mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-02-23 13:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | declan, npc |
Declan and NPC Callan McLeod; Tuesday
Declan drove to the airport at a low simmer, the window half open so he could chain smoke. It didn't matter that he'd invited retaliation from Sterrin. What she'd done had been absolute bullshit and she would know that. Homophobia was still a problem with his investors, and she puts a fucking penis shaped bar of soap in his portfolio? Jesus.
He threw his cigarette out of the car window before walking into the airport, still internally fuming. He was going to have a fucking talk with her about that one. Oh yes. That, and he was going to start locking his briefcase in his bedroom with him at night.
He was right on time, and a glance around showed the Callan hadn't gotten there yet. He knew Callan would stand out. Callan was taller than the average man anyway, and the last time he'd seen him he'd had long, wild hair and a big, burly beard. Shouldn't be too hard to pick out here where everyone looked like they'd just stepped out of an issue of Vogue.
Truth be told, despite all the issues with Sterrin and the trouble that seemed to follow Callan's drunk, Scottish ass everywhere, Declan was excited to see him. Callan was his oldest friend, and there wasn't a fond childhood memory that didn't include him. He was always good for a good, if not troublesome time, and despite all the mischief making, Callan was good and loyal, which was hard to find in anyone, Declan thought.
He'd pulled his phone out to text Sterrin the percentage of dead she was going to be when he got done with her when he was scooped up off of the ground and held against a big body in a boisterous hug.
"Ay! Ya finally admitted you were a queer did ya?" a familiar, deep, Scottish voice bellowed and the smell of alcohol met Declan's nose. "Bloody good for you, right? You two were on the cover of one of those picture rags. He's a pretty bastard."
Declan stepped away and looked up at his friend, laughing and surprised by what he saw. Callan was very tan, which said he'd been somewhere tropical recently. His hair was short and stylish, his goatee perfectly trimmed. There was a shimmery pink smear on his neck that had to have belonged to a woman, and his light gray button up shirt only had two buttons in the middle of his stomach buttoned. It also looked like there was a lip gloss smear on his chest.
"Holy shit, look at you," Declan said, a little surprised, then nodded to the lip gloss. "Had a good flight, didn't you?"
Callan preened and ran a hand through his hair. "I wasn't gonna let you be the only handsome motherfucker on the planet forever, I'll tell ya that much. It's good to see ya." He hooked an arm around Declan's neck after he'd slung his bag over his shoulder and they started to walk toward the exit. "I need a fuckin' drink. There was one of those, what do ya call 'em, flight attendant women on that plane. Mother Mary and Joseph, she took me in the bathroom for an hour and I don't think I have any liquid left in my body. May the good Lord bless her heart."
He turned and blew a kiss to the plane then grinned at Declan, his teeth startingly white in his tan face. "So, are you actually going to show me some fuckin' hospitality and introduce me to your boyfriend and hang out with your friend, or are you just gonna drop me down at the Princess like a fuckin' dirty secret?"
"Empress," Declan corrected as he hit the button on his keychain to unlock the car. "And you know you're not a dirty secret. We can hang out as much as you want. I'd best not take you back to the apartment though, at least until I figure out if Sterrin is there or not."
He climbed in the car and when Callan joined him, he looked a little more subdued. Those two did a number on each other.
"Ay, yeah," he scrubbed at the back of his neck. "That fucking bloody, gorgeous angel. How is she? Same as ever?"
"Yeah. She's likely going to be fucking dead the next time I see her though," he said and briefly recounted the manllow, the soap, and what Sterrin had done.
Callan leaned his head back and laughed. "Fuck, that's a goddamn woman. I'd marry her if I didn't think she'd slit my throat while I slept."
Declan laughed but didn't argue, and Callan grew a little subdued again. "Fuck this. Take me somewhere and get me drunk, will ya?"
"I know just the place. It's Irish, but it's close to the Manor and Jack works there sometimes."
"Fuckin' Irish, the whole lot of ya," Callan said, but fondly. "Take me there."
Nodding, Declan drove.