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quiet_curiosity (quiet_curiosity) wrote in porn_battle,

Baccano!, Luck/Eve, an unguarded moment
She didn’t storm out in a huff. Of that, at least, she could be proud.

Eve had tried to articulate her points to the best of her ability. Yet when the arguing began, she sat back and groaned. Every other meeting had included yelling and Eve had learned what to expect: harsh words, threats of violence, and her every entreaty for peace met with even more harsh words. She didn’t like sitting back and watching them fight but there was little that she could do to stop them. So she rose from the table, grabbed her coat, and walked out of the room. She heard the rustling of feet as she walked down the hall but she refused to look back. It was only after she gave instruction to the elevator operator that she looked up to see Luck Gandor’s quizzical expression. She shrugged as the door closed between them.

She ignored the rolling storm clouds once she hit the street, choosing to pull her collar up to her chin and focus her eyes on the ground. She didn’t want to accidentally make eye contact with anyone and have to face their unspoken sympathy. But as the rain began to sprinkle the street, she felt foreign eyes settle on her uncovered head. Yet she continued on and mulled over her situation. Her frustration with it mounted as the rain began to pound. When she finally looked up, she realized that those few who carried umbrellas were the only ones who populated the sidewalks. She slicked by a lock of sopping hair from her forehead as she scanned the darkened streets. It was as she had wanted – she was nearly alone. But she couldn’t stay were she was.

Cautiously, Eve ran down the sidewalk as her eyes scanned for a place to sit out the worst of the storm. It was only by chance that she noticed the alley. She knew that it wouldn’t be an ideal hiding spot but it would have to do. Eve crept deep into the alley until she found a place that was relatively dry. She leaned up against the wall and began to wring out the hem of her dress, glancing up and down the alley as she did so. It was as dreary as she had expected but it was still dirty and reeked of something that wasn’t quite well. She looked back toward the street and sighed. The storm showed no signs of letting up.

And so she crouched there, her knees held close to her chin, and waited. Instead of evaporating, her frustrations only mounted, compounding on the stale cold the swept over her body. Why couldn’t they listen to her? While the Gandors obviously ran a tight organization, her brother had little to shows for his years of thuggery. But she had gone up against others and came out victorious. She was all that stood between him and another cement filled barrel. Why couldn’t he just shut up and let her do the talking?

It was only the sound of a sudden rustle in the distance that snapped her from her thoughts and sent her to her feet. She reached into one her inner coat pockets and stroked the outline of her small revolver. Thankfully, it wasn’t wet. It had been part of her inheritance from her grandfather but it had only been within the last three years that she had gotten any practice with it. She hoped that her relative inexperience would not show should she have to use it. With hand still in pocket, she swung around to meet the noise and stopped. It seemed that she wouldn’t need the gun after all. “Luck?”