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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2014 22:04:43 GMT -5
Valor nodded, falling quiet. She was right really. Valor's eyes fell to the open door contemplating darting but that was rude wasn't it? He looked back at Bailey and smiled weakly. He felt ashamed really, who was he to cause all this ruckus for this poor girl. "Suppose as the years go by they get longer and longer and I realise there ain't really no one to turn to. No matter though, it'll be over soon enough. " He shook the thought off and looked over his hand. That'd be infected in a matter of days, he knew it and knew he wouldn't really be prepared for it. Valor sipped off the new glass but tried not to bother with it too much, he didn't want to drop it. "Is there a phone I can make a quick call with? " There was a payphone on the walkway out the door there but walking that distance seemed a feat he wasn't fit for just this minute. He'd be willing to walk to it if she told him no, and he mentally was preparing for the walk. If he called Harley he could kill two birds with one stone, if he called Boston he could probably survive the night.
"You're prolly fed up with me anyhow" He chuckled, "I wouldn't have put up with me this long." His tone was still a joking one, but he was serious about not putting up with it this long, most people don't. Bailey wasn't most people though, she was different and he liked it. "Couldn't walk my ass back if I tried right now." He smirked letting her know he was prodding for a grin out of her, making a dry attempt at lightening the air. "I hope the rest of your shift is better than this. Not that I've not enjoyed my time here, I appreciate it really. " He ran a hand through his hair and sipped at the water again.
After using the phone, he forced himself to stand against the bar versus sitting at it. It hurt to think and it hurt to stand but he was going to power through and hold out. It seemed like forever before a dark, charcoal grey almost black 2010 Dodge Challenger with red trim and police tint rolled up. It's engine was roaring, bass was rattling the entire car and with it still running the driver got out. "Why Swift? Why is it every time you call me you're a mess, broken, bleeding or dying?" He huffed, shaking his head. Valor shrugged quietly, unsure suddenly of why he called Harley. Harley stood in the doorway and looked his buddy up and down. "What is it with you? It's just you Swiftston, you're the one that's always in pieces waiting for me to tell you what to do. I don't know when you're gonna man up but this is getting old."
Valor hung his head and rubbed his forehead. "Sorry, shh, you could have sent someone else or y'know you didn't have to send anyone at all Duke, I could have just waited." Harley had scoffed at the statement mocking the boy that stood before him "You'll work it off." Harley smirked and Valor nodded. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to call Harley, but he'd give Harley whatever he wanted later on. He approached the rude, loud Harley who slipped him a pack of cigarettes, that hs, a lighter, and a ten pack of clean . Valor wrapped his hands around Harley's neck and quickly gave him a kiss on his cheek. Just after he'd stuffed the pack of needles into his pocket and the cigarettes in the other. Valor tried to express the urgency to him but it went without reward , instead Harley just looked over The Font Bar, it was weird seeing it empty as he was usually getting thrown out of here."When abouts does this place close tonight?" He asked Bailey looking around, "He's not been a bother for you, has he?" Harley hadn't thought about asking until he seen Valor sit back on top of the bar stool "Cause I'll gladly him out of your hair for you." Harley was more so digging for a reason to hit Valor. He was angry and needed to let out the anger, typically he did that on Valor. Valor more often than not just took it and waiting quietly for it to stop. In more recent years Harley's drinking had gotten just as bad as his heroin use had in the end, it scared Valor and unsure of what to do he just put up with it. Harley had issues, he had things to do all the time and it seemed like he was never getting them done, all the stress that he was piled with. Valor had decided a year or so ago that he would remain Harley's punching bag for the sake of Harley. "Oh I wasn't being trouble!" Valor piped up weakly "but I dropped a gla-" Harley shot him a look quickly. "I. Did. Not. Ask. You." Harley spat through clenched teeth. Valor apologized quickly and looked down at the bar top he was sitting at, sipping his water glass and only briefly glancing up at Bailey.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 17:42:58 GMT -5
She handed Valor the phone that they kept under the bar. It was kind of old and usually just used for when someone was too drunk to lift their head up and the staff needed to call a cab for them. While he dialled out, Bailey grabbed a cloth to wipe over the bar one more time. It was old, showing signs of age already and no matter how much polish or how many cloths they used on it it still looked like it needed another clean. It was the same with most older, smaller bars in the city from Bailey's own experience. Still, she wasn't going to give anyone a reason to hold her responsible for a messy bar. “Yeah, well, next time you're here your first drink is on me.” Bailey said casually, a small smirk as she scrubbed at a glass ring on the bar that didn't seem to want to fade.
When the other guy walked through the door Bailey rolled her eyes. She recognised him well enough. She'd cut him off countless times before when he was slurring his words and trying to catch the attention of the bar staff. She kept pottering around behind the bar, but kept listening in with their conversation. Bailey had countless trust issues to begin with, but she really didn't trust Valor's friend one iota. Pausing when he addressed her, Bailey leaned on the bartop and quirked her eyebrow as she stared him down. “Probably long after I kick your ass out of here.” She told him, playing hostile because she could and because it was her go-to defence. She didn't know why Valor had received any different treatment from her, but Bailey wasn't one for over-thinking things. She just got on with it and did what she had to do in order to survive, to make ends meet or just keep herself from losing it.
Valor might still be a total stranger to her, might even be a mess sitting at her bar, but Bailey would rather have that over this new guy. She had never taken the time to learn his name in all the times she had removed him from Font, but she didn't so much care. Names were a detail she didn't want in her life; just more hassle to try to remember. The place wasn't even open for business just yet and trouble was already coming through the doors; it didn't exactly sit well with the defensive blonde engineer. “No. He's been a treat actually.” She stared him down, unblinking. She might not look like much but the last ten years had hardened Bailey to the point where things that ought to scare her didn't. She was a young woman alone in a New York City bar with characters who most people would cross the street just to avoid. After everything Bailey had been through it wasn't the sort of thing to scare her, unsettle her, or even have her looking in a different direction.
Hearing the way he spat those words at Valor Bailey began to unravel. She pushed herself up and swung her long legs over the bar to drop down on the other side. “No, you asked me. And now I'm asking you to leave before I make you leave.” Her glare never faltered, her posture never weakened. Bailey rarely called herself a fighter, but she was tough; she had to be. Years of torment and abuse from Leona had forced it into her and now in New York and while she worked in a bar it came in extremely handy. Keeping her eye contact with Harley, Bailey addressed Valor in a slightly softer tone. “Valor, you can stick around here as long as you like. That stool has your name on it as far as I'm concerned.” She didn't trust this guy, not one bit, and with the attitude he had been spitting about since he walked in, she trusted him even less.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 2:52:41 GMT -5
"D-duke, c'mon jus' go on home. I'll catch up later. " Valor urged Harley to move on, leave and not start trouble here. Harley's hand reached out to grab Valor's shirt collar. Valor flinched, and moved backward, causing Harley to miss his collar, further enraging him. Valor knew he'd have to fix this he just wasn't sure about how. Valor looked to Bailey as she grew all the more impatient or hostile, if not both, with Harley. He shook his head quickly, hoping Harley wouldn't see him warn her not to do this. Harley hadn't seen it and he huffed. "Whatever, Swift you owe me. Tomorrow, Early." With that turned to Bailey and shook his head before walking out, with nothing more to say to her other than curse her under his breath. Before getting back in his car, he turned to Bailey and walked back into the bar. "When his ass falls out, inject him with this." He handed her a small glass vial, similar to an insulin bottle. "It's Narcan, if he overdoses pop him with 1mg of it. If it doesn't help try it again in two- to three-minute intervals. After 10mg, if it hasn't worked, call emergency; if he doesn't need it, keep it on hand. You won't have to find a vein, you can inject into muscle but it's faster if you his a vein.." Really you could inject into the fat as well but your best options were vein and muscle injections.
With that he left, walked out the door saying nothing more. His car peeled out and that was the end of Harley, for now. Valor looked over to Bailey as he reclaimed his bar stool ""Thanks for that. " He really couldn't believed Harley cared enough to leave a bottle of Narcan behind. The stuff wasn't cheap and Harley would probably throw a fit later. ""Duke cares, honest he does but sometimes I can kinda piss him off." " Valor started to explain ""I'm sorry he came in here like that though. I was gonna wait outside but he drives too fast I guess.." " Valor said quietly, waiting for him outside would have ended much worse than what it did inside. Valor would have been smacked and probably thrown into the car.
Harley used to be Valor's best mate, apart from Boston. When Harley got clean from heroin, and turned to drinking he became abusive and hurtful. It pained Valor to even consider walking away from Harley but sometimes it felt like the best option. Harley was a great dealer though, Valor might have owed him a lot of money but he didn't he didn't bother Valor for it too much like anyone else would do. Harley helped him, a lot and the least Valor could do was hang around and make sure he had someone looking out for him too. It was a friendship that everyone else wouldn't understand, unless they were in one too." "But he probably would have hit me if you weren't around to intervene." " Valor spoke truthfully, and quietly ""But it's okay, he doesn't mean it really." " Valor was so deep in denial over it he made excuses over and over again especially after something revealing or truthful on the subject.
"I don't wanna take up all your time though.." " Valor said thinking he should probably leave soon, he was taking up her time and that wasn't really fair. Sure the bar wasn't open yet but she probably had things to be doing, or napping until it opened. That's what Valor would have done.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2014 19:27:01 GMT -5
Bailey never said another word to Harley. As far as she was concerned nothing he had to say would matter and she already had a line firmly drawn in permanent marker on the floor of her bar. Valor might have had problems, an addiction he couldn't kick, but Bailey couldn't let him keep sneaking off to the bathroom for a fix. She didn't want to have to do it, but she would kick him out if she had to. Bailey never really made friends or had them in her life, so it made her job a hell of a lot easier since she didn't have to care about the customers she served beer and spirits to. She just had to take their money and help maintain some kind of order at Font without the police getting involved. The police took up too much of the staff's time and generally left Bailey feeling even more bitter and twisted than she already was. Her blues eyes watched Harley like a hawk until he was out of the bar completely and only then did Bailey relax a bit and lean back against the worn wood of the bartop.
Arching her eyebrow at Valor, Bailey shook her head. People criticised her for shutting people out and acting like she didn't care, but she would take that over being duped by some faux friend any day of the week. “With friends like that you don't need enemies.” She crossed the length of the bar to grab the broom where she had left it. “In fact, with friends like that you don't need friends.” There were many perks to being almost totally alone in life and the ability to avoid betrayal and backstabbing was one of them. Bailey had lived through enough whispers and jibes that she never needed to hear them again and sometimes she wondered just how much more of it she could've possibly taken back in Leona before she snapped too. She had been close to the end of her tether when she had loaded her belongings into her car and drove out of the city back when she was eighteen. There really was no saying what could've happened if Bailey had stuck around the small town.
Pausing, Bailey looked at Valor with a confused expression that held just a hint of disbelief in her eyes and in her tone. “He doesn't mean it?! That's the biggest load of bull anyone ever says when it comes to getting punched. 'Oh, they didn't mean to'. Well I've heard that one before and let me tell you now that no matter how many times they say it or you tell yourself it, it won't change a damn thing.” She had heard that excuse during her mother's trial and it had made her blood boil. Bailey could remember leaving the court when the lawyer attempted to use it in the defence battle. If there had been any remorse or support left in her for her mother it had gone the moment “she didn't mean to...” started a sentence in a murder trial. “You're not taking up my time. I'm here until after closing tonight, so it's not like I have anywhere else to be or anyone else to see.” She was trying to calm herself down, forget about her mom, but deep breaths and vigorous unnecessary sweeping of an already clean floor could only do so much.
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