effects much more than her boss. When the lady went for another round, May actually looked appalled quietly behind her back, shaking her head quickly to decline. Christian’s voice brought a deepening red to her cheeks as she turned her attention to him. A soft smile creased her lips as she nodded in response. “Yes, I’ve been meaning to try and catch up with her… But she looks awful busy at the moment.” May laughed playfully, looking over at her friend and the guy who hated her.

Without thinking, she giggled a tiny giggle and pointed at Alex, “That guy hates me, if you haven’t heard. I’d rather not interrupt them. I kind of hit him the last time we spoke directly.” She tried to hide the smile that formed. “I am glad she stayed though. I’m not really good at making friends.” May fell silent, realizing she’d said too much. Thankfully, Darcey interrupted before it lasted to long.

May nodded but avoided picking up her cup. “Yeah, I do have it. I’ve found the rhythm to it now. Thankfully, all my time in a pub taught me a lot about inventory and keeping up a stock.” She listened as the two talk about Christian coming to work at the Galleria. She couldn’t help thinking that would be nice but was smart enough not to mention it out loud. Fishing ice to eat out of her drink, May sat quietly enjoying listening to them speak.

“If he came to work at the Galleria who would save the damsels in distress?” May seemed oblivious to Darcey’s unease – be it the alcohol or that the woman was a great actress – and seemed to just be enjoying being out.

Mentions:
Misty Gray - Christian/Kerry
Melanin-Gxdess - Alex/Darcey

 

[BasDorcha]

Training Area
Tommy Thatcher​

Tom had a fairly slow week, after what had happened with Aliana Sullivan, Sinead and Liam. He had stayed at the hospital most of the night, silently waiting for an update he wasn’t sure he’d get. Tom knew his Uncle Conor probably didn’t even remember him, but he was the only other family member Tom knew of these days, besides his mother and siblings. He decided he wanted to know if the old man survived or not – and whether he might one day get to catch up with him. Once he had been stabilized enough that everyone started filtering out that wasn’t immediate family or asked to be there, Tom had left too. He hadn’t gone back to visit, but he was keeping an eye on the news and an open ear to those around him for any mentions.

After he left, he had towed the car on to the garage, then headed home and called it a night. For the next week he had intently worked on it to get it back up and running better than ever for the lady. Sinead was related to Syd, he thought, and Aliana. He knew Aliana was related to Shinoa somehow, and in either case, he had good cause to keep the women happy.

When a few days after the tow job Tom got an offer from Leo to do some training with him, Tom eagerly agreed. It had been a little while since he’d fired his guns and got some target practice in, so he looked forward to the training session. He had taken two of his favorite guns with him – a .45 M1911A1 pistol and an AK-47 assault rifle. He had arrived a little early then James and Leo and took a few rounds solo, putting pretty circles in the head and chest in a tight bunching. When his companions arrived, he put his to the side, open for use, but focused more on what Leo needed.

With Leo’s last set of shots not quite hitting he mark, he walked closer, examining the holes. “Well, firstly lots of practice. Outside of that, you aren’t far off. Try focusing on just the front sight. Everything else should be a little fuzzy. Also, try to only fire just as you finish an exhale – you move less that way. The thing that used to get me is after I pulled the trigger, I released too quick, causing my hand to jerk. I had to learn to release the trigger slowly, so it kept the gun in the starting position.” Tom looked around the old farm lot that now hid the illegal gun range and admired the beauty of firing weapons in the open. He missed this part of his military career.

Mentions: BloodThunder27 - Shinoa
Melanin-Gxdess - Ali/Leo
Misty Gray - Conor/James

 

[Misty Gray]

Benjamin Reznik's House
~ Fairview, Dublin ~

Benjamin Reznik​

As he laid across the sofa, Benjamin's attention was partly on the movie that was playing on the television but mostly his mind was elsewhere whilst being nowhere in particular. "Kneel before Zod..." the voice on the television for the moment reclaimed his full attention. Benjamin managed a sad smile. He knew if Aidan were with him right now, he'd have been watching Superman II for sure. The man had got Benjamin to join him on many a trip to the cinema and he'd been a fan of films like the Superman or Star Wars ones.

Hearing the firm knock at the door, Benjamin let out a groan and made no effort to move from the sofa. He rolled onto his back and gazed up at the ceiling as he toyed with the idea of ignoring whoever was at the door. However, he knew he couldn't hide away forever. Hell, he probably couldn't hide even if he did try with the mob all over the place. He had no doubt Conor's employees were aware he was back home now as Aidan's property was likely one of the places under surveillance. If it was Adam at the door, he knew the man would let himself in one way or another anyway. If it was Lorelei at the day, then he told himself she wouldn't put up with his behaviour for long and he felt bad for keeping his distance now.

Benjamin let out a sigh before getting up and walking towards the door, tidying his hair and smoothing out his shirt along the way. He unlocked the front door and pulled it open. Having been laid around with the curtains closed all day, the sunlight outside felt blinding, causing him to tightly close his eyes for a moment before slowly reopening them. When he did open then, his gaze met Kurt's, right before he had to rub his eyes with both hands as they were clearly deceiving him. However, when he looked again, there was no doubt it was his father standing in front of him. "I..." he began, his heart suddenly racing in his chest as he tried to process the fact Kurt was standing on his doorstep. After two decades, he was looking at his father outside of a prison. Benjamin briefly glanced around and received confirmation there were no prison guards hovering around either. "Hey, Dad..." Benjamin began, a lump in his throat stopping him from getting any more words out. He was clearly stunned and partly questioning if his grief was causing him to hallucinate. "Dad!" he finally gasped, a smile growing as he processed the familiar sound of his father's voice.

When asked if he was going to invite him in, Benjamin quickly nodded his head and stepped aside. "Sure. Yeah. Come in," he told him, clearly lost for words despite having so many words and questions flooding his mind in that moment. Once Kurt was inside, Benjamin proceeded to lock the door behind them out of habit, for security. Then, his own mind questioned his own actions and the fact Kurt had been locked away in prison for the last 20 years. He then quickly unlocked the door again and stepped away from it, clumsily backing into the nearby cabinet and having to quickly catch a vase he'd knocked before it fell over. Carefully standing the ornament back upright, something clicked in his mind and he stopped fumbling around, instead turning to look directly to Kurt who was standing right by him in the hallway.

"Dad!" Benjamin said, his voice cracking as the reality finally set in. He outstretched his arms before tightly wrapping them around his father's torso. Years of being separated and kept apart by the prison officers. Years as a child unable to properly hug his father. It had all built up to the point where Benjamin almost didn't want to let go now, and he certainly didn't care that they were both grown men. Reluctantly, Benjamin released Kurt from his hug and took a few steps back, tears now rolling down his cheeks. The younger man had shed many tears over the last eight days, but this time, the tears were not those of loss and grief, they were the product of precisely the opposite. "Shit..." he began, using his sleeve to wipe his tears. "I can't believe you're here. What's going on, Dad?" he asked, suddenly realising his father's presence had to come with a catch. Was it some kind of temporary reprieve? Was it somehow linked to Aidan's death?

Benjamin led Kurt into the lounge where he quickly proceeded to draw open the curtains then move aside the rucksack he'd left dumped on the floor in the centre of the room, now feeling embarrassed for shutting himself away. "So, this is Aidan's place... my place, now," he told him, but soon placed his hand over his mouth as he choked up. "Dad, Aidan's dead," he told Kurt, not sure if his father knew, but also still trying to come to terms with the fact himself. "I don't know what to do," he admitted, tears now streaming down his cheeks. "I wasn't strong for Mom and now I'm letting Aidan down too. Please tell me you're staying. I can't lose anyone else... Aidan died right in front of me and I couldn't--" he stopped, quickly shaking his head, unable to speak as his sobs took over him.

Pyroclast (Kurt)

 

[Pyroclast]

The Mercury Nightclub Building Site
~ Bethnal Green, London ~

Billy King​

Billy was doing his best to keep a straight face while they joked, but he only lasted a few seconds before Erik made him laugh. Unable to fully suppress his smile, he could only do his best to play along while still sounding serious. "Oh, well, that's 'cause I sent the women home," he said, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. "Not really my type. And the men…well, they just didn't really compare to you, so…"

After a whole lifetime of feeling disgusted by and in denial of his own homosexuality, Billy still didn't find it easy to describe himself in such direct terms. As such, he had never actually come out to Erik and by making his attraction to him known in more demonstrative ways, he hoped he wouldn't have to. He could think of many ways to show it, but saying it was different. However, there was one thing he wanted to tell him, something he had never said to anyone before. The longer he let it sit with him, the harder it became to talk to Erik without wanting to give in and say it out loud.

Erik told him to show him the damage, and Billy made his way over to him, stopping at an arm's length away. He reached forward and took Erik's hand in his, gently pulling the man closer before turning around so they were both facing the room. "You're lookin' at it," he said, his voice dropping now that they were standing so close. "It ain't safe to explore too much yet 'cause they can't stabilise the building 'til it's been swept."

He could feel Erik's warmth radiating into him as he rested his back against the man's chest, and let himself relax into it as his eyes scanned the remains of the club's interior. Still holding Erik's hand in his, Billy led him a few steps forward and pointed to the back of the room. "But I was thinking that corner for installing your pole," he teased. "And maybe up there, hanging some cages from the ceiling for the shirtless dancers - you'd get the biggest one, of course." Throwing a smile over his shoulder, he guided Erik around a corner, kicking aside bits of rubble that were in his path. "How about a hidden door, that only you and I know about? I could build a secret den in here somewhere, Erik. Spencer never needs to know…"

Eventually they came to a less affected section of the club, where the toilets were. Billy opened the door and walked inside. It was dim inside, lit only by a fire safety bulb which illuminated the room in a red glow. Billy hoisted himself up onto the sink and pulled Erik to stand in between his legs. Looking up into the man's eyes, Billy reached up and removed Erik's hard hat, placing it blindly on the sink beside him before running a hair through Erik's hair. "You are gorgeous," he whispered, his expression fully serious. The red safety light acted as mood lighting and, combined with the silence around them and Erik's close presence, Billy felt calmer than ever. "I know we ain't really talked about it, but…I want to be with you. I wanna be yours. I wanna be the only man you go home with at the end of a night and the only man you think about in bed." With one arm sliding around Erik's waist, Billy reached up with his other to caress the man's cheek. "I'm…I'm in love with you."

As soon as the words left him, Billy's heart started to pound and a whirl of butterflies fluttered through his stomach, leaving a giddy smile on his face. "You made me realise that I was never really into women, even when I was shaggin' them and datin' them and all that. But now, when I'm with you, I feel more free than I've ever been. I still don't know how to live this way, Erik, but if we could do it together…I wouldn't want nothin' else."

Sweeping his hand to the back of Erik's head, he leaned up and kissed him. "I love you," he whispered through a smile, their lips having barely parted. With no one else there, Billy let himself fall deeper into the moment and locked Erik in a deep, passionate kiss as his fingers slowly worked to unbutton the man's shirt…

Interactions
Melanin-Gxdess Erik

 

[Misty Gray]

The Mercury Nightclub Building Site
~ Bethnal Green, London ~

Spencer King​

Spencer had been walking for nearly an hour from the pharmaceutical company when he reached Bethnal Green. He could probably walk the streets with his eyes closed by now, and even though he did have them open today, he'd been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't paid attention to the route he was taking home. But no amount of thoughts could prevent him from stopping in his tracks when he reached what was left of his beloved nightclub. The area around the burned out building was sealed off from the public, still a health and safety hazard until it would hopefully soon become a construction site. He felt drawn to the building, perhaps fuelled by his dejected mood and thoughts even deeper. The site ahead of him had been one of the key motivators in the plan to kill Conor and seeing it now was a further reminder of how much the Irishman should have been killed just over a week ago.

As the owner of the club, Spencer granted himself access to the building site. Since the explosion, he'd only seen the exterior of the building, so now he was keen to see the rest and figure out if there really was any hope of rebuilding - Billy had certainly seen positive about the prospect. Fishing out the bunch of keys from his pocket, Spencer found the right one and unlocked the door to gain access inside the burned out building. Although he was careful where he stepped, he wasn't deterred by the potential instability of the building and so continued deeper inside without seeking out any safety equipment.

When he reached the main area of the former club, he was able to work out exactly where everything had once been - the bar, the stage, the dancefloor. More than that, he could clearly work out exactly where Harper had been crushed by the falling debris. He remembered the area where he'd been helpless to step in and save one of his customers from being killed when the ceiling collapsed. Carefully sitting down on a pile of wooden beams, he took a moment to gather his thoughts. The mess around him felt symbolic of the chaos that continued to build in his and his family's lives. If Bruce's words were anything to go by, had Spencer now made things even worse for his loved ones? Trevor would have abandoned everything for much less, he knew that much...

Spencer was distracted from his thoughts as he heard sounds coming from nearby. As he focused, he could clearly hear male voices coming from the direction of the club toilets. Carefully standing up, Spencer reached behind his back and retrieved the handgun that was concealed in his belt. Gripping the handle, he kept the weapon hidden at his side as he quietly approached the door. As he got closer, he was able to make out the words coming from a male voice: "...I wouldn't want nothin' else."

Placing his free hand against the door, he slowly and discreetly pushed it partially open. "I love you," he heard the familiar voice whisper. Spencer looked into the toilets to see his youngest brother sat up on the sink with his face up close and personal to another man. Pushing the door open fully, Spencer realised Erik was the other man. Billy passionately kissing Erik and moving to unfasten the man's shirt momentarily stunned Spencer into a shocked silence. "Billy?" Spencer suddenly spoke up to alert them of his presence. "What are the f-- Jesus Christ..." he spoke in a loud, exasperated whisper. Running his hand over his hair, he stepped out of the toilets and turned his back to the door, allowing it to swing closed. Giving his brother and Erik chance to compose themselves; fasten up buttons if needed, Spencer tucked his gun back into its holster.

Spencer chewed his bottom lip as he waited for the pair to come out and join him. Nothing seemed to add up in that moment. Billy was in love with a man? In love with Erik, no less?

Melanin-Gxdess (Erik)
Pyroclast (Billy)

 

[BloodThunder27]

~Bradley Beckett: Beach Cameo~

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Thursday, July 18th, 1985| New York City, New York | Mid-Afternoon - Humid, Cloudy, Rainy

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Coney Island Beach | Brooklyn

Although he was supposed to serve time on Riker's Island for the next fifteen years, disgraced student athlete Bradley Beckett found himself serving only a little over three and a half months, being a week shy of four months. Although he was not in for long, the men that he had served time with, James Porter, Kurt Reznik and James Edwards, had all left Riker's Island one by one. The two James' left at the same time by pure coincidence and he spent a little bit of time with Kurt, who had left recently as his own prison sentence came to an end. Following Kurt's departure, Bradley found himself alone with Nicholas on Riker's Island. Not long after though, his Father had pulled some strings for him to have another hearing the District Attorney...

As he reflected on his time in jail, despite it being significantly shorter then it was supposed to, Bradley was glad to be back on the outside. While he was saddened that Kurt, James and Edwards were all gone, he had hope that he would see them again. One way or the other, surely their paths would cross once more, right? As both Kurt and James had mentioned previously that they had Family outside of New York, it was likely that they both had left the Country. The rain splashed a little on his face and his arms as he looked at the waves crashing against the shores. After proving that the drugs in the car were not Bradley's and he had zero intent to distribute them, Bradley's freedom was partially secure. Now he was out on probation, which was gonna be a lengthy one since he didn't serve even one year on Riker's Island. The weapons found were stashed (though some of it was given to Edwards, Porter and Reznik on their way out of New York) and when a time would come, Bradley would retrieve them in his time of need. As for the car, as part of a back-alley deal, it was turned over to the NYPD as evidence for another case. However, as the deal was made my Mr. Beckett, the condition set by the District Attorney was that Bradley would be on probation for the next four years following his release and if he were to violate his Probation in any way, he would be sent straight back to Riker's Island to serve whatever else remained of his Prison Sentence and that he was prohibited from leaving the state. To make better use of his time, he agreed to return to the University of New York, where he began school prior to his fall from grace.

Closing his eyes briefly as these thoughts continued to ride through his mind. "Wherever the three of you are...I wish you well and...I hope we'll see each other again soon." He sighed as he put his hands in his pockets, continuing to look out to sea as the warm rain continued to splash onto his face and into his hair.

"You ready to go, Son?" A voice asked, prompting Bradley to look back.

He nodded. "Yeah, Pop. I'm ready." He said before walking away as the waves continued to crash onto the shore.

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

King's Pub
~London~
Darcey Hargraves

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Darcey may have missed May shaking her head to decline another round, however, when she returned to their group it was becoming clear she didn’t need it. So to help her out, Darcey slid the glass from in front of her. She’d caught sight of Alex with Kerry before he had caught sight of him and when he made eye contact he gave her a little wave. Darcey returned it in kind as Alex turned his attention back on the woman he was with. Darcey turned her own attention back on the two people she was with, sliding down a bit in her seat to get a bit more comfortable. It wasn’t in the slightest lady-like but neither was Darcey. She much preferred comfort over anything else and if that meant slouching in her seat then so be it.

She was happy that May had been picking up on everything relatively quickly. It meant she was able to focus her efforts else where and be wherever she needed to be. Being able to rely on someone competent was a huge relief and weight lifted off of her shoulders. She let out a slight laugh when May asked her who would rescue all the damsels in distress if they were to take Christian. Darcey couldn’t help but agree with the thought, nodding her head. “You make a good point. Tires and engine parts aren’t nearly as exciting nor as lucrative as your PI work,” she said lightly, trying to take her mind off things. Christian quickly responded to her question, stating he was ready to start whenever he was. This made Darcey genuinely laugh - Christian more than likely sharing the feeling of exhaustion she had been feeling as of late. After all, Bruce had the poor man running around digging up all sorts of dirt on people and keeping it to himself. Darcey too, for that matter. However, he stated that he was stuck where he was for the time being. “That reminds me,” she said, gesturing towards him, “I don’t think we know much about you.“ She then teasingly smiled at him, turning to May. “Do we May? He probably knows things about us we don’t even know and yet we’ve got nothing.” Turning back to Christian she shook her head. “That’s not fair.”

Darcey was taking a sip from her glass when Christian stated she wouldn’t be able to match what Bruce was paying him. She nodded her head in agreement put her glass down. “Of that I’m sure. My pockets are deep, but Bruce’s are significantly deeper.” Her head nodded at her statement, thinking about it. On a few occasions Bruce had offered to help her out when it came to finances - investing in her business but Darcey had refused. Not only was Bruce’s money his, but she wanted to build her empire on her own with no help. After all, it was the reason she had sacrificed so much of herself and her life for. “So May, how was New York? Was it your first time going overseas?” She asked, not wanting to think about business or anything unpleasant until the meeting was due to start.

Christian ( Misty Gray ) May ( BasDorcha )

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

The Mercury Nightclub Building Site
~Bethnal Green, London~
Erik Snowden

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Billy’s smile had been contagious - breaking Erik’s own serious grin into one. Erik shook his head at Billy’s comment placing his hands on his hips. “You’re just tryin’ to flatter me, aren’t you?” He asked. It was clear how Billy felt about him and how difficult it was for the man to admit it at times. It was why he knew that whenever Billy said something so cheesy he actually meant it and it wasn’t a game. Though Erik still had worries and reassurances of his own he would need, one thing was sure - Billy only had eyes for him at the moment and vice versa. He watched as Billy walked over towards him and grabbed his hand, explaining the state of the building. Erik didn’t know much about construction or architecture for that matter, but he nodded his head as if he had. If what he said was as straightforward as it sounded that must have meant things were worse than he’d originally thought. “I was told the Sullivans were destructive, but fuckssake,” he said, shaking his head.

Ever since the night Trevor had shown up, Billy had become extremely affectionate and physical - seeming as if he had to be touching or near Erik at all times. Erik wasn’t one to complain and though he was sure he may hate it later, he was enjoying it at the moment. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed the back of his hand while watching and listening to him point out the different areas of the club. Billy informed him he was going to put in stripper poles and cages just for him and Erik couldn’t help but laugh. “Does this mean you’re puttin‘ me on payroll? ‘Cause it’s about time you did. I’ve been showin‘ you my tricks for free and that just ain’t fair,” he joked, Billy leading him around a corner. He mentioned a hidden room just for the two of them and Erik glanced at him. “Giving up on our sex cage at the storage unit? I was lookin’ forward to that.”

Erik was unsure of where Billy was taking him, but considering he didn’t have anything to do for the rest of the day he followed. “Just where are you takin’ me, Billy King? Not gonna murder me or somethin’?” His inquisitive mind continued to follow Billy into the bathroom, his eyes immediately looking up towards the red light. “Oh, you’re definitely trying to kill me,” he muttered under his breath. It took him by surprise when Billy decided to sit on the counter - pulling him between his legs. In all honesty, it had been something Erik imagined a dozen times before. Now that he had the real thing, he was excited. His heart was beating in anticipation of what was to come and as Billy complimented him he smiled. Placing his hands on either side of the sink, counter, Erik leaned into Billy. He was about to say something flirtatious when Billy beat him to it - the words leaving his mouth something completely unexpected. Billy was basically asking to take their relationship further, solidifying it and putting a title on it. As happy as that made Erik to hear, he couldn’t help but worry. Did this mean Billy would be coming out of the closet or did Erik have to keep being a little secret?

The moment Billy confessed that he was in love with him, those worries were shoved to the back of his mind. For once he had been caught off guard, his face turning red. “You- What?” He stammered, not breaking eye contact. “Youse, not fuckin’ with me?” Billy made it clear he wasn’t as he further confessed his feelings to him. Erik felt like a kid - giddy with excitement as he smiled from ear to ear. He had waited a long time for this and had nearly reached the point where he was about to give up. Now? Now he was glad he had waited. “Yeah, I’ll do this with you. You don’t have to worry about anyone hurtin’ you, alright? I’ll take care of them,” he seriously whispered. Erik returned Billy’s kiss in kind, caressing his cheeks in his hands. He chuckled hearing Billy admit that he loved him, his heart fluttering at the sound. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” Erik whispered back, their lips locking once more in a passionate kiss. Erik's hands had left Billy's face to help him unbutton his shirt.

Only to stop immediately when he heard Spencer's voice. The man startled him and Erik quickly stepped back - a few buttons on his shirt remaining unbuttoned. The excitement he'd felt had now turned into fear as he created space between himself and Billy. He'd been in the position multiple times in the past and they had never gone well. It either ended with Erik in the hospital or the perpetrator. In the time he spent working with Spencer he never thought he'd be the sort of man to suddenly go off in a rage because of something like this, but he couldn't be too sure. Erik looked nervously between Billy and Spencer, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he paced the floor. "Well. Fuck. How much- did you-..." He stammered over his words, trying to figure out what to say. In the end, he ended up turning to Billy for help.

Billy ( Pyroclast ) Spencer ( Misty Gray )

 

[Misty Gray]

Dublin Hospital
~ Dublin City Centre, Dublin ~

Conor Sullivan​

Conor managed another weak smile as Aliana gently stroked his hair and reassured him she was okay. When she told him she was glad he was awake, he opened his mouth ready to speak but he was struggling to form the words he needed. He shuffled in the bed, turning his head away from the ceiling light which for now seemed far too bright. "Guess I'm getting old," he finally spoke again. "Could've easily taken on four blokes in the past," he complained.

Aliana telling him to keep his stress levels down reminded him of something he hadn't had to do for a few years. Since taking over the family business, he'd learned not to get stressed or show impulsive aggression, but to approach things calmly, pushing his emotions aside and thinking before acting. Right now, all he could do was let his feelings guide his thoughts and actions. He was glad to hear Leo and Thomas were fine, though somewhat let down to hear the kids had just left.

When he asked about Aidan, Conor was concerned as Aliana softly held his face in her hands. Even in his groggy and uncertain state, he knew that was rarely a sign of good news to come. When she told him Aidan was dead, Conor felt his body tense up, which was accompanied by another increase in the speed of the heart rate monitor beeps. "Fuck... Those fucking pricks." Conor lightly shook his head and tightly closed his eyes as he tried to keep his anger and irritability low. Too much movement and stress wouldn't do anything for his head injury nor his healing chest and ribs. Slowly opening his watering eyes, he searched to meet Aliana's and let out a sigh. "Should've been me dead," he flatly told her.

Conor grimaced through the discomfort as he used his arms to help himself sit upright. "Can you help with-" he began, referring to the pillows behind him that needing propping up. Once comfortable, he stared straight ahead across the room, speaking up as he did. "This must be how Jimbo felt when he watched people dropping dead around him... Tommy, Jackson, and now Aidan. All of those deaths should have been me, Ali. Aidan especially," told her. Turning his head to his wife, he frowned as he choked back his tears. "I've done so much shit I'm not proud of lately, but it's the only way I could try protect us all. But nothing works, does it? How the fuck do snakes like Moretti do it?" Conor let out a frustrated groan. "What I'd give to be pissed out of my head right now, love," he admitted.

Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)

 

[BasDorcha]

Le Hospital
Michelle Romano
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Michelle looked up at the folks around her, seeing one of the family security swapping out with Dermot. Mentally she recalled the mention of an American named Edward, so she assumed that must be him. She nodded a hello from her seat outside the room. “Yes, I’m hoping for some time with Da’ after Aliana is done visiting. I need to speak with her as well.” Michelle shifted a bit awkwardly at mentioning having to speak to Aliana. What she really needed to do was apologize, but the Sullivan’s weren’t exactly known for being good at that.

She stood and paced slowly, walking a few steps away then back with her arms crossed over her middle. The fear that Aliana wouldn’t forgive her was strong, as Michelle was not so cold hearted that she didn’t see the pain on her face when she said it – angry she was, but not cold. She thought about her kids, and how she might feel if they ever said anything like that to her. She hadn’t intended to hurt the woman, she just vented all the stress in one blow in the wrong direction.

“You must be Edward right, the American?” She was grateful for the distraction, stopping near him to continue the conversation. “Must be true what they say about American’s. You’re all a bit mad, otherwise you w’uldn't have joined the war o’er here all willing like. Thought I guess I haven’t room to talk, I just moved back into it.” She laughed a little bit, shrugging it away. She was truthfully questioning her decision at the moment, all she knew is she was glad she didn’t stay alone in Portugal.

She really wanted to see her kids, she was ready for them to come home. Deciding that after her visit today she would find a way to speak to Aliana one way or another, she’d knock that out first before putting her nose all the way to the grindstone to find a job and house and have her kids home. They were old enough to hang out at home alone if she was working, and school would be starting back soon. It was time to bring them home.

Interactions & Mentions BloodThunder27 - Edward
Melanin-Gxdess - Aliana

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Dublin Hospital
~Dublin City Center, Dublin~
Aliana Sullivan​

Ali watched as her husband seemed to shift, turning his head away from the light above him. She figured it was bothering him but didn't know if she was allowed to turn it off. After a few seconds of debating within herself, she turned it off but left the shades slightly open to allow sunlight in. "That better?" She softly asked, rejoining his side. If he wanted the light back on or the shades drawn closed she would otherwise she remained near him. He let out a comment about being able to take on four men at a time in his prime, Ali letting out an amused chuckle. "Is that so," she teased, "Certainly sounds like quite the show - hate that I missed it." Aliana had only ever seen Conor fight in front of her a few times. In fact, the first time she ever truly noticed him was because he was fighting. She didn't doubt that he had been able to do such a thing - considering fighting seemed to be his favorite past-time. "Oof, don't say you're getting old because that means I'm getting old and I simply refuse." She said matter-of-factly. Aliana had been trying to keep things light knowing just how important it was considering the current circumstance. It wasn't good for him in his current state and whatever she could do to keep him stress-free during his recovery she would.

However, with the mention of Aidan, her effort had almost gone to waste. She knew it would cause a strong reaction, but she couldn't just hide the information from him. He deserved to know the truth and the sooner he did the sooner he would be able to heal from it. Her head snapped to the monitor before looking back down at Conor - a worried look on her face. "Baby, please, you have to calm down." The words were easier said than done, she knew, but she was trying her best to follow the instructions of his doctor. At one point in her life, she was also told to avoid too much stress, only for her to end up having a heart attack at a young age. She knew now how important it was to listen to their orders and only wanted him to do the same. However, hearing all of this news at once couldn't have been easy - especially when her husband carried so much responsibility on his shoulders. She watched as he closed his eyes, taking it in and when he opened them again her heart nearly broke. Ali couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him so emotional - when Jackson died, maybe? Either way, it caused her own eyes to get misty.

Hearing him say it should've been him dead, Aliana profusely shook her head. "No, no. Don't say that, do you understand?" Her voice cracked, but she managed to keep her tone serious. With her hands still on his cheeks, she made sure not to break eye contact. "I wish Aidan hadn't been killed, I really do. It's been hard on Benjie and Lori and Thomas and Leo. But it would be even harder if you died too." She used one hand to stroke his hair again while the other remained in its place. "I wouldn't know what to do without you. And even though it may seem like things would be easier without you that's not true." Aliana truly couldn't see herself without Conor in her life. Every time she was ready to give up on their relationship fate seemed to push them back together. She believed the two of them were truly meant for each other - that he was her soul mate and she absolutely would never find anyone like him.

Ali quickly recomposed herself and moved to help make Conor more comfortable. She took his hand in hers as he stared across the room, holding it up to her cheek for her own comfort. He started speaking again, wondering if James had ever felt the way he was just then. When he started listing names, the last one she expected to hear had been Tommy. Jackson, she understood. Aidan, she understood. But Tommy? She could've sworn he'd worked through that and understood it wasn't his fault Tommy had been killed. Sure, if he had been able to control his temper back then it would've been him dead instead of Tommy, but that wasn't what lie in store for him. "You have to stop blaming yourself for things you had no control over. You didn't pull the trigger on Tommy," she said, her breath catching just saying his name after so many years, "You didn't pull the trigger on Jackson. And you didn't kill Aidan. This life is a gamble and they knew that better than most. They were dealt a shitty hand by sneaky dealers who would see you cash in all your chips and give up but you can't."

"People like Moretti have no souls," Ali continued. "Which means they can do whatever they please without their consciences screaming at them. You, Conor Sullivan, do have a soul. And a conscience. Which means you're a person. Not a monster." Ali wiped any stray tear that managed to escape his eyes before letting out a soft laugh. "Jesus, I'm speaking in metaphors like my mother." She smiled at him, bringing his fingers up to her lips. "Alcohol? You and me both. But don't go trying to charm me into getting you some. It. Won't. Work." She paused again, gently letting go of his hand and taking a deep breath. "You fucking scared me," she whispered.


Conor ( Misty Gray )

 

[BloodThunder27]

~James Edwards~

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Dublin City Centre | Dublin Hospital

As the conversation between him and the mystery woman began, Edwards remained at his post by the door to Conor's Room and awaiting Dermot's return. The new Irish Sicario then proceeded to look the woman in the eye when she said 'Da', which caught him off-guard as he never would have suspected that she was Conor's Daughter. Granted he hasn't really gotten the chance to know any of Mr. Sullivan's children yet, only knowing that his Employer had a relatively large family that reminded him of his own immediate family that was back in the United States. Though from what he could recall over the last week or so, this woman was the only one that he's never met or even seen. "I'll let you in once Mrs. Sullivan makes her exit. I just hope there aren't anymore arguments or...or shouting today. I think I've had my fill for the week." He responded, a bit of dread lacing his voice as the last week or so had been chaotic and very much reminded him of his deployment in Vietnam.

As the woman began pacing around the room, Edwards' blood ran a little cold as he began to wonder what the Father-Daughter relationship was like between her and Conor. Given that he has never seen her before today, he could only wonder, were they not on talking terms? Were they estranged? And given that she needed to speak to Aliana as well, he could only pray that it wouldn't get ugly or messy, though chances were it would. Since she referred to Aliana by name and not 'Ma'...or 'Mom', another guess Edwards had was that she was from a previous marriage prior to him meeting the now-Mrs. Sullivan. As his train of thought sped up, he found the lady standing a few feet from him and even looking him in the eye. She was quite beautiful up-close, but considering that they just met...it was NOT appropriate to even consider a relationship...Not that Edwards really believed in Love At First Sight, but that was beside the point.

“You must be Edward right, the American?”

Edwards only nodded as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. "It's Edwards, but everyone just calls me Ed."

“Must be true what they say about American’s. You’re all a bit mad, otherwise you w’uldn't have joined the war o’er here all willing like. Thought I guess I haven’t room to talk, I just moved back into it.”

"Well, don't believe everything you hear. Then again, I'm just one man. I can't speak for all Americans, but I can speak for myself." He chuckled. "This isn't my first war. If I live long enough, maybe it'll be my last."

No, this current war that he was in, was his fourth. His first war, was in Vietnam; his second...Lebanon...and his third...Grenada. He had only been out of the Military for a few months now and he was already taking up arms and fighting a new enemy. It wasn't other Soldiers, Rebel Fighters or any of the sort...This time around, it was Gangsters. Well, at least he'd have a hell of a story to tell once he had kids...assuming he lives long enough to have any. "So, you're Mr. Sullivan's Daughter, huh? You must have been away from home for a while if we've never met before today. What brings you back home, from wherever you were?" He asked, smiling in a cordial manner.

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Interactions: Michelle Romano BasDorcha

 

[BloodThunder27]

~Stella Kwon~

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Dublin City Centre | Martial Arts Dojo

Eight days ago, while she was getting to know one of the newcomers, Ruby, Stella was called to the Hospital following an attack on her Boss, where he had been hurt rather badly as he had to go into emergency surgery. Stella could only remember the disarray and disorder in the waiting room and the panic that made even her own blood run cold. Although she tried her best to stay strong for the other women in the room, as soon as she saw Sinead and Aliana start crying, Stella cried too. Even if she was ice cold, Stella was still one of those people; if a loved one cries, she cries too. The days that followed were filled dread. Business had slowed down a bit as to prioritize the safety of the Sullivan Family and along with other members of the Mob, Stella served Security, rotating with Co-Workers. Today, barely running on six hours of an uneasy sleep, Stella soon made her way to the Dublin City Centre. The last time she was here was the day that Leo and Alianna got kidnapped by unknown assailants. That day still made her shake in her boots and made her blood run ice cold every time she thought about it. Not wanting to fail like that again, Stella started looking into formal Martial Arts training to improve her unarmed combat prowess, as her Colleagues have expressed concerns about how she was often too reliant on her guns and her knives. After doing some research and looking around, Stella decided to set the foundation with Kyokushin Karate, which was said to be the world's strongest Karate as it focused on maximizing damage output, which Stella wanted.

Part of her did feel uneasy about the whole thing, as she knew that Martial Arts was meant for Self-Defense, not for malevolent intent or for revenge. But not like her instructor needed to know that. So for the first time in a while, Stella was entering a place completely unarmed and only wearing a jacket, jeans and a pair of black boots. As she arrived a little early, she took note that the children's class was still going. While awaiting the arrival of her new partner, Ruby, Stella quietly entered the Dojo and took a seat close towards the front row, intrigued. The Instructor only nodded at her, smiled cordially and continued to teach his class.

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Awaiting Arrival: Ruby Miller BasDorcha

 

[Misty Gray]

The Royal Taphouse
~ Bethnal Green, London ~

Kerry Patrick​

Kerry had to focus to stop herself from blushing when Alex told her she looked nicer than usual. Thankfully, he followed up with a teasing comment asking who she was trying to snatch up that evening. She mischievously grinned before cocking her head to the side to gesture towards the group of old men who had been sat in the pub for most of the day. "I knew those guys would be here so I thought I'd make an extra effort and try bag myself a pensioner," she joked. After a small laugh, her eyes briefly lingered on Alex before she lowered her gaze.

Although his response about how he was doing didn't sound overly positive, Alex soon perked up as he assured her he was a champion drinker. "We'll see about that," she remarked. Turning to the bar, Kerry proceeded to order a glass of red wine and waited for Alex to order his drink. She noticed the wave he and Darcey shared but didn't do anything herself as she'd already greeted Darcey, May, and Christian when they first entered the pub during her shift. Still, she felt conscious of their presence and for some reason thought both she and Alex might prefer to be in their own space, especially if any of his family were likely to join Darcey.

Kerry picked her her glass and motioned past the bar where she knew there was a free table. "I don't mind where we sit, but if you want some time away from the others we could sit out of their view," she suggested. "We can't have anyone cramping your style now, can we?" she teased.

Once they were sat at their table, Kerry had a small drink of her wine and then set the glass down on the table in front of her. "How have things been since we last spoke? Are you okay?" she asked him. "It's been weirdly quiet around here all week. Normally your brother's here for some kind of meeting if not to make sure the likes of me aren't slacking," she explained.

Melanin-Gxdess (Alex)

 

[Misty Gray]

Training Area
~ Shooting Range, Dublin ~

James Porter​

After being shot at and watching the weapons warehouse get blown up last week, James wasn't sure how much of what he was doing he could reasonably pass off to Lucy as not being mob business. All he knew was retirement and prison hadn't been good for his alertness. Since then, he'd certainly been putting in more time and effort to his workout routine. Retirement or not, he preferred to feel fit and strong.

The attack at the docks had turned out to be the least of everyone's worries as it had proved to be merely a distraction from a more serious attack. Along with Aidan been killed, Conor had been beaten up and hospitalised. It hadn't been the Morettis behind the attacks, but the Kings. James had some knowledge and familiarity with the Londoners from meeting them on occasions before his incarceration. They'd always seemed like a decent enough, down to earth bunch, but clearly everything had turned sour over the years. Whilst James could reserve judgement as there were two sides to the whole affair, the facts were the Kings had attacked his family and that by default made them the enemy. Aidan was dead and Conor seriously injured, not to mention both Thomas and Leo could have been harmed in the process. James wasn't coming out of retirement and onto Conor's payroll, but he wanted to do what he could to help his family survive their latest war.

One of the ways James had agreed to help his family survive was to aid Leo with his training. Personally, James would encourage his nephew to stay well away from the business and not commit himself to the fate himself, Conor, and their fathers before them had done. It was a near impossible line of work to escape alive. However, Leo wanted to train and James wanted to equip his family with the means to survive. James had started off the training getting Leo used to using a rifle, with Tom setting up their targets. James had demonstrated his own expertise; skills he'd been practising since he was a teenager, way back in the late 1930s. Secretly, James was glad that he hadn't lost his touch on that front and in a way, he was quite enjoying the practice. Admittedly, shooting those targets was preferable to shooting human enemies.

Leo has some tries, showing that as far as his aim was concerned, he had a lot to work on still. If the young man was anything like Conor, James had expected he'd prefer knives and fists to guns, but it certainly didn't hurt to be firearms trained. Leo asked James and Tom how they didn't miss. Tom answered to confirm practice played a big part in it, but also went on to guide Leo with some helpful tips. "What the kid said," James agreed as he stood up to take a break and observe Leo as he would try again following Tom's advice. "And let's keep the Star Wars references to a minimum for now. I still need to catch up on the ones I missed when I was in jail," he remarked. "Give this another go," James instructed Leo, before moving to set up some fresh targets for him.

When he returned to the two young men, James looked Tom over for a moment. "How're you getting on working for my son?" he asked, referring to Syd. "And what's all this about you being related to the Sullivans, then?" he asked. He knew the story already, but that didn't stop him from wanting to hear it in Tom's words. Call it curiosity or call it old habits never really leaving him. James liked to know the intentions of those new around him.

Melanin-Gxdess (Leo) BasDorcha (Tom)

 

[Pyroclast]

The Mercury Nightclub Building Site
~ Bethnal Green, London ~

Billy King​

Everything had gone so well it made Billy want to laugh. To see Erik blush and smile the way he did was endearing, and Billy's heart surged, elated to know that Erik wanted the same thing - that his desire to enter a romantic relationship together was now becoming reality. In that moment, everything was perfect. In his smooth, dulcet accent that made Billy feel giddy, Erik assured him that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt him for being gay, and Billy believed him. Wrapped in a loving embrace, their foreheads touching, it seemed like not a thing in the world could ever make him feel unsafe again.

The events of the last few minutes had seemed so discontinuous, as if they had been plucked from different pages of a book - from rounding off a meeting with a surveyor, to giving Erik a tour of the site, to…whatever was about to happen under the sensual red glow of the bathroom’s safety light. Their breaths grew heavy as passion, love and sexual desire took over, leaving no room left for even Billy to worry about the fact they were still technically in public.

If only he had remained aware of his surroundings, he might have heard the unlocking of the nightclub’s main entrance, or the shuffling of footsteps stepping through the debris, or the gentle creaking of the toilet door… But not even that could break him away from the spellbinding moment he was sharing with the man he loved. That was, until he heard someone say his name.

Billy’s head snapped up to see who it was and instantly the spell was broken. He felt his stomach drop as if he had suddenly fallen from a great height and landed back down on earth, where the fantasy wasn’t allowed to be. Moving quicker than he had ever moved before, Billy jumped off the sink and away from Erik, as if it wasn’t too late to shield Spencer from the truth. He wasn’t sure how long his brother had been standing there, but from the look on his face it was clear he had seen too much for Billy to deny anything.

Spencer’s reaction was far from cool and when he left, leaving the door to swing shut behind him, Billy knew he had to go after him before his brother could go and tell Bruce what he had witnessed. But he was paralysed. Deep down, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his love for Erik a secret from the world forever - Harper and Jeremy already knew, anyway, and now Erik knew and had also returned his feelings. It was starting to slowly come out and with each new person who came to know his secret without reacting negatively, Billy felt a little bit more accepting of himself. Coming out was hard enough, but there was something sickening about being found out. As hard as it was, deep down Billy knew he would have to let his family know one way or another - he just wanted to have been able to do it on his own terms. Now, he just felt violated.

Feeling the panic rising in him, Billy glanced at Erik, who was also visibly nervous. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, running his shaking hands over his head. “No one else was gonna come ‘ere today, I swear - I thought -”

Recently, what comforted Billy the most after something had shaken him was Erik - his embrace, his kiss, his company. But he didn’t dare touch the man now. Gazing at him with guilt in his eyes, Billy struggled to summon any words that might alleviate the tension in the air. Eventually he just made his way to the door, pausing to see if Erik would follow him before daring himself to go forward.

To his relief - and equally, great distress - he found Spencer waiting outside the toilets. He took quiet, almost timid steps into the open space, keeping a distance from his brother. The way the man had looked at him had conveyed exactly what Billy was trying so hard to stop feeling about himself: that mixture of disbelief, disappointment and disgust. With the support of Harper, Jeremy and Erik, Billy had been gradually growing further from his deep-rooted, internalised homophobia and onto a path of self-acceptance. However, to now see those feelings reflected in the eyes of his eldest brother, whom he had spent his whole life looking up to, it was hard not to feel ashamed.

“Spencer,” he said, only because somebody had to say something. His voice was small and weak as he felt himself getting choked up, draining the strength from him. “I’m sorry…” The words he hoped he would never have to say, and the confrontation he hoped he would never have to face, it was all now out of his control. “I - I had to see if it was real,” he admitted. “I thought maybe it’d pass and I wouldn’t have to tell anyone.”

Unsure if his brother would ever come to accept him, Billy didn’t want to make a fool of himself by opening up too much about the new perspective he had on his past experiences with women and men. Swallowing hard, Billy fixed his anxious eyes on his brother. “Look, this is really new to me, too,” he told him. “It don’t have to get out, if you don’t tell anyone. We can keep it quiet and it won't cause any trouble.” Billy looked over to Erik with regret in his eyes, hating that they couldn’t live openly like other people could. Being gay was a challenging enough stigma to deal with, but combined with the reputation they had to uphold for the sake of the family, Billy couldn’t see how it was possible that he and Erik could ever be free outside of the confines of their own homes.

Looking back to Spencer, he feared the man would make some kind of drastic decision in response. “Don’t send Erik away,” he begged, taking a step forward. “He ain’t done nothin’ wrong. We can act like nothing's goin' on and I promise nothin’ will change…just please don’t send him away.”

Interactions
Misty Gray Spencer
Melanin-Gxdess Erik

 

[Misty Gray]

The Mercury Nightclub Building Site
~ Bethnal Green, London ~

Spencer King​

Erik had clearly been as shocked and flustered as Billy upon being discovered by Spencer. The man awkwardly asked him how much he'd seen, to which Spencer had simply replied with the word "enough", before stepping out of the toilets. While he waited for the two apparent lovers to join him, Spencer's mind was racing with thoughts about what he'd just seen. Mostly, questioning how he'd been so in the dark about it and never in any shape or form suspected his brother was gay. Hell, he hadn't exactly expected it from Erik either. From what Spencer could tell, the pair of them had always seemed pretty keen on going out to pick up women. This was a distraction from all of the other concerns weighing him down, but Spencer wasn't sure if he could handle yet more complications to his and his family's lives.

When Billy and Erik joined him, Spencer studied his brother's face, seeing the inner turmoil within him. He hadn't exactly wanted to walk in on the two men himself, but he was sure his own embarrassment at almost catching them in the act didn't quite add up to the worry Billy and Erik were now feeling. His youngest brother kept a distance. He could see the shame in Billy's eyes but with his own shock, he wasn't immediately sure how to sufficiently reassure his brother. This was a big deal, for Billy and Erik more than himself, but Spencer still couldn't help but feel concerned. Homosexuality wasn't seen as socially acceptable, and Spencer had heard of many men been hurt and abused by others for being gay. What if it had been some stranger, some thugs, or even someone they knew with stricter, old-fashioned views who had witnessed Billy and Erik together?

When Billy finally spoke up, it was to apologise to Spencer. He pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a frustrated sigh. "What are you sorry for?" he asked, his tone unintentionally sounding more abrupt than intended. "If it's for fancying blokes, then you don't owe me an apology for that." All the jokes and comments he'd made, not thinking they'd be offensive to Billy because he didn't think they actually applied to him. Comments about enjoying "women's drinks" or casually calling him a "poof" in jest without the actual context for it to be taken literally or offensively. Spencer suddenly felt bad for making such remarks, considering they might be something Billy may have taken personally and to heart all along.

Spencer put his hands in his trouser pockets as his brother maintained the distance. Billy then continued to explain himself, pointing out that it was all new to him. "You and me both," he remarked, briefly eyeing Erik as he did. He wondered if it was all new to Erik too. Spencer's attention was drawn back to Billy as his brother spoke about keeping it a secret so as not to cause any trouble. It wasn't something Spencer was about to go running his mouth off about, not when it was Billy's private business. "Secrets have a way of causing a lot of trouble when they come out like this," he reminded his brother. "But it's not my secret to tell," he reassured Billy and Erik.

When Billy practically pleaded with him not to send Erik away, Spencer was taken aback. His brother seemed to care deeply for Erik, so much that it was causing him significant distress to think that he could be made to return to New York. Spencer shook his head. "Billy, calm down, yeah?" he told his brother, holding his arm out in case he needed to steady him.

"I just need a minute..." he trailed off. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his box of cigarettes and didn't waste any time before lighting one up. Only after he'd taken the first, long drag did he offer one to Billy and Erik. After taking a moment to smoke and gather his thoughts, he plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it between his fingers as he flicked the ash onto the already burned out floor. He blew out the smoke before looking between Billy and Erik. "This is a lot to take in, alright? Until now, I don't think I actually knew any blokes who... well, blokes who like blokes," he awkwardly explained, shrugging his shoulders. "It ain't for me to judge either of you or tell you who you want to be with. None of that changes who you are, alright? You hearing me, Billy?" Spencer asked, looking his brother in the eyes. "You're my brother and it don't change how much I love you. You got that?" he firmly told him.

Spencer took another drag of his cigarette before shaking is head. "It all just caught me off-guard and I'm bloody glad I wasn't a minute later," he joked, despite his serious face not changing to reflect the humour. "I'm worried, that's all. I suppose you both know how dangerous this is." Spencer flicked his cigarette butt onto the floor and stamped it out under his shoe. He looked to Erik directly. "I'm gonna hazard a guess your boss ain't got a clue about this? Moretti don't strike me as the open-minded type, nor one to want business and pleasure mixing. In fact, I'm not sure how he or Bruce would react to this," he admitted.

Melanin-Gxdess (Erik)
Pyroclast (Billy)

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

The Mercury Nightclub Building Site
~Bethnal Green, London~
Erik Snowden

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For years Erik had become more than comfortable with his sexuality. Most people who had gone through what he had wouldn't be. They'd want to go on pretending as if they weren't until they actually believed it; until they were living a lie for the rest of their lives. It was what Roger - Erik's father - wanted Erik to do. Despite never telling him, Erik was sure Roger knew the truth about him; he had to have. Otherwise, why would he have treated Erik the way he had when he was younger? Erik had been convinced of this for years despite Ava trying so hard to assure him he didn't. Roger was a lot of things but he wasn't blind. But unfortunately for Roger, Ava accepted him and since the two were as close as they were that was all Erik needed to live his truth unapologetically. He wasn't going to let his trauma and the things his father did dictate his life. In many ways, Erik's chosen way to live his life was a big "Fuck you," to Roger.

As the years passed and his interactions with people who were like him grew he understood not everyone was like him. In fact, he was something of a special case and had only met a handful of like-minded people. Most people he ran into were like Billy, hiding who they were from the world. Because he'd been judged his whole life, Erik knew better than to do the same. Not even could let people's malicious comments roll off their backs and he respected that. The only time he would ever judge another person would be if they insulted him. All bets were off at that point and it usually ended up with someone getting arrested or put in the hospital. However, when it came to Billy, Erik would never. He cared about more than anything in this world. And while it sucked that it had taken this long for him to come into himself, Erik was still glad it eventually happened. Billy was different from anyone he'd ever met and therefore Erik was willing to wait and see what would happen. Unfortunately, what happened was Billy prematurely living his truth in front of his brother.

Billy apologized to Erik and as he picked his head up from the ground, he could see how worried Billy was. Erik didn't necessarily care about who knew he was gay - hell, if someone had simply asked, "Are you gay," he would answer it by simply saying, "Yes." He knew how dangerous it was; how risky it was to go around admitting to being a homosexual but he refused to continue conforming to society. If someone had a problem with it then the problem was something deeper, wasn't it? It had to be. "It's- It's fine," he said, though he continued to pace the floor. He wasn't worried about Spencer finding out he was gay. He was worried about the reaction that was to follow. What if Spencer was one of those people who had a problem with it? How would he treat Billy? Would it get physical? Just the thought of it made Erik's heart beat faster in anticipation of what was to follow.

Billy hadn't been the only one unable to make eye contact. Assuming things were about to go back to what they were or something even worse made it nearly impossible. Left alone for a few seconds in the bathroom Erik looked up at the mirror and shook his head. "Here we go again," he muttered to himself, being no stranger to being caught with someone who wasn't out yet. After finally buttoning up his shirt he followed Billy out of the bathroom to find Spencer still hanging around. The three of them all seemed to have the same idea - keeping distance from one another. Maybe it was easier to help process everything if they all had a bit of space. Billy led the conversation with an apology and Erik couldn't help but close his eyes. He was preparing for the worst. A lie or two maybe, but what followed next surprised him.

Spencer wasn't... Mad. He wasn't attacking them verbally or maliciously. In fact, despite how uneasy he seemed to be it was more concern than anything radiating off of him. He was telling Billy he didn't have anything to apologize for and for the first time in his life Erik was shocked. The man was taking the fact that his younger brother was gay surprisingly well and Erik had to applaud him for that - but, maybe another time when tensions weren't so high. Instead, he leaned his back against the wall and shoved his hands in his pockets while listening to Billy continue speaking. For some reason hearing Billy say they didn't have to tell anyone stung. His head quickly turned to look at him before looking down, slightly nodding. Of course he wasn't ready to go telling people; not even the people close to him. What did he expect? Billy had just come to terms with all of this himself not too long ago. That meant having to be his little secret longer than expected and if he were being honest with himself, he wasn't sure if he would be able to.

Lost in his own thoughts Erik had nearly missed Spencer's supportive and encouraging words to Billy and the latter's plead to not send Erik away. Erik politely declined Spencer's cigarette offer, saying, "I don't smoke," out of nervousness. Watching the way he interacted with Billy made him smile before letting out a breath of relief. He hadn't even been aware that he was holding it in for so long. "You don't have to worry about that," Erik finally said, trying to reassure Spencer's concerns. "I've um. I've dealt with it enough when I was a teen to know how to deal with a coupla putz like that." He was still unable to look Spencer in the eye. Now that he knew the man wasn't some sort of close-minded bigot the remaining nervousness stemmed from being caught about to have sex with his brother.

At the mention of Gabriel, however, he was suddenly able to get over that nervous feeling settling in his chest. "Nope and I'd like to keep it that way if it's all the same to you. Gabe's not exactly known for being the most... Understandable of men; T ever tell youse the shit she had to deal with him? An' that's his daughter." Erik started fidgeting with his fingers when business was mentioned. "You don' gotta worry about that. Billy and I - well, we know how to separate that, don't we?" He briefly looked to Billy with a soft smile before looking back to Spencer. "Look, I...," he paused, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. What he was about to say conflicted with a lot within himself but he knew he had to say it in order to keep things normal. With a heavy sigh, he continued. "We... Don't have to tell either one. Billy and I'll be careful. More careful, that is. I mean, we've gotten pretty good at hiding it, I think, and I'm a professional. I've been here how long and you didn't know I was gay?" With a slightly playful shrug of his shoulders, he let out a brief chuckle. "It won't interfere with anything, that much I can guarantee you because I care about Billy and I can't leave London now."

Billy ( Pyroclast ) Spencer ( Misty Gray )

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

The Royal Taphouse
~Bethnal Green, East London~
Alexander King

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Following Kerry's gaze to the group of older men, Alex made a face and shook his head. "Those old bags wouldn't know what to do with you," he said before pausing. "Ah, but they might end up paying for our drinks so maybe you should give them a bit of attention." Despite his family owning the Pub Alex still paid for the majority of his drinks... When he remembered to, of course. He wasn't always a mooch and since he was trying to be less of an asshole that meant paying his share. Still, if he could get out of it he would do whatever he could to do so.

The two of them arrived at the bar and Alex waited until it was his turn to order. "Wine?" He asked, before turning to the bartender, "She's a classy one, ain't she? I'll take a whiskey neat and then two shots." He shook his head, leaning against the bar counter. "How exactly are you going to out drink me if you've only got wine, by the way. Or, is it because you've got wine that you think you can take me on?" Alex couldn't help but feel comfortable enough in Kerry's presence that he was actually relaxing. It had been a while since he was able to do so, therefore he was going to take advantage of it completely. The bartender then returned with their drinks and shots - Alex beckoning her to take one with him while they were still at the bar. Once the burning in his throat stopped he turned to her as she suggested a place for them to sit. At the mention of any of his family members cramping his style he chuckled. "Full of great ideas, too, aren't you? Let's do it. Besides, I'm not very... Keen on May so the further from her I am the better."

Sitting across from Kerry, Alex settled further into his seat. She'd asked him how things were really going and the smile on Alex's face faltered. The woman had been astutely observant to no fault of her own. Alex traced the rim of his glass with his index finger before taking a deep breath. "It's... Tense. Spence an' Bruce ain't talkin' at the moment. They had words, apparently, and almost came to blows when we got back." With another sigh, Alex dragged his hand down his face before crossing his arms. "He's stressed beyond belief, I think. Juggling all the shit that's happened and a new kid? Gotta be rough. I'm worried about him. He's always been the one to keep his head calm and level but this shit with Trevor, Conor, and Bruce ain't really helpin'." Alex couldn't deny that he felt bad about the things Spencer was going through as of late. It was a lot to carry and he didn't know what - of anything - to say to help him get over it.

Any time Alex had felt overwhelmed with something or needed to get away he would do just that - getaway. Vacations to foreign countries where he could drink his problems away and sleep with whoever was his therapy. Even after having a kid, he hadn't exactly stopped his childish activities, it being recent that he dealt with them at home. But, he knew he couldn't tell Spencer to try and getaway. The man had more responsibilities now and there was no way he would ever step out on Shona. But, it was all Alex had to offer. It was hard not having a helpful solution for someone who had always helped you; especially when that someone was his older brother. All he could offer him was a place to crash and someone to rant to. Alex shook his head, reaching for his glass. "Oh, and I'm suing Savannah for custody of Callum," he added before taking a sip of his drink.

Kerry ( Misty Gray )

Training Area
~Dublin, Ireland~

Leo Sullivan

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Leo listened intently to Tom's advice - more so than he ever had in school. This training to precedence over nearly everything he had ever learned in a classroom. Becoming an engineer seemed like such a minor thing now. It no longer mattered if he finished his final semester or not; he knew what he was going to do with his life now. He had people to protect and he couldn't do that at some university. No, he was going to focus his energy in a way that mattered. His uncle agreed with Tom's words, along with a quip about not spoiling the Star Wars movies. "Hey, 's not me you have to worry about. Despite what she says, Rhiannon is a huge Star Wards nerd so don't let her hear you haven't seen them." He then watched as he stood up, leaving Leo to try shooting once more. The moment James cleared the field, Leo tried to calm himself with a deep inhale - pulling the trigger as he exhaled. Once he stopped pulling the trigger Leo peeked to see that he had done even better this time around and a small smile creased his lips. "Well would you look at that," he said, pushing himself up from the ground, "your advice worked."

Standing up to take a break, he grabbed his water bottle that had been sitting on the nearby table. For a brief second, he hesitated to drink from it - scenes of his attack briefly flashing in his mind. It was just a bottle of water, right? He couldn't drown in it. If he was able to take showers, however brief, he was able to drink from the stupid water bottle. Scowling to himself and the fact that a plastic object was making him anxious, he drank from it. The moment James asked Tom about his relations to the Sullivan name, Leo choked and sputtered. The water had gone down the wrong pipe and Leo was trying to cough it back up. The bottle dropped to the ground as Leo keeled over, holding on to the table for support. It took him a few tries and a few breaths but he was soon able to stand upright, shaking his head. "What?"

Hearing that there may have been another unknown member of the family was shocking. However, the way James presented the information made it seem as if Tom had known and said nothing. If that were the case there was about to be a problem. "So, wait. How long have you known this?" Leo's voice sounded accusatory, unsure of how he should be reacting to the whole thing. The two of them had been spending time together working in Syd's garage and he'd never brought it up, so it felt suspicious. Situations like this always came back to the time Kerry had deceived his parents, resulting in the death of his girlfriend's father, Jackson. A part of him felt like Tom wasn't that type of person, but Leo couldn't be too sure. Leo subtly glanced at the handgun on the table before slowly sliding it off. "Go one then. Explain yourself."

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