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Galen Christopher Cleirigh (bound_galen) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-05-13 22:06:00

Entry tags:

francesca rollins, galen cleirigh, grace rollins, in progress, parker davies, private, quinn cleirigh, seamus cleirigh

Date: May 10th, 2014
Time: Noon - TBD
Location: Cleirigh & Sons Auto Repairs
Characters: Galen Cleirigh, Quinn Cleirigh, Seamus Cleirigh, Raleigh Harper, Grace Rollins, Francesca Rollins, Parker Davies
Description: A pack and club get together. Food, drinks, smoking, talking and some club planning.
Status: Private, TBC
Rating: TBD

Galen had called the guys into the clubhouse for a short meeting. Their first package would be arriving in exactly a week and they needed to be prepared for the transport, first to the garage, the half way point, and then on to the small cabin that Quinn had found and purchased almost four months ago -- where the pieces of the weapons coming in would be assembled before delivery. There wasn't much to be discussed because they all knew their role in the movement of the guns but he didn't want anything to go wrong -- he wanted to make sure that their first drop off went off perfectly to set the standard. He knew that the could count on his brothers, and with Seamus back from Ireland (back from arranging this new drop off point) would make things run smoother -- he'd been worried that Seamus might not have been back in time since he had to stop in through Boston first, their father wanting to speak to him about what he'd seen and heard while on the other side of the Atlantic.

The gavel beat against the sounding block and the guys dispersed, Galen being the last to leave the room after sharing a word with Seamus about their contact on the ship coming in. It wasn't anything important, it was more character questions than anything else.

But, everyone went their separate ways in the clubhouse. Galen passed by Chessa, at the billiard table, and loosely wrapped an arm around her waste, "bring me a beer, sweetheart?" He asked with a charming smile on his lips before continuing over to the couch where Raleigh sat with Aiden. His shoulder fell against the support beam of the enclave where the couches were set up adjacent to the pool table. "Still haven't found a nanny you like yet? I thought you were seeing one today?"

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bound_seamus
2014-05-15 01:46 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," he said a little too eagerly. When she agree Seamus quickly looked past her at the group near the couch. They were busy chatting away about things that did not really concern him at the moment. He was in the clear. Shooting a quick head nod at which ever one of his brothers was looking he motioned over his shoulder that he'd be out back. Whether or not one of them saw him Seamus didn't really care. It's not like they would come looking for him.

Finishing the rest of his drink Seamus set his cup down and smirked at Grace. He couldn't help but enjoy the fact that she'd grabbed a bottle. This wasn't the Grace he remembered but this was definitely the Grace he wanted to get to know. Taking her by the hand Seamus was starting to forget anything about Galen. The alcohol had really put a damper on him remembering how much she had smelled like his brother the first day that he'd seen her. Taking her by the hand he led them out back.

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bound_gracie
2014-05-15 02:11 am UTC (link)

Grace wordlessly followed swinging the bottle in the hand that wasn't tightly gripping Sesmus'. She didn't look back, didn't really have a need to. The air was surprising, it bit at the exposed skin of her legs and arms, but she didn’t mind too much. It felt good. The whiskey would warm her up anyway. Unscrewing the cap, Grace leaned against the wall of the building. Once the bottle was too her lips she took a long drink that burned all the way down to her toes. "Why Maine?" She asked after a moment, "Why leave Boston?"

It was a little out of left field, but Grace's train of thought was a little sporadic at the moment. It was something she didn't understand, couldn't wrap her mind around. Grace tilted her head back, leaning it against the wall as she took another gulp. "This place is the sticks compared to home-" Christ, she must be drunk. She never referred to Boston as home, mostly because it wasn't. "Here," she offered the bottle to Seamus, "Better take it before I start waxing poetic about Fenway. "

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bound_seamus
2014-05-15 02:34 am UTC (link)

Wincing at the bright light as soon as it hit his eyes Seamus pulled out his sun glasses, which had been hanging by one leg from the collar of his shirt, and put them on. Luckily the sun was a good excuse to keep some of his face hidden. A little mysterious. His eyes were beginning to get glossy and he didn't exactly want her to be able to read him so easily.

The question was a little surprising. Seamus didn't have an answer ready for her and in the state he was in, it was going to take him a moment to get one out of him. Pulling out his carton of cigarettes from the front pocket of his shirt he quickly found something to keep his mouth busy. Taking a moment to think Seamus lit the end of his cigarette and took a long hard pull, filling his lungs with smoke to the brim. Seamus often liked to chain smoke when he drank, that was part of the reason why he couldn't sing much anymore. Letting out a thick cloud of smoke, which lingered in front of his face for a long moment, he waited to give her a straight answer.

"Boss man's orders." Galen really wasn't what Seamus wanted to be talking about at the moment, it was a bit of a downer to think about him. Biting his bottom lip Seamus just shook his head at what she had to say. He'd lived in a few different places already and he didn't find any of them particularly interesting. Shrugging his shoulders heavily Seamus dragged the thumb of the hand that held his cigarette across his lip and took a deep breath.

Grabbing the bottle when she offered it Seamus placed his cigarette between his lips and held out the carton to her. He didn't know if she smoked but if she did he would share. Removing the cancer stick from between his lips after a quick puff he held it between the fingers which gripped the neck of the bottle. Taking a swig of the Jack he walked over to a small bench that sat pressed up against the wall and plopped himself down on it.

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bound_gracie
2014-05-15 02:51 am UTC (link)

Grace shrugged, "He does seem to like his way." She didn't know Galen too well from way back when, but he seemed to be a true alpha in the way he ran the pack. Which was a good thing. Alphas needed to be steadfast and sure of themselves to allow the pack to thrive. Grace waved off the offed cigarette, she didn't smoke. Thought it wasn't like it would kill them, just didn't care for the taste. The lingering whiskey that coated her tongue and lips when she licked them was a different story. That was something she enjoyed.

"Doesn't matter, does it? It's nice here. I like it." She sat next to him on the bench. Close enough that their knees brushed but not too close to become a deceleration. "I thought I would hate it and that Chess would try to make me miserable to get me to leave. But then, Galen let me help out here and-" She shook her head, "Aiden and you kinda make me want to stick around."

It was with less and less intensity that she missed her pack back home. It was hardly noticeable unless she thought really hard about it. "But I know I can't. Chess is never going to stop hating me because of Frank."

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bound_seamus
2014-05-15 03:02 am UTC (link)

The conversation turned on him really quickly. Seamus wanted to go out back to be away from everyone's watchful eyes but now that they were alone Galen continued to be a topic of conversation. He was getting upset. Grinding his teeth together Seamus breathed through his nose as she spoke about Chessa and his brother, but then she said that he and Aiden had something to do with her wanting to stick around. This girl was a walking contradiction. On one hand she'd just mentioned how much of an alpha he really was and on the other she was talking about Seamus' son.

The pounding in his ears subsided for a moment. Was she leading him on? He was so confused. Perhaps he was picking up signs that she really wasn't putting down. It didn't matter though when the tone in her voice changed. Leaning forward Seamus wanted to get a good look at her face. She was clearly about to get upset.

"Fuck me," he said after she mentioned her father. They had never really spoken about it and he did know Frank even if he was just a distant memory. Throwing an arm over her shoulders Seamus gave up on being angry and pulled her in close. "She has to." Rubbing her shoulder with his thumb Seamus tried to comfort her.

"Hey," he was about to try to change the topic of conversation towards something a little happier. "Look at it this way, you guys are starting new lives here. You'll both probably settle down and start having your own little pups soon." Even though he didn't want to really think about he thought that maybe that was what she wanted. Galen was going to have many children and she was going to get an entirely new family.

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bound_gracie
2014-05-17 05:09 pm UTC (link)

The somewhat downtrodden expression Grace had been wearing melted away with the presence of Seamus' arm around her. The smile she sported didn't reach her eyes but she plastered one on regardless. This wasn't a pity party, she didn't need or want comfort or sympathy. "Doesn't matter." She shrugged, "That's on her." Grace wasn't going to allow her sisters feeling to dictate her idea of self worth.

His body was sun-warmed next to her and it felt nice. But something that he said caught her off guard. Her brow furrowed, creases appearing between her eyebrows where they started to knit together. You guys ate starting a new life here. She and Chessa? Did Shay think her move was permanent? That she would settle down with someone from the club? Maybe the thought had crossed her mind, but she was pretty sure with a son to take into consideration, the only club member she would even think about considering wouldn't be interested in that.

Grace didn't have the heart to tell him that she wasn't staying, that there wasn't a new family to be had here. She had a family already and the MC was not going to be a part of it. That was a conversation for a time when she wasn't pleasantly on her way to drunk. "Yeah." she was nonchalant when she looked away from his face, "Maybe."

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