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Entry tags: | character: olly mccreary, character: trick o'shea, date: 03.23.15 |
I go down to Speaker's Corner, I'm thunderstruck
Who: Olly and Trick
What: Venting about Jack and Cha getting caught up in a protest
When: Monday, March 23, late afternoon
Where: Ink Inc
Warning: Language
Olly had to get back to work, as little as he liked the idea. The fact that he'd had to borrow Trick's truck to go get his very pregnant twin sister and his uncle's pregnant mate from the courthouse because they'd nearly ended up in a riot. The pepper spray from both women was still making his nose and eyes burn almost as much as his temper. Olly was not quick to anger by nature. He'd grown even less easily provoked after years of exposure to human society, where lashing out with violence was frowned upon except under very specific circumstances. But he really felt like maiming the idiots in that crowd. Who used pepper spray around pregnant females? Were people really that- yeah, he knew the answer to that. The public in general was a bunch of stupid, greedy, morons.
He'd had a smoke after he'd gotten back, although he might head downstairs to Trick's workroom for a joint to settle his nerves more. Olly had sent one of the pack members to get Chahna's car and return it to Travis' home. It shouldn't have been a big deal for a couple of women to run some damn errands. But no, the antisupernatural shit was building, a lot like ten years ago when the whole thing came out. Except back then his sister wasn't alpha of the biggest fucking pack in the city and twenty weeks pregnant with triplets. From now on, he or one of the Uncs could run the errands in the city. That's what subordinates were for, dammit.
What was bothering him more than the fact Jack and Cha hadn't been doing a damn thing to deserve what happened, was the fact that it was happening. There'd been antisupernatural protests since the whole coming out shit. But since that fucking demon had blown all the windows out of downtown and practically given every caster in the city a damn seizure, things had steadily been getting worse. And they were going to get worse until they exploded. Badly. Considering he was the alpha male of the largest pack in the city, that put Olly family and friends right in the crosshairs of the bad shit that could happen.
Pushing open the door, he tossed Trick's keys to him. "They're okay," he reassured his best friend. "A little rattled and they both need to wash off some pepper spray." He shrugged out of his cut and the sweatshirt under it. "Jack said they recognized her. She wasn't sure if they were running to stand with her or call her out. Hard to tell and either way could have been a shitstorm." He groaned and scrubbed his hands down his face. "Fuck, why did I want to get involved in this shit again?" Yeah, he knew the answer to that, but it didn't make him feel any better about his loved ones being in the middle of the shitstorm building.