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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-25 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he gets there and david hasn't arrived. if he's being followed, that's going to look suspect: him arriving, and then david. but maybe once he goes inside anyone following him will leave. sleeping off drink in another apartment - why not?

he just has to hope for the best.

it's not long after that david shows, and evan opens the door with a scowl, but doesn't say anything. he's got something under his arm and a bag of popcorn, for some reason, but they didn't get anything to eat at the bar. ]


Midnight snack?

[ said a little more sharply than he meant, but that's fine. they don't get along, anyway.

he's got two bottles of vodka on the counter, which he doesn't like any more than the rest of the shit they get but at least it has a burn. this time he keeps them out of the living room, instead offering david a glass in the kitchen. may as well just get drunk and sit on the linoleum if they have to. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-25 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah.

[ not that he would have been impressed by something more significant, but popcorn is just weird to evan.

and david's reaction to his double purchase is annoying, too, but he can put that down to it being david existing near him. evan grabs the whiskey and his own glass, opens it up without hesitation and pours himself a drink. the very slight buzz from before is stronger now, but that's easy enough to ignore. ]


Shoulda got something a the bar. Unless it was all too expensive for you.

[ after their discussion about expensive everything else, the food probably wouldn't have been a bad move. he'd glanced at their menu. $30 for a burger. even he has standards for better than that. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-25 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ evan just gives him a flat look. not that he disagrees, especially at those prices, but he doesn't go out to eat while he's drinking. in fact he doesn't eat out much at all, but he's getting food in somehow given his size. it's all at home, in private. it's not anybody's business what he's eating. ]

You bring a goddamn pizza in here, there's gonna be a problem.

[ just more mess. he finishes off one glass much too quickly (again) and goes for another pour, this time of the open bottle of vodka. ]

Don't think it'd go with this shit anyway.
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-25 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ evan sneers, although with the drink it's lost most of its edge. ]

Thought you had more class than that.

[ does he? it comes out without thinking, and evan decides against trying to correct it by taking another drink, although he doesn't finish the glass this time. too much alcohol isn't going to help their situation; being miserable in private isn't any better than being miserable in public, but at least here nobody's going to overhear what they're saying. ]

Guess if we're talking about losing control, it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. You'd think they'd be happy we're attack dogs if that's how we're fucking raised.

[ pulling back to a tangent from before. too much earlier. probably potentially treasonous, but who's david going to tell? ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-26 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ the temptation is there, but evan only shakes his head. ]

If they didn't like us beatin' the shit out of each other, that's not gonna go anywhere. Not unless we find some ... I don't know. Secret plan to undermine them both. Or cut off some kind of ...

[ he pauses. no, he's not going to tell david king about the drug supply lines or anything else critical, no matter how drunk they both are. ]

You know. Interfere. [ good save. ] Otherwise we're just drawin' attention. Making them look like they can't control us. Their fucking kids.

[ he wants to break the glass, but manages to resist. just barely. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-26 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he scowls at david, because the immediate, front of the brain response to something like that is disdain and hatred. make his father look bad? he's not stupid. he's not going to do that. he's a macmillan. whatever problems they have, his father is always right, and one day he'll figure out how to do everything right, just like he should.

the problem is that on the heels of those thoughts is a simmering wave of something else. he'd call it treasonous in anyone else. in him ... well, it's still treason, but it's more difficult to parse. ]


Didn't realize you wanted to get disowned that fast. [ the alcohol burns, but not nearly as much as before. ] Wanna make my life that much easier?
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-27 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ the comment makes evan just slightly uncomfortable for reasons he can't parse, but david's quick enough to wipe them off the table with a totally different tangent. part of him is grateful for it. most of him gets irritated again. ]

Sure. Why not? Can't fight in public anymore, I guess.

[ at least not like this, drunk and in a place outside their territories. if one of them trespassed on the other's land, that'd be different. ]

You wanted to lose control.

[ evan finishes his glass, sets it down, and pulls off his jacket. the long sleeves underneath, layered under a t-shirt, don't give away anything except the muscles hiding underneath. his knuckles are scarred and bruised, just as much as david's are. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-27 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the problem starts when david takes off his shirt.

evan wasn't expecting that. he took off his own jacket because it restricts his movement, but the shirt wasn't coming off. david, apparently, didn't have the same idea. there's scars, some evan's fairly certain are his fault, and there's tattoos. not a lot, but enough to draw the eye.

so do the lines of his muscles. the way he looks taking his shirt off in the first place. the way he throws back one more shot. evan knows he's staring, and it takes him several long seconds to finally stop doing that, instead fixing david's face with a glare. ]


What, you're suddenly too good to get blood on your shirt?

[ he wants the shirt back on because if they get into a real fight, he's not totally sure he'll be focused. maybe if he just keeps his hands curled into fists, so that only his knuckles come in contact with david's skin. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-28 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Like you don't have a hundred more at home. Like you can't buy a hundred more.

[ which evan also could, but it's not his thing - frivolous spending isn't in the family rulebook, except where it counts as according to his father. it's why his jacket is so battered. it was incredibly expensive, but it's lasted him a decade. provided he doesn't get in any other serious fights with it on, it'll last him another. if he lives that long. ]

Like all those girls you bring home don't rip them off you.

[ where the hell did that come from? even evan looks a little surprised by it, but that vanishes quickly, his hands already curling into fists, his attention on david's face, not anywhere else. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-29 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ evan can't think of a way to answer that. any of those questions, really, but daivd's comment about ripping it off himself hits on an awkward, uncomfortable, infuriating point in his brain, and for a few seconds he struggles for a response before giving up and going for the answer he always does when he falls into real, choking uncertainty: violence.

he lunges at david. not quite with the ferocity he did on the street, because he doesn't want anyone to call the cops even if they're not that likely to show up here, but there's clear rage in his eyes. and maybe a little bit of panic. he tries to land a punch on his jaw, partly to start the fight for real and partly to shut him up. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-30 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ the blow hits, but so do david's. they rain down on him. his gut and sides. what he's wearing doesn't offer much protection. maybe he should have kept the jacket on.

evan backs up a step, tries to block, realizes they're still in the goddamned kitchen and then throws himself back at david to try and get hold of an arm and jerk him off balance. toward evan, and then toward the ground. he's a good enough fighter but his worst - best - work is when someone else is on the ground, prone, barely able to protect themselves. unable to stop the endless punches to anything he can reach.

of course, it doesn't work like that with david. still. he's going to try. they're both drunk enough that it might work. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-30 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ evan goes down, because even if the alcohol isn't reaching his face, it's submerged his brain at this point.

they hit the floor together and immediately it's a fight to not end up on the bottom. on his back. vulnerable to the same flurry of rage and punching he wants to dole out. he tries to get david pinned, but drunk as he is, the best he can do is try and kick out, grab at him, grip hard, and try to hit his head with his own. but it goes badly, because, again, he's drunk. he can't maintain enough focus to use only the crown of his skull.

if it hits, it'll stun him as much as it does david. and hurt just as much, too. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-08-30 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's blinded by his own stupid actions just long enough for david to land a hit square in the face and then stumble as he's shoved, finally landing on the floor fully, managing to avoid being flat on his back just by right of how small the room is.

he snarls something unintelligible and snatches at what should be david's shirt, but there's no shirt. fingers claw at david's skin, across the scars, and then his hand recoils like it's been burned and he grabs for david's head instead. at his hair, maybe. something to drag him down. try to bash his face against the wall, the floor. anything.

now's the time the drunkenness settles in, and he can feel it dragging him down. he's better than this. he has to be. has to be. evan tries to lunge off the floor to tackle david one more time. ]

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