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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 5, 2009 13:38:55 GMT 2
Brian shot him a look meaning 'Are you kidding me? I am the pain in the ass?' Then he grabbed the towel with the ice and handed it to him. "Put that on your mouth, smartie."
He turned back towards Vince. "Give me a Jack'n Coke, please. And another one of those."
Seeing Vince here and now brought back a lot of memories about the gang and Mia. How it used to be and how he fucked up. Ever since then he'd been trying to redeem himself and make up for it but letting Letty becoming an informant for Braga was clearly the wrong choice and made things much worse. He regretted it a great deal. Brian should have said no to her but Letty probably would have gone to the FBI herself then.
He sighed and looked at Vinces arm. the tattoo he was sporting was now bigger than it was a couple years back with vibrant colours and shapes. Through the middle ran a long, winding scar. "Nice work, man." He mumbled and put the glass to his lips. The liquor tasted nice-soothing.
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Post by vince on Nov 5, 2009 21:20:36 GMT 2
Vince snorted at the idea of being friend with Brian. Even if they'd both grown up a little from the bickering of the past, it would take a hell of a big thing to make them actual friends. He barked out a laugh at Jack's response.
"You're alright, kid," he grinned.
Vince nodded at Brian's order, glad for a reason to hang around that end of the bar. He was hoping for more information from Brian, not that he was good at asking - and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know, either.
He got the drinks in silence, taking the money O'Connor left on the bar. He followed Brian's gaze to his arm, and he wasn't sure if he was making a dig at him screwing up the heist, or if he was complimenting the new work he had.
Deciding not to fly off the handle just yet, he shrugged. "Turns out my little cousin is a kick-ass inker, she did the new stuff."
He paused for a moment, thinking it over. He was by no means an angel, or a touchy-feely guy. But he'd made an effort to change his life a little, make amends for the sins of his past.
"Can't say I'll ever be happy you came into our lives," he began slowly, trying to put it right. "Doesn't matter that you were trying to do the right thing, you still screwed us over. But I have to say this, and listen close 'cause it's only gonna happen once."
"Thanks for saving my life back then. I hadn't earned it from you, but you still risked your ass to save mine. Which is why I haven't started pounding your face. Yet."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 5, 2009 22:30:04 GMT 2
Brian stopped drinking but left his glass at his lips when he heard Vinces words. His eyes were fixed on the mans features. He narrowed them slightly when a mixture of pride and resentment filled him. He licked his lips and put the the glass down. For a long moment he wondered whether to smoothtalk Vince or just say straight out what he was thinking. Doms friend never held back with his own thought and probably didn't want Brian to either. Plus Brian wanted him to know where he was standing.
"You can be glad it was me, who they send to bring you in. Any other cop would have put the cuffs on Dom and left you hanging on that damn truck so the driver could shoot your thick head off." His blue eyes became an icy stare. Then he drank the rest of the Jack'n coke and added. "Aside from that I always thought you are a cool, loyal guy with awesome driving skills but a bad job attitude. It seems like that changed now." He kept his eyes on Vince even though his brother must have been quite surprised by now. So if your still holding a grudge against me let's go outside. If not let's move on."
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Post by vince on Nov 9, 2009 14:03:42 GMT 2
Vince watched Brian for a moment, thinking over his options. A part os him - a large part - wanted nothing more than to let out all his anger and frustrastion from the last few years. But the simple fact was, Brian was right. They'd broken the law, and he'd done what he could to help them.
Grudges were nothing compared to simple facts. He'd learned pretty quick inside that anger for the sake of anger only got you thrown in solitary for a couple days, and that sure as hell didn't make things better.
Plus, Skittz would kill him if he got in another fight that week.
He was still stubborn enough that he didn't reply to Brian's last remark, but he did change the subject.
"So how long have you been back in LA?"
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 9, 2009 15:52:07 GMT 2
Brian took the change of subject as 'peace offer' and was releived. "Good!" The day had been shitty enough and he really didn't want more trouble today. It was enough that Jack had a busted lip, which he was cooling with the makeshift ice pack.
In reply to his question he said. "About a year. And you?"
His hand reached for the beer now since the whiskey was empty. The slight numbness in his head told him it was entering his system now. He lifted the bottle and asked. "So did you stop drinking as well?"
Brians eyes wandered around and he spotted a dartboard on the wall.
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Post by vince on Nov 9, 2009 19:36:06 GMT 2
"A couple months. Since I got out," he shrugged, taking an order from someone next to the blond brothers.
He grabbed a rag to wipe up the spillage, leaving the silent between them.
"Nah," he replied. "But I'm not partying like I used to, don't have the time," he added, gesturing to the bar around him. "Just trying to love straight, y'know. Plus, can't drink on the job."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 9, 2009 19:48:11 GMT 2
"Can you play darts on the job?" Brian looked around. There weren't too many people in the dingy little pub. "C'mon." Then he looked at Jack who seemed to have dozed off. "What about you, bro? Are you passing out on us or something?" He nudged him slightly wondering whether he was just being polite, checking out the only female in the establishment, who happened to be a cougar, or maybe suffered a concussion ealier on.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Nov 9, 2009 21:06:53 GMT 2
With a dazed look in his eyes Jack removed the improvised icepack of his lip. "What?" He'd only listened to the first part of their conversation, but as soon as they became more civil his mind had wondered off to the events of earlier that night. The end result still bothered him. He looked at Brian then at the dart board when he realized that was what he was talking about. "No thanks. You two girls can go right ahead though." With a smile he raised his empty bottle. "After I get another one of these ofcourse." After all that was what he came here for.
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Post by vince on Nov 10, 2009 1:13:54 GMT 2
Vince shrugged his broad shoulders. "What the hell, I think I can swing it," he said.
He just raised and eyebrow at Jack's comment, sliding him another beer over the wooden counter.
He walked out from around the bar, not bothering to check if Brian was following him as he walked over to the dart board.
"Ladies first," he smirked.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 10, 2009 1:22:41 GMT 2
With the beer in his hand he followed Vince to the dart board wondering what had gotten up his brothers a**. He shrugged it off and grabbed a set of darts. First he drank a long gulp. The cool brew ran smoothly down his throat. It tasted great and started to give him a comforting buzz. "So , are you any good at this?" He positioned himself next to the broadshouldered man and looked at the bullseye. "What's the grand price?" then he threw his first dart and barely made it on the board.
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Post by vince on Nov 10, 2009 20:48:13 GMT 2
Vince shrugged. "So-so. Better at pool, worse at poker," he replied, watching as the blond cop squared off against the board. He always ended up giving away his hand at poker, although a couple times he'd glared people into folding.
"Hmmm," he mumbled thoughtfully. "If you win, the rest of your drinks are on the house. If I win, I get the knowledge that I beat your ass," he grinned.
He watched as Brian tossed a dart, and suddenly feelt his chances were a little better.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 10, 2009 20:55:48 GMT 2
Brian just laughed. "Sure, why not. As long as the price isn't a kiss from you." He threw another dart and did a little better this time. The third one was even close to bulls eye. "This guy's pretty good at poker." He pointed at his brother while he drank the rest of the beer. "I'll grab another one, if you don't mind." With that he went over to the bar. "Are you allright, little brother? C'mon over and give us the honor of your presence." Brian mocked and klinked his bottle against Jacks before he went back to Vince.
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Post by vince on Nov 10, 2009 21:22:05 GMT 2
Vince shot Brian a glare, but he was finding it difficult to get mad at the guy when they were just joking around. He just shrugged when brian asked about the beer. He figured he'd be losing from the looks of this, so they might as well start the free beers then.
He took his shots quickly, two were mid-range, the other a little better but still not as good as Brian's last throw. He glared at the board like he could intimidate it into letting him win. It didn't work.
He rolled his shoulders, letting the agennt see when the darts had landed before pulling them out of the cork board. "Might as well join us," he said to Jack, nodding at the board. "It'll take your mind of that shiner you're nursing."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 10, 2009 21:43:39 GMT 2
The next set of darts was pretty bang on and Brian cheered himself on. He was on his way to getting drunk and it seemed like they'd be taking a cab home. He shot a glance back at Vince when he pulled the darts out of the board. "You could put a picture of my face right here." He indicated a circle around the board. "Maybe that would help."
Then he moved out of the way because he didn't want Vince to use his real face as target.
Casually he asked. "Have you heard of anybody in the past couple years? Did anybody visit you?" Brian didn't mean just anybody: He meant somebody very special.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Nov 13, 2009 21:39:39 GMT 2
Jack shook his head at Brian while he followed him towards the dart board, the beer in his hand. While he took a sip from his bottle he examined his brother, who seemed to be well on his way of getting drunk, before he smirked at Vince. "If you don't mind, I'd rather stay at a safe distance." He nodded at Brian while he added. "Him, alcohol and sharp objects don't mix well and I rather not get a dart in my ass"
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 13, 2009 21:46:22 GMT 2
Brian laughed out loud at the thought. He clinked his bottle with Jack. "C'mon, sis. Join the game if you don't want anything in your a**!" It was pure fun to jank Jacks chain. Plus his brother did it whenever an opportunity presented itself. "Maybe you can win some money back here!" He grinned at him. "If you throw better than you drive." Needless to say that that was bullshit. Jack drove quite well for a first timer.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Nov 13, 2009 22:12:42 GMT 2
The taunting of his brother obviously helped as Jack set his bottle on a nearby table. "Is there even any money to win here?" He took his position infront of the board before he threw his first dart and hit somewhere in the mid-section, the second one went in one of the outer rings and with his third throw, he managed to completely miss the board. Well, that was rather embarassing. Without saying a word or even looking at either Brian or Vince, he turned away from the board and grabbed his beer again. Atleast drinking was something he was good at.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 13, 2009 22:55:27 GMT 2
"Not like that, you're not winning any money!" Brian mocked. He nudged his brother and held out his hand. "Give me one of your smokes!" Then he watched Vince throw his next set of darts, which was pretty damn good. "20 bucks? It's not gonna get you off the hook but maybe you could buy yourself a pair of jeans without holes in them!" Brian had a great time drinking and throwing darts. He was even happy to see Vince.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Nov 14, 2009 0:26:27 GMT 2
"Thank you captain obvious!" Jack took a swig from his beer before he looked at Brian funny. "I thought you quit" He shrugged and pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, handing them over while he smiled. "You want me to light one for ya, sweetheart?" Then he took another swig, which finished the bottle, while he watched Vince's game. He was good, much better than Jack. Hell, they both were. "What's wrong with this one?" Brian's comment made him look down at his jeans with a frown. He didn't see much wrong with it. They were comfortable and that was all that mattered. "Why don't you show me how it's done. It's your turn, hot shot."
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Nov 14, 2009 0:33:04 GMT 2
His hand reached for the cigarette, which he placed in his mouth and lit it. "To hell with good intentions." He took a deep drag and then handed Jack the bottle before he grabbed the darts. With the fag in the corner of his mouth and its smoke blinding him he squinted and threw more or less without aiming. To everybodys huge surprise it hit the very middle of the board. Brian cheered loudy and jumped up raising his fist in the air. "Yo, baby! That's how you do it." He proceeded to do a little silly dance, jump over the counter and grab another beer for himself and Jack. "Beat that!"
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