She had insisted on dancing even though he could smell what had to be a dozen bottles of alcohol on her but he guessed it wouldn’t be so bad. She was moving up against him in a way he didn’t really find adequate for public but she didn’t seem to mind and if his mind wasn’t elsewhere he might have enjoyed it.
But then she stopped and looked up at him, bit of a mischievous smile reflecting on her lips. God, she was beautiful in the way that she was looking up at him, the way that she was urging him to follow her. She wanted to go upstairs. He figured that if there wasn’t a way to get out of his own head then going upstairs might be the one he was looking for.
Once they were up there she got to kissing him, urgently tearing at the shirt he was wearing, a couple of buttons falling off in the process. He was lost in her body the way that he always was, greatest way to stop himself form thinking. His hands moved over her, detailing every part of her that he enjoyed. She had a way about her.
Just as she tipped on back onto the bed and beckoned him down to her she stopped, hands pressed flat against his chest as she stared into his eyes before slowly rising to sit up. Tears were welling there, sadness was registered on her features.
Sadness. He’d never seen it in her.
"What’s wrong?" He asked, breathless almost as he leaned in to kiss her again but, once more, he was pushed away.
"Shane and I-" She trailed off, the tears falling as a vulnerability struck her.
He froze a moment as he stared at her, brows knitting together as he watched her. “Shane….and you? what do y’mean?”
"He wanted to have sex." She stated, lowering her gaze as she fiddled with her fingers. "What was I supposed to do? You weren’t here!"
He just stared at her for a long while, disbelief echoing in his gaze as he tried to find the right words to say.
There were a few people out there. Scattered cans of beer all over the place. There was a guy with some girl having sex on the side of the house. Someone was puking by their car. And it was pretty damn hot outside. Things changed so much.
When they were kids it would just him and Rick along with Ricks old man. He remembered sitting with the fire on in the living room as his dad told them stories about when he’d go on out here with his own dad. Some of the criminals he had busted over the years. Stories that left Shane fascinated to no end. He liked to ask questions. But he had too much respect to hound.
And this where he and Rick had caught their first fish. Rick had the bigger catch. And he got on Shanes ass about it. Until that Summer they learned to shoot. And Shane got one pretty damn near to being in the middle of the eyes.
This was the place where they had had their first taste of beer. Ricks dad asleep in the room. He was a heavy sleeper and he snored like a damned freight train. So they sneaked off to crack open a can and Shane had a couple cigarette. They talked outside a lot, too.
When Rick was 15 it basically became his place. His dad stopped staying the whole weekend and then he told him that if he wanted it he’d have to upkeep it. It was the same Summer that he and Rick had spent fixing it up, leaks, pipes, all their Summer job money being spent to pretty it up.
The Summer weekend turned into a party the next year. It had been Shanes idea. Rick had only been somewhat taken with the idea. But he had himself a good time. Except the time when Marge bet them all a chance to go skinny dipping with her in the lake. And when Rick won the bet Shane threw his clothes up in the tree. Or the first time Rick got drunk and he crashed Shanes car into the tree. Or the times when Shane would ditch him in the crowd of a bunch of douche bags to go on upstairs with some girl he had picked for the night. They laughed though when they thought back on those times. They laughed like hell.
There wouldn’t be no laughing looking back on tonight. Blot it out of history. Shane was hoping he had a shot at that.
He could see that something was written on his features, something tense and uncertain with every single look he gave him. There was always a certain way that his eyes shone whenever he lied about what was going on.
But what was it that Rick was expecting him to say? Wasn’t it him that had ruined things with Shane? Going on and feeling something for his mom? Surely that was something that should be off limits? Apparently when it came to Ana things didn’t have limits.
At Shane’s words Rick’s eyes drifted towards Samantha and he drew in a breath. What would he be feeling now if she had actually called him? If she had truly wanted him to come? Rick wasn’t sure and that was unnerving.
"Yeah, guess you’re right." A small chuckle before he reached out and gently touched Shane’s shoulder. "We’ll get it back to how it should be." he stated with a gentle assurance brimming in his eyes. But how was any of that certain? How did he find it in himself to even give that over to Shane so honestly?
An uneasy smile registered on his lips as he retracted his hand and stepped away. Taking in a small breath he made his way through the crowd on over to Samantha and she immediately pressed herself in his arms.
"Hey…missed you." He softly told her as his eyes closed, breathing her in. But things didn’t feel the same, nothing did. After Ana would anything?
Ricks words stuck with him, played on and on in his head. The way that things should be. Shane had gotten to thinking that things weren’t ever going to be the way they should be. Things were going to just get worse from here on out.
He watched Rick with Sam for a moment or two. And he knew that things were going to change. Never for the better. Because he knew what he had done. He knew.
There was not only his guilt to deal with, it wasn’t so bad. That feeling, that dragging down. It felt more human. It wasn’t something that he couldn’t live with. He could live with the guilt.
What he couldn’t live with was his pride, his deep rooted but well hidden pride that he was glad that he had screwed something up for his friend. His friend who had the good life, or what he thought of as the good life.
He wasn’t sure what Sam was gonna do. That girl had a crazy that could be predictable sometimes. Like dating Rick. Crazy.
So he walked on outside. It was less stuffy outside. But he got no relief.
looking up at Shane from where he was he couldn’t help but let out something of a loud laugh. “Me? running out?” Shaking his head he pushed his hand back through his hair. “‘course not, think I look like someone that would?”
Shane looked him over, looked at his eyes for a long moment. Not in them, at them. Almost like he was studying something. “I don’t think that I can trust what you are, Rick. Not anymore.”
The smile seemed painted on Shane’s lips as if it wasn’t something that could really be meant. As if everything that would be said from now on between the two of them would be masked with images and lies. There were things to tell Shane about but all of them were wrapped up in Ana and he wasn’t even sure what the hell to say about that.
So he simply gave his friend a nod followed by a long drawn sigh as his hand pushed back through his hair. “Yeah…thought I wasn’t coming either. But…” He thought of what to say. Couldn’t necessarily stand there and tell him that he had come to rejuvenate what little was left between him and Sam. Only now realizing it because Ana had set his insides on fire just being near her.
Lies. There would now only be lies between them.
"…Sam called me. Told me that she wanted me to come." The lie was bitter on his tongue. Anyone would call it out. Everyone knew that Sam didn’t want Rick around. That she thought he was a waste of time. Everyone knew that.
Still he let the words come out, true or not and offered a small shrug. “So I figured that spending the night getting drunk off my ass would be alright, I suppose.” He laughed a little, the sound of it strained and unsure as he met Shane’s eyes.
There was something there that Rick would have liked to uncover. Something brimming that probably extended from inside of Rick as well.
There was something wasn’t there?
But Rick just looked away from him, about the room, at everyone else he knew but also didn’t know.
"How’s it going tonight?" He asked, brows tensing a little as he reached for a beer as well. Might as well try to enjoy himself. "Don’t seem as good as it used to be." Maybe that was because everything seemed faded without Ana
They were standing here lying to each other. He knew that. And the pain in that was just bad. He hated it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually looked Rick in the eye and told him a bold faced lie.
Actually it had been in the 7th grade and he had stolen his lunch money. And he had told him that he saw someone else do it. Racked with guilt he had come clean pretty quick though and Rick let it slide.
But this wasn’t about some trivial 4 bucks. This was his girl, this was serious. But here he was lying to him, hiding. And all the guilt in the world wouldn’t be able to force out a confession. He didn’t think that he would be able to handle confessing this to him. This wasn’t the sorta thing someone let slide.
Rick was right. Things weren’t as good as they used to be. And Shane had this pit in his stomach feeling that things were never gonna be as good as they used to be. Things had changed too damn much.
And maybe people were right when they said that graduation changed everything, it changed people. People grew apart, people got hurt. And then it was all over. It was done in the past.
He didn’t think that he was ready though to simply let his best friend go like that. He didn’t want the change but he already had taken the steps to put it into kick start.
"Nah, it ain’t as good as it used to be. Never gonna be again." he said, lifting his beer to his lips. He could see Sam looking over them. But he didn’t look at her directly, he looked at everyone else. They’d all be going to college, out of state, out of town. They most likely wouldn’t be seeing much of each other anymore. "Why don’t you go hang with Sam then if she called you?"
"Yes sir." He answered with a nod towards the other man, reaching at the back of his pants to pull out his gun. Old piece, only thing he owned that was worthwhile. "Be right back." If Shane wanted to be the leader than so be it, Rick wasn’t going to fight him on this. Like hell he was going to, he didn’t doubt Shane’s ability to put a bullet in him.
He didn’t bother with the woman after Rick left he pushed her onto the bed and told her to stay there. She was too damned scared to even move. He knew she wasn’t gonna do something like call the cops. He saw Rick downstairs. “You thinking of running out?” he asked, a smirk on his face.
Shane was right. Even though she’d been with him since the start at the quarry camp, she’d been given time to trust Shane, and he’d proven time and again that his gut reactions were right. But these people didn’t know that. And anything that would potentially disrupt their community might cause a backlash toward them. If they failed they might be thrown out or worse. It was a new world after all. Killing to set an example was likely on the table again, especially in small communities.
"I guess we have a couple of options. We could try to expose him. Try to uncover whatever it is that he might be hiding. Or we could leave, take our chances elsewhere." She studied him for a moment, grounding herself in his eyes. "Truth is Shane, I’m tired of running. I’m tired of being out there, moving from place to place, unsure of where the next everything is. It feels so good just to rest for a bit, to feel human again."
Andrea tapped her fingers lightly against her knee. Her jeans were actually clean for once. And this room, it didn’t smell like decay and dust. There was something to be said for having a place that felt like her life before. “Maybe we could just play nice, learn what we can, and destroy him quietly.”
A smile came over her face, as she looked at him. “You up to playing nice, Mr. Walsh?” She tapped his knee playfully. Remembering the Governor’s advances, she made a face. “I do need to be careful about being alone around that man though. He’s starting to get too friendly.”
He didn’t wanna play nice, especially not with that guy. It was gonna be a hard task. He knew that. Trying his best to act as if he didn’t care or suspect what he was doing. But he knew that Andrea was a smart girl, she knew what she was talking about. And if he was gonna listen to anyone he’d listen to her.
But too friendly, now he didn’t like the sound of that. He didn’t want him getting too friendly with Andrea, getting expectations. He wanted to make sure none of that happened.
So why not get rid of him now? But that was contradicting what he had just told her and he knew it. He knew that would be irrational. And just like his old man used to say, irrational is just a nice way of saying stupid. Last thing he wanted to do was something stupid. Especially not when they found something good.
He knew there wasn’t ever gonna be anything this good. He knew that this was the last chance they had at something at was gonna last.
"I think I can do that." he said, although there was still some reluctance there in his voice.
Today my first fully Indie blog, Eunice, turns 1 year old, and my main rp hub, zenofrping, has recently reached 100 followers, so, I figure it is time for a
littlefollow forever, something I will probably only do once a year on Eunice’s blog birthday because this is, quite simply, challenging when you run things like I do. If I have forgotten someone, it was not intentional (you should see my crazy notes for this thing)
This is my cross account follow forever for all of my Muses, since I follow and play with all of you lovely people from one account - and I am grateful for the 300+ of you that follow me on these various accounts
I love being able to create worlds and stories with all of you, and I wouldn’t want to spend every free waking moment any other way
Eunice Bloom ~ thissimplywontdo
Gunslingers ~ thelastgunslingers
Andrea Harrison ~ truthispoison
Shane Walsh ~ thefrogwhisperer
Lori Grimes ~ hellprevention101
Carol Peletier ~ sassysurvivor
Gareth (Terminus) ~ terminusoftheline
Nebraska ~ justcallmenebraska
Jack ~ scavengerslikeme
Extra Special Thanks
aintyouapeach - you were my very first rp partner, taking a chance on me and letting my Shane play with your Daryl so I could work out some things for a fan fiction - just over a year later, that fanfic still needs to be finished, but I spend every single day writing - and your Daryl might be the only one that my Carol even lets get remotely fluffy with her - we have so many threads over our accounts that I’ve lost count - but I love you and I love that you indulge my need for Carane and also for Blackberries, which just goes to prove that even unlikely ships can be lovely
aequitaaas - it was because of you that I created Eunice in the first place - I had followed you from my main fandom account - (likely because of Conphy content) - I’m not sure exactly how it went from lurking to account creation and play, but it did - you are lovely and play all of your muses so well
gunslingerdixon - literally I talk to you everyday, and on those rare occasions that I don’t I feel lost in the world - I don’t really have to say much here because I would hope you already know - as far as your muses, Gunslinger Dixon is the absolute perfection of Daryl, and the fact that you indulge my love of all things gunslinger makes me love you even more, and that you give me all the angst I could ask for and more with my Carol as well - and then there is Riley riles-baker - only she could make Jack whole and will always be his otp
fuckin-believer - you are an asshole, and yet I love you still - your Connor is amazing, and I wish you would believe me - but you never do - so it is what it is - I also love that you are prone to spontaneous muse generation - you are amazing at all of your muses (pretty soon you’ll have more than me if you don’t already) - also, Nik strawberrynik, Jack loves his girl
breakfromthemundane - I wish clinics meant that you had wifi and time to rp all day, but even though we don’t get to talk as much as we used to, I still adore you - and all of your lovely muses - you put such thought and care into their background they are amazing - plus Martinez x Karen is a ship that will never die
saintmcmaster - you are my brother, in and out of RP, and I love you, and you are a sweetheart and take a break from your serious SPF edits on flaanery to make me odd ship gif combos - forever my brother - forever my heart - also you are the brilliant mind that took us from the tunnels to Ireland in our rpg le-dochas-nua which always holds a special place in my heart
notthegoodgrimes - I love you - that’s all I can really say - your Rick is so flawless and wonderfully adaptable, and you never say no when I ask for a thread - and you give me Andrick and Lorick feels in overdrive - plus you are so sweet and nice ooc - and you are wildly creative and the reason that I started actively playing my gunslinger account, even though your western account is long gone now
secretsurvivalist - Erin is amazing, and Garin is just perfect, you know you are in trouble when your muse actually tells you to actually go seek out a particular muse - in and out of character you are lovely, and I love your Rick theres-us-and-thedead, you have no idea how much I appreciate your willingness to try western verse - and how much in general I adore you
lastsheriffsdeputy - you just get me, maybe only as INFJs can? - and derpy Rick is perfect Rick, and thank you for indulging my Andrick and Carick feels
ididwhatihadto - you are such a powerful writer, and your rendition of Carl is actually why I started liking him as a character - also Will shadowsuspended is just blow away talent - seriously - I don’t know how you do what you or why you agree to play with me
little-songbird-greene - you are always so sweet to me, I honestly don’t know what to do with you - Beth is lovely and complex - I also love that I can just randomly bug you out of the blue and you are never phased - and Kitty drippingxinxsin and Sully sully-the-whiz - I love both of those girls
seth-walking-damned - you are up in this section even though we just recently started interacting because you are giving me Dark Tower, and I love your writing and Seth’s back story, and bonus points for your face claim and having seen Ellen’s movie
your-blue-dream - ah, Jack adores Van, what more can I say?
sortalike7-eleven - we’ve only recently started playing on Carol and Eunice but I love your Murphy, and I stalk your other accounts - you are very talented and you really get Murphy - and I’m so excited for the train thing you have no idea
kathy-barnett-rp - Kathy is lovely and so are you
prentiss-comma-emily - Emily is so good and you’ve developed her character so well, sorry Bryan is so slow in replying, he’s more of a baby muse, and you just amaze me with your talent - plus I stalk Primes like you have no idea :) - and Emily might just be Gareth’s undoing
afurie - I rarely if every answer opens, but I’m glad I did to your Everett - Jack loves him - and I love how beautifully you write - you have amazing skill and I want to write more with you
theboysguardianangel - thank you for indulging me in an AU verse with Shane, and you really understand Eunice, although her penchant for posting cupcakes often has me swearing under my breath late at night :)
builtforthisworld - I love your Shane, especially the love and care that you take in bringing his character to life you just get him, and ooc you are so nice
natus-victor - your Carl is wonderful, I love how you have fleshed him out and given him new directions - I want to play with you more
controltheengine - we’ve just started talking, but I’m very excited for what we have developing - all the post apocalyptic goodness that one could ever possibly need - which speaks to me on deep levels
redneckxholmes - Gareth still owes you two kisses, and a reply on the current one - you are very talented over your various accounts, and I’m glad i get to play with you finally :)
reverendshanex - you are an amazing Shane, and I love our taking over Woodbury thread
strikingknives - I know we’ve just started but I’m looking forward to playing with you and I love your character’s backstory
shootxtokill - you are an amazing Rosita and I enjoy playing with you
huntress-among-zombies - we’ve just started plotting, but I’m excited for our thread, and I enjoy seeing you on my dash
daryl-my-brother - we’ve just started playing and need to rework our thread for claimers, but you are a very good Daryl, and I love how you play him
Watching You In Awe, But No Ideas For Threads Yet
Regular Blogs I Follow That Make My RP Dash Happy
thank you for your beautiful gif sets, amazing artwork, smart blogging, and/or brilliant commentaries
quodl ~ sebastiunstan ~ shanestellingyou ~ veritaaas ~ king—county ~ zuzzolek ~ lapasita ~ womenoftwd ~ the-walking-dead-art ~ laxmorales ~ blindheadlight ~ imorca ~ dixonmacmanus ~ nedstax ~ knowshowthesafetyworks ~ valonqars ~ aykowa ~ adestroy ~ beitae ~ jeffdemunn ~ pauljesusmonroe ~ shandreawalsh ~ zombieanddiamonds
++My upteenth follow forever and I am shocked. I mean I don’t have as many followers as some but all of you are perfect because you follow me. (I MEAN ME?!) So thank you! My inner Rick thanks you wherever he is (Suspended in time no doubt in that wretched train car) but yes, 1000 and I feel like crying. For reals. Thanks everyone who follows me! Even those I don’t RP with! Everyone of you are 100% (or 1000% ;) ) amazing, flawless really!
(Totally not a bad thing I promise okay.)
ididwhatihadto / shadowsuspended:
Hey there, you. You perfect person filled with magical words and wretched feels. I love you okay. You’re all the precious and all the perfect and all the amazing. Our gazillion threads are the best things ever and you’re awesome. SO much more awesome than this post but still shhh let me love you.
montanaparker / thewinterxsoldier:
We don’t thread here but we do on my Cap so yes, you’re all kinds of perfect and I can’t even why how do words. You’re the best thing ever and I count my stars everyday knowing you write with me. (Were you prepared for that cheese? Bet you weren’t.)
apocalypticthief / nothisdaughter:
Preciousness! Thank you so much for all the effort and time that goes into our threads and all the perfect that you give me! You know that you’re amazing, I hope you do because you really, truly are. You’re an inspiration actually. A beautiful person and I heart you to bits and pieces. (and bubbles too…your bubbles is precious too.)
zenofrping (which means all your perfect muses because yes):You are one of the only people who has given me so many feels on here that I actually sit there sobbing in front of each and everyone of your replies. Like wow okay. You have so many muses and they’re all accurate and just perfection. You’re absolutely amazing.
Can I thank you enough for letting me help you throw Jared into the apocalypse? Because I do, I thank you. Youre awesome and our new family with Abigail is perfect, okay, the best thing ever. Yep, I love you.
We haven’t been following each other long but already I’ve fallen in love with your writing and even more in love with Loki because of you. I’ve been searching for a LONG time for a Loki to steadily RP with and here you are. You’re amazing, as if I haven’t let you know that enough already.
My first Michonne and the reason Richonne was born onto this blog. SO THANK YOU. Our threads are amazing, they’re the best and everything you do is flawless. One of my first non-RPG followers and you’re just awesome, okay. Everything you do.
maggie-greene / sanguineus:
We haven’t talked in awhile but, hell, you’re amazing. Thanks for the feels and letting Rick taste a bit of the undead. haha Your writing is perfection and so is your brilliant Maggie. All the love, ALL OF IT.
(Again not a bad thing I promise okay. People I RP with)
(Not alphabetical because I suck)
giveintothexdarkness / howlinginhale / twiceblessedhalliwell / xclarissima / darkodarling / stitchedxnxsewn / thewoman-whostill-hashope / inadequatehero / theyoungsir / eiliminti / vodkawithlime / ophidixn / builtforthisworld / adequateblonde / reverendshanex / nolongerthesamewoman / gunpowderandchocolate / cmacmanus / damngxrgeous / gloomyvictor / itspartofthepackage / itsperspectivelove / letsjustkillthemall / rubyhaireddemon / itsacreativeplan / aequitaaas / prentiss-comma-emily / elenaishuman / xmichowned / ferrumxfugit / aintgonnabeyourbitch /
And People I don’t RP with but hey hi You’re perfect
asskicker-grimes / duetothedead / pitynotawidow / spywitharedledger / imabetterfather / mslorigrimes / sacrificalis-matrem / theunofficialfirstlady / crossxfire / detectivexpookie / l-ange-en-rouge / carolinedearest / nychtxs / ninelivesremember / anyamarshall / corruptdeputy / alwayswillgraham / its-beverly-katz / aintnohomocidecop / bahorel-the-peasant / sparkssparkssparks
And the AMAZING Rick’s that everyone should follow. Yes do it.
++If I missed anyone it is my own inadequacy, my brain wasn’t working right. It isn’t you, of course. AGAIN thank you!
The house was there like a broken relic of his past, the long winded past that seemed to culminate with burdens along the way. He wanted to breathe in the complications and then let it all out. Were there any reasons why he hadn’t gone in yet? He couldn’t bring himself to.
Once he was in there he would have to greet everyone he knew with a smile, grab a beer, act like nothing at all was wrong. As if the world around them hadn’t fallen apart and they were all still bred of the same vein. Born into Southern charm and existing in it too.
There had to be something else left for them.
Taking the keys from the ignition he took in a breath and smelled the scents of home on the air. This was where he belonged. Not with Ana wrapped up in his arms, kissing those lips that brought about life and death. She gave him meaning. He wasn’t just some kid following in his dad’s footsteps. No. He was a man with her, someone she could cling to and understand. Someone she could love.
Shaking his head at his own thoughts his steps brought him to the door but before he made it there it opened and Sam was standing there before him. There was a smile on her lips but it didn’t reflect in her eyes. She looked burdened by something, her eyes told a story of someone who wanted to be on her own without him dragging her down a bit.
"Hey…." He softly said, stopping in front of her. Once more he felt the surrender towards her, the clench of his heart that echoed with a rip when he realized just how much he had connected his strength to her.
She didn’t say anything she just reached up and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him close against her. There was nothing that was holding her close to him, she detached herself from him.
"Shane here?" He asked in a softened tone still holding her close to him. He didn’t want to let her go now that she was here. No, this was where he was landing. He’d been on a high but now he was grounded and he needed to realize just what was real. This was real.
She nodded pressing a light kiss to his neck before she pulled away. “I’ll call him.” She said, leading him inside before going on up the stairs.
He heard Sam knocking but he told her that he knew Rick was asking for him, told her without seeing her that he would be right on down. He crushed the can of beer in his hand and let it drop to the ground. He heard her steps finally start away from the door. He stared down at the can a moment.
He could use the excuse that he was drunk. But Rick knew him too damned well. Three or four beers weren’t enough to get him that drunk.What had he been thinking? Had it all been her? No, it was more than that, it was deeper, wasn’t it? Because he had had her before and it wasn’t like the damn broad was one of a kind. She might be in Ricks eyes. But good screws were good screws. And she wasn’t much of anything other than that.
It had been about Rick. It had been about him wanting so badly to amount to him, hadn’t it? He had everything, every damn thing. Things that Shane knew someone like him could never had. He had a good family, people that cared. And in Sam came the one thing that he knew he could take away from him.
Had he always been so jealous? He didn’t think so. He wasn’t even sure if he was just digging too deep into the slight hazed pieces of his head, trying to excuse himself of the crime he had just committed against his friend, his best friend.
But seeing it like that just made it all the more worse, seeing it like that just made him feel and look like complete shit. It wasn’t an excuse. It was what it was. And for a moment it had felt good taking something that was supposed to be Ricks.
Now it didn’t feel so good anymore though. He just felt plain guilty. And now he knew that he had to go on downstairs and face him. He would know then, wouldn’t he? If he didn’t know already. And what would that mean to the two of them? What would happy to his brother then?
He had to be a man about this though, confront his own mistakes if he had to. So he got up, kicking the can aside and under the bed before heading downstairs to where Rick was.
"Hey." he said, casual, calm. Not wanting to mention it unless Rick did. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. But already people were looking at him with some expectancy as if they were telling him just to be a man and fess up now. He reached for another beer instead and cracking it open he offered his friend a side lipped half smile. "Didn’t think you were coming, man."
Rick couldn’t pretend like he was surprised by the words that came from Shane just then. His brows lifted a little displaying a false sense of surprise that he didn’t inwardly feel. There would be a long loss settled between them and it would never be patched over.
"Sure y’can? Brothers even after they’re all dead, ain’t that what we said?"
He held Ricks eyes, taking note that there wasn’t any fear. Wasn’t even any damn surprise. And that infuriated him, that made his blood boil and burn. He felt sick with the anger that was suddenly the only thing he could feel. But he turned away and back towards the woman who looked scared shitless. But what could she do? She thought that she would be having a good time by now. Well, at least one of them was gonna be having a good time tonight. “Check the rooms, Rick.”