Laylah (laylah) wrote in 1931, @ 2008-08-05 18:23:00 |
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"Attica," Luck/Dallas
Part of the ongoing series I've been doing with them! Might stand alone, but probably makes more sense (in the "why are they getting along this well?" way) with the rest of the series to back it up:
Away for So Long (Dallas, Eve)
Deep Breaths (Luck/Dallas)
Queer (Luck/Dallas)
A Bridge to Sell You (Luck/Dallas)
[some other bits I haven't written yet]
Attica
This part: worksafe, ~2100 words.
Being involved with a mafia man comes with a few drawbacks. Dallas is coping with one of them.
Attica
This is the really stupid part. Granted, the whole idea isn't that brilliant, but the part that Dallas is really kicking himself for is the part where he voluntarily goes to see Keith and Berga when Luck isn't around to bail him out. Still, he'd bet Luck misses the sons of bitches, and Dallas for some reason really wants to be able to do something nice for Luck.
"Hi," he says to the guys in the front room at Coraggioso. "The boss in?"
"Mister Luck ain't around," one of the guys says. He's wearing -- they're all wearing black, even though it's early in the day.
"You got two other guys called Mister Gandor around here, though, don't you?" Dallas says.
The guy puts his cards down and gets up from the table. "Let me see if they're in," he says.
If they want anything to do with him, more like, but Dallas doesn't say so. It's been a few years now since he got his kicks picking fights with mafia.
"What?" he hears from the other room, too loud, and when he flinches one of the guys at the table even gives him a sympathetic little grin. Berga slams open the door to the back room, glaring. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demands. "You haven't shown your face around here for months, and now you come waltzing in like everything is fine! Luck isn't even here!"
"I know that!" Dallas answers, and oh shit he's going to die, because he's yelling back, but. "Why do you think -- that's why I haven't been coming around! I know where he is." His hands are shaking a little, so he curls them into fists. "I know what happened, okay? We -- we didn't think we should go to the trial, to keep from getting anyone's attention. But I was following it in the papers. I know how it went."
"If you know so much," Berga says, "then why are you --"
"Let me finish!" Dallas says. "Please." Keith comes out of the back room, too, Berga's silent menacing shadow, and Dallas takes a deep breath. Berga throws a nasty punch, but Keith is mean when he goes after a guy. "I'm, ah. Going upstate tonight so I can go see him." It's even weirder to be telling them than it was to tell Eve, who looked a little worried and like she understood why a little too well, but at least not like she wanted to kill him. "So I thought, ah. You have any messages you want me to pass on while I'm there?"
There's quiet for a second, and then the scrape of chairs as the other guys get up and leave. Dallas hopes it's just to give them some privacy for the conversation, and not because Keith has just given them some kind of signal to go start mixing cement or anything.
"Hah," Berga says, when it's just the three of them left. "You want to go see him, huh? Like you're his best girl?"
"Fuck you," Dallas says, before he remembers to be afraid, but Berga just laughs. "If that's a no, you don't have any messages, then I can just --"
"Wait," Keith says, and Dallas stops in his tracks. Seven years since he started coming over here, and he thinks this is the first time he's ever heard a word out of Keith.
"I'm waiting," he says.
Keith nods. "Tell Luck that we love him," he says. His voice sounds a little like Luck's, even. Not quite as smooth as Dallas remembers Luck's being, but the similarity's there. He's got more of the Italian accent left than either of the others. "We're wishing him strength."
"Okay," Dallas says. This feels serious, all of a sudden. Not dangerous, but...serious. "I'll pass that on."