"FUCK you Lucien!!!"
The woman with the dark hair was suddenly standing up from the booth in a complete angry huff. Whirling she even nearly slammed into the waiter as he passed and sent the trays falling to the floor. Well fuck her to if she wanted to be that way! HONESTLY! Moving to pinch the bridge of his nose he rolled his eyes. At the end of the day it wasn't any skin off his nose. Just meant he'd be paying someone else to do the job she'd fucking turned down, or do it himself. She'd been useful while she lasted but oh well right? Life went on. However what did annoying him was her suddenly blatantly screaming at him in public in front of all of these people. The restaurant was packed enough people were at the door waiting and she felt the need to make an absolute scene!? Probably because she knew it would actually get to him and … he wouldn't be able to do a DAMN thing in the middle of a fucking DENNY'S!!
Just old ladies? Of course not there was also the moody looking couple in their fifties straight across from him. Some rich posh white people with their daughter in-law and grandchild who seemed to be glaring after Milly with a definite level of distaste. Either her tattoos or her bad attitude probably both. At least they weren't glaring at home like the two waitresses now we're talking down the way. Fuck it he really just needed to go.
Reaching for his phone and .. wallet that had been sitting on the table as well as his keys was when he finally noticed. The only thing sitting there was the fucking PHONE! "Fuck!!!" He snarled moving to stand fast and suddenly himself. No, no, no no no not his baby! Please just have left with the keys!!!! By this point he was mad dashing for the door and damn near throwing them open he was just in time to see the dark haired female backing out of the parking space in the old ass refurbished Camaro. Then slamming on the gas loud enough to have a second dramatic exit she was speeding off in the fucking car, middle finger out the window back at him.
"Fucking BITCH!!!" He shouted after her arms briefly throwing out to the side for a moment. Why? Why!!? Yeah he'd denied paying her at least four grand over the last job because it had been sloppy but that didn't give her a right to steal…. Well considerably more than four thousand dollars that was for mother fucking sure. Heaving a heavy sigh once he'd stood there a moment he slowly moved over to sit on the bench just outside the doors. Hand moving into his pocket he soon pulled out a pack of cigarettes and moved to pull one out, sort of growling to himself at seeing only one left. Yeah, great. Maybe George or Phillip would be awk by now… doubtful but… moving to light the cigarette he was soon shooting them both a text.
"Sir, we have your bill ready…. " The woman at the doors was calling. Oh right…. Great.
"Awesome…. Choke on it!" He remarked smartly not really in the mood to care. What would happen? They'd call one of Marcheaux's guys and before they could do shit he'd have paid them anyway? Not to mention he'd threatened the owner over owed money before if they called him he'd tell them to skip the whole thing anyway.
"It's okay, I got it." Troy had witnessed the whole thing. It seemed like the guy was really in a mood and, after that woman had yelled at him and driven off without him, Troy couldn't blame him. Besides, it wasn't as though paying a stranger's bill was exactly an issue for him. He'd been lounging at a table with his aunties and a few family friends, sharing basically half the durn menu, and they were all pretty full and happy.
"What was that all about?" asked Cin, a redheaded senior from his school. Despite being in different grades, they'd decided to study abroad, together. Cin had been confident Troy couldn't keep up with her, and Cin had been wrong.
Troy shrugged. "Should we check on him?"
Cin scoffed initially, then rethought it and shrugged. "Sure. I could use some excitement."
"Yeah? How about you, Cygnet? Are you in?" Troy asked the moody girl whom he'd offered a seat after seeing her limping slightly in four-inch wedges. She didn't answer, but went to sit on the bench next to the guy, eyeing him curiously with bright golden eyes.
By now the waitress had sighed and gone wandering back inside. Lucien sat on his phone at this point trying to text Philip the actual situation when he, became rather painfully aware of the female sitting next to him eyeing him. Taking a breath he moved to hit send and finally sort of glanced up and over one eyebrow raising for a brief moment. "Can I help you?" He remarked a bit smartly.
Cygnet offered him a little half-smile as she quickly glanced up and down, appraising him. As if deciding she wasn't interested after all, she took out her phone and began playing with it.
After an awkward pause, Troy decided introductions were in order. "Hey, I'm Troy. This is Cinnamon and Cygnet. We couldn't help overhearing--"
"The entire block couldn't help but overhear," Cin added helpfully.
"Was she your ride?" Troy asked. "We can take you where you need to go, no problem."
And just went he thought he'd gotten out of conversation. God damn it! Exactly what about his face said 'PLEASE COME TALK TO ME'
"Don't care..." He remarked at first a bit purposely rude however at the probably overly nice kids question he was soon snickering. Again moving to click off his phone for a moment. "Try ... I was her ride. And yes I'm sure MORE than the entire block knows by now she's a loud ass bitch and she stole my loud ass bitch" He added moving to pocket his phone for a moment before sort of eyeing them for a moment in thought.
"Which direction are you heading?" He asked a bit offhandedly before taking a drag from his cigarette and now seeming to think for a moment.
Cin spread her arms. "Wherever the night takes us," she said.
Cygnet took the question more seriously. "Troy lives on the north side. I live on the south with my uncle. Cin lives with whoever her ride du jour is."
"See?" Troy asked happily. "We can take you anywhere you want to go! Or you can just hang with us while we explore."
"Mmm well, no offense to your lovely adventures but I've actually got somewhere to be. But I suppose I could tolerate the three of you for twenty minutes or so" He replied at first sounding completely dismissive again however a smirk did soon come crossing his face, Clear indication the last bit had been his attempt at a joke. Potential costumers? Certainly young enough. He was now eyeing each one in thought for a moment before he moved to stand finally and moved to offer the male his hand first briefly. "Lucien, My bad I don't mean to come off harsh it's... Been a day so far but that we've already covered." He added with a bit of a chuckle.
Troy nodded and shook his hand. "Troy Lita. These are my classmates, Cinnamon Starling and Cygnet Campbell."
Cygnet looked up at the sound of her name, but didn't react otherwise.
"Whose car are we taking?" Cin asked, pointing between Cygnet and Troy. She herself didn't drive. Cygnet had an 80-something Nissan Pathfinder, which was a tanky Baby's First Car-type thing, and Troy had a brand new Dodge Ram his parents had gotten him as a Christmas gift.
"I'll drive. I don't mind," said Cygnet, leading the way to her car. It was painted a matte grey, with a black skull and crossbones on the hood and a wolf howling at the moon painted on the passenger side door.
((I looked up pictures - it's based on one of my dad's old cars - and it's either '86, '87, or '88? Probably one of the latter two.))
"Well repeat them enough times they might stick. No promises though" Lucien sort of teased at hearing the girls names. Fairly unique ones at that. Moving to follow along he sort of rose a brow at seeing the vehicle with, interesting paint to say the least. Not that he'd ever been one for pictures on cars. Just seemed tacky to him but hey? To each their own right?
"So you three in college here or something?" He asked casually once they'd gotten in the vehicle. Yeah, probably best to make sure he wasn't in a car of fucking minors. He had fucking oxys in one pocket and the gun tucked into his waste band. Well that and it would just be a bit weird if they got pulled over and they were minors. Talk about asking the cops who weren't on payroll immediately jumping to conclusions.
"You're going to Seven thirty east Belmont Place. The um.... Biggest house there, you'll see the big brick wall and gate over the driveway" He added moving to sit back. Yeah, he needed to go see Philip and we'll mainly ring George's neck a few times until he agreed to go spend the day hunting down his god damn car. Fucking bitch wasn't going to be keeping it that was for sure!
"You want to remember our names. That's new," Cygnet remarked without rancor. In fact, her tone was rather neutral, even bland.
((Cue retcon lol))
"Troy's an American exchange student," said Cin. "Technically Cygnet and I are Swiss, but that's not so far away, and apparently Troy was too cute not to follow to school."
It was an obvious dig, but Cygnet didn't react. "Troy will be 19 next September, us in February. How old are you?" she asked. "And do you want shotgun?"
Lucien sort of rose an eyebrow hearing them. Well they were all past legal age. Good to hear, though he'd have definitely carded them at one of Philips weekend bashes. "Old enough... Yeah I'll take shot gun" He mused sort of chuckling as he moved around for the passenger side of the front of the vehicle.
Once everyone had gotten situated, Cygnet drove towards the address Lucien had given. She appeared calm and focused, but in reality, she couldn't help checking him out, out of the corner of her eye. What had prompted that altercation earlier? Was he really this comfortable getting in a car with three strangers? Well, he was definitely older than they were, too, and he looked strong. Maybe he wasn't the type to worry about such things.
Troy wasn't concerned in the least. As far as he was concerned, they'd just made a new friend!
Cin was somewhere in the middle. Yes, she was always for making new friends, but she also didn't know this guy. He was, she decided, hot enough, and he claimed to be "old enough", too, whatever that meant.
They were all curious about the giant gated home, but it would have been rude to ask. Maybe it was an ancestral home. Maybe it wasn't even his. Who knew?
"Anyway, so tell us about yourself," Cin said randomly.
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