renegades.

billy.

    Angry doesn’t come close to what he’s feeling right now, he’s furious. It isn’t just the fight that he lost, or the jeering from the crowd and their mocking gestures. None of that matters as much as the scene that’s taking place a few feet away from him. What has his blood boiling the most, are a few wankers loudly taunting Perrie and Savannah. Using words Billy would rather not repeat. Their intentions are clearly not to be friendly. He makes his way over to scene, pushing himself in between two of the men to place drinks in his hands on the table. His now free hand then grabs the shirt of one of the men and he forces him a few metres backwards. “Lads,” regardless of this being America, Billy still had his London ‘terminology’ rooted in him. A dead stare is pointed at the remaining men still standing around their table, challenging them. He then refers to Savannah and Perrie instead, his voice significantly less sharp.

         “That trip to the beach, yeah? I think we should go on it now.” He didn’t want to lose it in front of them. They were both strong women but from what he had gathered by looking at the other bargoers, they would be three up against the whole bar.

                         ❛   if you keep this up ,  it’s gonna be hard to understand you with a broken nose and no teeth ,   ❜     sweet smile does  nothing  to cover the deadly look in her eyes ;  she’s no stranger to   this   side of billy’s life ,  has come to handle herself better than the first few times ,  but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t piss her off just the same.   fingers twist the ring on her right hand ,  like she wants to take it off and   sucker punch   the nearest asshole in the stomach ,  so the soft material on her wrist reminds her to  find her balance.   she’s standing between them and savannah for no other reason than she just wants to throw the first punch ,  typical pez  (  and yeah ,  she’s a little over protective  ).   as the insults fly on ,  fingers start to curl and uncurl ,  itching to break skin on the knuckles ,  interested to see how the guy’ll  squeal  when she socks him.   sadly ,  rather  fortunately ,  billy’s voice cuts through the latest barrage ,  pulling her attention easily.               she pouts a moment ,  like she  really  wants to draw a little blood ,  but she’s well aware of their odds ,  too.   billy doesn’t need another loss ,  and she’s never said ‘ no ’ to the beach.   lacing her fingers through sav’s ,  she starts toward the exit before anyone changes their mind.     ❛   couldn’t i have just ,  i dunno ,  kneed him in the nuts or something ?   ❜

                   they were both holding back and savannah knows it but she personally wouldn’t let those assholes yell & come at them and just take it so as she stood next - or more behind - her girlfriend, she took the freedom to yell one or two things back at them. throw insults right back. they didn’t have the balls to beat up a woman - did they ? but if push came to shove, she most definitely wouldn’t mind throwing a punch or two. but dogs that bark don’t bite. she despises this part of billy’s life so terribly much but it was nothing new, she’s fairly used to it now. perrie’s comment made her grin and it was so amusing to see how offended the man got for a second. the next moment billy’s already with them and before she knows it, he’s made a suggestion to lose. while it would have been interesting, she doesn’t really want herself or one of them ending up in jail or a hospital.

                  feeling perrie’s fingers intertwining with her own, she smiles and her free hand is held out for billy to take as they start moving to get the hell out of this place. plus, the beach did sound extremely nice right now.  ❛  next time, babe.  ❜

          His words makes her roll her eyes as she shakes her head lightly. “It’s your kid, why should I be the one chasing after him? You bought the tricycle anyway.” She teases him with a small nudge in the side. They both know she would be the one running after Elijah - most likely yelling in both horror and delight. “Elijah would never get away from me though. He behaves when he’s with his aunt.”

                   “I don’t know what you’re wearing in private?” The teasing continues as she turns her attention back to her brother. He is right though. Blue overalls and her brother? That do not sound like a match. A smile spreads on her lips although she cannot help but study her brother’s features as he mentions his wife. She lets out a snort as she hands back his phone, still a slightly concerned look in her eyes. There is a question ready on her lips, but instead she decides to stick with the light topic for now. “I still don’t understand the appeal of those yellow monsters. What’s wrong with some good old ninja turtles?”

                  ❛  yeah but you’re his aunt. you have to spend some time with your favourite nephew. that involves you chasing him.  ❜  he huffs as if she’s supposed to know this. after all, it’s not a matter of who bought the tricycle but more of reuben thinking he got to relax while cécile was going to visit them.  ❛  sure, he does.  ❜  it almost made him laugh. elijah wasn’t a bad kid but sometimes he does have his five minutes - like every kid.