Gerutha
New Member
Private RP with @shygirl3
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It wasn't every day that a scruffy looking man like Eric came storming into an expensive store, looking ready to strangle someone with one of the expensive silk scarves they sold at the store. Eric usually didn't look very happy to start with, most of the time frowning or deep in thought, but this look was a whole new level. He stomped up past several people right to the counter and slammed his hands, still filthy from the car he'd been working on, down on the previously pristine, shiny surface.
"Who the hell thought that tossin' my little sister outta this shit hole of a place was a good idea? Huh?" he snarled, lip curled up and eyebrows digging down.
A man, looking far too young for his grey hair -- yeah, those were definitely dark roots showing -- carefully edged towards the angry young man. "Sir, maybe we can discuss this in private and avoid creating a scene?"
Eric glared at him. "If you can toss my sister out in public, you can deal with me in public an' explain t' me why the hell our money ain't good enough for ya. What? You thought she was gonna be liftin'? Just 'cause she don't dress like those little hoity toity snits?" He gestured with a wide, sweeping arm movement at a few of the women at the store.
He might not be rich, might not have finished school and might have been in his fair share of trouble over the years, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was taking care of his family. He had to. No one had any idea where his mum was, his father was in and out of jail. All his younger siblings had was him and if some snooty little bastard like the one in front of him was the reason his little sixteen-year-old sister was sitting at home ine completely humiliated tears, well, he was just going to have to tear someone a new one, wasn't he?
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It wasn't every day that a scruffy looking man like Eric came storming into an expensive store, looking ready to strangle someone with one of the expensive silk scarves they sold at the store. Eric usually didn't look very happy to start with, most of the time frowning or deep in thought, but this look was a whole new level. He stomped up past several people right to the counter and slammed his hands, still filthy from the car he'd been working on, down on the previously pristine, shiny surface.
"Who the hell thought that tossin' my little sister outta this shit hole of a place was a good idea? Huh?" he snarled, lip curled up and eyebrows digging down.
A man, looking far too young for his grey hair -- yeah, those were definitely dark roots showing -- carefully edged towards the angry young man. "Sir, maybe we can discuss this in private and avoid creating a scene?"
Eric glared at him. "If you can toss my sister out in public, you can deal with me in public an' explain t' me why the hell our money ain't good enough for ya. What? You thought she was gonna be liftin'? Just 'cause she don't dress like those little hoity toity snits?" He gestured with a wide, sweeping arm movement at a few of the women at the store.
He might not be rich, might not have finished school and might have been in his fair share of trouble over the years, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was taking care of his family. He had to. No one had any idea where his mum was, his father was in and out of jail. All his younger siblings had was him and if some snooty little bastard like the one in front of him was the reason his little sixteen-year-old sister was sitting at home ine completely humiliated tears, well, he was just going to have to tear someone a new one, wasn't he?