Who: Jer, Rig, and Brad
What: Unhappy reunions.
Where: Big Tom's
When: [BACKDATED] Feb 3; Night of the Super Bowl
Rating: Language and mild rough-handling
Open: Nope. Log.


Jer: Marital bliss. If anyone had said that to Jer half a year ago, he'd have laughed in their faces. Given his family's track record for less than stellar marriages, it wouldn't have been surprising in the least for him to chuckle. Since coming back from Vegas, though, he was a changed man. Work had still been hectic, but then, when wasn't it? Being a firefighter had it's perks, but it also had it's call ins and long hours. Rigbie's new job had been a little bit of a stress too, but besides work, everything was awesome.

Right now, they were at Big Tom's, watching the game. Kicking back a few beers and just generally having a good time. As Rigbie walked back over, Jer pulled out her seat and slid the fresh beer to her, smiling widely. "Hey babe, food's gonna be out in a sec," he murmured, leaning in and giving her a short kiss as she sat down.

Rig: Exiting the stall, Rigbie absentmindedly brushed her hands off on the back of her jeans as she stepped over to the sink. Taking a moment, she tightened her ponytail and tucked her long bangs behind her ears, just studying herself in the mirror before washing her hands. She didn't look that bad, tired maybe, but then again she hadn't the time to run home after work to change clothes and freshen up. Using her elbow, she turned the water off and flicked her hands in the sink a few times before reaching for some paper towels and drying off. One more glance in the mirror and she was shouldering the door to exit the rest room.

It took her a few moments to push her way through the crowd and back to the bar, but when her steely eyes fell on Jer, her lips immediately curled into a bright smile. The blonde slipped into the seat and leaned over to return his short kiss, pulling away with a soft nod. "Sounds good," she murmured, taking a draw from the bottle of beer he'd slipped in her direction. She savored the alcohol slipping down her throat and settling into her stomach, a flush of warmth spreading through her insides. "Anything exciting happen at work today?" Propping her chin in her hand, she turned all of her attention to her husband.

Jer: Watching Rigbie move through the bar, he smiled, dimples creasing his cheeks as his eyes lit. She really was gorgeous, he didn't care how tired she was. Well, he cared, but not in the way most girls might have feared. She needed sleep, as did he, but the Super Bowl was on and he couldn't miss it. He'd make it up to Rigbie later, he promised himself. Glancing up as the crowd groaned, he winced and then looked back to Rigbie.

"Nothing much, really...just the same old same old. Surprised I didn't get called in for a cat up a tree scenario," he joked, winking. Tilting the bottle up to his lips, he took a drink and then his eyes settled on the television again for a brief moment as he nodded to himself. Another brief moment and the bar went wild. The Patriots had scored. He looked back to Rigbie and reached out for her, tugging her close. "How was your day, babe?"

Rig: She snickered a little, letting her thumb run across the opening of her bottle. Rigbie would die laughing the day Jer got called to rescue some little old lady's cat from a tree. Shaking her head to clear the thought from her mind, she let her eyes flick up to the television. No, football wasn't her favorite sport, but she couldn't not watch the Super Bowl when the Patriots were playing. That and Jer was so incredibly excited about it; she found it quite adorable. "My day was alright. Nothing exciting," she answered, leaning her head against his shoulder as he pulled her close. While it hadn't been exciting, it had been full of paperwork.

Letting out a small, content sigh, she squirmed about in her seat for a moment to get just a little more comfortable. She hadn't meant for her elbow to come in contact with the patron next to her. Looking over, she was about to mumble her apologies when she caught sight of just who it was that was sitting beside her. How had she managed to miss Brad sitting there?! Eyes went wide and she buried her head in Jer's shoulder, trying her best to hide and hopefully not get noticed by her ex.

Brad: Any other Sunday Brad would have been at his home, enjoying the silence, but today was the big game. The Super Bowl. And while he might have been living in Boston, Brad was born and raised in New York and was truly a Giants fan. He wasn't sporting anything that signified which team he affiliated with, though, as he didn't want to get into any fights. The simultaneous groan heard when NY scored was more than enough for Brad, and in response he chuckled. That chuckle wasn't heard when New England scored, though.

Settling into his seat, he ordered another glass of scotch. He'd noticed a blonde slip behind him and into the vacant seat by him, but hadn't paid her too much heed as she'd immediately been greeted by her boyfriend. Or lover. Or whoever the fuck that was. The woman would have continued to have been unnoticed had she not planted her elbow firmly in his side.

Grunting, his upper lip curled and he turned his head, eyes finally taking the blonde in. "Well, well," he grunted, his voice deep. It amused him that she had immediately turned away, and the almost feral grin that curled his lips reflected his joy.

Jer: Jer smiled and curled his arm around Rigbie, but then looked down in surprise as she buried her head against his shoulder. He immediately looked over and caught eyes with a guy smiling down at Rigbie. Immediately he bristled, giving the guy a cold glance. Hearing him speak, his brows furrowed together. "Need something?" Jer asked, his jaw tightening a little. He didn't know who this guy thought he was, but the way he was looking at Rigbie was making his spine stiffen.

Brad: His grin grew as Rigbie's significant other grew protective of her and his eyes lit up. Oh, it made him giggle with delight. Internally. "Nothing from you, buddy," he said, smirking somewhat as he gave a small nod. He took his eyes away from the pair for a moment as the bartender sat his fresh drink in front of him and he took a long swig of the scotch. It burned its way down his throat and he looked back to loving couple. "Just think Beebee there owes me an apology for ribbing me," he continued, nonchalantly throwing around Rigbie's old pet name.

Rig: Closing her eyes tightly, she was hoping the events that were slowly unfolding...wouldn't unfold at all. Hearing Brad and then hearing Jer, she winced. Why here; why now; why ever? Letting out a small breath, she straightened up a tad and pat Jer's chest. "It's alright," she assured him, inwardly grimacing when Brad called her Beebee. Damn it. She ran her tongue over her upper lip and let out a deeper breath as she turned in her seat to face her past. "I'm sorry, Luca," she apologized, trying to be sincere as possible, though finding it extremely hard.

Jer: That grin was really pissing him off. Ignoring the game in favor of glaring at the guy who was eying his wife like a juicy steak, he felt his lips twist as the guy called him buddy. He was about to snap at the guy when Rigbie put her hand on his chest and he deflated just a tiny bit. Beebee? Who the hell was this guy? Jer clenched his teeth and eyed the guy, listening to Rigbie apologize. She shouldn't have to apologize. And...she knew him? Who was this guy? "It was an accident, buddy, leave my wife alone."

Brad: He almost laughed out loud at the look Rigbie shot him as she apologized, his ego inflating just a tad. He loved it. Oh he knew that she just wanted him to bugger off, but damn if he wasn't enjoying watching her squirm. Afraid he might spill something to her...husband? Well wasn't that a kick in the teeth! How had she managed to wrangle a marriage out of anyone was beyond him. Obviously the guy didn't know everything of Rigbie's past. "Now, now, Beebee...there's no reason to sound so hostile." Reaching a hand over, he patted her quite roughly on the cheek, all but ignoring her husband for the time being.

Husband. Pfft.

Retracting his hand, his eyes ticked up to the television and he snarled at the current score. "Why don't you introduce me to yer husband, sweetheart?"

Jer: Watching as the guy, (Luca was it?), reached over and touched Rigbie, Jer's hand snapped out, his fingers clasping in a steely grasp around the guy's wrist. "Get your hands off of my wife, buddy," Jer snarled, half-rising out of his seat. He didn't want to get into a fight, but if this guy didn't stop what he was doing right now, there was going to be a brawl during the Super Bowl.

Brad: Blue eyes dropped down to his wrist and his brows perked. This guy didn't realize who he was messing with, did he? Jerking his hand from the man with the short hair, Brad growled. "Don't touch me," he growled, curling his upper lip, "This ain't got anything to do with you." Though he had to admit, he did like the fact that he was getting a rise out of him. Oh, how they both amused him. "He got a name, Beebee, or not?"

Rig: Rigbie growled at the slap to her face, her eyes steeling on Brad's face. It wasn't until Jer's hand darted out and took his wrist that her eyes went wide and she turned her attention back to her husband. Brad had gotten rough with her in the past...and she didn't want Jer getting hurt on her behalf. "Just leave it, Brad. The past is the past. Get over it," she hissed, hoping that things would just deescalate already. She knew they wouldn't, though.

Jer: "Don't touch her," he snapped back, letting go of the man as he jerked his hand away. "If it's got to do with her, it's got to do with me," Jer glared, his jaw tightening again. This guy was royally pissing him off. Catching the spark of fear in Rigbie's eyes just made it worse. And when she called him by his first name? Jer vowed then and there to paste this guy all over the bar. For Rigbie's sake, though, he'd try his best to control himself. "Unless you really want to start a fight, I'd suggest you do what the lady says and leave it alone," he warned.

Brad: "I really don't think it does, sir," he said, challenging his look with one of his own, his jaw setting and his nostrils flaring. Did this guy really think he was Rigbie's knight in shining armor? She could fend for herself; she didn't need this joke trying to take up for her. Turning back to his drink, he finished the scotch in his glass, waving off another as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. He threw a twenty down on the bar before backing off of his stool and replacing his wallet.

Grabbing Rigbie by the chin, he never once took his eyes away from her boy toy's as he leaned in close to Rigbie's ear. "Watch yer back, Triton," he snarled, letting go of her as he flicked his wrist.

Rig: The blonde pressed the heels of her palms into her temples and closed her eyes, letting out a small whimper. She just wanted to disappear; crawl in a hole and maybe did. Dropping her hands, she looked to the ceiling. Maybe if she ignored him, he'd leave. That approach didn't exactly work, as he grabbed her chin and turned her face to his. His breath against her ear sent a chill down her spine and she knew that he meant it. Her head jerked as he let go of her chin and she let out another whimper, her hands reaching up to rub the place he had previously been holding her. Roughly.

At least it looked like he was leaving.

Jer: Jer was going to make sure this guy couldn't walk. At least...he would have if he wasn't worried about Rigbie. He was pissed, more pissed than he'd been in a long time, and this guy was just pulling Jer's ticket and pushing his buttons. His fist clenched as Brad reached out and grabbed Rigbie. Jer almost lost it. But the guy was quick and Jer met his eyes, daring him to try anything, just anything. He didn't want to drag Rigbie into a fight. He just didn't. So he let his fingers unclench and he waited to see if the guy was going to fuck off or not.

Brad: He'd done enough damage for one night...and the Giants victory over the Patriots was more than enough. For now. Next time he ran into the duo - hell, the next time he ran into either of them individually - it was on. Cracking his neck, he shot another snarl in the husband's direction as he straightened his jacket out. "Enjoy the evening," he grunted and pulled his keys from his pocket before weaving his way out of the mourning Patriots crowd. Fucking losers.

Stepping out into the cool night air, Brad knew exactly what he had to do. It was time to find out all he could about Mrs. Rigbie.

Jer: Watching Brad as he walked away, Jer's blue eyes narrowed and followed the man's back as he left the bar. Son of a bitch. Glancing up and noticing that the entire bar was pretty much in their cups and mourning, Jer sighed and looped his arm around Rigbie. "You okay, baby?" he asked softly as he pulled out some bills to pay their tab.

Rig: Rigbie sat there in silence as Brad stalked off, her breathing slowing as she just let everything sink in. Of course Brad was back in town; why wouldn't he be? Everything was finally starting to settle into place, her life was finally looking up...and he had to return. Figured. Shaking her head softly, she let her blue eyes look from the door, to Jer, to her beer before she downed the rest of it and nodded. "Yeah, 'm fine," she murmured as she sat the empty bottle down, offering him the slightest of unsure smiles. No, she wasn't fine; not exactly. But she would be.

Looking over her shoulder, she reached for her jacket and tugged it on before slipping off her seat. "Do you mind if we just go home?" Rigbie asked, reaching behind her to pull the end of her ponytail from the collar of her jacket.

Jer: His hand moving up and down her side in slow calming motions, Jer glared at the door long after Brad had left. Glancing to Rigbie, his gaze full of concern, he sighed. "You sure?" he asked, completely unconvinced by the smile she showed him. As she reached for her jacket, he reached for his own, slipping it on as he shook his head. "No, that's alright hon...we're all settled up here. Let's just go home."