We may capsize, but we won't drown Who: Teagan and Bishop Where: Dog Park What: drunkin' shenanigans When: Night, July 29th (tomorrow)
When she left her trailer, there was a pile of every scrap of anything she could get with Sonny’s or Gin’s handwriting but so far there had been no other discoveries. There was either no more evidence or someone was onto her. The only way to know for sure was to go to the fire, look in Sonny’s eyes, get a feeling for what Gin was thinking.
After she did that, if the feeling was a gut punch she would go to Rodeo. Tell him what she thought. It was better he was safe than sorry and even if it might be dangerous for her it might just keep him alive.
It probably didn’t help Rodeo's suspicions of her that she had been more aloof than usual. Not out of any other reason than her obsession finding the rat before it was too late. She'd been searching, reading through papers, trying to find anything that would help implicate Sonny but the more she searched the less there was.
The doubt had settled in. What if he wasn’t the Rat at all? What if it was someone else. Someone she hadn’t even considered. She’d been trying to get ahold of Axe for days now but he wasn’t texting back…She had questions about that name she’s been given – ‘Gun’. Miz Deliverance hadn’t bullshitted her. There was someone here. Someone that was going to twist the knife as soon as they had the chance and she felt that time was running out.
It was with a careful, measured reluctance that she came upon the festivities that night. The fire blazing as furiously as hell was still no match for the desert cold. All the heat of the day was sucked up into the cloudless sky. Her arms deep up into her sleeves and with a shivering effort she made good with all the chums she could find. Each of her brothers was spoken too, and she had a few drinks too. She danced with Marcus and Tic, and sang songs with Pinky.
Not everyone was found. Others must be off finding their fun elsewhere.
It wasn’t until she was a half o' handle into a jug of whiskey that she and Sonny met but no words were exchanged. The only thing that was passed between was a glance of knowing.
He knows I know it's him /\ She knows I know
And just like that, in the span of a breath in and a breath out, the confrontation was over and each knew. Drunk and startled by her surety, Teagan backed away from the fire and got lost in the maze of trailers and tents. She needed to gather herself – think of the next step- but that was considerably difficult when her mind was in a fog of whiskey.
There was a slap of paranoia then, when she heard someone approaching. Her breath caught up in her chest and she readied herself for battle by taking her knife out of her boot. Why else would anyone follow her out into the dark?