Thicker Than Water Who: Bronte and David When: Monday Night Where: Avarice
To those who'd ever faced him or seen him in battle, he was simply "The Beast". To those in David Cromwell's family though, the huge, tattooed biker was simply "Uncle Dave", even though he hated how it sounded. Cromwell was fiercely protective of his family, and of the few people he considered his friends. So when he heard his favorite niece was back in town, he was thrilled. He hadn't seen Bronte in close to four years, well before she and her siblings had moved for a while to Sunnydale. He sat on his favorite Harley outside of Avarice, knowing she was due there to learn her way around the place, to start helping with the run of the joint.
Headlights flashed a brief second on David and his Harley when Bronte pulled into the lot of Avarice the blonde behind the wheel grimacing slightly when hit with recognition of the burly looking man sitting on the motorcycle. This was just great she thought turning the vehicle into the first available spot she found. First full night working the bar and she was going to have to deal with <i>Uncle Dave</i>. He could be outside the bar waiting for someone else, but that was only a fleeting thought as David Cromwell wasn't one to wait for anyone. If he had business to deal with he went to them instead of waiting for them to come to him.
Grabbing her bag as she exited the Corvette, Bronte locked the vehicle up before making tracks toward the entrance of the bar with the hope that she'd move quick enough to disappear inside the bar before David caught her. Wishful thinking she knew, but Bronte couldn't help think that it was an accomplishable action.
"Tryin' to avoid me, Lil' B?" He asked with a sarcastic sneer, that tattooed face curling with amusement. "That any way to catch up? I think I'm hurt..." Sadly, he wasn't altogether kidding. For his size, and fighting ability, he was a big softie when it came to the females in the family. Hell, he and Baily were tighter than siblings half the time. He extended his arms to her . "C'mon, give yer uncle a hug."
Bronte visibly cringed with a setting of her jaw at hearing the nickname the guy had tagged on her oh so long ago when she came to an abrupt stop a single pace past the man. "Of course not Uncle Dave," the blonde turning slow to face the man allowing a smile to briefly light her features, "didn't recognize you on the bike in the dim light of the parking lot." She lied. Bronte though wasn't the total ice bitch, at least where family was concerned, and to simply walk away without giving the guy the sort of affection he felt was his due, well Bronte just couldn't be that rude and hurtful to another family matter. Unless they were deservant of it. The blonde turned to slip into the open arms of her uncle to give him a hug.
David embraced her warmly, giving her a sweet little smooch on the top of her head. "Missed ya, kid. Shame you missed the big throwdown recently... I know how ya love a good scrap." Oh, the things she'd missed. It occurred to him that you never really understood how crazy people were until you work as a bouncer.
"Heard about that from Ben. Also heard you came through big time." And yeah, Bronte would have loved to have been there in the midst of it all, but one can't always get what they want in life. The blonde finally detangled herself from her older relative to take a single step back to get a better look at that guy.
"You shoulda seen Baily. You'da been proud. She got the fire, just like you." David was a big man, easily 6'4", covered from head to toe in various tattoos & piercings, and with long hair that made him look much like his nickname.
"That's a mistake most make. People tend to underestimate Bailey merely due to her size." Which could also be said about Bronte herself. Those who chose to judge a book by its cover, or a Bale female by her looks, tended to find themselves in quite the serious predicament. Both women were forces to be reckoned with.
Most people in the family knew that David was so protective of the females in the family because of the death of his little sister back when he was in his teens. Even after all these years it was a touchy subject, and her resemblence to the girl was the main reason he'd befriended young Lucy Van Warren. "Glad yer back, Lil' B. Just didn't seem right without all three of ya around..."
"You're just glad I'm back so you can keep a better eye on me." Bronte smiled to him with full knowledge that he was overly protective of the females in the family that he rested easier with them all in one place rather then scattered to all four corners of the planet. Her thought on the matter though reflected her uncle's, though she had needed the time and space away, Bronte never felt completely right until she found herself back in the family fold in L.A.