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Post by Logan Grey on Jan 2, 2011 1:57:10 GMT
Three hours later. Over the progressing party, the bar had begun to empty. No longer was there the heavy lining of smoke in the air, neither the bustling atmosphere that was influenced by alcohol and laughter. The only laughter (and alcohol) that remained was being resonated by Logan, Matthew, Anthony and the Dipton gang. The Greys had been anticipating the forthcoming moment ever since they arrived in the Irish pub but it wasn't long before a fair few of them had forced themselves to be brought home by their wives after drinking so much they were on the verge of passing out. It was only the remaining two who had managed to navigate their way around the place - while stumbling that was. It was Logan who, even though he was hardly aware of his surroundings, still wanted this place burned to the ground. And he wouldn't leave until it was. Anthony had similar views, even though he was currently entertaining himself by dancing to the music playing on the radio. He didn't know what the song was and who was singing it - just that it had rhythm he could wave his heavy arms and rock his hips too. The bartender, who was informed of the upcoming event, had already left. Leaving only the Diptons to guard the bar - all five of them had arrived, expecting a brawl to break out as soon as they set foot on their turf but with the state the Greys were in - and how little of them there were - they no longer expected anything. Not a particuarly wise choice. Logan, who had been using empty glasses as drums, stopped his musical movements and wobbled his way over to the phone, it took him a while to get the right number but eventually he managed to phone Lavinia and, in slurs, asked that she picked the three anarchists up. She agreed. Hesitantly. Logan dropped the phone but didn't bother with actually setting it down on it's base. He tripped his way over to Matthew his vision slighty disfigured - along with his way of walking. To Logan's advantage a song started on the radio, which he recognised very well. Swinging an arm around Matthew's shoulders he began to belt the lyrics out; "In Napoli, where love is king,
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Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 2, 2011 2:08:14 GMT
Matthew hadn't been in this kind of state since... Well... About seven years ago... And he was currently sat at the bar, again, and trying not to fall off of the bar stool. He heard the beginning of the song at about the same time as Logan put his arm around Matthew's shoulders. For a moment, Matthew wondered what the hell was around his shoulders before he realised that it was Logan's arm and he heard Logan beginning to sing the song.
"When the moon hit your eye,
Like a big pizza pie,
That's amore!" He half-sung drunkenly and, about to try joining in with the next bit, Matthew fell off of his bar stool and into Logan. The pair fell to the floor and Matthew looked around, looking somewhat confused. "Fuck it..." He mumbled and was about to try and get up before he realised that Logan was on the floor as well. He burst out laughing, unable to stop himself, and buried his face in his own arm to quieten his laughter.
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Post by Logan Grey on Jan 2, 2011 2:33:14 GMT
When Matthew collapsed on to the floor, Logan quickly followed and rather than managing to collect himself and stay standing (as he usually would) he ungracefully tumbled over with him. He snorted and shoved Matthew in the arm before grapping a table to heave himself up. Anthony was a victim to a fit of clamorous laughter and stumbled back into the radio, causing it to fall on the floor, the song faintened a little but didn't entirely mute.
Once Logan was back on all-two's he carried on singing, regardless of the fact he had a bruise forming on his shoulder.
"When the world seems too shine like you've had to much..." He found it difficult to remember the word, settling on something that sounded similar to the original, "brine... that's amore."
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Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 2, 2011 2:47:45 GMT
Matthew didn't notice Anthony's laughing, nor the fact that the music had quietened a little. He was now laughing at Logan's mess up of the song lyrics before trying to stumble to his feet. He, now, couldn't think of the words for the song right now and he just hummed along distractedly before looking around, confused. He didn't say anything, however, instead just looking around until he decided that what he was looking for must've fallen on the floor.
Stumbling over to the bar, Matthew grabbed it so that he didn't fall over again and looked at Anthony. He snickered softly then looked at Logan again and grinned before sitting down once more and he put his forehead on the bar. Why? Why not?
This was probably obvious, but Matthew didn't have a reason for doing anything at the moment. He actually barely realised what he was doing... Probably not good, but oh well...
Remembering them both falling over, Matthew laughed softly again and began giggling after about half a minute. For some reason, everything was making him laugh now and, as he looked at the bar, now sitting up, he started giggling a little just because of his thoughts of 'this looks like chocolate'... His mind was strange after a while of being drunk... But then again, most people's minds were strange after a while, so it wasn't that odd...
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Post by Logan Grey on Jan 2, 2011 14:59:33 GMT
Logan couldn't help but snort uncontrollably when Matthew let his forehead fall on the bar counter. The Dipton gang, who had their backs turned to the drunk brunette knotted their eyebrows together, bewildered or disgusted? Logan couldn't tell.
After gathering himself and stopping his unruly antics he bulldozed his way over to Anthony.
"We...we gotta leave like we have-haven't got anything then we'll turn around all... like... Al Pacino like..." He made a movement with his hands as if he was holding a Tommy gun then shook his body viciously as if he was shooting it. Anthony nodded, raising his eyebrows to try and stop his heavy eyelids from falling.
Using the tables to keep him walking in a slightly straight line, Logan made his way to the exit of the bar, pulling on Matthew's shirt to try and get him to stand up. He didn't even budge. Shrugging, Logan gave up after the single attempt and indicated for Anthony to try. The buff mafioso pulled Matthew to his feet almost as soon as he grabbed the tall man with ease. Once they all managed to make their way through the woodwork of the pub to the door Logan looked at Matthew.
"You gotta hide behind a-a or somethin'." Not being able to think like a normal human being, his sentence remained rather ominous for Matthew to try and find a solid object to hide behind. Then without any warning, he brought out a .45 Colt from his pocket, turned around rather dizzily and aimed it at one of the members of the Irish gang. Using the rest of his conciousness he held on tightly to the handle then let his finger push down on the trigger. Surprisingly, he hit one straight through the head, sending a spray of blood over his cronies. Anthony retrieved his C96 Mauser then, along with Logan, began copping bullets at the Irish gang. They fled to hiding behind obstacles - like any straight thinking person would and began to reciprocate the Grey's methods of shooting.
Anthony pushed Logan down behind a table for cover then did the same for himself behind another. Bullets were slicing through the air one after the other but a few were able to cut through the thick mahogany material of the Grey's cover - lucky for them. Even though Logan had started the brawl with a flying start he was slowly beginning to find it terribly difficult at aiming and actually succeeding in taking down his enemy without a hazy vision.
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Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 3, 2011 17:34:51 GMT
Feeling someone hoist him from the stool, Matthew stumbled a little and heard Logan oh-so helpful sentence. He gave Logan a questioning look, which Logan obviously missed because he was busy shooting the Irish. Matthew swore at the sound and stumbled away, falling out of the doors. He ended up on the pavement outside, looking around questioningly and he untangled himself from the door where he hadn't gotten all of the way out of it before it had tried to close. He stumbled to his feet and, ignoring the gunfire from inside, he decided to sit down on the pavement and waited for it to be over.
Matthew was being oddly calm about this. Any other time, he'd be panicking right about now, but because he couldn't even walk in a straight line, if at all, he didn't seem to think that a gun fight was that big of a deal, really... Strange, eh? Yeah, Matthew didn't think so...
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Post by Logan Grey on Jan 3, 2011 22:10:56 GMT
After a while of not so aimless but not so successful shooting, Logan had only managed to take down one of the five out of the Irish gang - and that was his first shot. However Anthony was feeling rather pleased with himself, having shot two clean to the chest and one to the head. Although after doing so, he recklessly waved his arms in the air as a celebratory gesture and he himself took a bullet to the bicep. Staggering to the floor, he stared at the wound with a befuddled thread tying his eyebrows together.
"Shit. There's...cranberry cocktail coming out... it's just there." He wiped away the 'cranberry cocktail' dripping from his arm, which was a bad idea. He squeaked at the feeling of pain, deciding not to prod the gash any longer.
Logan, who turned his slightly blurred vision to the Sicilian, noticed the crimson liquid trickling down the man's arm. "I-I think that's blood." He slurred before casually returning to the shoot out. There was only one member of the Irish gang left - only one. There was no way in hell he'd give up now.
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Lavinia Howards
Lost the Plot
Mama, I didn't mean to make you cry.
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Post by Lavinia Howards on Jan 4, 2011 0:14:58 GMT
Initially, Lavinia had planned to visit her family for the New Year's celebrations. Her sister was hosting a party which Lavinia was more than happy to join - ecstatic really. It had only been since Christmas that she hadn't seen any of her family so she was looking forward to the event - quite a lot actually. Gatherings were something that was regular with her parents - they were traditional Italians after all - 'family' was the prioritised drive to a good upbringing and life. However, those plans were soon disturbed when she recieved a call from a very incomprehensible and - presumably - very drunk Logan. She knew his scheme for the evening, she'd even tried to convince him to abandon those schemes in fear that it would bring unnecessary trouble to the Grey family. And did he listen? No. Regrettable to her, she had to excuse herself from the party and make her way to the Irish bar, the only advantage being that she was able to drive in her 55 cream coloured Cadillac. She'd come a long way with money over the past couple of years. How could she not? With that money she bought a beautiful new car, a new home and a whole wardrobe of clothes. The newest additions to her clothing collection being what she was wearing tonight. She hoped, prayed to God that she wouldn't get blood all over it. It would be an awful shame. Once she arrived outside the bar she reached under her seat, pulling out a .357 Magnum revolver. It was likely that things would get out of hand - or as she just discovered - had got out of hand. She wasn't expecting to be surprised at all, this was usual of both Logan and Tony although the one thing she couldn't help but be stunned at was Matthew, who was sitting outside, away from all the havoc. "Matthew?" She questioned, in a rather astonished tone. But when she recognised the state he was in all she could do was laugh. Tilting her head she asked "drunkard says what?" jokingly, wondering whether his one last shred of conciousness gave him a little bit of intelligence - he was safe out here, she'd have to give him that. |
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Post by Matthew Reid on Jan 4, 2011 1:08:00 GMT
Matthew heard his name and, in his rather drunken state, he giggled at her. His giggle was a very pitched giggle at the moment and he fell over, even though he was sitting down.
"Whaddya doing here?" He asked, attempting to sit up and he gazed at her, trying, for a moment, to drag up a memory which would've normally popped up the moment he saw her. He then remembered and pointed at her. "Vinnie! V-" He hiccupped. "-innie! Vat short one said 'bout you! He was talking 'bout... That... That guy that Goodnite hit! The bugger drowned himself." He giggled, seemingly amused by this as opposed to earlier when he seemed... Not so amused...
He stumbled to his feet, using the window sill behind him to help him up. "L-Logan's in there somewhere... I think..." He mumbled and leaned against the wall so that he didn't fall over again. "U-Unless he jumped outta a window..." He then looked up as though expecting Logan to fall on him at any moment.
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Lavinia Howards
Lost the Plot
Mama, I didn't mean to make you cry.
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Post by Lavinia Howards on Jan 9, 2011 0:31:36 GMT
Lavinia couldn't help but laugh yet again at the man. His question didn't help in keeping her composed either. "Saving their asses by the looks of it." She checked the weapon in her hand that was polished to a shotgun shine, making sure the holding capacity of bullets were full - which they were. Leaving the house with a fully loaded gun was a necessity that came with her occupation.
"Oh, Tony you mean." She snorted a little, trust him to use the classic cliche of "swimming with the fishes" and take it literally. It was either that or driving the dead body in a car to a generous garage owner to be compacted. "He's not short... a lot shorter than you maybe. It's an Italian thing - not rare if you meet one under six feet."
She rested her finger on the trigger of the gun then peered into the bar - Logan and Tony had plausibly managed to rid of most of the gang leaving only one. She confidently advanced toward the window Matthew had used to get up not so long ago then outstretching her arm, she aimed for the remaining Irish gang member. It took her little seconds in pressing the trigger and shooting him a fair few times in the chest. He slumped to the ground as thick fingers of blood crawled from his dead body to the floor.
Anthony turned around, even with his drunken state he'd realised the bullets didn't come from him nor Logan. Seeing who it was, he stumbled to a stance and again, threw his arms in the air. Regretting it when he felt a sharp jolt of pain stab his arm. Blood was smudged around his thick bicep, making it look an alarming shade of red.
Lavinia obviously spotted this and shoving the Magnum back in her pocket she ran into the bar. "Matthew, get yourself in the car!" She yelled before entering the pub. She directed Logan to do the same as Matthew then turned her attention to Anthony - who seemed pleased to see the consiglieri.
"Vinnie! You- you came to join the party!" He shouted, a joyed grin on his features. Lavinia sniggered then shook her head.
"Alright take your blouse off." She instructed. He gave her a befuddled look. "We need to stop the bleeding. Plus there's no way in Hell you're staining my beautiful cream seats." Hearing this he giggled a little then unbuttoned the shirt, revealing a white under-shirt. She wrapped the blouse around the bullet wound gaining a few hisses of pain from the 'short' Sicilian then helped him out of the pub and into the car.
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Post by Matthew Reid on Feb 2, 2011 20:31:45 GMT
Matthew heard her directions and frowned before stumbling towards the car. He didn't realise that Logan had been told to do the same and, as he fell over a slight bump in the pavement, Matthew glanced around and saw the other man before Matthew stood and tried to make his way to the car. He jammed the door open and all but fell into the interior before he looked around for the seatbelt. Forgetting what he was looking for, Matthew began giggling again and waited for the others.
When Lavinia helped the short Italian into the car, Matthew remembered what he'd been looking for. He didn't bother looking for it again, however, and just waited to see what would happen next. He, basically, had absolutely no idea what was going on and what was going to happen... So, that bummed him up, really...
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