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Tweak says, "Only cardio kills"

Matthew Connelly (secondconnelly) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-05-02 21:14:00

WHO: patrick & matt
WHAT: time to get out of prisonz, bro
WHERE: jail, where else would you find the Connelly boys?
WHEN: wednesday afternoon
RATING: PG-13 ish?

	MATT: Leaving his gun at home was not something that Matt liked to do. He felt vulnerable without it, but knew better than to try and walk into a prison with a piece on him. He walked through the gated pathway, glancing over at the inmates who were littered about the yard. He hated this place, and shuddered a little to think about his brother being here. After Kate told him that Patrick wanted to see him, his heart leapt a little bit to think that he would have to come here, but if Patrick was wanting out, that couldn't come too soon. After going through security, he was led to the visitors room. There were a couple of families there, some women in rather slutty outfits, obviously trying to give their men something to remember. Matt just shook his head and tugged his jacket around him a little bit. He felt weird here, and did not get why Patrick had waited so long to want out. Rubbing the back of his neck, he waited as patiently as he could muster for Patrick to come out into the visitors room.
	PATRICK: After his conversation with Kate, Patrick wondered how long it would take for Matt to come see him. He knew his brother hated the idea of prison, and he hated coming there. Which was why his little brother never visited. And Patrick was fine with that. He didn't want his brother to be purposely uncomfortable. Patrick, himself, knew he probably wouldn't visit anyone too often if they were in prison. He hated the idea of it as well. Especially now that he was an inmate inside of one. It wasn't something he'd ever want to do again, that was for sure. Upon getting word that Matt was there, Patrick got up from his bunk and made his way down to the visitor's room. Once inside the room, he glanced around at all the people inside, shaking his head. He was grateful his wife had much more tact than the women that came to see their men in here. Granted, when Kate came to visit him, it was usually for a conjugal, and she was wearing less than these woman underneath some kind of a trench coat, but he wouldn't think about that now. Once he got out, he'd be able to be with his wife again, sleep in the same bed with her, hold her. Letting a small smile cross his face, Patrick spotted his brother and made his way over to him. "Matty," he said in greeting, reaching his arms out and giving his little brother a hug. "I'm told you've been doing good."
	MATT: Matt stood up when Patrick came into the room, a tentative smile stretching across his face. He hugged Patrick back, feeling a little awkward at that. From a family like theirs, they were not always that affectionate with each other. Still, he was grateful that Patrick looked well, and he hugged him back like any brother would. "I'm trying." He shrugged, clapping Patrick on the shoulder before he released him. Giving him a smile he studied his face for a minute before giving him a nod. "You look like you're doing okay. Though I'm going to be honest with you ... you kind of look like you're trying to be Jesus." Matt cracked a genuine smile then, sitting down at the same table he had been at. Rubbing his fingers over his chin, he glanced back as if someone were watching them. "So...what's up, brother."
	PATRICK: After letting go of his brother, Patrick took a step back and then sat down, nodding at his statement. "I'm doing okay. The food in here is pretty shitty, but that's expected," he laughed a little bit. Matt's comment about his beard made him laugh, and he reached a hand up, rubbing the beard. "I can't help it, I refuse to use the cheap little razors they have in here. They'll just cut my skin up," he said, smiling. It felt good to smile, to see his brother was doing well. Watching as Matt glanced around, Patrick did the same. It was habit to feel like you were being watched, especially in their family. "What's up?" he repeated his brother's question, and then snickered a little, leaning in so they couldn't be overheard. "I'm ready to get the hell out of here, that's what's up. I miss my wife, my daughters," he shook his head. "I've served my time, and I've paid my debt that I owe my family. And now, I need your help," he said quietly.
	MATT: "I would have brought you something from the Cracker, but they wouldn't let it in here. Something about thinking I'd be slipping you drugs or a shiv or something." Matt shrugged a little, his tone as light as it could be in this place. Matt was sure that were he to ever actually end up in a place like this, he'd die. Not metaphorically or mentally, he would literally cease to exist. He'd go stir crazy like a caged animal. Matt rolled his eyes a little at Patrick's comment about the razors. "Kate seen you lately? I doubt she'd kiss you with the forest on your face." Matt leaned forward as Patrick did, the brothers a mirror image of each other as they spoke. He rubbed his fingers idly over his chin as Patrick spoke, his mind already collecting information stored somewhere in his brain of the plans already set in place to get him out. "Thank fuck, brother." He sighed a little, shaking his head. "I don't know how you've done this for so long, but I'm ready to get back to...what I do." He said, thinking it wise not to mention his job within the business. Prison probably wasn't the best place to mention killing people and disposing of them. "Of course I'll help you." He said, smiling a little and shaking his head. "I'll make the call."
	PATRICK: Snickering at Matty's comment about the food from the Cracker, and sneaking drugs or a shiv, he shook his head. "Yeah, well, maybe they just know you really well," he teased. It felt good, teasing his brother again. Patrick used to do that on an everyday basis, it was just the small things you missed when you were locked in a tiny little cell every day, with nowhere to go, nothing to do but think. Laughing at Matt's comment about Kate, and his face, he shook his head. "Nah, she hasn't been here in awhile. Can't blame her, though. It's not the most romantic of places," he said, shaking his head. Watching his brother as he spoke, Patrick had to say that he was proud of Matt. He wasn't sure when he handed the keys over to him, so to speak, and he was a little worried that Matt would be a bit careless. Matt tended to be careless in his life. But he also had faith in his little brother, faith that he would do things right. And he did. He did things fabulously while Patrick was away, handled things the same way Patrick himself would have. Nodding at Matt as he said he'd make the call, Patrick smiled and reached out, giving his brother's shoulder a squeeze. "Thanks, Matt. I really appreciate this. Everything you've done lately," he said, his eyes communicating the words he couldn't say.
	MATT: "Well clearly." Matt agreed, grinning a his brother. He missed having Patrick around, having all four of the Connelly boys running the streets. Things were so different from when they were growing up, and now...well, now things seemed to go to shit on a daily basis, and it was a constant string of picking yourself up. It was harrowing, but it was their lives. Matt cringed when Patrick mentioned Kate not seeing him for a a while and waved his hand. "Ugh, I don't want to hear about you guys doing it anywhere, least of all here." He was rather obviously trying to keep the mood light, not wanting to really think too much on where they were. Matt smiled a bit at the compliment and shrugged his shoulders. "I do what I can...and then I just ask myself what would Jesus do, and I'm pretty much golden." He chuckled, patting Patrick on the shoulder in jest. He glanced around again as he took a deep breath, his hands flexing out a bit as he dropped the joking from his tone, the smile gone from his face. "So uh...I dunno if you've heard or not...about what happened with Leo Marino."
	PATRICK: Patrick snickered at his brother's comment, rolling his eyes. "Oh, shut up. I have sex with my wife, it's something that's expected, so get over it," he laughed, shaking his head. "How did you think our three children were conceived, after all?" he teased, raising a brow at his brother. He narrowed his eyes playfully at Matt's 'what would Jesus do' comment, and shook his head. "You've become even more of a smartass, if that's even possible," he said, unable to keep the smile from his face. Watching as Matt's tone changed, and his smile disappeared. Swallowing at his words, Patrick nodded. "I did. But what I wanted to know is ... what really happened," he said, tilting his head to the side, silently asking his brother if he had anything to do with it.
	MATT: "Yeah but Kate's hot, and you're my brother. There is something that just does not compute." He said, waving his hand back and forth as if he were trying to get the image out of his brain. Matt smiled and crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders again. "It's very possible." He said, smirking a bit. That seriousness seemed to blanket the two of them, and Matt nodded a little bit. "Before you ask, I didn't order it. I'm not that big of a dumb shit." He said, nodding his head a little bit. "I was there, I didn't see anything...and I know it wasn't one of our guys, well, at least nobody has claimed it...but try telling that to the Italians? They've been quiet...too quiet, and I know they'll be out for blood. I've but an extra man on Kate and the girls. Everyone's working double time, I just don't want us all to scramble because of this. We can push them out, if we are united, I can feel that." He nodded to affirm his statement, considering it after a moment. He was sure the Italians should be packing up to leave any day now.
	PATRICK: Patrick snickered, shaking his head. "I can't help the fact that that gorgeous woman fell in love with me, Matt. Don't be jealous," he smirked, scratching the side of his face. He nodded at Matt's statement. "I didn't think you would have, Matt. I know you're not stupid," he assured him, shaking his head. His hand idly played with his beard as he listened to Matt talk, and he nodded. "I'm grateful for the extra men on Kate & the girls, that puts me a little bit more at ease," he told him, sighing. "It seems my first order of business when I get home will be arranging a little tet-a-tet with the Marinos," he said, then shook his head. He despised talking to the Marinos, they were all pains in the asses as far as he was concerned, and they needed to get the fuck out of his city.
	MATT: "Jealous." He scoffed, shaking his head a little bit. His demeanor was decidedly heavier, what with still baffled over the whole murder itself. Matt nodded at his gratitude. "Just doing what I know you would want." There was a bit of a tone in his voice that suggested he was talking to his boss, as well as his brother. Something more of a respect that came from years on the job. "Yeah, good luck with that one. No way in hell are they going to come around our side. I think some place neutral, and I'll be there." He said, nodding decisively. He did not want his brother, fresh out of prison walking into some ambush or anything. "I hear that sister of his, the hot little number is going to take over." Matt heard a lot from the streets, from the "neutral" if there even was such a thing. He chuckled a little at the thought of a woman trying to do, what he had decided in his mind, was a man's job. "Maybe you can meet at a nail salon."
	PATRICK: Patrick listened as Matt told him the information he had, and his hand continued stroking his beard. He was anxious to get rid of that beard, but he also thought it made him look slightly more intimidating. And he also liked stroking it. But he knew as soon as his wife caught sight of it, it would be gone. Knowing Kate, she'd drug him, and then shave him while he was out. Raising a brow as he was told that the Marino sister was going to take over, he scratched his face again. Shaking his head, he pointed at Matt. "Never underestimate a woman, Matt," he told him, shaking his head again. "Think about Kate," he reminded him. Kate was one hell of a tough woman, he loved that about her.
	MATT: Matt sobered a little when Patrick mentioned Kate. The thought of Kate having to take over at all was one he didn't even want to go to, but the more he thought about it, he knew she'd hold her own. "Yeah I guess." He shrugged as if he didn't know how true that was. Kate was one of the few women, actually, maybe the only woman other than his mother who could put the fear of God in him. It proved that just because a woman was nice to look at, didn't mean that she wasn't a fighter. "And then they have claws, too." He shifted in his seat a little, glancing over at Patrick. "Make sure to wear a cup to that meeting." He smirked a little bit, though the air between them was definitely heavier than it had been. Things had to be done, taken care of, and really, as much as he wanted Patrick out, he didn't want Patrick to have to deal with everything all at once. Leaning closer, he rested his arms on the table. "Don't worry brother, you'll be out of here by the end of the week."
	PATRICK: Patrick smiled, nodding. "You guess," he repeated, running a hand through his hair that was really getting quite long. He knew that Matt got scared of Kate when Kate got angry. Hell, even Patrick got scared of Kate when she got angry. He loved his wife more than anything in the world, but she still terrified him when angry. Which was why Patrick tried to do everything in his power to keep her from getting angry. Nodding at his brother's statement, Patrick smiled. "Oh, believe me. I plan on being prepared if I walk into a meeting with the Marino woman. I'm sure she does have claws. She was raised in the Marino family, after all," he said. As much as he hated the Marinos, he couldn't help but respect them at the same time. Letting out a deep breath as Matt told him he'd be out by the end of the week, Patrick smiled. "You're the best, little brother," he said, clapping him on the shoulder again.
	MATT: Matt shot Patrick a look at his skepticism of Matt's bravery when it came to Kate. His family knew him way too well. All four brothers seemed to share a brain sometimes, whether or not that was a good or bad thing. There were few things you did not do when the Connelly boys were around, and mess with their women was one of them. Matt smiled back a little at Patrick's comment. He didn't share in any kind of admiration or respect for the Marinos. As far as he was concerned, the fuckers could run off with their tails between their legs back to New York or Italy or wherever the hell they came from. Boston belonged to the Irish, and was going to stay that way. Matt let go of his aggression when Patrick expressed his gratitude. "Well what can I say, I know." He smirked a bit and rubbed his hand over his hair. "So bad news out of the way. A blast from the past came back to Boston. Maybe for more than it takes to hit up a strip club and the 'Cracker for a beer. McManis is back in Boston."
	PATRICK: Laughing at Matt's comment when Patrick expressed his gratitude, he shook his head. "You're also incredibly modest. I forgot that part," he teased, shaking his head. He reached out and playfully ruffled his younger brother's hair, wishing that the guards weren't watching them like hawks. He wanted to give his brother a noogie, for old time's sake. But the guards would probably taser him, and he didn't feel like being tasered today. As Matt mentioned that Jack McManis was back in Boston, Patrick's eyes widened. "No shit. Jack McManis?" he asked, then let out a laugh, shaking his head. "What the fuck, that asshole hasn't been in Boston in fucking seventeen years," he laughed, though he was excited at the prospect of seeing his best friend again. Sure, he'd communicated via e-mail, but that wasn't the same.
	MATT: "And handsome, too. Don't forget that." He chuckled, mirroring his brother's movement of shaking his head. Matt made a noise and shoved at Patrick's hands when he ruffled his hair. "Ugh, loser." He laughed, shaking his head again. "No shit. Jack McManis." He replied, fixing his hair a bit. He chuckled at Patrick's reaction and shrugged. "I know, fucker's got a lot of explaining to do." He liked Patrick's friends, and had always been pretty cool with Jack, well what he remembered anyway. "As if banging your wife wasn't enough of an incentive to get out, right?" He grinned a little, teasing Patrick. That was another thing that Matt could never deal with about prison. And no, he would not be someone's bitch, or vice versa.
	PATRICK: Patrick tilted his head to the side and faked a look of sympathy. "Oh, I wouldn't go that far," he teased. It felt good to be joking with his brother, he didn't realize how much he missed that. The four Connelly brothers sitting around their mother's dinner table, arguing and laughing, while their mother yelled at them all to shut the fuck up. Family things were always the best memories. Shaking his head, Patrick snickered. "Jack fucking McManis," he laughed. "Yeah, he's got some explaining to do. I mean, I kept in touch with him, but he never really said why he left," he shrugged. Snickering, Patrick nodded. "Just don't tell Kate that," he said, pointing.
	MATT: Matt chuckled a bit and shook his head. "No, I don't get in your guys' business." He said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. True, he thought it was weird that Jack disappeared so many years ago without so much as saying a word, but he didn't ever really think too much on it at the time, or since then. "Well, give him a job, make him stick around this time." The one thing he did know about Jack, was that Patrick trusted him, and that made Matt trust him. "Things will be good when you're home big brother. And maybe I can actually sleep until noon again."
	PATRICK: He laughed, and nodded. "Good, that's a good thing. Probably keeps you alive," he added, smirking. Tilting his head to the side in thought as he brought up the prospect of giving Jack a job and making him stick around, Patrick nodded. "I do want him to stick around. I missed having him around. It was always fun with him," he said, scratching the side of his face again. "I'll have to do some thinking about it, and give him a proposal or something. Once I'm out of here, of course," he smiled. Nodding at Matt's statement, he then snickered, shaking his head. "Oh, my lazy little brother," he smiled. "How's Murph and Liam?" he asked, wanting to know how his other two brothers were doing as well.
	MATT: "Yeah, and keeps me from headaches from Kate screeching at me all the time." He chuckled, nodding a bit. He nodded to Patrick's comment about Jack sticking around. "Yeah, you need more friends who don't kiss your ass." He smirked, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Well of course. I don't think you can really offer him a job from in here." He chuckled a bit. He made a face when he laughed at him sleeping in, but truth be told, Matt hadn't slept all that well in the last year. He was always anxious about what needed to be done, what was happening in the business...it was stressful. "Oh they're good. Murph is doing...whatever he does. And Liam is still the same smart asshat he's allways been." He smirked and shook his head. He was proud of their little brother and hey, at least one other Connelly brother was going to college. Two out of four wasn't bad. Matt just never wanted to go that route.
	PATRICK: Patrick listened as Matty told him about what the other half of their family was doing. He laughed at the comment about Murphy, and nodded. "Murphy never really has a set anything, does he?" he asked. Other than helping Kate with the Cracker, Murph didn't do much. But that was okay. Smiling as he teased Liam, Patrick shook his head. "Hey, don't tease Liam if he isn't here to defend himself," he laughed, smiling. He, too, was proud of his youngest brother. Truth be told, he was proud of all of his brothers. And he knew he didn't tell them that enough. That would have to change. The guards then called for the inmates to say their goodbyes, visiting hours were over. Patrick cleared his throat and stood up, glancing at his brother. "Thanks for coming, Matt. I appreciate it," he said. He held his hand out and grabbed his brother's, pulling him closer for the manly handshake/hug thing. "I'll see you soon, by the end of the week," he said, pulling back and giving his brother a grateful smile, then let go of his hand and made his way back into the prison. Back to his cold cell. But, his spirits were better. He'd be the fuck out of that prison very, very soon.
	MATT: "Nah, but that's why we love him." Matt countered, chuckling a little bit. Oh Murphy, each and every Connelly brother was so different. He shrugged a bit at Patrick's comment about Liam and smirked. "Nah, soon he'll be a lawyer and way too good at defending himself." He smirked, looking up when the guards mentioned visiting hours were over. He huffed and clapped his hands on the table. "I guess that's my queue." He said before standing. "Hey, anytime Patrick." He said with a nod. He clutched his hand and gave Patrick a hug back. "Yeah you will. I know you and Kate will both kick my ass if I don't make good on it." He said, grinning a little and clapping his brother on the back. "I'll see ya." He said, giving his brother a nod that very much held a promise to it. He watched Patrick go and heaved a heavy sigh. The sooner he was out, the better, and now he had a lot of work to do. He headed out and immediately took out his phone, dialing the number he needed to set things in motion.