tell_a_tale_mod (tell_a_tale_mod) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2007-10-26 02:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | player: amber, player: lindsay, rylee collins, shane collins |
Original poster: loverafteryou
Who: Shane Collins and Rylee Collins [Eros and the Harp]
What: Meeting her at the airport, using his ability to see some... interesting things
Where: Airport, then his apartment
When: Backdated to Wednesday
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete log
Shane was excited. It had been a while since he'd seen Rylee. Too long, in his opinion. She was probably the only girl he could think of that he'd be this excited to see. Granted, he wasn't excited for the exact reasoning for this sudden visit. Yeah, she was going to come down to see him anyway... but had a feeling that the reason she was coming down sooner because of something that... should he know exactly what happened, he wouldn't like. That's why he didn't even ask. His temper tended to flair when it came to people hurting his family. And yes, that even meant Julia, now matter how cold she tended to be. He waited at the baggage claim for her, the easiest place he could think of to meet her. With his ability, he loved airports. So many people in love or lusting after people he knew they weren't married to. Made for an interesting way to pass the time.
The plain ride to New York was a pretty decent one, first class seats always made flying that much easier for her. It definitely was not one of her favorite past times. Especially when there are crying babies and all she can think about is the reason she took the trip earlier then originally planned. But the minute she saw her brother standing near the baggage claim waiting for her she smiled, glad to be back home for once in her life. "'Ey Hearty Boy.." Rylee crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to turn around.
A smile came to his lips as he heard her. He slowly turned around, and crossed his arms as well. "'Ey Little Harpy." He said back. Yeah, they had cheesy little nicknames for each other. They had a tendency to be cheesy. He gave her a hug, ruffling her hair a bit when he pulled away. He couldn't help it. Big brother crap he had to do after mushy hugs, yes. But with that hug... He felt something all too familiar about her. This was about a boy. He knew it. Great. Now he was going to have to know. But he wasn't going to ask her now. He'd wait 'til they got home, and she had a chance to explain ... if she wanted. He didn't like this at all. All that was going to happen to his sister was more pain. He didn't want that for her. Soon, the conveyer belt began to sound and move, bags coming out and around the bend. "D'you see yours?" Shane's accent was always pretty much there.
After returning the hug he gave her she pulled away and gave him a glare, "Not the hair." Lifting her hand up she ran her fingers through it, fixing the damage that he'd caused. Turning to look at the belt she saw her bags coming down the thing rather quickly, "It's right there. Let me get it and we can be off." Rylees accent wasn't as strong as her brothers but it was still noticable. And she was sure the longer she stayed near her family the thicker it would get. Hurrying over she grabbed the small black suitcase and then came back over him, smiling as she glanced around, making sure she still had everything before giving the okay to go. "Thanks for coming and getting me. Ma would have but the car broke down again. I wish she'd just let me buy her a new one already."
"Oh sure." He chuckled. "You know her. She's gonna be stubborn as a fuckin' mule about it. I offered to work on it, and she still insisted she pay for parts." He took the bag from her, insisting he take it as he led her to his car in the parking garage. He tossed her suitcase in the back and started it up, getting them on the highway and off to his place. "So... what's with the sudden trip? Or do you not want to talk about it." Normally, he wouldn't press the issue, but knowing what he knew now, it merited a story.
"I say we just buy 'em one, put a bow on it, and park it in front of their house." Chuckling softly she got in the car and made herself comfortable, kicking her shoes off and leaning back in the seat. Looking over at him when he asked the question she chewed on her bottom lip and turned to glance out her window. "I had a bad night, figured leaving New Orleans for a bit would get my mind off of it." Which wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either, "Would have came sooner but I had a photoshoot to do before I could leave. Gotta take care of business yanno?" And now her mind was on Micah again, the one place she wished it wasn't. Rylee had come to New York to forget about what had happened, not to think abou tit at every turn.
"Sounds like a plan to me. It's the only way, really. I don't want the car to leave her stranded somewhere one day." Rylee had done exactly what he figured she'd do. Hell, it's exactly what all of them did. Why spend time talking about drama when it was either going to just blow away? Either that or find a solution. No need to dwell on it, but Shane's ability wasn't going to let this one just get dropped like that. Their exit was coming up soon. His apartment wasn't far from the airport. "So who do I have to go beat up?" That was going to be her last chance to tell him before he just came out and told her that he knew it was so much more than a bad night. It had to have something to do with some guy.
"What?" Turning to look at him she pushed her hair behind her ears, "You're not gonna go beating anyone up. I'm fine, just needed to get away is all." Just what she needed, her brother to go around beating up Micah or any other person she might have issues with. "Just a...a disagreement between friends. So the only ass thats going to kicked is yours when we go drinking."
He stayed silent after that until they were exiting. "I think you're forgetting who your talking to, Ry." He knew full well that this was no disagreement between friends. Well, it could have been, and she was just.... No. He didn't think she'd get this upset if it wasn't what he thought it was. He pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine, walking inside and closed the door behind his sister. "You're in love." was all he said, and he went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, giving her a beer out of it and getting one for himself. "Later, we'll have something stronger. You'll need it."
He was right. At this point in time she was completely forgetting who her brother was, and the fact that his entire life he'd known more about love than anyone. Hell, he was the one that had talked her out of ever wanting to fall in love with all his stories about who was cheating on who and whatnot. Things like that, and she'd appreciated it all these years. Numbly taking the beer as he handed it to her she shook her head at what he had said, "I am not in love Shane." The cold beer was set on the counter she she looked at him, "You're...you're tuning in on some other person. Lust maybe...but not love." Popping the top of the beer she lifted it to her lips and downed about half of it before coming up for air.
Shane crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, disbelieving what he was hearing. "Rylee, I'm pretty sure I can tell the difference by now. It's not just lust. You're in love. So what did this guy do to make you come running down here?" Shane hated the guy already, and he didn't even know his name. Rylee, as well as he, had a temper, yes, but this guy had some kind of hold on his sister that he didn't like. Love wasn't for the fiant at heart, and though he was sure his sister could handle the pain and move on and be fine, it wasn't something he wanted for her to have to deal with if he had anything to do with it. He couldn't let this guy hurt his sister, especially if she had that strong of feelings for him.
Lifting her eyes to her bothers, she chose to ignore the fact that he was pushing the love business on her and decided to tell him what had brought her down here. "I asked him to take me out for my brithday so he did. And in the process he got pissed off because of lavish gifts, his words not mine. And then my friend Albert was at the club and bought me a drink when I already had one for my birthday and said he'd see me at the shoot we just did. Oh, and heres the topper. You ready?" A sip of her beer was taken before finishing what she'd been telling her brother, "He was pissed I was coming here to visit you." Ahh. Leave it to her to not tell the full story, but then again she wasn't exactly sure of Micahs side, at least not in gret detail. It wasn't as if he'd really explained things to her. "In the middle of the club he tells me all this so I fucking walk away cause I didn't know what else to do. he comes out and says something, I don't even remember what and then just walks away and gets a cab. Leaves me on my brithday! I"m not in love with that. I can't be in love with that Hearty...not possible."
Shane's jaw clenched a bit before taking a huge swig from his beer. That was the kicker. He didn't need to hear anymore. He didn't know the guy, didn't want to get to know him, and wasn't going to like him. Jealousy made people do stupid things, yes, but not wanting her to see her own brother? Or get gifts on her fucking birthday? What was that? "Looks to me like you picked a real winner. But it is possible. Don't ask me how or why..." He couldn't fathom it. That's for damn sure. "But it seems like you can be." He didn't really know why he kept driving that point home. He didn't want her to be in love with anyone, but... maybe if he warned her, she could.... somehow avoid any more pain. He wasn't too sure. He just took another drink and kept looking at her, gauging her reaction.
"No!" She was pointed a finger at him, as if trying to threaten him. But it was to get her point across, "I am not." Looking up at her brother, seeing the look he was giving her she clenched her jaw, "I'm not!" Rylee couldn't be in love with Micah. He was just her tattoo artist...that fired a secretary for her, and took her on a real live date when he didn't have too, built a tent like thing on a boat so they could fall asleep under the stars. Taking her beer off the counter she turned to go to the living room, stopping mid step and turning to look at him, "Why did you have to go and do that? God I hate you!" Wasn't true, she loved him. She just hated his ability thing.
Shane was at a loss for words when she called him out like that. Most of the time, he didn't just go around telling everyone that knew about his ability when they were in love, or lust. If they asked if someone else was, sure, but.... He walked into the living room, following her. "I'm sorry? I just wanted to help. Warn you... or something, before it's too late to do anything about it." Oh, yeah, right, Shane. That was the dumbest reason ever when you said it outloud. It was too late. She'd already fallen, and didn't even know it. "Sorry." was all he could say as he plopped down on the couch. "But... since you know now..." What was she going to do about it?
Once sitting on the couch she curled into the corner, her beer still in hand as she swirled the remaining contents around the can, something she'd always done when things were on her mind. When he plopped down next to he rshe didn't hesitatie to switch the hand her beer was in and then punch him in the shoulder as hard as she chould, "Thats for not minding your own business..." Funny how some things never changed with siblings. "And because you didn't, you just inherited a house guest for a lot longer than a weekend." Rylee couldn't go back to New Orleans now, not knowing what she did. She was in love with a guy that wouldn't even ask her to be his. No way in hell was she going to ever be able to face him knowing what she did now. Before it was just a little something extra special she expected to fade, that the fun they had everytime they got together would dwindle and they'd go their seperate ways like things always turned out. "Got anymore Guinness?" She asked while polisihing off the one in her hand.
Shane's hand immediately went to his shoulder, rubbing where she had punched. "Ow! 'Ey! Modeling requires body building now? Shit." He wasn't going to complain about the house guest though, but he was going to tease her about it. "Oh, perfect, I guess I should have kept my mouth shut. I don't know if I can handle that much of you." He reached over a ruffled her hair again, noting how much it had annoyed her at the airport. He got up before she could do anything else, prepared to break into a run if she came after him. Either that or threaten to withhold the Guinness. That always worked. "So what's the guy's name, anyway?" He may not go down and beat him up, but he could sure as hell stalk the guy over journals. He loved thos fucking things for that reason alone. He grabbed her another beer, but didn't hand it to her right away, in case more hitting commenced.
Rylee smirked at him, "No, i just having an annoying ass brother who needs to be kept in his place." She stuck her tongue out at him, reaching out to set the empty can on the table as he made his next statement, him up and gone before she could do anything in response. "You think I can handle more than ten minutes of you? Try again." She made sure to use her most obnoxious voice possible. Not really paying too much attention to things anymore, her mind elsewhere she grabbed his remote off the table and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels. "Whose? Angels?" immediately she regretted that, her eyes shutting and her hand lifting to run over her face. "The guy in question," That she didn't love. Refused to loved. "name is Micah." Looking behind her at him holding the beer she turned some, "With holding the Guinness is a crime against your sister. Hand it over."
Micah. Okay. "Where did Angel come from?" He was curious. This guy sure didn't fucking sound like an angel. What kind of nickname is that anyway? He walked back to the couch, handing her the beer she'd requested as he did so. He placed his two feet on the coffee table in front of him. "I've got an extra set of keys for the car, so if I'm at work at any time during this extended visit, you can use it to get out of the house. I can get someone to pick me up on their way." He hated being bored and stranded in the house, so he wasn't going to inconvience her. Plus, she could use a little bit of generousity it seemed.
Before she answered the question he asked she took the beer he offered her, opening it up and taking a drink. By about that time he mentioned the stuff about the keys to his car, nodding her head and looking at him with a smile. "That is much appreciated. Promise I won't hurt it. I'm much better at drinking now then when I first learned." Looking down at her can she pulled her legs righter to her body, "He was the guy that did my tattoo." Lifting her eyes she looked at her brother and shrugged, "And we hit it off." The first thing that came to her mind was that night in the tattoo parlor, just him and her in the chiar. It brought a smile to her face. One that she immediately tried to hide.
Shane cocked his eyebrow at her questioningly when she smiled. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph..." He said under his breath. It was worse than he thought. "When are we going to get the stronger stuff I mentioned?" He wasn't kidding when he said she'd need it, but now it seemed much more dire than that. Not looking at her anymore, he just kept drinking that beer and kept his eyes on the TV. Oh boy. He didn't even know what to do at this point besides just get her completely drunk. That'll make her forget for one night, right?
Taking a long, long pull from the beer she'd just been given she looked down at the floor, for a long timebefore looking back at him. "As soon as you pull the shit out." Offering him a smile she got up off the couch and handed him her beer, going into this kitchen and starting to go through the cupboards until she found a bottle of vodka in the freezer, "better? Where are the shot glasses?"~
"Much." He said as he looked back at her over the couch. "Cabinet to your left." He let her rummage around for those and come back in, downing a shot immediately. The guy's a drinker. "So what are you going to do?" He hoped just stay away from the guy. She'd forget about him eventually. If one could hear his thoughts right now, they'd think he was like... the best friend who secretly loved her or something, he thought. But that was completely not the case, of course. He was being a concerned older brother. He'd seen enough of love to know what it does to people.
Rylee took a shot with her brother, always able to hold her own against him, the Irish in her blood helping to increase her tolerance. "How the hell do I know?" Lifting the bottle she refilled her shot and then his, "Already told ya I'm gonna be staying here longer than I thought...maybe I'll get my agency to get me a couple shoots up here." There was a shrug of her shoulders as she down the newest shot. "Ma'll be happy ya?" She unzipped the hoodie she'd been wearing and tossed it over the side of the couch, "Da'll probably just roll his eyes at me." ~
"Good idea." He supposed it was. It kinda sucked that she had to hide up here just because of some jerkoff, but hey. If it helped, it helped. That was all the mattered. "Of course she'll be happy. I swear she breaks down every single time you have to leave. If I ever decided to get out of this damn town, she'd be a case." Not that he ever would. He liked it there, and though he wasn't nearly as successful as Rylee, or Julia for that matter, he was pretty content. He didn't need a lot of money to be happy. Well, neither did Rylee.
Nodding her head in agreement she looked at her brother with a smirk, "How about we get shitfaced tonight and the night after, but keep Saturday sober otherwise Ma'll kick our asses." Lifting the shot she'd filled up while talking she handed it over to him and then grabbed her own, clinking it was his before downing it and slamming it on the table just to pick up the bottle and take a quick swig of that to show how serious she was about her idea. Tonight she was going to do everything in her power to forget about Micah and what her brother had told her, wanting to try and feel happy for the night. ~