#prcblemdog

she’s taken it upon herself to go off on her own today. the others are working diligently to gather more people, build something  better, and she’s rather set on doing the same thing just in her  own  way. she sets another one of their boxes down by a mile marker, pulls out her sharpie to write on the top flap:  take what you need, leave what you don’t. on the bottom flap, she writes out:  if you need help, VPH channel 4. for a moment she stands back, pushing the marker back into her pocket, reading over her writing to make sure everything looks okay. 

❝ let’s just hope you do someone good. ❞  she speaks it into the air, at a box full of inanimate objects, no less, but the objects in that box could easily animate anyone these days. hell, the bottles of water alone could bring someone back to  life  of their worst day. a sigh escapes, she turns on her heels, and she bends over to pick up the bucket of paint and brushes she’s brought along with her. yeah, that’s the second half of her ’self-mission’. she goes down onto the warm asphalt, and begins another mural. there’s the box of necessities, but close by will be an art piece; something to fulfill physical and mental needs. 

                    ❛   good   afternoon   ,   mister   pinkman .   ❜    shelly   states   with   a   professional   smile   as   she   stands   from   her   seat   ,   holding   out   a   hand   for   him   to   shake   ,    ❛   shelly   gravano .     i’m   pleased   you   chose   to   meet   with   me   today .   ❜    he   could   be   a   major   supplier   for   her   budding   criminal   empire   ,   and   she   intends   on   playing   nice   as   much   as   she   can .     doesn’t   want   this   to   go   sideways   ,   though   she   does   have   a   weapon   on   her   and   men   stationed   around   the   area .

Todd hadn’t been anticipating the shove that came from behind him as he walked through the sea of people crammed inside the small apartment. Beer bottle in hand, Todd was certainly the smallest man in the room. Standing at a measly 5 foot 4 he was knocked about quite frequently. Normally he was good at getting out of the way or making himself known, but for some reason this one asshole had been messing with him all night over it. Constantly bumping into him, following him around just to trip him up or make him look foolish.

The beer bottle was against his lips as he’s shoved, only making the liquid inside the bottle jump out and splash both Todd and the stranger in front of him from head to toe in beer. Todd’s arms fall out to the side, shaking the beer from his finger tips with shakes of his wrist as he holds back a snarl of contempt. Looking down at his stretched tank top, his chest is soaked. A fact that might normally make him laugh.

“Yeah, fuck my bad. Hold on.” Todd says, moving to get a little closer to the stranger who’d inadvertently been soaked by Todd’s beer bottle. “Here, hold this will ya.” Todd says, looping an arm around Jesse’s neck as he shoves the bottle into his hands. Once Jesse takes it, Todd pats the man’s shoulder and looks towards the man who shoved him. 

His lips press together and he whistles sharply to gain the other’s (and half the party’s) attention. It works, and the man turns to look at Todd just as the short head head slides away from Jesse. 

“Ey, c’mere.” Todd lifts his hand and waves the other man forward, curling his finger like he has a secret he wants to tell. When the distance is close enough, Todd’s smirk turns into a snarl and with lightning fast reflexes, Todd’s fist slams into the underside of the man’s nose –– breaking it quickly. 

Todd shakes his wrist out while the now-bloodied man takes a few staggering paces back. Todd keeps his snarl in place, advancing on the man as he staggers back, he even hooks the toe of his foot under the backside of the man’s heel, making him tumble over a few friends and land squarely on his ass. The momentum makes the other man spill his own drink all over him –– bloodied nose mixing with the scent of beer as Todd stands to the side with a satisfied grin.

“Try that shit again an’ I’ll make sure ya ain’t got any nose left ta break.” Todd says, pointing a finger into the man’s face. He knows he’s probably too busy dealing with the broken nose and blood to care about the threat Todd’s wielding, but it makes no difference to the red-head. 

Satisfied, he walks back over to Jesse.

“Thanks, man.” Todd says, adorning a charming smile that would suggest he wasn’t at all bothered by his bloodied knuckles and soaked shirt. It’s as iff all worries from before have been successfully managed as he reaches out and takes his beer back. Todd winks up at Jesse and raises his beer before he takes another swig –– affectively cheers-ing Jesse as if he’d singlehandedly helped Todd kick the man’s ass.