Who: Triton and Poseidon What: Bailing Dad out of jail When: After this phonecall Where: The precinct where Poseidon is at, then probably Poseidon's home Warning: Language, probably some violence, Poseidon, Greeks
All in all, Triton knew he shouldn't be laughing. Knowing his father, Poseidon would hurt him over it. Still, the thought of his father, all fierce and fearsome, stuck in a mortal cell was hilarious. So Triton spend his drive giggling about the thought, and by the time he arrived he had schooled his face into a less amused expression.
Best not to go into work with a black eye in the morning. It'd raise question.
He brushed his jacket off before walking into the station and asking for the alias his father went by. He spoke to the officer who had arrested his father, being his usual charming self and making the woman feel a bit better about the situation. It seemed to be what Triton did most of the time, apologizing for his father.
When she left and they fetched his father Triton waited, able to feel his father's anger from here. Really though, they all had to abide by the laws of mortals now. He was no different.
That slight tremor continued under his feet even as he walked out of the cell to retrieve his things. His wrists were slightly bruised where the cop had thought it best to give a little where he obviously wasn't at the time of his arrest. She was a female cop, but she wasn't about to let some misogynistic bastard try to get under her skin.
Poseidon slipped on his watch and other affects when he locked eyes with his son.
"I could have this place down brick by brick in a matter or seconds, you sure you don't want to watch?" he asked the kid, threatening with his eyes that if he so much as cracked a smile he was going to pound his face into the ground.
Thankfully, Triton had years, eons even, of experience under his belt. He remained calm, not even smiling. He'd do that later, when he was alone. "I'm sure I'd rather not." He left the usual title, Triton looked too old to be considered this man's son. People threw them enough questioning glances.
That and he was sure that while his father loved showing off, it'd drain him. They'd all lost power.
He remained peaceful as his father collected his things, paying the bail and setting the receipt away. "Shall we then?"
"They won't know what hit them," he joked collecting his coat and putting it on watching with a discreet eye as his son finished signing off his release.
To mortal eyes they appeared almost as brothers. There was an uncanny resemblance except Triton didn't look as if he'd make the world fall down at his feet with one glance.
"What are you my escort?"
"Of course not," best to give in there. He'd long learned if he said 'no, you can't' his father just did it anyway. Just to prove he could. Triton swore it was why he chased those women who were not available.
"Your ride." He nodded to the clerk and glanced to his father. "They suspended your license, so I am going to drive you home."
"Fucking assholes," he said feeling his feet grind against the floor just as the female officer looked up. He tilted his head, the ground shook a little more. She'd detain him again if he acted out as he had before, giving Mr. Dorian Rubis the wary eye.
The other officers looked around trying to find out what this shake was coming from. They hadn't heard any car alarms go off and when one of them had ran outside there was no indication of an earthquake. It was as if the station itself was the only thing in motion.
Poseidon looked at Triton with that 'what' face. Now he was just showing off.
He sighed, setting a hand on his father's shoulder and gently guiding him outside. "Yes. Well. Before they find us both far to interesting to let go. You are expected at home." A subtle reminder of his mother. "And my sister is in town. Last I heard she was eager to see you."
He guided his father to his car, sliding in the front seat with a sigh. Sometimes he wished he still had his conch, so he could calm his father's rages that way. "How is mother?"
Triton was playing his cards right, though it wouldn't save him from sound lashing if he so much as lost that composure. The moment those lips turned on end he would find the need to hit. Poseidon may have just hit him for the sheer pleasure of it. It would release this tension in one way at least. "Sister?" he said cracking one brow upward. "Which one?" There were lots of little sea kids running around, only few had Amphitrite's name to them.
He took his place in the passenger seat, shifting it to adjust to his long legs. It wasn't often he was the one riding on the side. "She's the usual. What would you have me say," the topic was still a relatively bitter one. "Annoying." More often than not he and Amphitrite found something to bitch about, or Poseidon just found something to rile her about so he kept things interesting until she was done with this consoling period.
He'd save the laughing for later. He'd tell his sister, and she'd curse at having lost the chance to see their father in chains. It wasn't something that would happen a lot. "Kymopoleia," he sounded put off by the mention. "She's decided to invite herself into my home. Rather annoying. I suspect she will come to find you at some point." Mostly because he'd given her the task to try and keep their father occupied while their mother healed. He didn't expect it to last.
He started the car, making the drive to his father's home with relative ease. "I'll pay her a visit tomorrow if it suits you. I will try and drag Kymopoleia along with me. She's rather willful."
Kymopoleia was a storm of her own. She tended to be a carbon replica of Poseidon but in the female form. Her attachment at times was even too Oedipus for him. Whatever it came from he showed her the same disinterest as he did most his children.
Poseidon laughed. "Her mother will be pleased."
Maybe with her kids around Amphitrite would get through this faster. It was going too slow for his tastes mostly, if not entirely because it was a taste of his own medicine. Though, he'd never had asked for it to be given to her in this way. It wasn't fair. With Triton around she had perked, her eyes seemed to shine more knowing that she had someone to baby.
"It's listening to your mother bitch at me or you show, I'll be at work," remembering that he couldn't drive himself there. "Drive me to work tomorrow."
"I old her the same thing. Mother needs all of us children around now. Kymopoleia will remind her of her own temper. And I hear women can connect better with their own." He figured his father wanted things to be like they were before. Triton would not remind him this wouldn't be the case for a long time. At least she'd seemed to do better with him around.
He sighed, knowing better then to remind his father that he had a job of his own to hold down, and couldn't play taxi. He'd figure something out there. "I will try and coax her out to have dinner with me. And yes Father, I'll drive you. What time will you be expecting me?" He parked near his father's home, planning to at least get a hello in on his mother.
"She's been simpering and crying for weeks until you showed. Jealous old bag because of that half-mortal brat." He knew the reasons behind it, it was deeper than that but he wasn't about to show some extreme sentiment to his son. Just as he knew karma had turned on it's head to teach him a lesson and prove to the other that some cosmic force was keeping the two of them together. Amphitrite was his rock as much as he was her anchor. Things turned ugly when he didn't have what he wanted.
"Six. She'll be up not long after so if you play house for a little bit I'm sure she'll go out." His eyes were wary for a second, that look of concern that he didn't want to give up easily flared when he worried over his wife. "Watch her, I don't want some hysterical story when I get home." Triton had better take care of her.
Once the car came to a stop he got out, slamming the door behind him, still rather disgruntled that instead of commanding these reckless mortals he had to abide by them. Quite insane really.
"Of course Father," it was an old game, this nodding and agreeing. Perhaps he showed himself a weak heir for not showing how he disagreed, but everyone knew how disagreeing with Poseidon turned out. Not well. IT did remind him to reach out to his little brother, and the mother. At least to show that not everyone was as insane as his father.
"Six it will be then." Thankfully he didn't have work before nine so he could live with waking up a little bit earlier. He ignored how his father did not think he could protect his mother, "she will be safe with me Father. I assure you."
He winced at the slam, hoping it hadn't dented the car. There was no insurance that covered acts of Poseidon. "I would like to say hello to mother if I may? Also, do you have a way to contact the mother of my brother? I feel like I should get to know her."
Triton was a lot more laid back than even his mother, but he showed something of Amphitrite that was a better in combination than the sea king and queen were apart. Amphitrite could have been something much like Triton had Poseidon never chosen her for his bride. She was a quite innocent nymph until he'd played her and strung her along for the ride.
"She'll likely dote on you like you're five." He snorted shaking his head. The woman had been gushing about the boy since he'd turned up.
The car alarm went off at the slam, Poseidon carrying on without a care as he walked towards the penthouse.
"Don't stay too long," he motioned with his brow. Poseidon had gotten used to this time with Amphitrite before bed. She clung to him now like she didn't want him to leave. While the act in itself was annoying, right now he could not deny her. Not when he'd failed to be there when he was needed most.
"And if I do?" Triton was being a nosy little brat.
He turned the alarm off as he followed his father, setting his hands in his pockets. He had his temper and his violent side, but he kept it pretty well hidden. His father could have the anger management problems in the family.
"And I shall let her." His mother seemed to need someone to look after. He was all too happy to offer it to her. "I don't plan on taking long father. Just enough to give my hello's is all. I have places I'd like to be myself."
He sighed, "Because Father, like I said, I want to get to know her and my brother. Please?"
Poseidon rolled his with a grunt heading indoors where his wife was most likely waiting up. "You're not ten, bit she sure as hell could tuck you into bed if you let her." Amphitrite had always picked up in her parental tendencies where Poseidon ignored.
He walked in throwing his jacket on the nearby chair. He'd argue with her later about where he'd been that killed his license. Right now he needed a stiff drink while Triton played baby.
He made sure to make as much racket as possible.
When his father refused, he simply asked his mother. He knew when Poseidon was doing his usual, letting his anger flare because he wasn't getting his way. With gentle words he filled his mother in on why his father had been taking into custody. It wouldn't quell the argument later, but at least she'd know.
Once his mother was calmed and he'd said his hellos he left her room and glanced to his father. "I'm going to take my leave Father. I will be here at six so I will need my rest." He gave half a smile, "until then?"
He wasn't sure he liked having the kid around yet, but he was useful. The glass had just touched his lips for a second round when Triton returned back downstairs.
"Should I take the couch or venture upstairs?" he said with a light laugh knowing he'd argue with Amphitrite at least a full hour before settling down to sleep.
"If you get here early enough maybe she'll pack your lunch." He gave Triton a smug grin. "Tomorrow." He held up his glass . Triton was lucky, he got away scratch free.
It was because he'd had years of experience in handling his father. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. He held up his hands at the question. "That isn't for me to decide Father. And I shall see you then. Rest well." With a bow of his head he moved to the door, feeling fortunate enough he wasn't limping. Speaking with Poseidon was always a risk.