#defineddefiant

one on one was a fair fight especially if it is just throwing hands. ( does gyp ever play any way but dirty ? ) it’d be almost amusing if the defacto head wasn’t already feeling the tenderness of purple forming around light eyes. some can argue he deserved it though ; he left the other’s big mouth pretty busted too. the two haven’t turned to blows in a long while. the two were pretty evenly matched. ( there’s nothing wrong with a fair fight. ) 

jean against brick left an odd vibration against his ear. cal was sandwiched between the alleyway and his fellow gang mate. “ what        are you trying to kiss me ? ” there was a chuckle in his question. eyes squint almost in amusement. he was halfway between excitable and volatile, ( really a dangerous place to be. ) snickering is heard from their few friends nearby ; it’s not smart to break them up when they’re like this. they’re cut from the same cloth. ( maybe that’s why they got under each other’s skin. )

“ fuck off adkins ! “ he spits. calloused hands push the other away when he has the chance. it’s substantial but he regrets that the thrust wasn’t harder. “ go have a marlboro or go home. ” 

                she picks up the photograph ; it’s old and tattered. his parents : veronica hadn’t personally seen them before. “ you have his eyes. "

               “ we could get arrested for this, ” she admits nonchalantly. though she’s pleasantly surprised ; who would have known breaking and entering was in rosalind’s wheelhouse ? 

                    " i thought someone should tell you that your mother has died. " it’s a favor he promised the other wright siblings he would deliver. everyone knows about the frayed family dynamic. 

                 " i'm sorry if it upsets you, but I'm going to marry her. " his words meant nothing ; his intentions obviously not there. deb at concession stand was a full on doll. wes was just calling dibs. 

               “ you got a package for me ? ” a brow is cocked ; curiosity line his words. 

perhaps she put the two cups down too roughly on the counter top. it was evident by the resonant clank of the glass. a grimace takes over her lips momentarily at the noise. yet she still reaches over to grab her father’s whiskey decanter from the shelf. “ my mother          she’s back in town, ” chris admitted as she unscrewed the bottle. 

“ you’re the only one who knows. “ the gang knew about her detachment from the parent who abandoned her. the brunette isn’t sure how to process her ( probably brief ) return. she’d rather just drink away any sorrows. maybe that’s why she invited owen over. once she poured a generous amount in each glass, she picked up her own. “ so bottoms up, “ she lacklusterly cheered before bringing the cup to her lips. ( time to forget. )

                       he didn’t talk until the pair went out the front doors of the precinct. it’s a brisk morning ; his breath is visible in the air. a dramatic drop in temperature from last night. ( last night was a blur. ) it isn’t his first time he was caught by the heat nor was it the first time he used his one phone call to reach his former girlfriend. “ thanks for bailing me out ros, “  he began, walking down the concrete steps with her. the greaser still knew her number by heart but had long since tried to win her back ( which was for the best, young still saw her most everyday. ) “ i owe ‘ya           how about a burger from rosie’s ? “ he was rather starving himself, and something greasy would cure his hangover. besides, maybe it would stop his ex doll from asking him any questions about the night prior.