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“But I’m still just a lanky dork. Ironically learning to box doesn’t make you any tougher, it just makes you realise that if you actually got into a real fight you’d probably get your arse kicked.”

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it’s amazing the ways you find yourself procrastinating. i just listened to moonlight sonata on the kazoo. 

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Andrew clucked his tongue when he got no response and he pulled out his gun, twirling it around a little bit. “Mister Beckett, I’m just trying to solve a mystery about my lost case of sherry. Do you happen to know if you took in an extra shipment recently?” he asked, suddenly and violently shoving two big boxes of wine down to the ground, the liquid and glass everywhere. “Please cooperate with us, or we’re going to have to find things out for ourselves.”

He tried to remember what Jenny taught him to do after the first time someone had come in with intentions to find him. First, she had said he had to be silent. He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t make a sound, just shut his eyes and sat as still as he could. What else had she said? Don’t panic. He focused on his breathing and definitely not on the footsteps that scarily sounded like they were getting closer. Oh god, why did these things always happen to him?

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Andy shoved his free hand into his pocket and paused walking, a slow, wide grin appearing on his face when silence filled the large, mostly empty room. “Where, oh where, has our little bird gone?” he hummed after a little while, continuing to trail along the side of the room. “If you just answer a few of my questions honestly we’ll leave here without any trouble, Mister Beckett.”

At the sound of the head mobster, he tensed up. Nate didn’t really get involved in this side of the business, more tried and stayed out of it and focus on preparing the drinks as well as keeping the club looking somewhat nice. But still, he knew that mobsters didn’t like him, and definitely knew how much the Lilac Club’s didn’t. He thought that the best thing to do was to continue hiding, trying to stay as silent as possible in hopes that the trio would leave.

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“You can put apples in almost anything. You should try my mother’s apple cobbler that she makes during the fall.”

“I never understood the concept of the apple being “the king of fruits”. That is until, I had one from the market- they must use magic to grow these things because they are incredible. ”

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have i mentioned yet tonight how much i DESPISE chemistry???????

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“Locks don’t stop people who really want to get in,” Andrew said quietly, slowly walking in, his two boys not too far behind him. He had his hand lazily on the bolster of his gun, which was hanging out of his pocket. “And don’t worry about your sister. I really don’t.”

“I don’t know who just walked in or how you got through the door, because I’m… somewhat, sure I locked it, but unless you’re Jen, you have to go, or my sister will kill me for letting someone in while we’re closed.”

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Before Andrew could comment on his choice of reading material Nick was already moving on to the invitation. He could just discuss it with him over dinner. “Oh, c’mon,” he insisted, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezing it. “You’re never intruding. You’re like.... a brother.” So maybe the pause was longer than intended but he found the... appropriate word. “And Cami loves that I have a friend that keeps me thinking. Please? I haven’t had a real talk with you since you started taking on more classes.”

Kenickie’s lips twitched into a slight smile when he saw the title of the book Andrew was holding, momentarily distracting him from the situation at hand. “The Butterfly Effect,” He said, grinning widely. He decided not to comment any further on it, knowing he’d start rambling. “Oh, I-I.. I don’t want to intrude,” He said with a soft laugh, looking down and tugging at the hem of his coat shyly. He’d never been good at accepting invitations. 

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Andrew pursed his lips before nodding despite the fact her eyes were shut. He gently held her hand for a moment before kissing her knuckles and then shrugging out of his jacket and kicking off his shoes. He loosened his tie and slipped his suspenders so they were hanging loosely around his hips and legs so he could get somewhat comfortable. Then he settled down by his little sister and let her lay her head on his chest, the smell of alcohol wafting up. He didn’t mention it, though, and kissed her dark hair instead, shutting his eyes.

He listened to her breathing even out as she quickly fell asleep. He desperately needed a cigarette, but he knew nightmares tended to happen when she was drunk so he stayed. He brushed his fingers through her hair mindlessly, trying to organize his life a little bit. Had to find a wife. Had to deal with Jenny. Had to deal with the twins. Had to fix little sister. Had to appease the Boss. Had to protect Nick. Had to run the bar. Had to keep his secret a secret. Had to read that book. Had to hire new men from the police soon. So much to do. After about two in the morning, when he was sure she was okay, he slowly slipped from bed and grabbed his jacket and shoes and he shuffled to his own bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and then tucked himself under the covers, curling up alone and falling asleep.

&&. Vice || Andrew + Camilla

Thrown off by the sudden lack of movement, Cami groaned a bit as she was lifted into her brother’s arms. She slung one arm around his neck so that she wasn’t too much dead weight, using her free arm to wipe her nose and stop tears from falling. She told herself she wasn’t going to cry. “Th-Thanks, big brothe,r” She paused to let out a small yawn. “You’re the best…” her eyes had begun to flutter close as he carried her.

Camilla was fighting off sleep but couldn’t keep her eyes open. Everything was dark and blurry, but she practically knew where she was. Andrew’s house wasn’t like the large, family house she still lived in with their mom and dad. Bust she knew it almost as well as the back of her hand. Completely exhausted, with her head starting to hurt almost as bad as her stomach, Cami let Andy get her ready for bed. She snuggled into the warm and familiar bed, her eyes still only half open. All she could do was nod in response. They really did need to talk. Before Andy could go, she reached out for his hand. “C-Can you lay down with me? Just for a s-sec,” she muttered. It was obvious she was going to pass out in a few minutes, her voice was full of sleep.

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Andy let out a heavy breath and then ran his fingers through his already messy hair--where had he put his hat?--and nodded. He wouldn’t talk to him. Right away. “Okay, okay.” He smiled tightly and picked up the book he’d selected, a little something on the Butterfly Effect. “Come on, pal, I’ll walk you home. Unless you want to come join me and Cami for dinner, that is. You’re invited, as always.”

Nick had seen this expression on Andy before – when they were kids, and on a few occasions since then. He didn’t want him to get himself into any trouble, of course, but he didn’t want him to get any angrier either. He knew what that looked like, and he didn’t like it at all. “Leo,” He said shortly, swallowing hard and quickly shaking his head. “But – but don’t – don’t talk to him about it, okay? It was – it’s stupid n’ you don’t have to, Andy, s’not important,” He rambled desperately.

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hmmm... homework... or parks and rec? decisions decisions.

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Andrew finally just stopped and gathered his little sister up in his arms, able to go much quicker when she wasn’t stumbling into his side. “You know you’re welcome there whenever. Even when you’re idiotically drunk,” he said quietly, his two guards dispersing as he made it to his driveway. 

He bumped open the door and then kicked it shut softly so it wouldn’t hurt Cami’s head too much. He went to the guest room she usually stayed in and laid her out on the bed. Then he went through the process of taking off her shoes and stockings and dress and headpiece and then slipped her nightgown that she’d left at his place over her shift. “There you go, lady bug,” he mumbled softly, tucking her body in the thick, soft blankets. “I love you. But we’re talking in the morning, okay?”

&&. Vice || Andrew + Camilla

Camilla didn’t know what she expected to gain out of going out and damaging her liver. Maybe she just wanted attention. Or maybe she just wanted to feel numb for a bit. She didn’t always drink this much. It just sort of happened over the last few months. In her current state, Cami couldn’t think of a real reason for her actions. Her mind was too focused on how bad her stomach felt. All she wanted was to lay down in a quiet room.

She felt a small pain in her chest as Andrew spoke. Slowly coming to her senses and realizing just how bad the situation was, Cami felt more like Andrew’s burden than his lovable little sister. And then she just felt like crying. Sniffling and rubbing her eyes, she nodded her head. “I can’t go home like this. Ma and Pop will k-kill me,” she replied sniffling once more. “’Sides, your place is m-much more cozy.”

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“Me, Nick, probably about half the town,” Andrew sighed, leaning back against the wall and shutting his eyes.  “I don’t have the patience for them right now.” He lifted the stick to his lips and slowly inhaled the soothing smoke. “If you’ve got ideas, darling, I could really enjoy hearing them.”

She exhaled a big huff before putting the cig back to her side, “What have those two bozos being doing— what innocent people have they been harassing,” she was genuinely concerned about Andrew, the Renzellas had a way of bringing out the worst in people. “Talk to me, maybe we can come up with something together.”

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“Oh I plan on doing much worse than that,” he breathed, fingers curling around the cold butt of the weapon.

“Andrew Marcus Ricci,” he began with exaggerated shock as he placed one hand over his heart, “Are you implying that you’ll physically hurt me again, if I don’t do as you ask— You could get into serious trouble for such harassment!”

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Andrew tilted his head to the side a little and began to laugh. It wasn’t his day, but, of course, the reasons were very different. “Go,” he said, hand flying back to the gun in his pocket. “Now.”

The ridiculous grin on his face changed to a closed smile as he considered Andrew’s words. “It’s just not your day, Mr.Ricci, first you’re harrassed and belittled by this beauiful face and now all your customers are realizing that others can offer better things.”

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milorenzella said: nope we dont age,,,,we are like vaMPIRES,,,,

We can drink the blood that flows from Milo’s nose. Until he becomes a superhero loving nerd. In which case we will simply raid blood drives. Organized by Andrew the community leader.