rosa_ruiz (rosa_ruiz) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-09-28 22:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, angel and rosa, rosa |
Partly Cloudy
Who: Angel and Rosa
When: Afternoon
Where: laundry room bar
Angel had wandered down to the bar, mostly just to see it and to keep an eye on Wren because that was his thing now. Their teaching session might have to wait until later but for now he could at least see what this place was. The bar was nice, really nice. He got himself drink and settled in to take in his fellow prisoners.
Rosa was here for one reason and one reason only: to put to rest her concerns. She needed to know if it was him, if this Angel with a heart condition was the same as her Angel with a heart condition. She started toward the bar after scanning the room but pulled up short after a moment. Hijo de puta....
That was him. She knew. She knew the back of his head like the back of her hand. That son of a bitch. Marching up toward him, she reached out for his glass and yanked it from his hand, throwing it very purposefully onto the floor with a loud shatter and splash of whatever liquid was inside. "You son of a bitch!"
Angel wasn't expecting a confrontation and as soon as she grabbed his drink his guard and his fist were up, ready to hit her, until he realized who it was. His hand fell at his side as he stared, as if he'd seen a ghost. "Rosa," he breathed, then reached for her. His Rosa, alive, well, and here again. His beautiful Rosa.
"¿No se atreven puta! ¿Cómo estás aquí?" She stepped back and just as instantaneously as she did, her fist swung up and around to aim itself at his jaw. That son of a bitch was here!! The reason she was even put in jail in the first place was standing right in front of her and he was not covered in his own blood yet so she had a lot of work to do still.
"I went to jail and they sent me here," Angel started but he caught her gearing up to swing at him, which thankfully he managed to duck out of the way of. Then he was trying to grab her arms to keep her from hitting him.
"Don't you fucking touch me, bastardo!" She stepped back again, not caring that glass crunched under her foot when she did. She was gearing up for another hit, this one aimed at his side. It was lower and maybe he wouldn't look down to see her fist head toward his stomach. He'd gone to jail? She heard it but wasn't processing correctly. So he had been caught? Or maybe it was for something else entirely.
He was watching her face and missed the punch and it landed square in his gut, sending his air out with a whoosh. For a moment. He doubled then made more of an effort to grab her arms, pinning them at her sides. "Stop, stop. Jesus."
"Stop?! Stop?! Usted no se detuvo en la frontera!" Rosa fought against his hands, stepping back even more to try and break free of him. "I cannot fucking believe you! Why. Are. You. Here?" He could not be here. He could not be here!
"No con usted" Angel told her. "But soon after." He tried to hold her still, stumbling with her. "Let me look at you. Are you okay?" No one had hurt her had they?
"Well, stopping 'soon after' didn't do shit to keep me from getting thrown in prison, you asshole!," Rosa snipped through gritted teeth. His request caught her off guard and she fumbled with it for a moment before shaking her head. "Let go of me or I will break your fucking junk off and throw it into a garbage disposal."
"Didn't stop me from getting thrown in prison either." Of course the plan had been to get her arrested. He'd just fucked up his end of things. "You get your hands on my junk you're going to want something else."
Rosa's eyes narrowed. "Vete a la mierda, hijo de puta! Let go of me right fucking now. I'll rip your throat out, Angel!" It was the first time she'd said his name out loud since he'd left her and the impact of it was deafening, but she wasn't going to let him know that.
God, she still had that temper. "How are you going to do that if I hold on to you?" But at the same time she was beautiful. Alive and full of spirit. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"And neither did I but what a fucking surprise, here you are." Rosa's eyes flashed again as she glared at him. "You will let me go, Angel, or you will leave here in a body bag." She was furious, so furious that she could feel herself shaking.
He was watching her, smiling a little. Yes, she was furious at him, which he supposed he deserved, but she was alive and well and even after all these years, he was still stupidly in love with her. “Wonderful surprise. I missed you bonita.”
No. No no no. He did not get to say that shit around her. "Don’t you call me that...What the fuck are you doing here, Angel?" She asked, not wanting to hear him call her bonita or one of the many names he had for her, but not sure she could walk away from this right now. She wanted really desperately to smash his face in and though she'd gotten a good punch in on him, it wasn't enough.
He let go of her arms, smiling a little more before shrugging. “I made it half a mile before I got arrested,” he told her. “Spent five years in jail. Now I’m here with a ray of sunshine.” Which Rosa wasn’t at the moment, but it didn’t matter. She was a ray of sunshine.
She felt better when he let go of her. She wasn’t ready to have him that close to her if she wasn’t laying a punch. “....I am not a ray of sunshine. I never was a fucking ray of sunshine.” She was partly cloudy as best and right now, she was 100% chance of thunderstorms. “...You shouldn’t be here, Angel.”
“You were my ray. Or have you forgotten,” he said smiling a little more, reaching to brush her hair back. “Shouldn’t be here? Why not?”
Rosa bristled and reached up to smack his hand away from her, hard. “Touch me again and I really will break your wrist, Angel.” He shouldn’t be here because she was here and she didn’t need him to be here. She needed him to be very, very far away. “You should be in regular jail. This is my jail…”
“Really?” Angel didn’t take her threat that seriously, going for her hip instead, curling his fingers around it. “Your jail? It can’t be our jail?”
“No it can’t fucking be our jail! There is no you and me, no our, no nothing!” She grabbed at his hand and twisted, trying to make good on her promise to break his wrist or, at the very least, maim him some more so he’d think twice about touching her.
“Fuck,” Angel swore, not sure what to do with her twisting his wrist a hell of a lot harder than he expected. He managed to grab her hand and stop it, but not quick enough, at least not until she’d caused some damage if the pain in his arm was any indicator. “There is still an our. You’re still mine.” He was serious. He still cared.
And it was really doing her head in that even after she’d punched him in the side and attempted to break his wrist, that he was still talking to her like this. Confused and angry, Rosa shook her head. “Estás jodidamente delirante,”she said, definitely believing it. He was as delusion as they come. And she was more confused than ever. Stepping away, she shook her head again. “It’s my turn to leave.”
Angel just grinned. “Never. I adoro,” he told her, but he let her go. “For now. I’ll see you soon.”
Rosa glared back at him over her shoulder and just shook her head. She murmured to herself as she reached behind the bar and took a bottle of the first liquor she could find, then started back away from him. She gave him one more glance, shook her head again, and disappeared through the exit back to her own block.