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𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶. 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀.
BOOKER FRYE . . .
ALL MY LIFE BEEN . . .
LIVIN IN THE FAST LANE . . .
CAN'T SLOW DOWN
I'M A ROLLIN' FREIGHT TRAIN . . .
CHARLIE MCGEE
THAT'S RIGHT . . .
I TELL MYSELF I'LL CHANGE . . .
THEN I BEGIN TO REALIZE . . .
THE PROBLEM'S IN MY VEINS . . .
Aunt? Princess? Daddy? Booker was staring in quite a bit of shock at the little girl clinging to Malik. And Bo put the pieces together pretty quickly, but it was still a bit of a shock. Because he'd known Malik for a pretty long time, but he was damn sure there'd been no toddlers in the picture. And this was obviously the first time he was seeing this because Shalice thought to show up unannouced? And.. what the fuck?
Bo had never seen Malik act like such a softy in his life. It was weird. Weird and his face hurt. But as soon as this soft whipped version of Malik was out of the picture, Bo had to try and collect himself. Yeah, he didn't like Shalice, at all. And he was starting to feel pretty damn disrespected, himself. Usually, he didn't care much about that sort of thing, but Booker had been in this game just as long as Malik had been. He'd earned his fuckin' respect and didn't feel all that chill with her making an ass out of him when he was trying to sort some shit out with Malik.
But nope, huh? Gang comes first. There was a quarter of a million in that bag of their's and Booker was apparently worth only ten percent of it. "Well, if you weren't acting like a bitch I'd have called you a princess, princess" he spoke out through gritted teeth, smacking the gun away from his crotch because he wasn't being serious there and hopefully she'd know him well enough to tell. Though, his blood pressure was kind of boiling. Not a great situation. Not with these people who really weren't deserving of Booker's loose fists and anger issues.
"Yeah, I got some shit on my mind, Mal. But it aint somethin' I'm talkin' about with her around," He was annoyed. Obviously, he was annoyed. They kept saying they were family, but they had a pretty funny way of showing it. This was like the fourth or fifth time she'd pointed out his skin color, and he had to thank God that Mal wasn't like that. Fuck, he didn't want to be angry with Malik. Didn't want to fight with the guy. They had a lot to talk about, obviously. Seriously, was nobody going to mention that Malik was a dad? "I'm still his second, Shalice. Don't push me around. But fuck it, fine, business, I guess. Go at it."
But first, Bo's brows furrowed and he stopped in fron of Mal, grabbing the back of his head in a way brothers did and craning his neck to get a look at his face, "Fuck, I didn't mean to hit you, man. Really. I just... you know me." Loose cannon. Alway was, and always would be. But hey, at least he wasn't getting soft when it came to throwing a nasty punch.
Bo had never seen Malik act like such a softy in his life. It was weird. Weird and his face hurt. But as soon as this soft whipped version of Malik was out of the picture, Bo had to try and collect himself. Yeah, he didn't like Shalice, at all. And he was starting to feel pretty damn disrespected, himself. Usually, he didn't care much about that sort of thing, but Booker had been in this game just as long as Malik had been. He'd earned his fuckin' respect and didn't feel all that chill with her making an ass out of him when he was trying to sort some shit out with Malik.
But nope, huh? Gang comes first. There was a quarter of a million in that bag of their's and Booker was apparently worth only ten percent of it. "Well, if you weren't acting like a bitch I'd have called you a princess, princess" he spoke out through gritted teeth, smacking the gun away from his crotch because he wasn't being serious there and hopefully she'd know him well enough to tell. Though, his blood pressure was kind of boiling. Not a great situation. Not with these people who really weren't deserving of Booker's loose fists and anger issues.
"Yeah, I got some shit on my mind, Mal. But it aint somethin' I'm talkin' about with her around," He was annoyed. Obviously, he was annoyed. They kept saying they were family, but they had a pretty funny way of showing it. This was like the fourth or fifth time she'd pointed out his skin color, and he had to thank God that Mal wasn't like that. Fuck, he didn't want to be angry with Malik. Didn't want to fight with the guy. They had a lot to talk about, obviously. Seriously, was nobody going to mention that Malik was a dad? "I'm still his second, Shalice. Don't push me around. But fuck it, fine, business, I guess. Go at it."
But first, Bo's brows furrowed and he stopped in fron of Mal, grabbing the back of his head in a way brothers did and craning his neck to get a look at his face, "Fuck, I didn't mean to hit you, man. Really. I just... you know me." Loose cannon. Alway was, and always would be. But hey, at least he wasn't getting soft when it came to throwing a nasty punch.
Charlie's mouth opened in a bit of shock at the revelation from his brother. Rox did what? A cold chill began to settle through Charlie's bones. He couldn't believe.. but then, maybe it shouldn't be so hard to believe that. Since their mom died, Charlie had been nagged and warned not to trust his dad. But so far, the only thing Rox had ever used him for was to get in the house to grab some beer or whatever else. But he'd never stolen... And he'd never used Charlie like that.
But apparently, that's what happened. His eyes lingered on Lucky's face with all the bruises and cuts from the fight. To be a little fair, it wasn't his fault that Lucky had chosen to settle that lie with his fists. And then Lucky had to have known that Bo was with his guys. And it was Booker. Booker wouldn't sell to Kris because Charlie told him that if he ever did, he'd cut off the guy's testicles, make a testicle pie, and trick Bo into eating it. Charlie was a little protective when it came to his sisters.
But all in all, the weight of everything fell on his shoulders and he was way way way too sober for this shit. He was way too sober to find it in him to say that Booker's boss was pissed and was gonna come after them. He'd find the guy and set things right. Apologize or something. Charlie could certainly swallow his pride enough for that. Lucky ended with saying that Charlie was grounded, but seeing as Lucky never really gave a real shit about what Charlie did, he didn't react. He didn't care, anyways. Too much was rushing through his head and Charlie felt like he was gonna be sick. It had been way too long since he'd crushed up his last pill. Who was he kidding with this 'trying to get your act together' bullshit? He was no good, sober.
Lucky was gone and Charlie was still staring at nothing. So he was surprised when Meekah approached him. He didn't hate Meekah. On the contrary, he still felt a certain fondness for her simply because she hadn't treated him any differently for as long as he'd known her. But yeah, it was a little hard knowing that she fit in more than he did, these days. And now? After Rox stabbed him in the back, he felt even emptier than ever before. Charlie's smile was a little hollow when Meekah joked with him, "Yeah, couldn't begin to imagine that."
Meekah was gone and Charlie was left in the room with Kris who wasn't even looking at him. He thought about that job Leliana wanted him to take. It would be perfect timing if he could just get his shit together long enough to secure the job. But his mind was already falling back to what he really only seemed to care about these days. "I.. I don't know. I went to see Leli's boss this morning? Try and get a job there. But.." he gestured around him, "family meeting." He scratched his neck. Yeah, nope. He didn't know how to talk to any of these guys anymore. Ugh, he felt so awkward. Charlie just didn't bother saying anything else before he decided that maybe all this would be easier with a smoke or something. He had quite a bit. It was expensive, and he'd used a lot of the money he'd had from an old summer job to pay for it.
Fuck, nothing probably could have hit harder after everything than what he found in his room. Which was, coincidentally, nothing.
"WHO THE FUCK WAS IN MY MY ROOM?!" Charlie's voice would definitely be heard in every room of the house. No no no no no no, they didn't... fucking.. where the shit are they? All of his socks were on the floor in seconds and then he started pulling clothes out from the other drawers as well until he bolted into the bathroom and saw the white residue of what used to be his set up for the next month or so. His hand was shaking now, pushing through his hair in desperation as hot terrified tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes. It was pathetic and dramatic, yeah. But he was dependent on those pills. You never were supposed to just cut somebody off cold. The one pill in his pocket felt more and more like the only thing that could matter, now. His priorities completely shifted. Fuck his family. Fuck them...
Charlie was still in a bit of hysterics when he barreled down the stairs and had to keep every bone in his body from charging Kris and doing something a little.. violent. "It was you, wasn't it? Don't fuckin' lie to me. You're the only one dumb enough to think that this would help anything. Did Lucky tell you to do it? Do you even... Do you know how much that shit costs?"
But apparently, that's what happened. His eyes lingered on Lucky's face with all the bruises and cuts from the fight. To be a little fair, it wasn't his fault that Lucky had chosen to settle that lie with his fists. And then Lucky had to have known that Bo was with his guys. And it was Booker. Booker wouldn't sell to Kris because Charlie told him that if he ever did, he'd cut off the guy's testicles, make a testicle pie, and trick Bo into eating it. Charlie was a little protective when it came to his sisters.
But all in all, the weight of everything fell on his shoulders and he was way way way too sober for this shit. He was way too sober to find it in him to say that Booker's boss was pissed and was gonna come after them. He'd find the guy and set things right. Apologize or something. Charlie could certainly swallow his pride enough for that. Lucky ended with saying that Charlie was grounded, but seeing as Lucky never really gave a real shit about what Charlie did, he didn't react. He didn't care, anyways. Too much was rushing through his head and Charlie felt like he was gonna be sick. It had been way too long since he'd crushed up his last pill. Who was he kidding with this 'trying to get your act together' bullshit? He was no good, sober.
Lucky was gone and Charlie was still staring at nothing. So he was surprised when Meekah approached him. He didn't hate Meekah. On the contrary, he still felt a certain fondness for her simply because she hadn't treated him any differently for as long as he'd known her. But yeah, it was a little hard knowing that she fit in more than he did, these days. And now? After Rox stabbed him in the back, he felt even emptier than ever before. Charlie's smile was a little hollow when Meekah joked with him, "Yeah, couldn't begin to imagine that."
Meekah was gone and Charlie was left in the room with Kris who wasn't even looking at him. He thought about that job Leliana wanted him to take. It would be perfect timing if he could just get his shit together long enough to secure the job. But his mind was already falling back to what he really only seemed to care about these days. "I.. I don't know. I went to see Leli's boss this morning? Try and get a job there. But.." he gestured around him, "family meeting." He scratched his neck. Yeah, nope. He didn't know how to talk to any of these guys anymore. Ugh, he felt so awkward. Charlie just didn't bother saying anything else before he decided that maybe all this would be easier with a smoke or something. He had quite a bit. It was expensive, and he'd used a lot of the money he'd had from an old summer job to pay for it.
Fuck, nothing probably could have hit harder after everything than what he found in his room. Which was, coincidentally, nothing.
"WHO THE FUCK WAS IN MY MY ROOM?!" Charlie's voice would definitely be heard in every room of the house. No no no no no no, they didn't... fucking.. where the shit are they? All of his socks were on the floor in seconds and then he started pulling clothes out from the other drawers as well until he bolted into the bathroom and saw the white residue of what used to be his set up for the next month or so. His hand was shaking now, pushing through his hair in desperation as hot terrified tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes. It was pathetic and dramatic, yeah. But he was dependent on those pills. You never were supposed to just cut somebody off cold. The one pill in his pocket felt more and more like the only thing that could matter, now. His priorities completely shifted. Fuck his family. Fuck them...
Charlie was still in a bit of hysterics when he barreled down the stairs and had to keep every bone in his body from charging Kris and doing something a little.. violent. "It was you, wasn't it? Don't fuckin' lie to me. You're the only one dumb enough to think that this would help anything. Did Lucky tell you to do it? Do you even... Do you know how much that shit costs?"
