king of dumbassery

“Maybe later,” Tegan supposes, kneeling down so that she can look Dominic in the eyes. “But I made a promise, and I didn’t build a transnational corporation from the ground up by going back on those. So right now, you and I are going to have some fun. Well, maybe not just us.” She raises a hand and beckons, and from one of the room’s dark corners a young man appears, carrying a grimoire. “I brought along some friends - hope you don’t mind.”

‘‘A promise to do what? Kill me? Gen already knows that doesn’t work well she would know but I haven’t even been near the bitch since everything went down.’’ Things were different, though maybe Gen still thought he was a vampire, who knew. ‘’Great. So you’re what, Bellatrix? And this guy.’’ He looks to the guy carrying the grimoire. ‘’Is Voldemort.’’ Dominic was not afraid, not really. He knew he couldn’t die, well, not unless they fucked with the spell so witches could be a problem to him, if they knew how to undo it.  

“No, you’re right. You don’t have your tape recorders on you.” His answer was dettached and bored as he lazily rose from his side and off the fountain’s side, to his feet. “A month,” came his plain reply. “Would you like a reservation?”

‘‘Why would I have tape recorders on me? You don’t look like someone worth recording but what century are you living in? We have phones for that shit. Who the fuck are you supposed to be anyway? I don’t think being the guy opening a new club puts you on the front page of Forbes.’‘ Not that Dominic would ever care to look. ‘’Though if you got one of those Hollywood girls hiding somewhere. I’d like to put myself on the front page somewhere. If they’re going to your club. I’ll go.’’ 

“Yeah I wanted you to talk not talk,” she shook her head, about to answer him until he started talking about burying a body. Her brows lifted and she could only stare at him. “You called Leo or you called an actual ambulance?” She meant a 911 call, not a call to a friend, there was a difference. “Sometimes I’m certain you don’t hear yourself when you speak.” Harley could only laugh, being used to him and his ways by now. “Do I even want to ask why you were burying a body that, of course, wasn’t your doing?”

‘‘Called Leo cause he’s supposed to be the ambulance but he was a dick and didn’t bring it and just brought his fucking car instead.’‘ Dominic still thought his plan, that acting as if someone had been picked up and ambulance and died on their way to the hospital was a genius idea but according to Leo, it was terrible. ‘’I don’t know why I did it to be honest. Think I was still drunk. I don’t even remember half the shit I did.’’ Burying a body wasn’t the typical drunk thing but Dominic was always up to something that was beyond the regular type of insanity. ‘’I banged some chick though after so I guess it was worth it.’’ 

“If you’re a reporter, there won’t be any details until the club is open,” he said flatly, perched by the side of a fountain, still in the formalwear of the party he’d returned from a short time before. Usually, that was what people wanted, aside from pictures, or autographs, or… weirder things, that only those calling themselves ‘huge fans’ could boast over.

‘‘Do I look like a fucking reporter to you?’‘ Though with Dominic’s tendencies to lie and create bullshit stories he’d probably make a great reporter. ‘’I’ll be the first to give you a shit review though. If your club is shit.’’ Dominic was more of a fan of the actual clubs than the people running them. ‘’When’s it opening?’’ He asked, not thinking that was included in the no details. 

* He made it sound like he dug graves for dead body’s that girl’s had killed every wednesday. “Well, those other girls don’t know how to actually say thank you.” She told him. “…or they just say it.” She added after a few seconds. Daisie pulled herself off of his lap and got to her feet. 

Grls and dead bodies seemed to be a common thing around Dominic. It happened a few times before Daisie but it was always him finding the chick with the dead body. ‘’Yeah but I like your thank you more than theirs.’’ Her thanks was good, he couldn’t deny that. ‘’So? What? This a goodbye or something?’’’ He asked as she got up. Not that it was a problem cause when people stuck around, they became problems. It got messy. Way more messier than burying someone. ‘’Was this a thank you now fuck off so I don’t have to see you again thing or what?’’

“i’m getting married this month.”

‘‘You might not. I could always still your bride. Again. Literally.’’ That was one idea. ‘’Or I could do the classic red wedding thing but I’ll just kill Gen and then the after party will be the best celebration this town has ever had.’’

Honestly, a while back, Chester would have cared about Dom threatening Tristan like that but now, he couldn’t care less. He wants to cut ties because of the way he was treated. He always happened to see the good in people. He was too trusting and caring. “He ain’t going to show up.” At least, Chess was sure of it and as he enters and looks at the massive range of cars. “Who the fuck needs so many of these anyway?” Chester got out a hammer and a candle. He placed it back of the room and using magic so as long as the match was lit, nobody would here all the noise their making. “Which one do you want as your getaway so I don’t wreck it?” He turned to his brother. The last thing he thought he’d be doing is working with his brother, let alone being on the same page as him.

‘’I bet you. I fucking bet you 100$ he does.’‘ Generally when Dominic was doing something, someone had to ruin it. His plans never went to plan and that’s why he always get screwed over. ‘’That one.’’ He said, as he walked over to the car in question. It was a pretty nice car, they all were actually. Might have been better to just steal them all one by one but that would take way too long. Dominic found something to be able to smash the window of one of the cars so he could unlock it and once he jumped in, he began to hotwire the car being sure to get the getaway car prepared. 

“Why yes,” Tegan agrees, her tone making a mockery of anything soothing, eyes trained on Dominic’s until he passes out. He’s moved to a secure facility quickly, any potential identifying markers having been scrubbed days before. A sharp slap is issued to his cheek to jolt him awake, where he’ll find Tegan and a couple of her men standing over him. “Sleep well, Mr. Lawrence?”

Jolted awake after that slap but he had no friendly response once he was conscious. ‘‘Go fuck yourself.’‘  He was not about to be nice to someone who had him captive. Clearly it was revenge, Dominic knew that since Tegan had mentioned Gen’s name. 

“For someone who doesn’t care, you have a lot of opinions about pumpkins.” She laughed. “But you’re right. I don’t see the obsession with pumpkins. But mince pies? Is that just like beef mince in pie form because that sounds gross…”

‘‘You’re the one who asked me so that’s kind your fault.’‘ If she hadn’t asked for his opinion, she wouldn’t have it. ‘’Nah. It’s more like a fruit pie. It doesn’t make any fucking sense.’’ Cause why call it a mince pie if there was no mince?  

“Sure buddy, sure.” to be fair she’d far rather deal with these kind of jackasses than the genuinely bad ones, since they were the ones she could usually easily get into a cell. And apparently intoxicated, the guy was willing to make it even easier. “You just follow me buddy. You’ll really enjoy where i’m gonna take you.” she mock promised, leading him toward the car and opening a door to the back seat. “How about you get in here huh?…or are you gonna make me put cuffs on you too?”

‘‘How about fuck off?’’He still had some sense as intoxicated as he was currently. ‘’I was being nice and I’m not into your kinky shit.’’ He was by the car but he wasn’t getting in. ‘’Did you ever get that police car back?’’ Dominic decided to dig his grave bigger. ‘’Cause I really don’t know where I put it.’’ It might sound like nonsense but it was true. ‘’And if you put me in there.’’ He pointed to the back seat. ‘’You ain’t ever getting it back.’’

“There is not enough coffee in the world to prepare me for getting up at six in the morning tomorrow.” She rolled her eyes while complaining to the woman on the other side of the counter. “But you know what can stop? That damn pumpkin latte season thing you have on. No thank you. Don’t you think?” She asked the gentleman behind her. “I’m a white girl and even I don’t want to fall in to that pumpkin latte fad.”

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‘‘I don’t know why you’re asking me. I don’t give a fuck.’’ But even when he didn’t really care, he still had an opinion to give which kinda defeated his point. ‘’Though I don’t know why anyone wants to drink a pumpkin.’’  Pumpkins were supposed to be for carving stupid faces in them at Halloween. At least in his life, that’s all they were ever used for. ‘’People do dumb shit like it’s the same with that pumpkin pie thing you do over here. Probably tastes like shit but it’s the same thing at Christmas. Everyone has this obsession with mince pies.’’ At least back in England they did. ‘’But I’m sure nobody likes them.’’

“Shh, I’m focusing.” She held her gaze with the figure and tried to swat Dominic’s hand out of her face. She grabbed his wrist and moved it, but the figure was gone and she didn’t know where to. “You can’t just interrupt me when I’m having a mystic meg moment. Now how do you know that dead person isn’t going to come back and kill you and me?” 

‘‘How the fuck am I distracting you? You’re the one who said come here.’’ He decided to point that out. ‘’What dead person?’’ He looked around, not seeing any dead people. ‘’You know if it’s that dude that I buried recently.’’ It could be. That hadn’t been long ago. ‘’Which wasn’t my doing by the way.’’ He had to make that clear. That he didn’t kill anyone. ‘’He can go kill Leo because Leo’s the one who didn’t bring the fucking ambulance like I asked him to.’’ Dominic might be talking nonsense but there was truth to the story. ‘’Also I know whoever this dead person is isn’t gonna kill me because I kinda don’t die and well you can scream at them and I’m sure they will fuck off.’’

“Don’t freeze up on me now! We’re already here.” Chess stares at the large garage in front of them before clicking his knuckles and then his neck. He then turns to Dom and chuckles. He’s never really teamed up with his brother so this was actually some brotherly bonding they never got. “You said it, man. You can’t die and I’m the one with magic. We’ll be fine.” He reassured his brother. “It’s just a matter of in an out. I already disabled the alarm. I’ll break any security cameras in a sec or fuck up the system or whatever” He flicked his finger to open the door. “Stop doubting me, bitch. We’re fine. Come on.” He jogs instead, making sure he isn’t making too much noise or hasn’t been seen by anyone yet. 

This was payback for the last time Dominic had seen Tristan where the guy had decided to stake him. ‘’If that fucker shows his face.’’ Dominic held up his own stake that he decided to bring along. ‘’He’s dead cause payback is a fucking bitch.’’ Hopefully Tristan wouldn’t show up though and Dominic and Chester could destroy the cars and be gone uncaught. 

* Daisie straddled his hips and rested her hands on his chest. “Takes a psycho to know one.” She joked. “Besides, you’ve not seen anything yet but maybe that’s for another time.” She told him while she drew small circles on his chest with a hum. Right now, the guilt wasn’t eating at her which already felt refreshing. 

‘‘If I’m a psycho it’s only because you make me one but you know I’m kinda surprised cause when shit happens, it’s usually the chick walking away from me.’’ Or him walking away from them. ‘’Not them coming to me and ending up here.’’ Maybe because this time, he hadn’t bothered to case. Not about the dead guy situation. With other people, he cared too much and he realised that nobody else ever gave a shit about things, so why should he anymore? If everyone else lived like that then so could he. ‘’Turns out not giving a fuck actually is giving a fuck.’’

With a frown on her face, Harley began to stare at the person close by. Well actually, her eyes were looking around them, like there was something just out of sight - just behind them. With a couple sideways steps, her face fell pale and she froze at the sight of the bloody figure, aware that only she would be able to see it. “I’m sorry, could you uhm- could you come here?” she waved the real person over, wanting to see if the figure behind them would stay put or follow them. 

 ‘’What’s up with you?’’ Dominic saw Harley’s expression as he walked towards her. ‘’You know I’m right here by the way.’’ He kinda waved his hand in front of her, seeing that she was looking around but not him. 

She gave him a smile and let out a small chuckle at his answer. Even if he wasn’t joking, in her state of mind, she found his answer funny. At his question, she gave him a shrug. “They have good tequila,” was her only response. She didn’t want to tell him the real reason, or maybe she just didn’t want to admit it to herself. 

‘‘So’s the stuff at my place but I don’t see you there.’‘ But he never invited Ryan around, for various reasons. ‘’If you were, Leo would probably kill me, nah, actually, he’d probably kill me for even being here with you right now.’’ Maybe it would be worse if he got Ryan drunk. That could be fun though. ‘’You good though?’’ He hadn’t really asked, he hadn’t seen Ryan in awhile.