Don't Let The Beast Out.

..You..You forgot.

Flint was prepared for an oncoming barrage of words being spat at him, but when a thick bag whacked him across the face he knew Georgia was more than angry with him. She was furious. Cursing out loud at every hit, Flint attempted to remain somewhat calm, but the usual tactics failed every time. 

Georgia couldn’t help but flinch as Flint punched the post, and her body urged to go and see if he was okay, but she ignored it, keeping her stone resolve and crossing her arms over her chest. He deserved to feel that pain, she tried to remind herself. He deserved it.

A low growl escaped from his lips, experiencing the pain resonated from his knuckles. He knew his hand was out of commission tomorrow for work, and subsequently a disappointing look from Kieran. His eyebrow arched in shock. Was he really her first? It was a detail he overlooked in the past, but now came back to bite him. 

This time Georgia’s laugh was bitter, and she didn’t even try hiding it. She hated those words, she hated them. How many times had she heard them? “I’m not in the mood”. Or her favorite, “I don’t have time for this.” She turned towards him, ready to spit venom, and that’s exactly what she did.

He took a step away from the light post he leaned against, only to punch the hard steel. His knuckles throbbed with pain, but Flint didn't mind it. He focused his anger on the pain while taking a step back as a precaution. 

Denial. Just like it was, and just like to would always be. It made Georgia pause, a quick flash of hurt running across her face before she realized. Turning away from him with another laugh, she put on a more suitable mask. One of an amused irritation.

 Flint blinked a few times wondering what he saw, but realized it was the same Georgia tactic.  The small flash of pain and disappoint on Georgia's face before replaced with one of her usual amused expressions. He rubbed his chin, feeling the small bristles of growing facial hair while contemplating what to say. Words were never Flint's strong suit. 

Rolling her eyes, Georgia stood up from the grass, wiping off her behind and clapping her hands to get the dirt on them away. Walking up to Flint, she perked a brow at his reply. 

Flint knew better to admit the close company he and Georgia shared in the past, but it was worth noting that the man always regretted it afterwards. He found pushing her out of the bed and his apartment was easier than dealing with his rash emotions. He mimicked her eye rolling, not bothering to be honest. 

Rolling her eyes, Georgia stood up from the grass, wiping off her behind and clapping her hands to get the dirt on them away. Walking up to Flint, she perked a brow at his reply. 

Flint took a step back, wanting him and Georgia to have a minimum distance.

Georgia couldn’t help the laugh that escaped out of her throat when Flint all but tossed her off him. She landed in the dewy grass with a thud, behind hurting, but Georgia did nothing but tip her head back and laugh. He was so surprised, and his anger about her biting him was even funnier than she thought it would be. 

The peace and quiet he relished turned to chaos. He glared down at the hollering girl, rolling his eyes as her lips curved into the trademark Cheshire grin. 

The flash of dark, wavy hair, made Georgia perk up. She didn’t need the stranger to turn around to know who it was, and Georgia could say she hasn’t seen Flint in so long. He didn’t seem to notice her when he walked by, and she fell into step behind him, sneaking quietly and cursing her work shoes for being so squeaky. The man didn’t turn around though, and for that Georgia was thankful. So she put her plan into action. Breaking out into a run, Georgia jumped on his back, covering his eyes with her hands and biting sharply into his neck. She then whispered. 

He was half expecting a shadow and a figure walking past him, but the sudden heavy toll on his back threw him off his balance. A few stumbles and sharp pain in his neck before Flint shoved the stranger off. 

At the crash and the loud, yelling tone of his voice, Georgia couldn’t help but flinch. In a moment it was her father, tie loose and angry fists, red face, and in a flash, it was Flint once more. The fact that she had been frightened at all by the image made Georgia angry, and she clenched her jaw, speaking forcefully.

Don't be angry. Don't be angry. Flint repeated the words in his head, his fingers tangled up in his hair as he tried to stay relatively calm. He turned away from Georgia, facing the beige side wall instead. 

Georgia sighed, before letting out an exaggerated sound of sorts from the back of her throat. Flint, who the fuck would hire me with my record? Don’t you think I’ve tried?! This gets me a lot of money! I can pay bills with this! Help my aunt out with this!

The pen in Flint's vice grip snapped into two as his fist slammed against the cold hard steel. He stood up from the chair and snapped towards Georgia. 

Georgia laughed lightly. Lord knows we won’t be able to pay his dentist bill if he gets another cavity.

The last time he got cavities, he had to use two paychecks to pay for it. But knowing him he'd do it again in a heartbeat. 

She knew it was going to be a no, but Georgia couldn’t help but ask anyway. That’s how it always was, it seemed. Then Kier probably will too, you know how he is.

Kier and any sort of carnival, festival or just a big event turns him into a little kid. Don't let him get too hopped up on candy. 

Picking at her nails, Georgia paused a moment before looking back up at him. You’re more than welcome to join us. If Kier is back by then, he can too.

It was a nice gesture, but Flint shook his head, rejecting the invitation. No, I don't like the festivals on this island. I'll stay at Axle and work on cars while everyone else has the day off. 

Georgia didn’t expect him to say anything back, really she was almost surprised he asked about her plans. Flint was never one to take a compliment, especially if it came about feelings. That was just the way their relationship worked, Georgia gave, and Flint took, and she was okay with that. Looking back down at the coffee table, she missed the small smile he gave her, before looking back up at him because of his question.

He gave a curt nod in her direction while listening to her talk. Georgia's voice was one of the few things that could help Flint fall asleep, although he would never outwardly admit that.