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((Here again. Taking a break from packing. I think we filled up almost all the boxes we have. And we’re STILL not done. -sigh- I hate moving.))
((Going to be on and off today))
((I’m going to busy packing for a good part of the day because guess what? I’m moving. Again. Dad doesn’t want to keep paying rent and is moving back to Mexico. God knows where I’ll end up, so things might be little iffy for the next couple of days. Just so you know.))
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Manolo in There Be Dragons
You look good behind a piano. One that’s not bloody. I haven’t heard you play in some time though.
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“Bentley!”
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t lend my money, Olivia. Any cash I have isn’t mine.” He chuckles slightly, then listens to her questions and smirks back. He doesn’t reply quite yet though, watching with wrist turn over and tilting his head at the bruise. “It’ll heal.”
He takes her hand anyway, looking at the wrist while he talks, running a finger over the tender skin. “Ash lived in Harvelle’s Roadhouse and died there… ten years back? He wants to start his own. Bar, grill, that sorta thing…” He smirks down at her, dark eyes glinting. “Don’t see why you couldn’t serve once it’s built.”
Bentley finally puts her wrist back back down, the bruise noticeably absent. “Right now he’s just got the land.” There’s a cool smirk as he leans back, “So, want to stop by your place first?”
Her nose scrunches up at the thought of where this dubious cash comes from.
“In that case, I’m pretty sure I don’t want it.” She snorts and is about to come up with a witty response when he takes her hand and examines it, running a finger over the skin. That pretty much quiets her and listens to him give her a bit more history on the Roadhouse and Ash than she expected. It’s nice to get a little background. Ash (and the men she tends to spend time with in general) don’t like sharing much about themselves.
The corner of her lips twitch up, returning the smirk. Of course they would let her serve. There’s a passing thought that her dad wouldn’t approve, but hey, she would have a job. Pretty responsible of her. Well, as responsible as it gets serving alcohol.
He finally lets go of her wrist and don’t think she didn’t notice the lack of bruising. She smiles a little, then catches his question. “Oh. Yeah.” She nods.
“You don’t have a lot of choice. Dirty, bloody or stolen cash shouldn’t matter when you’re nearly out of house and home.” He raises a brow at the snort, but is pleased at least she lets him talk. He wasn’t one to heal, but he’s promised to keep her safe and keep an eye on her. This seemed to factor into that. The near hysteria in her voice earlier had helped. The last thing Olivia likely needed was a visual reminder.
She seemed to listen close though to his muttering about Ash. Hunters, and even ex-hunters like Ash, were notorious for not talking about themselves unless it was for a good ego stroke. Looked like Olivia had noticed.
He smirks coldly, ignoring the fact he’d healed her, before nodding a bit at the agreement and standing. “Sounds good. I’ll check and be right back…” The reaper pauses, “Why did you summon instead of just calling me?”
“Nearly,” she emphasizes, “And I might be nearly out of house and home, but I’m not out of friends who’ll help me out.” She looks at him. “Clearly.”
There’s a short pause as she considers something. “If it comes to that though, I don’t want to know whose dead hand you pried it out of, okay?”
She stands up with him, then frowns. “I’m not coming with you?” To the question she answers, “Because Shadow took my phone away. And I don’t have your number memorized.”
“Nearly. Almost. Basically.” He smirks slightly at the look, but tilts his head in agreement. “True. You’re lucky those you picked aren’t human, mind.” Not that they’d really become friends in the normal way, but partially drowning someone couldn’t be the weirdest way to make friends.
He smirks at the thought, before raising a brow over at the blond teenager. “Course. Won’t tell you the name, date of birth and immediate family either.”
He chuckles and takes a step as if to leave, pausing at the queston and comment, before eying back. “…I can take you, but it’s dangerous.” Pause, “If there’s trouble you I’m transporting you to Ash’s truck fast as lightening.” He holds out a hand, “You’ll need another for safety. I’ll grab you something. Just don’t ask who’s cold dead hand I pried it out of.” Smirks.
She never thought she’d hear her apartment described as dangerous. She shifts on her feet a little nervously, thinking. “You think Shadow’s still hanging around the apartment?”
She looks up at him, a little amused by an occurring thought. Ash wasn’t actively involved in this plan so he’d probably be surprised to suddenly find a teenaged girl in his truck. “Well, he’ll be in for a surprise, huh?”
She takes his hand, then makes a face. “Ugh. No worries. I won’t.”
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((Watched a video of Hal Sparks stand up and nearly choked on dinner. Thank you for that Eva. XD))
((Lost two followers. Okay then. I normally don’t post about it, but I every time it happens I kind of wonder why. I think it’s because I haven’t been rping much lately. Olivia muse has been going on pause whenever threads do and I just kind of scroll the Avengers tag until they resume. So. Yeah. That’s probably why.))
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Send me an Avengers character:
- Tony Stark: Something I'm vain about
- Steve Rogers: A cause I would fight for
- Bruce Banner: Something that makes me really angry
- Thor: A time I felt strong
- Natasha Romanoff: Something I wish I could change about my past
- Clint Barton: A time I felt used
- Loki: Something I thought was true, that actually wasn't true / A time someone lied to me
- Phil Coulson: Someone I secretly "fangirl" over
- Nick Fury: My last physical injury
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today’s not national bbq today, today is the day to take time out and remember the men and women who sacrificed everything to defend your country. they sacrificed friendships, family, relationships, births of their children, limbs and even their lives to go into warzones and they deserve at least a thank you and some gratification.
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