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VIRALITY // 08

08 - Play Along

pairing: noah sebastian x fem!oc / nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc

word count: 5.3k

masterlist/intro: here | crossposted: ao3

warnings; irritating moody noah lol, angry/jealous nicholas, alcohol, noah teaching how to play pool, creepy guy at bar, implied past SA experiences, physical fight, blood, love triangle a brewin', 18+ ONLY MDNI

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

VALLIE

Noah somehow convinced me to drive us to a bar down the street from the warehouse where we were brainstorming with Bryan.

“So, remind me why you couldn’t have just driven here yourself?” I asked, looking over at him in the passenger seat of my rental car.

“I don’t have a car.” He replies flatly.

“You’re a world famous rockstar, and you don’t have a car?”

I hadn’t notice just how tattooed his hands are until I catch them moving up and down his thighs. The small action reminds me of ways I soothe my anxiety, especially in stressful work meetings.

“Not ‘world famous’, nobody even knew who we were til last month.” He’s quick to correct me and his grumpy tone makes it transparent that he’s still annoyed about getting kicked out by Bryan.

“Right.” I reply shortly.

I pull up to the small seedy bar Noah directed me to. It’s nestled within a larger strip of restaurants and shops. The random tiny city we’re in is not nearly as busy as LA and the buildings are all rustic and brick.

I’m not even parked a whole minute before Noah has already slammed his door behind him and headed towards the front door. At this point I should just expect to have to babysit every single grown man in this fucking band.

When I walk into the establishment, I’m smacked in the face by thick cigarette smoke and my face twists in disgust. It’s packed for 2pm on a Tuesday and almost every single patron is accompanied by a lit cigarette. I spot Noah at the bar already, just receiving his first full beer.

“A cosmopolitan please.” The words can’t come out fast enough, I need alcohol more than air itself right now. The bartender nods and starts curating my order.

Noah scoffs, “A cosmopolitan really? Could you get any more pretentious?”

“Oh my god.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Could you just shut up for literally like 5 minutes?” Right on cue the bartender places down a stemless martini glass with transparent red liquid. “At least it’s better that some basic ass beer.” I take a long sip of my ice-cold drink and alleviation begins the moment the alcohol meets my tongue.

He finishes the last of his beer and lands it hard on the wooden tabletop. “Fine. Whiskey and Coke please.”

“What is your deal huh, why are we here? What exactly are we doing?” I ask the obvious, finishing my own drink already and gesturing to the bartender for another.

He lifts his new glass, “You’re looking at it, Thornhill.”

My brows immediately scrunch together, “How do you know my last name?”

“You think you’re the only one who does their homework?” He asks ironically. “You do work with us after all.”

Both of our new drinks are halfway gone already with replacements on the way. Getting plastered midday on a Tuesday with my most infuriating client in some hole in the wall California bar was not on my bingo card for the week. But these boys keep surprising me, it’s almost refreshing. Almost.

Noah is quick to get started on the fresh drink in front of him, maybe too fast. The glass hadn’t even hit the table before it was half gone.

The numbing already growing in my fingers reminds me that all I had for breakfast was a green juice. Noah’s eyes travel over the bar and land on something across the room then back on me. His eyes are mischievous and playful, “You know how to play pool?” His lips spread into a competitive smirk.

I raise my brows at him. The man that was just 30 minutes ago arguing with me about music video lighting now wants to play pool?

“You want to play pool… right now?”

He laughs, which makes me realize I’d never heard him laugh. It’s nice. If I wasn’t already so exhausted by his bullshit already, it might’ve even made me smile.

“So, you don’t know how to play is what you’re telling me.” He slips off the stool and grabs my arm dragging me off my own.

“Hey, hey!” I smack his hand off my burgundy blazer, “This is designer, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get your bourbon-y fingers all over it.”

His eyes roll so hard I think they might fall out. “Oh, so sorry princess.” He raised his hands up in defense. “Wouldn’t want to get your Prada dirty.”

While derogatory, the nickname makes my cheeks heat up but I’m not quite sure why. “It’s YSL actually.” I correct him, not that it matters but I guess when you pay almost $4000 for a jacket, it seems like it matters.

“See? Pretentious.” He points at me before going over to the table to set up the game.

I brought our drinks and my bag over to a wooden chair just behind the tables so I could keep a close eye on them. I decide that between the weak airflow in the bar and the sticky surfaces that it would be best to shed the jacket. I slip it off my arms and immediately remember that the blazer was essential to the look, since I only have a black lace corset underneath. But with the 4? 5? drinks I’ve had, I don’t care right now.

“Okay so since you don’t know how to-” Noah turns to look at me and seems to forget his words, he just blinks at me with a deer-in-headlights look.

I step closer to him, “Ya know, it’s not polite to stare.” I say in a hushed tone and poke his pointy nose. Whether or not he is actually looking at me like that, doesn’t matter, my confidence is boosted regardless. Surviving in an industry like the one we’re means walking a fine line between power and control. Men are easy to control when you know how to use assets correctly. And right now, he’s looking at the assets on my lace-covered chest.

“What were you saying again?” I ask, putting my weight on my palms at the edge of the table and leaning forward.

He clears his throat and diverts his eyes away from my cleavage. He directs me to a triangle filled with variously colored balls, some solid, some striped and all with numbers on them. “So basically, you want to get all your designated balls into the holes.” He hands me a long stick, “This is a cue, this is what you’ll use.”

“Got it.”

He perks up a brow above an eye, “You’ve really never played before?”

“Nope.” I take a sip of my potent drink without breaking eye contact with him. “Never thought I’d like it. I’ve watched exes play though. Seemed lame.” I say, sounding more apathetic than I actually am.

“Alright well,” He tugs at the hem of his long band shirt, “You might like it.” He knocks back the last of his drink and holds out a hand to me, “You want a refill?”

I drink the last bit of my own, letting the ice slide down the glass and sit on my numbing lips for just a second before handing it to him. “Please, thank you.”

The minute he leaves me, I become very aware that I’m the only female in the dark bar and every set of eyes is on me. I cross my arms over my chest and retract into myself.

Not long after Noah returns, we start playing. He explained how he “broke” the triangle and he ended up being solids which meant that I’m stripes. After a very bad attempt at hitting a ball, he decided I wasn’t doing well.

“No, no, no.” He waves me off before my stick touches the white cue ball. “Here, I can help.” He rounds the table and stands behind me. I obviously knew he was taller than me, but it isn’t until just now that I realize just how much taller he is than me – the top of my head barely meets his shoulders. And the boots I’m wearing have heels, making me even taller than normal. His sizeable hand runs down my spine and hooks it around my hip to readjust my position. His other arm goes to help adjust my arm that’s holding the stick. I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol, but my skin is burning anywhere he’s touching me and the way his hand engulfs my hip completely sends a buzzing between my legs. His fingertips are mere centimeters away from my core and I am extremely aware of it.

“See, not so bad.” He smiles, pulling away from me and it’s only then that I notice he actually helped me hit the ball.

My eyes linger on him longer than they should’ve. It must be this dim bar lighting and the copious alcohol I’ve had that is making see him through a new filter. His smile meets his eyes and he’s just so…bright. His chocolate eyes are so welcoming and kind, a stark contrast to how harsh and cold they are normally. He’s so much more attractive when he’s not scowling at everything I say.

“What?” He wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no.” I shake the thoughts from my head. “I just don’t think I’ve ever really seen you smile.” I blurt out stupidly. “It’s pretty.”

He rolls his eyes walking over to the other edge, “Shut up.”

“What?” I ask walking over to where he’s lining up his cue to the ball. His tongue his tightly held in thought between his lips.

The cue ball clashes into a grouping and sends balls flying across the table, some landing in holes. “You’re still on your boyband bullshit.” His voice gained his usual attitude once again with a bit of drunken slur.

“What?” I shake my head, “No, no. I’m not talking about that.” I chase after him around the table. “I mean it.”

Though I should’ve taken the excuse he provided himself as to why I was even paying attention to his smile in the first place.

The long-haired boy holds his cue stick like staff looking at me with an unconvinced look. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Vallie.” He says in a deep gravelly voice that almost sounds like a threat.

My eyes widen slightly when I look up at him. “I meant it.” I repeat softly, this time with a somewhat intimidated undertone.

He eyes me beneath a skeptical propped brow like I just told him something completely out of the realm of possibility. “Let’s just get back to playing.” He grumbles and walks over to finish off drink.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Similar to Nicholas, Noah also has a sort of whiplash duality, just different. I see tiny peeks of a sunshine-y Noah hidden beneath his grouchy storm-cloud persona. It makes me wonder what it would take to see more of the Noah that was just joking and smiling with me.

After another round or two and various refills later, I’m winning. Again.

“How are you winning when you just learned how to play?” Noah asks, pushing himself off the pool table. “Are you conning me or something?” His voice now has a thick, noticeable slur to it, but I don’t think much of it.

I giggle, “No. I just like to win.”

He scoffs playfully and grabs his own glass with my empty one. “You sure you don’t want another?”

I bite down on my thumbnail thinking, but ultimately refuse. “Nah I’m good for now.” I’ve hit the fine line of if I have another, I could get sloppy. Sloppy mixed with what I felt earlier with his hand on my hip could get me in trouble.

He nods and heads to the bar. I pull my phone from where I tucked it in the waistband of skirt and rest against the table as I scroll through emails I’d missed. Suddenly, I feel a presence that definitely isn’t Noah’s. It’s larger, meaner, and darker.

“That your boyfriend with you darlin?” Speaks a low southern accent. His words seem harmless, but I can tell by his tone that he’s not.

My eyes rise to meet him, he towers over me about as tall as Noah maybe an inch or two more. He might be as tall as Noah, but he’s about double his size, wide and muscular. His face is angular and sharp, adorned with middle-aged wrinkles. My gaze glances down to notice that he’s holding two drinks, one that looks like the one I’ve been drinking all day.

I keep an arm around my waist, my phone open facing me and prop a brow at him. “Maybe. What’s it to you?” I neither confirm nor deny out of caution.

“Well, I was thinkin’ you could have a drink with me.” He holds out the similar-looking drink. “The bartender told me you’ve been drinking cosmopolitans.”

I analyze the martini glass within a quarter of a second – the red liquid is dull, murky and the ice is bobbing at the bottom. I’ve lived alone in big cities long enough to know not to take drinks from strange men, especially when they look suspicious. I’ve dated enough men to know what this familiar uneasy feeling in my stomach means. My thumb maneuvers slowly and discreetly to my camera app and hit record. I would send my location to someone, if I had someone to send it to.

I smile politely, “I’m okay but thank you.”

As I predicted his energy shifts and he steps towards me, “Oh c’mon pretty girl, it’s not very nice to refuse a free drink.”

The fear coiling around my spine forces me to fake a laugh, “I’ve really had enough, but thank you.”

He steps even closer backing me into the pool table, the curved wooden corner digs into my lower back. The bar is so busy that nobody is taking notice of what he’s doing.

“I don’t think you heard me, it’s not nice to refuse a free drink.” He says lowly within the small space between us. “We could just play a round of pool and have a good time.”

The walls begin to cave in on me and air is vacating my lungs. I’m paralyzed, panicking and my heart is racing so fast I fear it may tear through my ribcage.

From the moment he was just near me I knew, I just knew.

I always know.

“I’m just not interested, I’m sorry.” The words slip from me quickly and I brace for verbal impact.

He bridges the little gap that’s left between us and sets each drink at each side of my hips, caging me in with my arms wrapped around my body and my phone still recording. “You think you’re better off with that toothpick of a date you have?” He hisses.

Right on cue Noah returns, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I must’ve really been working off survival muscle memory because I had completely forgotten Noah was with me until just now.

The mystery man pulls back from me with the biggest bullshit smile on his harsh face. “Oh, I was just offerin’ your friend here a drink.” He raises the drink to him.

I chuckle nervously and wave him away, “It’s alright Noah, it’s fine, he was just being nice.” I scratch my arm anxiously. I want the interaction to be over and I’m not expecting Noah to defend me, he barely likes me as a person.

“No Vallie, I saw him.” He sets down his beer and points a finger at him. “You were being fucking creepy.” His drunken voice is rising, and I’m scared that it’s only going to make the situation worse.

The man chuckles at Noah like he’s a puppy barking at mountain lion. “What is this your girlfriend or something?” He asks as though that it’s something he hadn’t already suspected.

Noah briefly glances at me then back at him, “Yes, as a matter a fact she is.” He states assertively but his poker face isn’t that good. I’m surprised that he’s even gone this far to defend me but I’m appreciative.

He laughs even harder, “Oh you really expect me to think a girly twig like you can pull a girl like her?”

Noah doesn’t skip a beat, “You think a meathead asshole like you could pull a woman like her?”

While Noah is scrawny compared to this traditionally “macho man”, I think that was the manliest thing I’ve ever seen a man do for me.

However, it is painfully clear how drunk Noah is by the way he chooses to get in this huge man’s face.

“You’d better fucking watch it, Toothpick.” He growls in his face, then breaks eye contact with Noah to look over at me. “This pathetic joke of a man is your boyfriend?”

Noah doesn’t waver, doesn’t back down with tight fists at his sides but I can’t take it anymore. I may not get along with him, but he doesn’t deserve to be insulted like this on my behalf.

“Yes.” I say confidently with a straightened back, even though it couldn’t be farther from the truth. “Yes, actually, he is. And I’ll prove it.”

I instantly realize that I have no idea how exactly to prove it. So, I go with the first thing I think of within a split second.

I give Noah a brief look that says play along – though, I’m not sure he had enough time to understand the message because when I stand on my tippy toes, take his face in my hands, and land my lips into his, he freezes.

It feels like time freezes too as my eyes flutter closed and I melt into the kiss. Drunk in this shady bar, in this shitty scary situation, right now, it feels like it’s just me and Noah. In this moment, with our lips locked, the bar is quiet, everything is calm, and it feels really fucking good to win at pool. I can’t tell if the swirling in my tummy is from the panic or from something else entirely.

When I finally pull from him, my brows can’t help but furrow together in confusion. He looks back at me with a similar expression – though it’s hard to really decipher any real reactions in his glazed over eyes.

What the fuck was that?

The asshole is visibly over the charade. “What the fuck ever. Maybe next time you shouldn’t let your slut of a girlfriend leave the house looking like a whore.”

Before I even have time to process what he just said, Noah’s fist swings and crashes into Mystery Man’s face.

“Oh my god.” I gasp and bring a hand over to cover my mouth in shock.

It takes a second for the muscular man to react, his hand immediately going to his now bleeding nose. He doesn’t fully realize his condition until he holds out his fingers covered in blood.

His mean eyes then land on Noah like he’s a bullseye target. “You little fucking shit.” The man charges at him and in the blink of an eye, he’s on top of Noah on the ground just pummeling into his face.

“Noah!” I run over to him, not really knowing exactly what I could do.

Luckily, we’d already garnered the attention of the whole bar, so other similar sized patrons were able to pull the man off Noah before he had time to do worse damage. They drag him to the opposite corner of the bar and they fade into the background with my focus now being on Noah.

“Fuck Noah.” I mutter as I land on my knees near his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I stammer frantically looking around at what I could use to help him. The workers near us must’ve read my mind because they brought over a huge stack of napkins. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

He says nothing and flutters his glossy eyes closed when I start to clean him up. He winces when I dab the blood gushing from his nose. “I’m sorry.” I repeat breathlessly, trying my hardest to keep a panic attack away. He flinches a bit when I try to gently wipe his busted lip. “Sorry.” I repeat again, because what else am I supposed to say to someone who just got beaten up because of me. I don’t dare go near his already swollen eye until I get access to some ice… or maybe some frozen peas.

“Should I call Nicholas? Or Jolly?” I ask meekly, folding the napkin within my hands.

Noah groans. “Nicholas.” He brings his hand to his forehead. “Don’t call Jolly. He’ll kill us.”

There’s something about that word in that statement. I can’t explain it, but it seems so much bigger than just Noah and I.

Before he finishes his statement, I’ve already texted Nicholas. I’m surprised at how quickly he responded and even more surprised when he says that he’s not even 5 minutes away.

“Nicholas is here? He said he’s visiting a friend at a tattoo shop in this strip.”

“How convenient.” He grumbles sarcastically and uses his hand to cover his eyes.

When I return my gaze to him, I notice his bloody and bruising knuckles. “Oh my god your hand!” I gasp and take his hand in mine. I urgently steal the condensation off a nearby beer glass to wet a clean napkin and use it to delicately clean each knuckle. An overwhelming sense of guilt fills my chest, and another even worse feeling wraps itself around my throat with thorns. My heartbeat begins thumping so hard I can hear it in my ears and I’m trying my hardest to steady my now trembling hands.

He peeks an eye at me while keeping the other scrunched closed. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft with an inflection reminiscent of concern.

My eyes begin to burn the minute he acknowledges my panic and only makes everything worse. I focus intently on where the napkin is meeting his skin. “Mhm.” I know the moment I open my mouth to speak any semblance of emotional control would disappear. I discreetly attempt to stabilize my breathing so that it might tether me back to earth.

“Hey,” His brows knit together and lifts himself up onto his elbows. I never let go of his hand. His other hand finds my chin and gently redirects my gaze to him. “What’s wrong?”

My eyes fill with tears but immediately screw shut in a last-ditch effort to keep my composure. I rarely cry and even more seldom do I cry in front of others. And here am I, about to cry in front of the person I least want to.

The lump in my throat is painful and I try to swallow it down in an attempt to keep my tears at bay. “I’m fine, just let me keep cleaning you up.” My cracking voice gives away just how close I am to unraveling. A tear escapes me and I’m quick to wipe it off with the back of my hand.

He sternly but gently grasps my wrist to stop me from continuing. “I’m not letting you keep going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know… a panic attack maybe?” A couple more tears escape, and I swiftly wipe them away. “You don’t deserve this, this is all my fault.” My eyes fall back down to his bloody hand in my own. “You look like this, because of me.”

He sits up more, analyzing. I can feel him dissecting me – even though we’re both drunk, it feels like he can see right through me. “I think it’s more than that Val. What’s up?”

That’s the first time I’ve heard my name come out of his mouth without some sort of insult attached to it. It sounds nice. I wouldn’t mind hearing it that way again.

My breathing is slowing down marginally, and I choose to ignore that his touch might have something to do with it. Surely it couldn’t have anything to do with it, right?

I take a deep inhale in preparation to speak without crying. I hold his bruised hand carefully with both of mine. I keep my attention on my thumb that is grazing across the black ink on his fingers. “Um.” I press my lips together and take another breath through my nose. He gives me my time, doesn’t rush or interrupt. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I hear my own voice crack and it feels like I’m somehow betraying myself by crying. “But, it’s not the first time something like…that has happened.” I blink some tears from my eyes and still focus on his hand. My voice is small and quiet, not the way I ever like to hear it. “It’s not even the second or third. And they’ve all been so much worse.” I let out a sad, sobby chuckle. “Which is why me crying about this is so fucking stupid because this was nothing. Worse things happen to people all the time and this was just some guy being a creep and–“

“Hey,” He rests his free hand on top of my own that were fidgeting more than I’d realized. “It wasn’t nothing. It was something. Something worth getting in a fight for. Okay?”

“It just shouldn’t be this upset over something so small.” My voice is not even a whisper. “It’s my fault.”

Weak

Is the only thing that is repeating in my head over and over.

I could’ve gotten myself out of the situation sooner.

I shouldn’t have frozen up.

I should’ve just taken the drink.

It didn’t have to escalate to that point.

I could’ve handled it on my own.

I shouldn’t be crying.

I was weak.

I am weak.

Weak.

He sits up and takes my chin into his fingers, titling my face up to meet his. The growing swelling all over his face only makes me feel worse. “You’re not stupid and it’s not your fault.” I know he’s trying to keep it together for me, but I can tell he’s struggling to form and deliver coherent sentences. “I don’t need to know any of the other instances to know that you were never stupid or that anything was your fault. Okay?”

I nod but it’s not enough for him. “I need to hear it.” The look in his chocolate eyes is one I haven’t seen in him before. Even behind his drunken daze and black eye, his eyes are genuine, kind, and concerned. A warmth blooms in my chest – it reminds me of when you’re running from the rain, and you rush into the safety of your car. That feeling of reaching a warm, safe place, that’s what I feel.

“Okay.” I reply quietly. “Thank you.”

While Noah is mere inches away from my face with his hand on my cheek, I hear a familiar voice. “What the fuck.” States an already irritated Nicholas.

Our eyes snap up at him and Noah instantly pulls away as if he has something to hide. Nicholas’ eyes shift between us, seemingly trying to decide which to address first.

“What the fuck did you do Noah.” His tone is immediately defensive.

Noah sloppily falls back onto the floor. His eyes go back to focusing on the ceiling. With Nicholas here, he looks unimpressed, maybe aggravated – definitely aggravated. For the person he told me to call, he seems quite unhappy that he’s here.

“No, no, it’s my fault.” I stop him before he continues to blame Noah. “He was protecting me.” I lower my voice into a whisper for the second half, “He helped me.”

“Bull fucking shit.” He sighs then the crouches down to inspect Noah further. He carefully pushes some bloody hairs away from his face, Nicholas’ touch on him is gentler than even mine. He gets a clear view of Noah’s face, it’s adorned with a black eye, a bruised nose covered in dried blood and a gashed open bottom lip.

“Do you think he’ll have to get that stitched up?” I bring up my thumb and chew on a freshly manicured nail.

He tugs at the injured boy’s lip looking at it closer, “No he’s fucking fine.”

While Nicholas is visibly angry, he seems oddly calm, at least calmer that I expected. I suppose it makes sense though, I’m sure this isn’t his first rodeo with a drunken Noah in a bar fight.

He lets go of his lip letting it harshly snap back into place earning a whine from Noah. “Hey!”

Nicholas stands up straight and offers me a hand to get myself up. Once I’m up in front of him, he gives me a once over, probably questioning my outfit of a lace corset and a skirt. “What were you guys doing here?” He questions angrily and closes a bit of the space between us.

“It’s a long story.” Between the alcohol, the fight, and my fading panic attack, I don’t have the energy to go through it all. He goes to argue with me, and I shut him down, mirroring his low grumbly voice. “I’ll explain later.”

His thick brows fall straight, evidently not liking my answer. He takes a moment, as if he’s trying to decide on the next thing to say without pissing me off. “He could’ve gotten you hurt. He could’ve hurt you.”

I scrunch my brows up at him. Sure, I’ve seen Noah storm out of numerous doors, and I saw him get a little abrasive with Bryan earlier, but would he actually hurt someone? Would he have hurt me?

“He didn’t, Nicholas.” I place my hand softly on his chest in an effort to calm him down. “Believe it or not… he saved me.” The sentence surprises even me as I say it.

Skepticism plasters itself across his face. “Saved you from what exactly?”

My eyes flutter to the ground and the same panicky feeling from before spins behind my ribcage. “It doesn’t matter.” I wave away the technicalities. “Point is, he didn’t do anything wrong. You should let up on him.”

He gives me a you’ve-gotta-be-shitting-me look.

The man from before – which I learned from the guys that pulled him away earlier, that his name was Mike – is being escorted out of the bar by two men who look like security guards.

“Oh, so you didn’t just need one scrawny bitch you needed two?” He practically spits at me while wiggling beneath the guard’s grip.

“Excuse me?” Nicholas snaps immediately turning to narrow his eyes at the man.

He laughs, “This one’s even more pathetic.”

I’m not sure why that, out of everything, fills me with the most rage of all. Anger spreads through me like electricity and every cell in my body propels me towards him.

An arm hooks around my waist and recoils me backwards before my fists can reach his body. Even though Nicholas is shorter than Noah, he still towers over me, and I must look tiny in his arms.

Mike mocks me while the guards try to urge him towards the door.

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t fucking talk about them like that!” I struggle trying to escape from Nick’s surprisingly strong arms.

“Hey, hey calm down,” Nicholas hushes me with a little chuckle. “I got you.” His hand gives my side a reassuring little squeeze. “It’s okay.”

Once Mike is completely out of the bar a heavy weight is lifted from my chest and I can finally breathe again. Whether on purpose or by chance, Nicholas’ arm is still wrapped around me, but I don’t mind it. His warmth is comfortable against the frigid air of the bar. It feels nice, like a shelter.

Only then does it occur to me that any sort of panic or fear I was feeling before was soothed by him. In his arms I feel safe, and it reminds me of the way I felt with Noah earlier.

“C’mon asshole,” Nicholas snaps at Noah who’s looking half dead, still laying on the ground.

Noah covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes closed, “I’m gonna need a fucking trashcan.”

“Enough with the dramatics.” Nicholas rolls his eyes, and I can practically feel the impatience and aggravation radiating from his body. “Get the fuck up so I can get us home.”

There is that word again: us.

Us.

It’s a just small detail of wording but for whatever reason, I cling onto it like it means something.

Maybe my time with them won’t be as fleeting as I thought it would be.

next chapter -> 09 - Lavender Haze

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munsonsduchess · 2 years

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Eruption

summary: the kids find out about the baby

w/c: 1,356

warnings: fluff mostly, mentions of sex, pregnancy content warning, swearing, mentions of Eddie being hurt in the upside down

a/n: this one was requested by @guavamoleschickenstrips and I wrote it just before my job interview on Friday. Not beta’d as per usual and if you find any typos or mistakes you can blame my editor. This is part four of the domestic Eddie and wife!Reader. You can find the other parts here:

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Two.

Three.

(Moodboard by me)

Eddie had sent word on his "finest messenger ravens" to the party telling them that their presence was requested at his "domain" for a startling announcement. In reality he'd written a note for the kids and dropped it off with Steve when he went to return some videos you guys had rented who would pass along the message.

Since all the older kids found out at basically the same time about "mini munson" as you'd taken to calling the baby it only made sense for the younger kids to find out as well, at least the hellfire kids anyway. You didn't know much about Wheeler's girlfriend, the psychic child or her adoptive brother with a weird connection to a place you would rather not think about.

You thought about it enough when you saw the scars that littered Eddie's body and you knew how lucky you were that all he'd been left with were scars. There had been a moment when you'd cradled his unconscious body in your arms and prayed to whatever god or demon you could think of that he would make it out of this alive. Those days and nights sitting in the ICU in Hawkins General watching his breathing, fearing the worst.

You pushed those thoughts out of your mind and smiled at your husband as he danced around your trailer singing loudly to the Iron Maiden album playing on his stereo,

"Run to the hiiiiiiiiiils! Run for your liiiiiiiife!"

You laughed at his antics knowing he was excited to share his news with the hellfire club, they were as much his kids as the one growing inside you and honestly you all deserved something good after all the bullshit you'd been through.

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The door to the trailer shook as the sound of knocking reverberated around the small space,

"Baby your kids are here" you called to Eddie who'd gone into the back bedroom for some last minute prep, or so he said,

"Grab the door will you?" he called back, "i'll be out in a second!"

Pulling yourself off your comfortable spot on the couch you bookmarked the page in your book, a sequel novel to a vampire book you'd found in a bargain bin in the city the last time you and Eddie had been up getting new tattoos.

You opened the door and let the kids filter in one after another, they'd all come kitted out in their hellfire shirts and you could see an advanced dnd monsters guide under Dustin's arm, so clearly they thought they were here to play,

"Sit wherever, there's sodas in the fridge or we've got water" you told them, "you're all still too young for beer"

"Is Eddie home?" Mike asked looking around nervously, he'd been slightly afraid of you ever since he met you, which was in stark opposition to Dustin who Eddie maintained had a crush on you from the moment he met you,

"Yeah he'll be out in a second, I'm assuming you guys know why you're here?"

"Um to play dnd?" Lucas asked, he looked around and couldn't see anything set up so maybe that wasn't the reason after all,

"Better than that Sinclair!" Eddie jumped out of the hallway and wrapped his arms around your waist, "I have exciting news regarding our party!"

The boys looked at one another and moved to the edge of the couch. They knew you came to Hellfire when Eddie was still in school and you'd been here reading when they played in the trailer but was their DM suggesting you were going to join in from now on?

"Oh sweet! Are you gonna join in?" Dustin asked you which earned him a snort and a roll of your eyes,

"Nope not me, I'm happy to sit on the outside and observe, and to help plan your inevitable demise"

"Baby" Eddie pouted, "you weren't supposed to tell them they're all gonna die"

"My bad" you shrugged, "but then again, i could be lying" you grinned at the boys who looked as though they might wet themselves in fear and confusion any second,

"Anyway!" Eddie released your waist and twirled you around, "the exciting news does involve the Stalwart Lady Munson"

"Just tell them Eds, they're gonna piss their pants"

"We are introducing one more member to the party, in roughly nine months time" he looked at you like you'd hung the moon, his dimples on full display as he smiled at you lovingly.

There was a chorus of shouts from the couch, and you shook your head. Eddie always did have a flair for the dramatic so you really shouldn't have expected any different from him now,

"You're pregnant!" Mike yelled, "what? How the hell did that happen?"

"Dude" Lucas put his face into his hands at his friends question and shook his head, he had a seven year old sister but still had to ask ,

"They're always having sex!" Dustin clarified, "the last three times I was here they were doing it"

"Last four" you corrected, "we just ignored you and locked the door"

"You know Gentlemen I thought you'd be happier to hear this news" Eddie said scrutinising the boys on the couch, "Wheeler your sister was like the first person to find out and she was thrilled. Harrington too"

"What? Steve knew? He didn't say anything!" Dustin objected, "that's so uncool"

"Yeah well we told him to keep his mouth shut until we could tell you ourselves" you supplied, "you don't have to be as excited as Eddie about the whole thing but you could at least try not to look like I just shit in your cornflakes"

"Does Erica know?" Lucas asked, then grinned broadly when you shook your head. You hadn't heard anything about the younger Sinclair recently so you couldn't say what she was up to or what she knew, "then I'm super happy for you guys!"

You didn’t mention that Max already knew about the baby having been over for her dinner that evening and seen the positive test in the trash and asked you about it. The red head was delighted for you both and offered to babysit whenever you and Eddie needed time alone.

"When is the baby being born?" Dustin asked, "so I know when to plan for"

"Why Henderson, you want a babysitting gig?" Eddie laughed, "Mommy not giving you enough allowance"

"It's a monumental event! The Prince of Hellfire!" he exclaimed ignoring Eddie's jibe, "or Princess I guess"

"Will you still be our DM?" Mike asked, "I mean I know babies take a lot of time and attention"

"Please, you heard Lady Munson. You boys aren't ready for what's coming"

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After the boys left you flopped back down onto the couch. They'd all ended up being incredibly excited about the prospect of Mini Munson all talking animatedly amongst themselves as they left about things they could do to celebrate the birth and Dustin even going so far as to suggest Steve take them to the city so they could buy you a gift,

"Well I think that went about as well as expected" you sighed as you leaned into Eddie, "although I think they're gonna be a little bummed they didn't get to play dnd"

"They'll get over it, besides they're coming back next Saturday when you're at the mall again for your Girls Day Out"

"Are you still mad about Nancy finding out I was pregnant before you? Baby I was puking my guts up in a mall bathroom. She has two younger siblings, she took an educated guess"

"Fine, fine, but I don't want anyone else to see him before me on the day" Eddie pouted, squeezing your middle tightly,

"What makes you so sure it's a him?" you questioned, poking at Eddie's side, "it might be a girl"

"Either way they're a future little metalhead and nerd"

"Oh god that poor baby" you laughed and Eddie frowned at you before assaulting your sides with his fingers, tickling you till you collapsed breathless on the couch,

"I love you, Lady Munson"

"I love you too … nerd"

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elliegoestodownton · 8 months

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So I've been recently to Chicago on holiday and loved the city even more the second time around for many many reasons (theatre, baseball, architecture, the food!). If only I could have stayed... However, visiting Chicago, I obviously went on a little OneChicago location pilgrimage. Any other year, I would have probably found them there filming, but with the strikes going on, no one was around. But it was so great and fun all the same and I'm really glad I did it!

The first night in town I went to Lottie's aka Molly's. It's a really lovely and friendly pub (even kids were there!) and, being a Friday evening, it was in full swing. I managed to get a table and have dinner there. Indoors, it's exactly as you see it on the show. They have done a marvelous job at re-creating it on the sound stage, down to the very finest details like the art noveau style lamp. However, it's not *that* big as a space and I guess it might have been quite difficult to film there with a big cast, crew and all the filming apparatus, besides being quite expensive. Logicistically, it might have been a nightmare, especially if they started to use it for the other two shows besides Fire (speaking of, stop using that ugly Turtles in PD, ok?).

I sampled the Chicago Fire burger for dinner (boy, was it hot! alas no veggie/vegan versions) and the Molly's by Day beer (it was ok). They also have a PD and Med burger.

On a different day, as I was planning to go to Pilsen (check out the National Museum of Mexican Art if there!), I visited the outdoors locations for Fire and PD. First, I went to the Fire Academy, which is THE real academy and, as Chicagoans have a great sense of humour, it was built on the spot where the Great Chicago Fire started. You can enter in the foyer and check a few paraphernalia, including the statue of a rescue dog (miss you, Tuesday 😭). From there, you can also see the corridor that they often use in scenes where the wall with all the badges of fallen firefighters are.

Not far from there, as part of the University of Illinois campus, you can find the 21st District. It used to be a proper district and is now used by the campus police, I think (as someone who works in a uni, it's mind-boggling to me that you should have law enforcement on campus...). There wasn't much movement around there, but you can clearly recognise the steps and entrance.

Last, but certainly not least, Firehouse 51!!! This was probably the most exciting bit for me. It is a working firehouse so when they film they need to work around that. There doesn't seem to be any modification made for shooting as it appears exactly as it is on screen. When I got there, only the truck was in. A couple who was there for the same fangirling reason were also taking pictures and said you could talk to the firefighthers and might go in. I decided not to as they are indeed working and they must be so tired of showing rabid fans (being ironic!) around. If truck was enjoying their time on the couch, who am I to disturb them?

A couple of pictures with my ugly mug under the cut.

#chicago fire #chicago pd #onechicago #chicago med #molly's pub #location location location #chicago #bucktown #pilsen #travels #travelling

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discount-limeade · 1 year

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Slipknot vs. Batman

This is clearly the natural progression from my last Knot review.

So how this is gonna go is, Slipknot are Touring during the Iowa Cycle. Tonight's show is in Gotham City. On the way to the venue, Several things go Awry.

Enter Batman.

Shout out to this Dome shot.

It's Robert Pattinson's Batman Because Slipknot could ONLY exist in The ReevesVerse.

0. Sid Wilson

Shriek

(I'm also gonna give them Villain Names)

Is Shriek the name of the chick from Venom? Guess we'll never know.

Stepping off the buss, Sid is immediately reeking of weed. Batman Took a D.A.R.E. course in grade school and knows that saying 'no to drugs' is Cool. Sid is Taken down With a Swift kick to the back of the Legs. He does not put up a fight.

1. Joey Jordison

Porcelain Prince

You know you like the name. Let's get this going.

Scavenging for some food Around the city, Batman sees Joey playfully punch Corey on the arm. "Violence is Wrong," The Dark Knight Whispers. Stalking his way towards the pair, He swoops in and Punches Joey in the Face. Dazed, Joey Let's out a "What the fuck, Are you Batman ??"

Another punch.

"Why the fuck are you on me?" The Smaller man Asks, Fear in his voice.

"Justice." A third punch is administered and Joey is down.

Corey is stunned as Fuck.

2. Paul Gray

The Filth

There's Already The Pyg.

Paul was Actually Caught up in a Case of Right place, Wrong time. Deciding to Tour the historic City, the Band Was Booked to Visit the Famed Wayne Manor. A few of the Men showed up Early to get a closer look without all the supervision. While the others were busy looking around, Paul was digging inside a Silver closet.

In that moment, the back wall shifted.

Batman emerged from the Shadows.

He'd heard of this new guy from the locals but didn't Quite believe the legends.

He introduced himself.

Batman Swiftly Tased him.

3. Chris Fehn

The Liar

Original, I know.

Stuck in Gotham due to harsh weather conditions, Chris found himself Playing Golf with The Social Elites. Alfred was in attendance that day, a rare day off from watching his Man Child Subordinate.

On a particular stressful hole, Alfred found himself glancing around, quickly spotting the long-nosed mask.

Chris was Jerking his nose nervously.

Seeing an older, clearly more experienced man struggle with the course was not a good sign of things to come. Had his mask been unzipped, he'd be biting his fingernails in anticipation.

Alfred doesn't like the way this guy is looking at him and making obscene Gestures.

After the game is over, he informs Bruce.

Chris is taken out from behind.

He lands one punch Batman's collar bone before he gets absolutely Folded.

4. James Root

The Collector/ Puppet Master

At this point I don't even Care if they're Iowa Era Pictures, you get the idea.

On the night of the show, Jim went into Gotham town Square To get a few Supplies (Tape and Beer).

Walking through the dim Streets, He happened upon a Robbery in progress.

Being a man of Substantial build, He Stepped in.

Taking the Purse from the Would-be Robber just as Batman pulled up.

Using his expert Detective skills, Jim was Obviously the robber and it definitely was NOT the guy running down the alley.

Batman begins his Assault.

Jim put up a good fight, his Ultimate Downfall being a nightstick to the Neck.

5. 133

Iron Spike

Sorry about the filter, I love this picture.

Walking through a crowded area, Craig was Shoved into a few people behind him.

Like a hungry shark, Batman smelled the blood.

Craig Stood no chance, Not that he even wanted to Try.

6. Clown

Reminds me of Chop Top With that hanger, scratchin his head.

Shawn was walking through the city talking at his Normal Loud Volume.

Some guys told him to Shut up.

This was met by audible winces from the accompanying Band Mates as The Clown made his way across the street To Fuck these guys up.

It took almost every tool on Batman's belt to get the man down.

Eventually he was thwarted by the Shark Repellant. It has some sort of chloroform like Agent in it.

7. Mick Thomson

Leather Devil

Once again just going with the mask name because it fits.

Trying to avoid the general public, Mick Found himself in a Quaint bar in the Narrows.

Unbeknownst to him, famed Kingpin Penguin had been tracking the band since they arrived in the city and was Currently approaching the Man.

"Long Night?" A hefty man sat on the stool Beside him. Mick grunted in agreement.

"Do you have a pen?"

Mick was getting Aggravated, he wanted to be left alone, Not sign autographs. Does it look like he has a fucking pen.

A disheveled looking Batman stubbles out of the bathroom at the same moment Mick stands up from the bar.

Penguin claps him on the back. "Maybe next time Micky."

Cobblepot in Cahoots with Slipknot? Time to step in and save the Day.

Mick Simply walks out of the bar before Batman can even think about an approach tactic.

8. Corey Taylor

The Creature

The famed creepypasta "Creature".

Back to Joey's entry.

Corey put up a fight to keep his friend from being beaten up. He jumped on The Bat's Back and tried to draw as much attention as possible to the scene.

He escaped this encounter relatively unharmed.

Taking note of Where his bandages had last been seen, he made it his Duty to get revenge on The Batman.

To be Continued...

Love Bad Fanfic. This didn't go nearly the way I thought it would but that's okay because It's still Exactly what it needs to be.

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jones-friend · 11 months

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I PLAYED SMORE GAMES

Both of these play up to 4 but we only had 2 today. I think they would have been stronger if we had 4 and we are looking to replay them with 4! Brass Birmingham is also the top game on Board Game Geek atm.

Brass Birmingham is not a game I would seek out on my own. Its industrial revolution baron style theming and aesthetic isn’t one I personally gel with, but I was quite taken by the level of interaction in this game. In Brass Birmingham players use cards to expand their empire, building various productions like coal mines, ironworks, cotton factories, etc. Where this game shines is how the board throws everyone together in the thunderdome.

Cities hold 2-4 slots for buildings. Cities are connected by canals/trains. You can spend coal from your opponent’s coal mine building to build your textile BUT doing so can “flip” the tile, turning over your buildings/realizing the potential of your industries scores you victory points and raises your income. The game also has a brilliant market system where players buy cubes off the board for iron/coal, when a new ironworks/coal mine is built you seek to refresh the market first getting money immediately for each spot refreshed. This means if there’s 4 spots open on the iron market and you make an ironworks with 4 iron it immediately empties and flips getting money, income, and victory points in the same move. And that’s not even mentioning the build up mechanic or beer as an industry.

I usually dont enjoy tycoon games but this one’s beyond the normal quash the market. This one is cutthroat and tight, if youre an avid board gamer check it out.

Scarface 1920 got a rougher shake being played with 2 people. It really should be 3-4, there were unrealized chances for interaction here and there but anyways. Scarface 1920 has wonderful theming. The board looks great, the pieces are great, the money tokens are great, the art style is exactly where it should be. Aesthetically the game is wonderful.

Mechanically you’re securing booze and guns during prohibition to sell to various neighborhoods as “public goals”, wresting control of these neighborhoods is an important game mechanic. I imagine with 4 there’s less wiggle room (we just made engines and played badminton with cops). Then players have “private goals” in the form of Jobs. These can give powerful passives or game changing interrupts. Build up your neighborhoods, tune up your “gang” in a deckbuilding component.

I also liked how flexible this game is. Each round consists of players playing till they need to reshuffle. When they do we bump the newsie token closer to EXTRA EXTRA when a news event flips. This is the mob looking to exploit some new happening and it works well in flavor and mechanics. It also means the larger your deck the less often you reshuffle and the less often you trigger EXTRA EXTRA. There’s also a crime meter, as you make bigger moves you attract the attention of cops. Make too many big moves and you trigger a raid. Everyone gets hit by the raid, whoevers closest to the top gets hit hardest. An FBI token raises each EXTRA EXTRA giving you less and less wiggle room for your crimes. Whoever has the most money wins.

The flavor is fantastic with this game. It feels great. Setting up and adding to dealers, flipping nightclubs, in a 2 player setup we saw just about everything but the interactive bits. I’d want to play this again with more people. I do think some cards are especially swingy but it was hard to tell. I do recommend giving it a shot if any of these bits caught your eye!

#Tabletop #board game #board games

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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The Journalist’s Footballer- Chapters Twenty Seven and Twenty Eight (Rúben Dias)

Word count: 2278

Chapter 27:

Rúben

"Babe, I'm leaving".

I turn to see Christina wearing jeans and a blue blouse. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she put on a bit of makeup. She looks too good, and I won't get to enjoy the view.

"Ok. Let me know if you need me to pick you up from the pub".

"I'll be ok, don't worry", she tells me, sitting on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"You look stunning, you know that?", I tell her, moving her face slightly so I can kiss her.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to hear you say it", she smiles.

“You are going to be turning heads wherever you guys go”.

“Sure”, she snorts. “Rúben, honey, you’re too used to going out with models. I’m not one who turns heads”.

“Well, I disagree”, I tell her, giving her a final kiss before she leaves.

I end up watching the final 20 minutes of the match. It’s a 4-0 win for Germany and so England, and all my teammates that play for them, are out of the tournament as well. I’m the first one to send a message to our City group chat, giving them my commiserations.

An hour later, I make my way to my bed. Christina still isn’t back, but I don’t let that worry me. She’s just out having fun. I expected her to be back earlier given the score but maybe that’s the reason why they are out later. Trying to forget the result. I know a lot about that.

Christina

“Nooo, not another one”, yells Pat after Germany scores their 4th goal through Havertz.

“Well, cheers to that”, I say ironically while raising my beer.

After the match ends, a lot of people decide to go back home, while others stay to drown their misery in more beers.

I grab my jacket to make my way out. I need to call an Uber, there is no way I’m calling Rúben to pick me up again.

“Hey”, says Pat, “you leaving?”

“Yeah?”, I say looking at everyone. “Are you all staying?”

“Yes”, says Tom. “But you can leave if you want”.

Oh, bloody peer pressure.

“No, I’ll stay”, I say.

“Good. It’s not like you have someone waiting for you at home”, says Kirby, trying to get a reaction from me.

“Exactly”, I say, putting my arm around her shoulders. “So, who’s paying for the next round?”

Too many rounds later, I finally get home. God, it’s almost midnight.

A part of me thinks I should just go to the guest room and not bother Rúben, but I really want to sleep cuddled with him. Ok, plan. I’ll get ready in the guest room and then go to bed with him.

When I open the door to his room, I see him laying on his stomach. I get into bed as slowly and quietly as I can, but it doesn’t work.

“Christina?”, he says, voice barely a whisper.

“Hi, don’t wake up. Just sleep”.

He then opens both eyes to look at me.

“That’s the opposite of not waking up”, I tell him. “But since you are awake, can we cuddle?”

He doesn’t say anything, just moves so he’s on his side and wraps his arms around me. I do the same and put my head on his chest. I don’t even have time to say goodnight to him before I hear his breathing change. He’s asleep already.

The alarm going off so early is not a welcome sound.

“Nooooooooooooooo”, I groan, putting my head under the pillow.

I feel Rúben leaving the bed without saying a word and leave my hiding spot to see where he’s gone. He comes back a couple of minutes later with a glass of water and some tablets.

“I think you might need this today”, he says, kissing my forehead.

Can he stop being so perfect? Just for a second? My head hurts too much to process it.

“Do you need anything else? I was going to go to the gym now”, he says, trying not to raise his voice too much.

“Cuddles!”

He laughs. “I guess the gym can wait”.

He gets in bed with me again and holds me tight against his chest. I fall asleep immediately.

Chapter 28:

Rúben

The day the English boys come back, the mood is that of a funeral. We all make some small talk but don’t really talk about the World Cup. Still too soon.

“Hi mate”, says John, sitting next to me.

“Hey, good to see you”.

“Yeah. You too”.

But I can see on his face how affected he really is by the heavy defeat. And the press hasn’t been particularly nice to the defenders, even though I don’t think it was entirely their fault. But they always need a scapegoat and they found it in John and Maguire.

“Christina ok? With moving and starting the new job and stuff?”, he asks me, surprising me.

“She is, yes. She’s…great. Doing great, I mean”, I say, trying to not give anything away.

But I can tell John’s eyes are on me.

“Oh, thank God. You’ve already fucked”, he says.

“What? We what?”

“Gotcha!”, he says with a wink.

I look down to tie my shoelaces with John’s laugh as background noise.

“It’s good, though. I was worried you’ll be waiting for months trying to prove a point or something”.

I wish he was wrong but yeah, I was worried about the same thing too.

“Just, don’t tell the others. We want to keep a low profile”.

He raises an eyebrow. “Then you can never be in the same room at the same time. You were already looking at each other with lovey-dovey eyes before, I can only imagine how it’s now”.

Now that there are more players back, we can get as close to normal training as possible. That also means eating together after it.

“Hey! You’re Rúben’s girl, right?”, I hear Kyle say.

I turn to look at Christina, who is staring at him not knowing what to say.

“What?”, she says, looking at Kyle and not at me.

“You are Christina, right?”

“Yes?”, she’s adorable.

“So you’re Rúben’s girl. Nice to meet you”.

“Nice to meet you too”, she says and then leaves to go to the table where Tom and Pat are already sitting.

“She seems shy”, says Kyle, now looking at me.

“More like you made her uncomfortable, Walks”, tells him Joao.

“Why?”

“I’ll explain it to him later”, says John.

“Sorry about that. Kyle is…well, Kyle.”

“Yeah, I see. It’s fine. Just caught me by surprise. I thought only John knew about us”.

“Only John knows. Don’t worry about anything Kyle says”.

I see her turning his head after reading my last comment. When we make eye contact, she smiles at me.

John kicks me under the table. “Low profile my ass”, he whispers.

Christina

“We are going out tonight”, says Kirby, letting herself into the office. We still need to have that talk about knocking.

“What? Why?”

“Because men suck”, she says, throwing herself at my sofa.

“Can’t argue with that”.

“So we are going to go out looking really hot to show them what they are missing”.

“Kirbs, it sounds like we are showing a particular man what he’s missing, not men as a whole”, I tell her, lifting my head from the screen.

“My ex has a new girlfriend”, she says.

“Oh, sorry about that”.

“Yeah, be even more sorry because I’m pretty sure he cheated on me with her”.

That makes me stop typing. I walk to the sofa to sit next to her and hold her hand.

“His loss. What time should I be ready?”

“8.30. I’ll pick you up at Rúben’s”.

“I’ll be ready then. How hot were you thinking about?”

“Scratch that. I’ll be there at 7.30. We are getting ready together”.

Sounds like a plan.

“I’m going for a run”.

“Rúben, you scare me sometimes”, I say, plugging my hairdryer.

“Why?”, he says confused.

“You’ve trained today for two hours and spent another one at the gym. Now you go for a run?”

He just shrugs.

“I mean, I’m not complaining about the effect all that sport has on your body but…”.

I then feel his arms wrapping around my waist, while he starts to kiss my bare neck.

“Well, if you don’t come back too late, I can fit in another workout session”.

That sounds good.

“Ummm”, I mumble, feeling his hand making its way under the towel I’m wearing.

“Was that enough motivation to come back early, then?”, he says with a final kiss on my neck.

“I’m on loyal friend duty, I don’t get to choose when I come back”.

He just laughs at that.

“I should be back before you leave. But if I don’t, say hi to Kirby from me”.

“Will do!”, I say, starting to dry my hair. Should I curl it too? Kirby said extra hot.

Kirby gets here 15 minutes later and we start to get ready. Thankfully, we both wear a similar size, so she can try all of my clothes out too to see if she likes something better than what she already is wearing.

I end up picking a short black skirt and a crop top paired with an oversize blazer.

“Heels or no heels?”, I ask Kirby.

“No heels, you’re already almost a head taller than me”.

We are adding the final touches to our make-up when we hear the door open and close.

“Hi”.

“Hi Rúben”, says Kirby, “come see how hot we look”.

A couple of seconds later, Rúben’s face shows up at the door. “You ready to leave?”

“What do you think?”, I say, getting up and doing a twirl for him.

“You look…eh…you look great”, he says, staring at me.

“Christina, love, you are going to give the poor guy a heart attack”, laughs Kirby.

“Ok, let’s go then”, I say, grabbing Kirby’s hand.

“Bye Rúben!”

“Bye! Have fun!”

By the end of the night, I’m not sure whether we’ve proved anything to any man. Apart from how much Kirby can drink without passing out. It’s a lot.

“I can’t let you go home by yourself. Just come with me”, I tell her, while I try to keep her as upright as possible.

“But what about Rúben?”

“He won’t mind”, I hope. I mean, I know he won’t mind Kirby staying there in her state but well, our post-going-out plans are gone now.

“Ok, the door is open. In you go. I’ll go get the bag you dropped”, I tell Kirby once we are finally at Rúben’s.

When I’m almost back to the door, I hear her scream. “Kirby?”

The scene I find when I get inside the apartment is not one I expected. Kirby is sitting on the floor and Rúben is looking at me confused.

“Why is she on the floor?”, I ask him. “Are you ok, Kirbs?”

“I don’t know. She saw me, screamed and fell”, he says.

“Probably because you’re just wearing your underwear”, I say, laughing while I try to get Kirby to stand.

“Well, I thought it was just you coming back”.

“Uhhhhhhhh”, says Kirby. “And you only wear that around the house. Chris, how have you not jumped on that dick yet?”

I have not drunk as much as Kirby, but I’m still a bit tipsy. And I can’t help but burst out laughing at that.

“Do you want to know a secret, Kirby?”, says Rúben, coming closer to her. “She has. Multiple times”.

“Rúben!”, I say, laughing even harder.

“She won’t remember in the morning”, he shrugs.

Rúben

Christina decided to sleep with Kirby in the guest room, to make sure she was ok. So I don't expect to wake up to her kissing my jaw.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can leave again if you want", she laughs.

"Don't you dare!", I say, switching our positions so I'm on top of her. "I missed you tonight".

"I missed you too", she says before kissing me again. "But Kirby was sick a few times, so it's good I stayed with her".

I mumble a yes, while I keep kissing her neck and chest.

"We can't, Rúben. She'll wake up soon".

I groan. "I know".

I get up from the bed to put some clothes on. We don't want a repeat from last night.

"I'll compensate you later", she tells me. Leaving to go check on her friend.

They both show up in the kitchen when I'm done making breakfast.

"Oh, no vegetables. Good. We don't want Kirby to throw up again".

"He eats vegetables for breakfast too?", says Kirby, scrunching her nose. "I mean, I guess that's the way to look as good as he does but…not sure it'll be worth it. Let me tell you Chris, I'm not forgetting last night's view anytime soon".

"What?", says Christina, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Oh yeah", continues Kirby. "I never told you about how no matter how much I drink, I never forget what happens when I'm drunk. Usually a curse but…it allowed me to remember dear Rúben telling me about you two dancing the devil's tango", she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

I can't help but laugh at that.

"I'm actually relieved", adds Kirby.

"Relieved?", asks Christina.

"Yeah, it wasn't normal for you two to have the hots for each other and do nothing about it. I was worried you had hit your heads against a wall or something. But it's all good".

"Thanks?", I say.

But she just winks at me.

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@munsontm ; ‘ you look awful. ’ ( x )

SOMETHING IN HIM IS PERHAPS TEN MINUTES AWAY FROM SNAPPING . Tommy had wagered ( hoped , more like it ) that sooner or later his head would simply get used to whatever shit this is and stop making a big deal out of it , but between toddlers running rampant and some deadly thing allegedly living in a parallel world underneath Hawkins - cut him some slack , he’s trying really hard to entertain the whole idea without bursting out into manic giggles every twenty seconds or so - he has found that it’s close to impossible to accept anything as normal anymore . it’s a small wonder that he had practically jumped at the chance to go for a supply run for the outcast idiot hiding in a dock house somewhere around Lover’s Lake . ironic , really , for a guy with very little support , let alone lovers left . the Alfa offers a familiar , comforting purr to his ears and even entering the store helps to pretend that not everything may be fucked up entirely . frankly , he’s the perfect candidate for this job . aside from Steve , he’s the only one with a car and the least one willing to get involved . Tommy Hagan , for all intents and purposes , is the polar opposite of Eddie Munson and thus neither had ever properly associated with the other . the brawler and the freak is not a pair that anybody - least of all any member of Carver’s merry little gang of imbeciles - would expect and Tommy , with a bag of groceries and a six pack on the passenger seat isn’t surprised to find nobody following him outside the inner – city perimeter .

the car comes to a rumbling halt on the gravel outside and he swears he can spot a nest of brown hair disappear from one of the windows while getting out . good to know that even imminent danger to his life won’t keep Munson from being a nosy little shitweasel . Tommy rolls his eyes , sticks a cigarette between his lips , and grabs the supplies - and the beer . he casually kicks whatever little knocking – code they had come up with against the door with the tip of his boot and is soon greeted with a screeching door , Eddie’s deer – in – headlights face , and an unexpected you look awful . it’s enough to make him pause , most likely looking hilarious with groceries in both hands , a cigarette dangling from his lips , and arched brows . granted , he hadn’t slept much lately . his diet , too , had largely consisted of cigarettes , and with the usual products out of reach , the usually slicked – back hair is partially falling into his face , but he’d still expect just a touch of gratitude for hauling his ass all the way out here .

“ pot . kettle . ” mumbled around the cigarette still in his mouth while he simply pushes his way past Eddie , offering a charming little “ asshole . ” in passing . the place stinks like murky water , rotting wood , and paint and he wouldn’t be surprised if the concoction had already gone to Eddie’s head , making him even weirder than before . “ y’know , ” he starts , casually dropping the supplies on a wonky – ass looking table and looks almost impressed when the thing doesn’t spontaneously collapse . “ a thank you might be a good response at this point . ”

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Bite into Newark: Lunch Spots Worth a Visit in DE

Nestled in the heart of Delaware, Newark boasts a diverse culinary landscape that caters to the appetites of locals and visitors alike. As the sun reaches its zenith, the city comes alive with the aroma of various cuisines wafting through the air. From cozy cafes to vibrant eateries, Newark offers a plethora of lunch spots that beckon food enthusiasts to bite into the diverse flavors the city has to offer.

1. The Quaint Allure of Home Grown Café

Home Grown Café stands as a testament to Newark's culinary charm. Tucked away in a corner, this cafe exudes a quaint allure that draws patrons in for a memorable lunch experience. The menu at Home Grown Café is a celebration of local and seasonal ingredients, with dishes that span from hearty sandwiches to inventive salads. The casual yet artistic ambiance makes it an ideal spot for those seeking a cozy lunch destination where each bite is a reflection of Newark's commitment to freshness and flavor.

2. Culinary Diversity at Klondike Kate's

Klondike Kate's, with its energetic atmosphere and diverse menu, is a lunch spot that captures the essence of Newark's culinary diversity. From classic American dishes to international flavors, the restaurant caters to a wide range of tastes. Whether patrons are craving a juicy burger, a flavorful stir-fry, or a fresh salad, Klondike Kate's ensures that every dish is crafted with attention to detail, making it a go-to spot for a lunchtime culinary adventure.

3. Iron Hill Brewery: Where Brews Meet Bites

Iron Hill Brewery transcends the boundaries of a typical lunch spot by combining craft brews with a delectable menu. The brewery's commitment to quality extends from its handcrafted beers to its diverse lunch offerings. With a menu that features everything from gourmet burgers to artisanal salads, Iron Hill Brewery invites patrons to savor the synergy between bold flavors and expertly brewed beverages. The relaxed ambiance and communal spirit make it a popular choice for those seeking a lunch spot that blends the best of both worlds.

4. Grotto Pizza: A Slice of Tradition

For those who appreciate a slice of tradition with their lunch, Grotto Pizza is a Newark landmark. While renowned for its delicious pizzas, Grotto Pizza also offers a diverse menu that caters to various preferences. From appetizing pasta dishes to fresh salads, the lunch options are as varied as the patrons who frequent this iconic establishment. The laid-back atmosphere and the savory aroma of freshly baked pizza make Grotto Pizza a quintessential lunch in newark de.

5. Fusion Delights at Santa Fe Mexican Grill

Santa Fe Mexican Grill adds a touch of spice to Newark's lunch scene with its vibrant and flavorful dishes. This lunch spot invites patrons to embark on a culinary journey through Mexican cuisine, offering a menu that features tacos, burritos, and enchiladas bursting with authentic flavors. The colorful and lively ambiance enhances the overall dining experience, making Santa Fe Mexican Grill a top choice for those seeking a lunch that packs a punch.

A Gastronomic Tapestry: Newark's Culinary Identity

Biting into Newark's lunch scene unveils a gastronomic tapestry that reflects the city's culinary identity. Each lunch spot contributes a unique thread to this tapestry, weaving together diverse flavors, cultural influences, and a commitment to quality. Newark's lunch spots go beyond merely serving food; they encapsulate the spirit of the city, creating an experience where every bite tells a story of freshness, innovation, and a passion for culinary excellence.

A Culinary Adventure in Every Bite

What makes Newark's lunch spots worth a visit is the promise of a culinary adventure in every bite. Whether indulging in the local and seasonal delights at Home Grown Café, savoring the diverse flavors at Klondike Kate's, enjoying the brews and bites at Iron Hill Brewery, embracing tradition at Grotto Pizza, or exploring the fusion delights at Santa Fe Mexican Grill, patrons embark on a journey of taste that reflects Newark's commitment to culinary excellence.

Conclusion: Savoring Newark's Culinary Delights

In the bustling city of Newark, DE, lunch isn't just a midday meal; it's a flavorful journey through a diverse culinary landscape. From the quaint allure of Home Grown Café to the energetic diversity of Klondike Kate's, the brews and bites at Iron Hill Brewery, the tradition at Grotto Pizza, and the fusion delights at Santa Fe Mexican Grill, Newark's lunch spots invite patrons to savor the city's culinary delights.

Biting into Newark means immersing oneself in a culinary tapestry that celebrates freshness, innovation, and the rich cultural influences that shape the city's gastronomic identity. Each lunch spot becomes a chapter in Newark's culinary story, inviting locals and visitors alike to explore the diverse flavors that make lunchtime in Newark a truly delightful experience. So, whether you're a local looking for a new favorite spot or a visitor eager to taste Newark's culinary offerings, the city's lunch spots are waiting to be savored, one bite at a time.

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Things to do in Derby: Spring events & festivals

Derby is a fun city to explore and offers great value for money. The city is quite easy to get around and you always feel welcome whether on a long vacation or a short trip. UK’s most central city is home to unique parks, museums, shopping centres, restaurants and much more. Derby is a wonderful place for a cultural and leisure break, and you can also enjoy a variety of events and festivals throughout the year. We recommend adding the following events to your ‘things to do in Derby’ list for Spring 2022.

The Great Derbyshire Beer Festival 1 – 2 April | The Chocolate Factory

This is a must-visit event if you are a beer lover. The brand-new beer event is dedicated to the best keg and cask beers available in Derbyshire. Several breweries including Buxton Brewery, Thornbridge, Derby Brewing Company, Shiny Brewery and Pentrich Brewing will be attending and pouring their own beers. You will get an opportunity to talk to the people who brew your favourite beer.

Well, we are already feeling thirsty. What about you?

Sausage and Cider Festival Derby 7 May | The Chocolate Factory

The world-famous Sausage and Cider Festival is arriving in Derby this May. The festival is heaven for travel lovers to enjoy an amazing evening with live music, delicious sausages, and massive amounts of cider flavours. Did we tell you that there will be a tasty array of drinks on offer including Ciders on tap, Traditional Bag in Box Cider, Beers on tap, Craft beer, Prosecco & Wine + Soft drinks and much more?

We can’t wait to get indulged.

Wing Fest Derby 2022 13 – 15 May | Bustler Market

The event is a celebration of the mighty chicken wing and is part of the world’s largest chicken wing festivals. Don’t miss relishing the best chicken wings the UK has to offer with thousands of lucky ticket holders. Over 10 different street food traders, restaurants and BBQ teams will serve 60,000 wings. A panel of judges will decide who really does do the best wings.

It is time for wings, music, beer and bourbon.

Derby Book Festival 2022 20 – 28 May | Multiple venues in Derby

The annual festival is returning for its seventh year. For book lovers, the festival offers an enjoyable day out with a broad range of book-related events for all ages and interests in multiple venues across the city. This year’s edition will host 70 events at 10 venues. The organisers will be announcing details in April 2022, when tickets go on sale for all events.

The Gin & Rum Festival May 2022 21 May | The Chocolate Factory

Who doesn’t want to be on the UK’s largest Gin & Rum Festival tour? Join the festival in Derby and discover a unique experience that celebrates the best Gin and Rum and promises an unforgettable party. Whether you want to treat yourself to themed Gin and Rum bars or just want to party the night away with award-winning DJs and live entertainment, the festival is for you.

Join the fun and discover a unique experience!

Download 2022 10 -12 June | Donington Park

The UK’s biggest rock festival should definitely make it to your Derby bucket list. Since its inception in 2003, this mammoth five-day event has become a torchbearer of rock and metal scenes in the UK. The festival is located at the spiritual home of rock, Donington Park and a great lineup of legendary bands including Iron Maiden, Megadeth and Korn among others are surely going to enthral you.

Tickets are selling fast. Grab your spot.

SIGNALS Festival 2022 11 June | Crich Tramway Village, Derbyshire

The festival takes place in a unique and intriguing venue set deep in the heart of the Derbyshire countryside. Immerse yourself in an eclectically programmed day and discover a diverse mix of culture, film, and entertainment to fuel your senses. Indie legends The Charlatans are headlining an outstanding musical line-up that includes The Cribs, Tim Burgess and Peaness among others.

This one-day experience is surely going to be inked in your memory forever.

Ideally situated in the heart of Derby, The Stuart Hotel offers a perfect accommodation option for leisure travellers. Derby train station is just a short 5-minute walk away and you have easy access to the motorway networks via London Road (A6). With our free on-site parking and comfy bedrooms, you can relax and go back to your ‘things to do in Derby’ itinerary.

Become a member and explore Derby with us! Gold Members get exclusive discounts on local attractions, restaurants, bars, and much more. Write to us at [email protected] for more details.

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2023 Best Wine Bars in South Florida Area.

1: Bourbon Steak — Aventura, Florida

Bourbon Steak, located in Aventura, Florida, is a top-tier steakhouse envisioned by the renowned chef and restaurateur, Michael Mina. Known for its butter-poached prime cuts, finished on a wood grill, the restaurant offers exquisite dishes, including a 16-ounce Kansas City strip and a grass-fed Florida Wagyu filet mignon.

Seafood specialties are also a part of the menu, along with a celebrated off-menu burger.

With an extensive, albeit pricey, wine list, Bourbon Steak ensures a fine dining experience that stimulates all senses, thereby making it a must-visit spot in South Florida.

2: Fleming’s Prime Steakhouse & Wine Bar — Coral Gables, Florida

Fleming’s Prime Steakhouse & Wine Bar, nestled in Coral Gables, Florida, exudes a contemporary feel with its warm wood-leather decor and an open kitchen. Known for their offering of juicy rib-eyes, filets, and New York strips, they excel not only in their prime meats but also in curating an impressive wine program.

The list boasts hard-to-find American boutique wines and esteemed international labels. They offer 100 diverse wines by the glass, an accessible compilation for both beginners and wine enthusiasts.

With the option of wine flights and a selection of rare reserve wines, Fleming’s creates a foolproof wine-paring experience.

3: Lagniappe — Miami, Florida

Lagniappe in Miami, Florida stands out, demonstrating authenticity that is refreshingly unforced.

A welcoming spot with wrought-iron exterior windows, reminiscent of the French Quarter, boasts a laid-back atmosphere suited for its artsy neighborhood. Lagniappe skips the usual New Orleans Cajun/Creole theme, offering sharable cheese and charcuterie platters or a select few backyard barbecue entrees with cornbread and salad.

Diners order at the counter, choosing from tantalizing options like churrasco steak with zesty chimichurri or seasonal vegetable skewers.

The no-fuss eatery also impresses with its sophisticated wine and beer offerings, not to mention the live bands which enhance its truly enjoyable character.

4: Niu Kitchen — Miami, Florida

Niu Kitchen, located in Miami, Florida, offers a modern culinary experience where traditional Mediterranean flavors meet the contemporary edge of South Florida.

This cozy and creatively designed restaurant is highly acclaimed for its collection of creative, tapas-style dishes, featuring a mix of fresh seafood, meats, and vegetables. With a farm-to-table philosophy, Niu Kitchen is committed to using the freshest, locally sourced ingredients to create vibrant and delicious plates.

The restaurant also boasts a curated wine list, with a unique assortment of selections from Spain and around the world, designed to perfectly complement each dish.

5: Wine Vault — Miami, Florida

Located in Miami, Florida, Wine Vault is a charming wine bar featuring a unique architectural highlight — a pneumatic glass tube elevator that connects the downstairs bar and a snug upstairs lounge.

The space, which gives off a relaxed and romantic vibe, offers a menu inspired by Spanish/Mediterranean cuisine. Playful yet traditional, the menu includes unique dishes such as dark chocolate-dipped bacon and spicy chicken mini-empanadas.

Owner Michael Shapira regularly updates the wine list, ensuring repeated customers never lose interest. With about 50 wine bottles, 20+ wines available by the glass, and various craft beers, Wine Vault is a must-visit spot for any wine aficionado.

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Unveiling the Enchanting Charms of Sarjapur Road: A Neighborhood Worth Discovering

Embarking on a journey through Sarjapur Road, one of Bangalore's thriving neighborhoods, unravels a tapestry of captivating amenities and attractions. Whether you're considering relocation to properties in Sarjapur or seeking a vibrant community to call home, Sarjapur Road offers an abundance of enticing features that cater to diverse lifestyles. Let's delve into the highlights of this remarkable neighborhood and discover why it's a coveted destination.

Education Excellence:

Sarjapur Road takes pride in its exceptional educational institutions. Renowned international schools like Harvest International School, Indus International School, Delhi Public School, Silver Oaks International School, and Oakridge International School offer world-class education, shaping the minds of future leaders. These institutions foster holistic development and instill a passion for learning, ensuring a bright future for students.

Sarjapur Road's allure extends beyond its existing offerings. The forthcoming Azim Premji University, spanning an impressive 600 acres, will further enrich the neighborhood's educational landscape, offering innovative learning opportunities.

Retail Haven:

For shopping enthusiasts, Sarjapur Road boasts an array of retail destinations. The Forum Mall, an iconic shopping paradise, features an extensive selection of national and international brands. Additionally, Central Mall, Total Mall, and Soul Space Arena present a plethora of shopping, dining, and entertainment options, ensuring an unforgettable retail experience.

Medical Excellence:

Sarjapur Road prioritizes the well-being of its residents with state-of-the-art healthcare facilities. Columbia Asia Hospital, Sakra World Hospital, Narayana Health, and Manipal Hospital offer top-tier medical services, backed by skilled professionals and advanced technology. These esteemed institutions provide comprehensive care, ensuring peace of mind for residents.

Thriving Tech Hub:

The neighborhood's proximity to prominent tech parks, including RMZ Ecoworld, Wipro Corporate Office, RGA Tech Park, and Salarpuria Sattva Park Cubix, enhances its appeal among IT professionals. This proximity translates to shorter commutes and a multitude of employment opportunities, making Sarjapur Road an ideal choice for tech-savvy individuals.

Recreation and Entertainment:

Sarjapur Road caters to the recreational needs of its residents with an array of entertainment options. Catch the latest blockbusters at PVR Cinemas and Inox, or immerse yourself in nature's beauty at Kaikondrahalli Lake and Harlur Lake. These serene spots provide tranquil escapes from bustling city life.

Sarjapur Road. also offers a range of thrilling experiences, including the All Sport Olympic Academy, Football Academy, Cricket Academy, Champion Teams Academy, Power Tennis Academy, Horizon Champion Club, GSS Sports Arena, and more. Indulge in the captivating ambiance of trendy pubs and breweries like Iron Hill, La Casa, The Rig, Byg Brewski, and Bigpitcher, where you can sample the finest craft beers the continent has to offer.

Wrap up

In conclusion, Sarjapur Road stands as an enchanting neighborhood in Bangalore, pulsating with a myriad of amenities. Embrace the charm of this bustling locale, and discover the perfect blend of convenience, culture, and community that awaits you on Sarjapur Road.

If you're considering investing in an apartment for sale in sarjapur Road, look no further - we've got you covered! With a remarkable track record of delivering exceptional living experiences for countless families, Mana Projects is proud to present its latest masterpiece: Mana Dale.

Nestled in the heart of this vibrant neighborhood, Mana Dale is the epitome of premium living, offering a perfect blend of convenience and connectivity. With a commitment to evoke a sense of nostalgia, Mana Dale aims to redefine your lifestyle, placing you amidst nature's embrace with its premium 2 & 3 bhk apartments. This exceptional residential development offers a serene sanctuary where you can relish the tranquility of nature.

At Mana Dale, we prioritize delivering excellence in every aspect. Immerse yourself in the breathtaking surroundings, indulge in the thoughtfully curated amenities, and experience the joy of residing in a home that harmoniously blends opulence and comfort.

Mana Dale on Sarjapur Road is more than just a housing project - it's a gateway to a life adorned by the beauty of nature. Experience the rejuvenating essence of a peaceful retreat while remaining seamlessly connected to the vibrant urban landscape.

Don't miss out on the opportunity to embrace a lifestyle that epitomizes both grandeur and harmony. Choose Mana Dale as your perfect abode - where premium living intertwines with convenience and nature's splendor.

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Missouri

Missouri, a state located in the Midwestern region of the United States, has a rich history dating back to the 17th century when French explorers arrived in the Mississippi and Missouri valleys. The state played a significant role in the American Civil War. Missouri is geographically diverse and has an abundance of minerals, such as lead, iron, and zinc. It is also home to unique attractions, such as the Ozark Mountains, the Missouri River, and the Mark Twain National Forest. The state boasts of a unique and diverse ecosystem that comprises prairies, forests, and wetlands. It is home to several endangered species of animals and plants, including the Ozark hellbender salamander and the eastern spotted skunk. Missouri's diverse ecosystem is home to a wide range of flora and fauna, including large mammals like white-tailed deer, coyotes, and black bears, and over 200 species of fish. The state experiences a humid continental climate characterized by hot summers and cold winters. Missouri is also subject to severe weather conditions, including tornadoes, thunderstorms, and flooding. Despite several environmental challenges, including air and water pollution, Missouri has a robust political culture. The state is known for being a bellwether state in presidential elections, with most voters supporting conservative candidates. Missouri's economy is based on a mix of industries, including agriculture, manufacturing, and services. St. Louis and Kansas City are the state's largest cities and economic hubs. Missouri has an extensive transportation network, including highways, railroads, and airports. The state has numerous major bridges and tunnels, and its ports connect it to international markets. The state is home to several research universities and innovative companies in biotechnology, aerospace, and engineering. Missouri is also known for producing several famous people, including legendary musicians Chuck Berry and Scott Joplin, and writers Mark Twain and Maya Angelou. Missouri has a diverse population, with the majority being White Americans, followed by African Americans and Hispanics. The state also has a sizeable population of immigrants and refugees, making it a melting pot of cultures. Missouri is predominantly a Christian state, with the Roman Catholic Church and various Protestant denominations having the most followers. English is the official language of the state, with Spanish and French being the most commonly spoken languages after English. Health challenges in Missouri include a high prevalence of obesity, smoking, and substance abuse. The state has several health initiatives aimed at promoting healthy living and reducing the impact of chronic diseases. Missouri is known for its diverse cultural offerings, including music, art, and theater. The state is home to several festivals and events, including the Missouri State Fair and the Kansas City Renaissance Festival. Visitors to Missouri can enjoy a range of experiences, including hiking in the Ozark Mountains, riverboat cruises on the Mississippi, and exploring the state's vibrant music scene. Some of Missouri's most beautiful cities include Hermann and St. Genevieve, known for their historic architecture, quaint shops, and cultural attractions. Must-visit attractions in Missouri include the Gateway Arch in St. Louis, the Silver Dollar City amusement park, and Mark Twain Boyhood Home and Museum. Missouri has a rich culinary culture and offers a range of food and drink options, including Kansas City-style barbecue, toasted ravioli, and local craft beers. The state has several airports, including Lambert-St. Louis International Airport and Kansas City International Airport, which offer domestic and international flights. Missouri has a unique and fascinating history, culture, and ecosystem that continue to attract visitors from all over the world.

Etymology in Missouri

'town of the large canoes.' The Missouria tribe inhabited the area now known as Missouri long before European explorers arrived. They were a mound-building civilization and were known for their advanced skill in canoe carving. The state was later named after this tribe in honor of their contributions to its history. The name Missouri has several variations in Native American dialects, including "Missourie," "Missoorie," and "Missouria." Today, Missouri is not only known for its rich Native American history but also for its modern culture, scenic beauty, and diverse economy. Visitors to Missouri can learn more about the state's heritage by visiting historical sites, such as Fort Osage or the Missouri State Museum. Missouri's history is reflected in its unique cuisine, music, and festivals, which are infused with a blend of Native American, French, and other cultures that have shaped the state. Town of the large canoes Missouri gets its name from the indigenous native tribe called Missouri or Missouria, which means "town of the large canoes." The tribe was known for their large boats, which could carry up to 20 people and were used for transportation, trading, and fishing. They lived along the Missouri River and were skilled hunters and fishermen. The explorers who encountered the Missouria tribe were impressed by their canoes and the region's natural beauty. Today, Missouri remains a beautiful state with diverse landscapes, from sprawling prairies and lush forests to rivers and lakes, making it a popular destination for outdoor enthusiasts. Missouri is a state in the Midwestern region of the United States. It gets its name from the indigenous native tribe called Missouri or Missouria, which means town of the large canoes. The tribe lived along the Missouri River and were known for their skill in building large canoes that could navigate the river. The French explorers who arrived in the region in the 17th century used the name to refer to the river, and it later became the name of the state. Missouri is also known as the "Show-Me State," a nickname that reflects the state's practical and skeptical nature.

History in Missouri

Missouri has a fascinating history that dates back to the 17th century when French explorers arrived in the Mississippi and Missouri valleys. The state was part of the Louisiana Territory and became a state in 1821 as part of the Missouri Compromise, which allowed Missouri to become a slave state. Missouri played a pivotal role in the American Civil War. As a border state, it was a major strategic location for both the Union and Confederate forces. The Battle of Wilson's Creek, fought near Springfield in 1861, was the first major engagement of the war west of the Mississippi River. The state was also the site of the Battle of Pilot Knob, Battle of Lexington, and the Battle of Westport. After the war, Missouri experienced significant economic growth, and cities like St. Louis and Kansas City thrived. The state's location made it an essential hub for railroads, and it played a crucial role in the development of the West. It became a center for agriculture and manufacturing, and the state continued to grow through the early 20th century. Missouri has also been home to several famous figures in American history, including President Harry S. Truman. Truman was born in Lamar, Missouri, and became the 33rd President of the United States in 1945. He played a key role in ending World War II and creating the United Nations. Today, Missouri honors its rich history with several museums and historical attractions, including the Missouri History Museum in St. Louis and the Harry S. Truman Presidential Library in Independence. Visitors can explore the state's fascinating past by visiting historical sites like the Jefferson City Capitol Building, the Mark Twain Boyhood Home and Museum, and the Ulysses S. Grant National Historic Site.

Geology in Missouri

Missouri is a state that boasts of a diverse geography, and its geology plays a significant role in shaping the state's landscape. The state is located in the Central United States and has an abundance of minerals that have attracted mining activities over the years. Missouri is a leading producer of lead, zinc, iron, and many other minerals. The state's lead production, which began in the early 18th century, has shaped the state's history and economy. Missouri has the largest lead deposits in the entire world. Iron mining has also played a significant role in Missouri's economic growth, with the first iron furnace being established in 1826. The state has several iron mines in the southeastern region, and the iron that is produced is used in numerous applications, including construction, manufacturing, and transportation. Missouri also has an extensive network of natural resources, including caves and springs. The state boasts of having over 6,000 caves and springs, the most famous of which is the Meramec Caverns. The Meramec Caverns is one of the many tourist attractions in the state. Missouri's geology has also resulted in the formation of fantastic rock formations that can be seen in many parks throughout the state. The Ozark Mountains, which are located in southern Missouri, offer visitors a chance to explore the natural rock formations and scenic beauty of the area. Missouri's geology is diverse and plays a crucial role in the state's economic growth and tourism industry. The state's abundant minerals, caves, springs, and rock formations are some of the many attractions that make the state unique and a must-visit destination for geology enthusiasts.

Geography in Missouri

Missouri is a Midwestern state and one of the most prominent in the United States. It is home to many natural wonders, including rivers, mountains, and forests which make it an ideal destination for nature lovers. The state is nestled between eight states, including Iowa, Kansas, Tennessee, Nebraska, Illinois, Kentucky, Arkansas, and Oklahoma. The Mississippi River, which forms part of Missouri's eastern border, has had a significant cultural and economic influence in the region. Missouri's landscape is as diverse as it is beautiful. The Ozark Mountains provide a picturesque backdrop to the state, while the Missouri River Valley gives the state a rich and fertile land. Missouri's most famous forests include the Mark Twain National Forest, which covers over 1.5 million acres and is home to a variety of wildlife habitats such as woodlands, savannas, and glades. The geography of Missouri is perfect for outdoor enthusiasts with a vast range of activities as well. If you love hiking, the Ozark Mountains are a haven of beautiful trails that allow you to explore and take in the natural surroundings. For water lovers, Missouri River with its abundant river routes and beautiful riverbanks provides the perfect avenue for boating and camping. If you want to experience nature's beauty, then look no further than Missouri, where the natural sceneries never disappoint.

Ecology in Missouri

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Politics in Missouri

Missouri has a unique political landscape, with a mix of both liberal and conservative ideals. However, most voters in the state tend to lean towards conservative candidates, especially in recent years. This shift towards the right can be attributed to the state's demographics and the influence of conservative media outlets. The state's political culture is robust, with several notable political figures hailing from Missouri. Some of these figures include former presidents Harry S. Truman and George H.W. Bush, as well as prominent politicians like Thomas Hart Benton and Kit Bond. Missouri is also known for being a bellwether state in presidential elections. This means that the state has a history of correctly predicting the winner of presidential elections. Of the last 29 presidential elections, Missouri has correctly predicted the outcome in all but three. One factor that contributes to Missouri's bellwether status is its diverse population. Read the full article

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picklesabroad · 10 months

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Athens Again

I have made it back to the big city of Athens and we are nearing the end of the Greece chapter of our travels.

I have had a completely different experience in Athens this time around. The accommodation I booked us is in an interesting neighbourhood called Exarcheia. Exarcheia has historically been an area that has housed a lot of the free thinkers, students, artists, book binders, and creatives. It also has been a hotspot of left wing anarchist activity, and has a very healthy and permanent riot police presence. The streets are covered with graffiti, some cool, some menacing and anti-tourist. It was hard to feel instantly at home. Despite feeling unsettled for the first night, we soon realised that the ‘fuck tourists, go home’ graffiti all over the streets only accounted for a small percentage of the local populations views on tourism - the extremists, and for the most part the locals were indifferent to us being there. The clash of graffiti and leafy streets with tavernas and op shops was quite lovely really.

We had a big hill behind our house where we could look out over the entirety of Athens - very cool.

As a side note - the people who were anti-tourist were pushing back against the gentrification of their neighbourhood - namely the conversion of a lot of the student housing in the area into AirBNBs. When we realised what they were fighting for (the place they call home) it made more sense to me why they wouldn’t like us being there.

We had 4 whole days in Athens, in a house with a washing machine and a bit of room to breathe. We read books, pottered in our neighbourhood, and the other two girls went and looked at all the history things.

In Athens, there seems to be a travelling fruit and veggie market that pops up in different streets around Athens every day. You can buy all the fresh produce your heart desires here - some of it grown in Greece and some imported from other parts of Europe - tomatoes and melons from Italy etc. The streets smelled like sun ripened fruit - all of the in season nectarines, berries, peaches and apricots. I bought a wedge of watermelon, a bouquet of dill and some strawberries.

Soph and I found a cool little cafe on our first morning in Athens called Flake, and we had a coffee and a babka (a sweet bready twist thing with Nutella or pistachio cream filling) and we found a guide to Athens which I bought. The guide had some great spots in it which we got straight on to finding.

The spots included a hidden burger bar that was on top of a building with a view of the acropolis. The bar has no signage anywhere or street frontage so it is an ‘in the know’ kind of set up. We had some visual clues in the book and with a little bit of searching found the right spot, in a very inconspicuous office building. We did as the book suggested and jumped in the lift and took it to the top floor, hoping we wouldn’t be treated by a boardroom of accountants when we got to the top, and the book came through! A basic little terrace greeted us with some tables set up, where you could plop yourself down and enjoy a pita/burger, a greek salad, and a beer with a view right out to the parthenon.

One of the other spots was an underground taverna accessed by walking from street level down a steep flight of stairs, through an iron trap door and into the basement of the building below, where tables and wine barrels adorned the space. There was no menu and the staff spoke very little English, so you were served whatever the chef was cooking at the time. We had sardines with lemon, barley and dill soup, chickpeas, and potatoes cooked in tomato. It was delish. Also, red wine that we never ordered. Lovely.

One of the evenings we walked to dinner in the middle of an electrical storm and a bolt of thunder and lightening cracked right over our heads. The Athenians around us who had been so aloof and unsmiling are instantly transformed into screaming, giggling, friendly people. Funny what a bolt of lightning can do.

Our last day, we visited the National Archeological museum which was very cool. There was an entire exhibition dedicated to Egyptian history which was a bit of a welcome change up to the Greek history.

Having a house to ourselves was a lovely treat. I took some time to read a book, have a long, lukewarm/cold shower (the hot water system wasn’t great) and to sleep in.

After 4 busy but good days, we said toodle pip to Stacey and our dear dear greek yoghurt breakfast, and Sophie and I carried on to Istanbul - (where the yoghurt is fine - but she ain’t no Greek).

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Day 9, Tbilisi, 17th May

Today was a free day so we all just lingered over breakfast, chattered and made plans for the day. A visit to the huge flea market close by was on the agenda, plus checking out the galleries/ museums and generally just relaxing and wandering. Some of us managed to do a lot of steps again so after all of our walking yesterday my knees were sore by the end of the day. I spent most of the day walking around the laneways of the old city peaking into the inner courtyards of the buildings. The occupants have a real community behind the walls. Yesterday, Davit, our guide, told us a story about growing up in one of these buildings without electricity and about how his father was very inventive. He made a device to heat water. When the water was hot the word would go out to the other occupants around the courtyard and everyone would turn up at their place in bathrobes often with wood or food and a celebration occurred while everyone was having their hot showers. They were also the only family with TV so again all the other occupants came over. Davit said it was great growing up this way.

Lovely coloured houses.

Beautiful flower market in the city.

Rugs are pretty popular in this country.

Lots of narrow streets.

Love these courtyards.

The Old City of Tbilisi is fascinating to walk around. There are lots of narrow streets with buildings in various conditions of repair. Sometimes the front of the building looks ok but you go into the courtyard through iron gates and the back tells a different story. Hopefully these beautiful buildings can be preserved.

A bright entrance to a cafe.

They have had earthquakes in Georgia so often you see floors and doors out of alignment.

The dog was quite content sitting watching us.

Love the staircase.

Beautiful building on a green square.

These buildings have all been renovated.

Looking up to the Statue of the Mother of Georgia.

I pretend I was taking a photo of the street and captured this monk.

A nice spot for a drink.

There was a lot of people at the Cathedral for a special family day celebration. Mass and then a parade. We happened to come across it.

Parliament building.

A couple of us visited the National Gallery. I can’t say I really enjoyed it. It was a bit overwhelming in size and the number of paintings they had. All Georgian artists. Many were very dark, not in subject matter but colour and very thickly painted. I’m not sure what it was about the Gallery I didn’t like. Anyway!

A bit of Soviet art.

A cool beer at the end of the day.

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The living dead part 3/3

Hm... just to say if you don't realize a this point, I didn't intend to make a happy ending If you have a sensible soul, don't read the last part, it's not joy I don't have accomplish what I was seeking for, but then it's the end Did I have to spoil the beans to let you understand the death is ahead?

The woman’s throat laughter irritates the young at the most. With his hands still busy in the well exposed crotch in front of him, he gets angry and sends her a scathing slap. She reacts with an outraged scream, sending his beer to his face.

She leaves the room yelling at him with all the worst names her imagination can find. And a cowgirl from New Reno knows a lot of these common names.

But Shaun doesn’t care. He’s not in the mood. He is also not in the mood to bear the disapproving tsk of the old man who gives him an ironic look.

“Shut up, moron.” “I didn’t say anything, kid. And they say Myron. It’s the little girl Wright you just sent to pasture. I knew you had a certain wish to die, but I didn’t think you wanted to end it tonight.” “No Wright worthy of the name would dare touch the star shooter of the Van Graffs. They know they’ve done their time.” “If you keep doing this, you’ll do it ad patres pretty fast.” “So what?” “Nothing” the old man mumbles in his beer. “I just think it’s a shame.”

Shaun call the bartender to get a new beer. The man at the bar rushes to grant his request, especially because the young-who-doesn’t-age is known to have the trigger too easy, and too precise.

The young-who-doesn’t-age has become a kind of dark legend in the corner, a corner that is not the most recommended place of all the wastelands. He takes bullets without suffering and makes them back with formidable efficiency. Everyone fears him, without exception.

The first year, forcing his reputation with violence, he was often the victim of attacks. But his ability to come back again and again to point his way quickly went round. No one dares no more, in reality, to oppose him.

The Van Graffs, the rising power of New Reno, quickly understood he had to be counted as an ally. He easily tipped the scales to remove the last vestiges of power from other families. Now, almost every gambling joint and casino belongs to the Van Graffs. And everyone responds to the young-who-doesn’t-age if the Van Graffs have something to complain about.

The Wrights are still trying, sometimes, to stand up. The ones who are still breathing. Most have ended up at the end of the most treacherous rifle of the wastelands.

He would also be the loneliest and most isolated. If it wasn’t for that funny bird of Myron.

“I’ve known worse character than you. He always called me Moron. Just note he’s dead and I’m breathing.” “If you don’t leave me alone, I’ll fix this.” “And deprive the world of my fantastic new recipes? And deprive you of my fantastic new recipes?”

Shaun growls in his glass. No, he won’t shoot Myron. Never. Somewhere, the skinny old man reminds him of another skinny old man he knew. A skinny old man with his face half torn off, showing circuits and wires, a steel frame. A skinny old man not so skinny and not so old, but whose voice somewhere threw the same gall with the same sarcasm.

Myron is not Nick. Myron is the complete opposite of Nick. Myron is vicious, cowardly, profiteer, calculator. But he’s smart. That’s all Shaun needs; a conversation with someone who doesn’t have all the cells burned by drugs. A somewhat hoarse and ironic voice that sometimes makes him smile.

But not tonight.

Tonight, is the anniversary of Deacon’s death.

Tonight, is the anniversary of the end of his life that was promise to become a dream.

Tonight, is also the anniversary of his escape.

Ten years since he left Sanctuary. Ten long years without news of his own. Without seeking any either. Ten long years when he had turned his back on his mother, his friends, his city, his corner of the country, to expatriate in the worst spot he could find on his way.

In New Reno, no one had only heard of the Commonwealth, so there was no chance of hearing about the Sole Survivor or her companions. There’s no way anyone’s gonna end up reporting about him, no matter how extraordinary his reputation is.

He was sometimes afraid at first. The news travels so well between the Capital Wasteland and the Commonwealth. Could there be any chance this news could get into the Nevada? No. Nothing. Radio silence.

Shaun had been quiet for ten years.

Meaning, anything but quiet.

Like the mourning of his mother who had not been able to finish in three years, he could not put an end to the mourning of his mother even after ten years. He could not mourn his community, his lost life.

Deacon had been killed only five years after the destruction of the Institute, but those five years had been so beautiful, so hopeful, it was such a paradise for Shaun. The only time in his life he really lived.

After that, he existed.

Since then, he barely survived.

Tonight, is the tenth anniversary of his exile. He would like to find a drug strong enough, a powerful enough alcohol, to make him forget everything.

But even Myron’s science had its limits.

The cursed synthetic component in Shaun’s brain didn’t offer him the opportunity to truly savor the second state that drugs and alcohol should provide.

At Sanctuary, the slightly more deranged state of his senses had sufficed, but at New Reno, on the night of his balls-up birthday, he would love to blow his brains out and become as empty as the shells he sometimes helped the bouncer get out of the bar.

No chance.

He drops a deep sigh and Myron raises his eyes again. He is astonished. Of course, his companion is not a merry man, but he actually just never expresses anything. It’s the first time since they met that he heard him sigh. The thing yet banal for anyone is quite remarkable from his sidekick.

“You really want to die.”

Shaun frowns, placing the chin on the table.

Does he want to die?

Maybe.

At this point, why not?

What did his escape get him?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

He’s not at Sanctuary anymore, but he’s nothing either. A gun, a strange man, something we look at from a distance, who consumes alcohol, drugs and women but who does not really connect with anyone.

Except Myron. Myron the Moron. The man stupid enough to bond with the young-who-doesn’t-age. But is that a bond? When we do not talk about the past, the future, hope, dreams, joy and sorrow, can we say there is a bond?

Myron and Shaun meet at the bar in the evening. Myron shows Shaun his new products when he has them. They drink. They comment on what’s going on in the city. They split up for the night.

Shaun goes back to his apartment, alone. He lies down in his bed, alone. He rolls in a ball like the child he is at the bottom, alone. He cries himself to sleep, alone.

Can we really talk about a bond of appreciating a man just because he decimates others with a biting humor with a voice that vaguely recalls that of another person who was dear to Shaun’s heart?

No.

Myron is nothing to him and will never be anything. He’s just a voice at the bar. Like the bartender’s. Like the singer’s. A role in his life. Like old Van Graffs. But he feels nothing for him.

He could go back on the road the next day and leave without any regrets.

No regrets, not even the shadow of what seized him and never left since he left Sanctuary.

Sanctuary.

Shaun feels his lip shaking, his eyes blurring. Shit, of anything he could do tonight in this bar, crying is the worst.

Myron seems to be saying the same thing to himself, quickly grasping the bag that Shaun left on the ground next to him and posing it loudly on the table, hiding the face of the one whom he considers his friend from the other people in the room.

The last thing he wants is for the young to show weakness.

All the wolves in the area would make quarters.

“Get yourself together, kid. I don’t know what you have tonight, but you’re really going to give your enemies the motivation to find your breakup point.”

The bar door opens and closes. The chatter of the regulars is silent for a moment. They can hear the radio behind the bar. Some chairs slide.

A newcomer.

It’s always the same thing when a new guy comes around.

It’s almost like an event.

Of course, there are tourists in New Reno, but even the newest of all travelers learns in the first place to avoid this place among the worst famished.

So a newcomer is the most amazing event ever.

“Barman, a whiskey.”

Shaun’s gaze slowly follows the same direction as the others. He details the newcomer’s outfit, the gun hung on his back, the cap on his head.

How is that possible?

How is that possible, and how is it possible on the very evening of the tenth anniversary of his exil?

He takes a deep breath and slowly stretches his hand to his waist, grasping the handle of the .44 that waits quietly in his holster.

“Don’t do that, kid. We don’t know this guy. He may have a capsule reserve somewhere. It would be a shame to waste a potential customer.” “Trust me, Moron, if this one has capsules, he won’t give them to anyone.”

He tried to talk as low as possible, but a guy like that, he’s got a hell of a hearing. It allows him to hear his prey from a good distance and shoot them from the end of his cannon.

Because Shaun recognized Mighty. Anyone who has crossed MacCready’s path in the last fifteen years knows Mighty. The most stable and effective riffle in the Commonwealth.

And the sniper turns slowly, frowning, lips tight. If Shaun recognized his gun, the man recognized the voice that just spoke.

“Shaun. Finally.” “Nobody’s called me that for a good decade.”

The man nods slowly. The bartender places the glass of whisky on the counter and he takes it, releasing the few capsules the rotgut costs. He then moves slowly towards the table where Myron and Shaun are seated.

“Shaun?” old man is asking. “Is that your name?” “No. It’s the name of a kid who lived in his mother’s lap. He died, that kid.”

MacCready pulls a chair and sits slowly.

The look through it is too familiar for him.

He saw a so cold glare at one time. At a very old time. The cold glance of a relentless predator who had done everything to break every bond that bound him to something.

When Nora came back from Nuka-World, before Nick injected her with Amari’s serum, she had the same cold, relentless glance.

“We looked everywhere for you. We never gave up. I promised your mother if I didn’t find your body, I wouldn’t come back.” “Too bad for Duncan.”

A thin smile illuminates his opposite.

“Somewhere, no. I picked it up through the Capital. We’ve been on the road together ever since. He’s the best partner I’ve ever had. He makes his father proud.” “Then it’s even more unfortunate.”

The other two men around the table hear at the same time the gun is off. MacCready rushes to the ground and the bullet hits him in the thigh rather than in the abdomen. He manages to slip between two tables and grabs Mighty in motion.

“NO SHAUN!” “You never should have looked for me. You never should have found me. Now I can’t let you live. You’re going to reveal where I am. You’re gonna throw my mom’s dogs at me. I can’t let you.”

To his astonishment, Myron rushes into the line of fire. Shaun holds his finger on the trigger, a perplexed eyebrow rising in questioning.

“Don’t do that, kid. That would be stupid. This guy, what did he do to you? He found you for your mother? What, is she a terrible harpy somewhere miles from here? Send her a message instead. In terms of a message, I think you just found a good one. But kill it for no reason. That would be a shame.” “Is that all you have in your mouth tonight?”

He tries to squeeze his arm but Myron holds on. Despite his old age, he’s still in good shape and intends to prove it. Shaun grumble with annoyance.

"Get out, or your corpse will join his."

Myron raises his arms in the air, but he doesn’t move an inch.

“Don’t do that. Believe me, it would be a mistake. If after so many years the guy’s still on the road looking for you, they’ll be as determined to find out who shot him. I told you; I know the style of the house. I know the son of the house.”

Shaun stares at him for a long time, hesitating to make his decision. All the time it takes MacCready to get up hard, Mighty pointing at him.

“I can disable you without killing you, Shaun. You know that. Is that really what you want?”

An emotion emerges in Shaun’s brain he had not known it for years. Fear. Fear creeps in knowing that MacCready probably isn’t bluffing. He probably has Shaun’s deactivation code. He can use it at any time. He must shut it down first.

With a sharp gesture, he knocked down the handle of his .44 on Myron’s temple, sending the old man to the ground before he reacts and again points his gun at the sniper’s face. But the man is no longer there. Shaun looks left and right, but he doesn’t see MacCready.

Until a blade slips under his throat and a voice whispers in his ear.

“Let’s talk, kid. Okay?”

Rage is now taking over the synth. But not stupidity. He was never stupid. Or maybe, but not in that sense.

“You’re sneaky,” the younger says. “It’s funny you’re saying that.”

Shaun lets himself fall heavily on his chair, growling with anger while banging. The sniper doesn’t just have a good gun and his agility on his side, he has a code that could wipe out Shaun before he can pull a trigger. All he has left is to obey.

Like in Sanctuary.

And this time, thinking of his hometown, it is not pain that crosses it.

“Your mother shook herself” the other started by pulling a chair. “She finally woke up when each of her companions left the city, one after the other, in your footsteps.” “And so. All it takes is for one of them to die so she can start acting like a zombie again and I’ll be locked up again in the city walls. Too little for me. I got my life here and I’m not coming back.” “She is dead.”

Shaun was not expecting this. Of all what Robert Joseph MacCready could have said, this news is the only one that could destabilize the young. And it succeeds. Before he can hold him back, he feels a sob choking his throat and tears in his eyes. And immediately afterwards, shame. The man takes advantage of his moment of stupor to inject himself a stimpack in the leg.

“You’re lying” try Shaun in a pathetic attempt. “She died on the road. She died looking for you.” “You lie” he insists, threatening. “I wasn’t seeking for you to bring you back, I was seeking for you to tell you. She died eviscerated by a deathclaw barely a hundred kilometers west of Sanctuary. Curie could do nothing. I promised her on her last breath to find you and tell you. Her last words were for you. To tell you she loved you.” “She didn’t love me enough to wake up before!”

Myron finally shakes but quickly recedes when the young rises from a good of rage.

“She didn’t love me enough to want to move on! She didn’t love me enough to look at me! To talk to me!”

Tears flow down his cheeks this time without he tries to hold them back. They are tears of rage, anger, resentment.

“She loved you enough to turn the Commonwealth upside down to find you. Twice. She loved you enough to leave everyone she loved, everything she knew, to find you. She loved you enough to have her thoughts turned entirely to you at the last moment of her life.”

Shaun again pointed his revolver at lightning speed at MacCready’s face. MacCready just looked at the barrel with a dull expression. The bar door opens again, and an anxious voice rises in the room.

“Dad? What’s going on?”

Shaun looks sideways towards the last one. A young man, about in his twenties, holds his hand on the door of the bar, staring with horror at his father, who finds himself pointed by a gun.

“That’s okay, Duncan. We found the one we were looking for. But he’s a little emotional, as you can see.” “Duncan?” “Shaun?”

The young man walks into the room, worried. Despite the anxiety that twists his features, Shaun finds him exactly like his father. He lowers his gun again. He’s become a lot of things over time, a lot of bad things, but cold-bloodedly killing an innocent, an innocent man that he valued as a family member in his old life, under the eyes of his son, is too much, even for the son of a bitch he’s become.

MacCready picks up his whiskey glass and empties it with a draft. Then he gets up.

“I’ve accomplished my mission. Don’t worry, no one will come after you. You can lead the life you want.”

He gets ready to follow his son, then, as if something had just hit him, he holds his hand to his jacket pocket and pulls out an object.

“I was going to forget. I’m sorry about that but getting shot got it out of my head.”

He puts a holotape on the table, then he finally turns heels for good.

“Farewell Shaun. I hope to see you at Sanctuary again one day, but I confess by now I can’t count on it. Your old friends are greeting you.”

The synthetic watches the man walk away with his son. The two silhouettes disappear at night when the bar door closes on them. And he stands there with his mouth ajar, his eyes wet, humiliated.

Humiliated and shaken up.

Myron grabs the holotape and puts it in his hand. He slowly looks down on it and the sudden urge to crush it into crumbs takes it.

Smash it to pieces like everything else in its existence.

But he’s already tried that.

It didn’t work out.

Slowly, he sits down at his table. Slowly, life returns in the bar. The same life which was crumbling just before the newcomer came in. The same dull, joyless life of a bunch of junkies in a rotten city.

Shaun raises his wrist and inserts the holotape into the Pip-Boy. Immediately, his mother’s voice echoes in the room.

“Hello Shaun, or maybe good night. I gave Preston, Nick, MacCready, Cait, Danse and Piper a copy of this recording. I sincerely hope that one day, one of them will be able to send it to you. [a sigh then a silence] Listen Shaun, I failed you. I took you out of your life at the Institute where you could have ignored my whole life. I took you away from a future without pain and suffering where you could have fulfilled yourself. I ripped you out of that perfect environment to drag you into the dust of the Commonwealth, and then I abandoned you. [a light, contained sob] I resent myself. I resent myself terribly. But I understood. I will never make the same mistake again. I’ll never give up again. Whether I find you or not, I will never fall back into this pathetic comedy which is the last memory you have of me. I’m going to do everything I can to get my life together, to make it meaningful again. I’m sorry, Shaun. I really hope we see each other again. I sincerely hope I can take you back with me, to Sanctuary, that we can live happily ever after, that we can take back the Minutemen together. Pardon Shaun. I love you so much. [she bursts into loud sobs]”

The recording ends on a declic of the player. The cassette is ejected, and Shaun grabs it between his trembling fingers, seeming horrified.

Myron contemplates him silently, sipping the bottom of his bottle slowly.

«What did I do» the synth whispers softly. "Pardon?" asked the old man. “What have I done?” “For what I see, you killed your mother.”

Shaun slowly raises his horrified gaze to the one who has kept him company every night for years. But even if the words are harsh, he knows the other is right. He knows killing him for his insolence will do nothing. He knows there is nothing left that can never change the pathetism of his existence.

He rises slowly, as if he were moving in a sticky and stifling substance. He gets up slowly and leaves the bar without collecting his bag or paying his bill. He gets up and crosses the city to the desert. He walks like an automaton, but he cannot find the will to accelerate the pace. Nor to stop.

He walks hoping maybe to catch up with MacCready, but the other one already has a good lead and it’s not stuck like it that Shaun can catch up with him.

Then he realizes that’s not what he wants.

He understands.

A few meters away from the famous sign welcoming visitors to New Reno, he falls on his knees in the desert. Like an automaton, he raises the gun he holds in his hand, stares at the barrel.

He understands now.

He understands what paralyzed his mother.

He understands the anguishing feeling of emptiness that engulfs everything he thinks he is, everything he thinks he can do.

He now understands how life can completely lose the least of its senses when its existence is disrupted, destroyed, again and again, every time we think we have succeeded in rebuilding something.

He understands now.

He also understands now it’s too late. He also understands he will not be able to have the courage of his mother to just keep breathing with such a feeling that empties him from within.

The bang that echoes that evening in the gloomy atmosphere of New Reno raises no eyebrows, does not surprise anyone. A bullet that gets shot in New Reno is a sound as common as the rattling of drinks, the tinkling of Nuka-Cola capsules, the noise of casino machines.

The bang that rings that night in the murky atmosphere of New Reno will not change anyone’s life, or so little.

The detonation that resonates that evening in the treacherous atmosphere of New Reno is only the signature ending an act. The drama will continue. There will simply be one less actor.

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