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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Oct 24, 2012 20:37:17 GMT -5
May was sitting at the bar eating peanuts and downing juice. She wasn't quite sure if she had promised someone to meet here, or if she had just wanted to come. The memory was kinda fuzzy, but she got here anyhow.
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Post by Aeron Smith on Oct 27, 2012 18:52:21 GMT -5
Aeron walked into the bar. He hadn't promised to meet anyone there, which was odd for him due to his overactive "social" life. Well, he thought it was social. Tonight, he just wanted to drink, fight, and maybe make his ancestors proud. Maybe skipping the fighting. His face was too pretty to be hit. He loved his face. It was very facial.
May was here.
Sweet! Drinking buddy! Fighting second! Similar ancestors to make proud!
"May! My light! Next round is on me!" He said, sliding into the stool next to her. "Whatcha drinkin', bright eyes?"
He gave her a half hug and left his arm around her shoulders. Because he could and that's just how they were. Because their usual greeting, at least her to him, was a kiss on the cheek, he planted a kiss on her temple. It was just so them.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Oct 27, 2012 18:56:50 GMT -5
"Un-Fermented fruit beer, honey bunches." she said, smiling at him. He didn't give her a proper hug, but this is okay- cause she was way to lazy to stand up and he excuse would be that he couldn't hug her when they were sitting.
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Post by Aeron Smith on Oct 27, 2012 19:07:09 GMT -5
"So juice?" He teased. He kept his arm around her, by now it was practically a muscle memory anyways. He ordered his drink and paid for his current and her next. He was a gentlemen, never let it be said that he wasn't. He took a sip of his beer, his first and last of that cup.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Oct 27, 2012 19:11:39 GMT -5
May made a face at him. "Well aren't you just the gentleman?"
At this moment a pissed, infuriated, Phyre walked into the bar.
"May. Robin."
May phyiscially cringed and turned around. "Phyre?"
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Post by Aeron Smith on Oct 27, 2012 19:17:57 GMT -5
May cringed. Why would she cringe? Aeron was confused. His May might not have been around her husband recently, but that shouldn't mean she would be cringing at the sound of his voice unless.......Well, let's see. Phyre is drunk. May hasn't been around him in months and has seemed to have no intention of going back. She's cringing when she sees him. Phyre seems to be stumbling a like a man who is used to be drunk.
Well....Pieces were falling...falling....fallen. Ok. He had an good guess that said that Phyre was not on the good list of his May.
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Post by Phyre on Oct 27, 2012 19:22:05 GMT -5
Phyre walked up to her, drink heavy on his breath. May wanted to pull back, but she knew she couldn't. Here goes the last few months facade.
"So, why haven't you been home in a year, Little Robin?" Phyre asked. "Been away with this guy?" He asked pointing at Aeron, who's arm was no longer around her.
May shook her head, immediately submissive. "I left. I haven't been with him. I just wanted to come home for a little while."
"And where's my son?"
May just blinked, and swallowed down a slap. She wasn't his son, she wasn't even a son.
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Post by Aeron Smith on Oct 27, 2012 19:27:28 GMT -5
He didn't like this. Of course, he didn't have to like this at all. May was being submissive. May was acting like someone that he didn't know. And this was something that he didn't like. Plus he never liked the guy anyways. So....Aeron just reacted to the very obvious threat against his May in a very predictable manner, the same way he would react if any of his girls were threatened. Or Gabe.
He decked the drunken bastard. And sincerely hoped that if this guy had a son or a daughter, that the kid never ever ever met him.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Oct 27, 2012 19:34:10 GMT -5
May flinched again at the fist- expecting it to hit her. She was frozen though.
Phyre fell back on his ass and shook his self and glared at Aeron as he got back up. "Oh really? So he is your new boyfriend? Does my son call him daddy?" He said, shooting venom at May.
She shook her head, then pulled in a breath, and decked him to. "No. My daughter doesn't call him daddy!" She spat at him.
Phyre blinked up at her and shot back on his feet and hit her right across the face. "What did you do with it?"
May fell back into the chairs behind her and curled under the table, seeing his eyes become like his name.
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Post by Aeron Smith on Oct 27, 2012 19:39:58 GMT -5
Aeron looked at May, whose head was bleeding from the impact with the chair. Phyre....Phyre had just hit her. Well. That made things simple. Very simple even.
He kicked Phyre in the groin. Then he kicked him in the stomach, several times over. And then the head. Over and over until the blood and bruise was indistinguishable from the normal flesh of his face.
He leaned in close to Phyre once he was assured that the man wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"If you ever come near May again, I promise you that it will be the last thing you do. The very last, very painful and extensively excruciating thing you do." Aeron hissed, finishing Phyre off with another kick, rendering the drunken man unconscious.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Oct 27, 2012 19:42:11 GMT -5
May ran over to Phyre and started dabbing his wounds with her sleeve.
"Why did you do that!? What's wrong with you!? I could have handled my self!" She sobbed, more or less. She got up and grabbed towel from the bar keep, to soak up more of the blood and put pressure on the wounds. "Phyre?" she whispered.
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Post by Aeron Smith on Oct 27, 2012 19:44:07 GMT -5
"Because it really looked like you had a handle on it." Aeron replied, rather harshly. Well, harsh wasn't exactly his intent, but it's what came out.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Oct 27, 2012 19:46:25 GMT -5
She glared at him.
"You didn't have to beat him to a pulp! He didn't hurt me that bad!" she said, with blood running down the side of her face and a bruise forming around her eye.
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Post by Aeron Smith on Oct 27, 2012 19:49:12 GMT -5
He grabbed another towel from the barkeep and bent down next to May, dabbing at the blood falling down the opposite side of her face from her forming black eye. He held the towel out to her.
"So that isn't your blood? Can you even see out of your left eye?" He asked.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Oct 27, 2012 19:50:17 GMT -5
She just stared at it blankly. She fell back on to the floor, crosslegged like a small child, tears starting to form.
~(Aeron POV)
Another person who looked like they knew what they were doing came over to the unconscious Phyre and began treating him. Aeron might not like the guy, but sure, he guessed that Phyre didn't exactly deserve death. Well...Not like this. Maybe.
Aeron nodded at the person taking over and went to go pick up May from off the floor, bridal style.
"Come on, I'm taking you home."
Home meaning his place. Like it mattered, but still. Aeron was not in the mood to explain to May's parents why she had suddenly gone catatonic on them. Let her sleep it off in a nice comfy bed and the morning might seem better.
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