#xx. interactions

location: the o’riley family home

     As the days started to become colder, Cian had found himself spending more time at his family home. It was more of a trust issue as he didn’t trust anyone else to clean up the home whether if it was a cleaning service or a yard service. Maybe it was because he knew how the people of New York could be and if word of an abandoned home got out into the public, he knew there would easily be one or two punks trying to steal whatever they could. 

     So, he did the work himself. It kept him busy for the most part which was better for both him and his wife. She could handle so many renovations at their house and from the snapping, the limit was getting closed to being reached.  The only good part about the colder days is that everything he needed to keep trimmed and looking nice was starting to die. It gave him less work to do outside which his cold fingers always enjoyed. 

     Once inside, Cian decided to put up some of the Christmas decorations they had stored in one of the larger utility closets. He was shuffling around boxes when he very faintly heard the creak of the floors. It caused him to immediately stop moving and shift his weight to be closer to the doorframe in order to hear if the creaking continued or if it was just the house being old. 

     Sadly (though not really for his own enjoyment), the creaking continued and Cain shifted to be on his toes as he walked out of the closet, a hand grabbing the gun he kept holstered on his side. Normally he wouldn’t carry so out in the open, but he wasn’t going to chance it while he was alone. 

     Marcus eventually ended up at the beach once he realized the plans he thought he had for the day were actually next weekend. He really couldn’t waste the outfit he put together and so he thought that helping out around the beach could at least be something good to put out in the universe and even better get the hours to pass by faster than him sitting at home. With trying to make the community better, he easily picked the ones which spoke to him aka cleaning up the beach and the little community garden. 

          It shouldn’t be surprising to anyone how simple it was to get Marcus to agree with just about anything. No matter if it was something easy or more on the dangerous side, he didn’t see much wrong if there was a way out. Why he agreed to hang out with Greer despite their past  engagements was a tricky one to completely answer but he’d just give out the excuse of needing to clean out his fridge. 

     In actuality it was his idea to go to the little hidden cove they found during senior skip day. Well, he found it before them because he remembered taking a few special people there when he wasn’t completely out of the closet. So, really, this was their cove. The painted rock said so and you can’t go wrong with a painted rock. “Hey, baby, why didn’t we bring any fucking pillows?” The joint he so cautiously shared between him and Haley was just about gone (he wasn’t too worried since he brought the bag he had and if she brought anything too) and he found himself almost content on lying on the blanket they brought instead. 

     It had been a week since Sydney left her lipstick in his bathroom. A whole week that he has been staring at it unable to push himself to actually try it. Why would he want do to that? Well, he has very little impulse control and it looked as if the tube was his favorite color purple. And so tonight after he had a little bit too much to drink, leaving him feeling light and happy as a buzz settled in, he finally put it on his lips. It was also because he convinced himself it would just come off after because it’s makeup and it washes off. Right?