The Gig [Finished]

[yamikuronue]

Vic shrugs. He hates talking to groups too -- but not for the same reason. "Seems like it went well."

[accalia]

"I hope.... Ah. there's Cas now. One moment gotta hand over command to him for the day shift." Tony then walks to the door and spends a couple of minutes talking to about the biggest black man Vic ever saw, dressed in a crisp uniform and wearing far too many shiny medals. After the man turns and walks away Tony grabs his coat and starts walking out of the office towards the front door.

"Signing off Kate, thanks for your help and i'll see you day after tomorrow." He says to the receptionist who is just unpacking her purse for the day shift.

[yamikuronue]

Vic watches this exchange more nervously. The few negroes he's known in the Family have been... quick to anger. Intellectually, he knows they're not all like that, but that doesn't do much to help the general anxiety.

Seeing Tony heading for the door, Vic scrambles into motion, catching up quickly and dogging his steps. "That guy's in charge of the day shift?" he asks, to clarify.

[accalia]

"Captain White, yeah." Tony confirms, having stayed mute on the subject until they were both in the unmarked car  again with the doors closed. "He's a pillock. too proud of his army medals, and far too proud to work nightshift. I'm sure he's most of the reason why Kirk quit and he's all of the reason i don't want the job Kirk threw in my lap."

Tony pulls out into traffic "I'm headed home to get fourty before we have our eventful night, you wanna be dropped off somewhere first or something?" Tony's not saying Vic can't stick around, but he's giving the kid the option to scoot if watching Tony snore is not on Vic's plans for the day.

[yamikuronue]

Vic snickers. Captain White, huh? He keeps that thought to himself, though.

"I'm sticking with you," he says, shrugging. "My brothers'll understand."

[accalia]

"Hope you don't mind the snoring then." Tony replies. The drive to his house was uneventful, Tony parked the car, walked in the front door without even needing to unlock it, and collapsed on the couch, still in his clothes. There's a open suitcase with a couple changes of clothes at one end of the couch and a pretty thick layer of dust on the stairs to the bed rooms. does Tony even use any of the other rooms in this house? Well it's no use asking Tony, he was snoring from just about the moment his face hit the couch cushions, that deep rumbling snore that is impossible to fake too.

[yamikuronue]

Vic frowns. He can go upstairs, or he can stay here... yeah, that's no choice at all. Damn guard dog duty.

Though now there's a good chance...

He sneaks off to the restroom, taking the chance to pee without being observed. Good thing he has a strong bladder, he thinks as he sits on the toilet. Okay, time to bite the bullet and check the underclothes....

Yup. There's still blood soaking into the rags. Quite a bit, so it'll be at least two more days before the bleeding stops. Great. Just great.

Vic cleans himself carefully, then goes to wash out the rag in the sink. I should have made an excuse to stop at home, he realises, to get a backup pad. Well, too late now. He wrings it out as best he can, then, biting his lip, attaches the damp pad back to the sanitary belt and pulls it on. Oh god, ew, I hate damp pads.

That taken care of, he takes a deep breath, looking over himself in the mirror. Still butch, he concludes, pulling up the trousers to cover his shapely legs. At least I don't have much in the way of breasts yet. A few more years at least. Then... well, he'll figure out then when it happens.

Vic slips back out to the living room, taking a seat leaning against the wall. Soon, he too drifts off, still sitting up, looking vigilent.

[accalia]

Tony doesn't stop snoring for a solid four hours, indeed the only reason he stopped is that he shifted his weight wrong in his sleep and fell off the couch. Now that he's on his back he stopped snoring, didn't wake up though. Damn that man is a heavy sleeper.

[yamikuronue]

Vic sleeps lightly, but it's enough; he's used to long nights with little sleep, and used to snoring as well.

The morning comes, sooner or later, as it always does. The light wakes Vic, who gets up and pads to the restroom again, getting ready for the day. Low on toilet paper, he realizes, and goes hunting for more...

....and discovers the dusty box of disposable pads, left over from the previous occupant. Never used those before, but it's gotta be easier than dealing with this mess, right? He rinses out the rag again, hiding it in the cabinet draped over a pipe to dry, and finagles the hooks on one of the disposables to work with his sanitary belt. Yeah, much better. he sighs as he pulls up his trousers.

Then it's back to the front room and back to sleep, until finally, in late afternoon, Vic's body declares enough is enough. He gets up and pads into the kitchen, hoping to find some food to quiet his stomach.

[accalia]

There's not much in the way of food in the kitchen, an apple that seems to have dried itself in a bowl, a half finished jar of peanut butter and an all but empty container of marmalade are in the fridge, there's a package of saltines and a small pile of unopened fortune cookies on the counter, and a loaf of bread that's just starting to go fuzzy on one end. Tony is not one for home cooking it seems, given the pile of menus for takeput and delivery places under the phone. The coffee maker on the other hand is one of those industrial strength models that shows sighs of heavy use.

Some muffled thumping and banging in the living room indicate that something has woken Tony, the clock on the wall reads pretty much exactly five of the clock.

[yamikuronue]

Vic grabs one of the takeout menus, darting back into the living room in a hurry -- he can't leave Tony alone, not if he's awake.

[accalia]

Tony's vertical and half naked, his coat and shirt tossed on the couch, His chest covered in.... looks like bandages, got some blood on them too so it looks like he got in a pretty major scrap recently, he fishes a fresh pair of pants and a shirt out from the suitcase at the end of the couch and starts stumbling towards the downstairs bathroom. Tony does not appear to notice Vic's presence and he does not bother to close the door as he starts the shower. Clearly Tony is used to living alone.

[yamikuronue]

Vic frowns. So he's a scrapper... that could be dangerous, if he's prone to starting the fight. But it doesn't vibe with what he saw yesterday; Tony seemed like a passive, laid-back kind of guy. So either he's lying, or he's not the one starting the fights -- which could be worse. Vic has heard of guys who are just tired of living, throwing themselves into anything that might kill them... and he's getting that vibe from Tony.

Perfect.

He decides it's fine to wait outside the bathro-- oh crap I hope he doesn't go under the counter!

[accalia]

Tony showers quickly before dressing up to his waist again, before opening the cabinet under the sink. He doen't appear to have noticed anything unusual though as a moment later he straightens up with a fresh roll of bandages and begins applying them carefully to his chest while facing away from the door. His exposed back shows a lot of scarring, all running diagonal from one shoulder to the opposite hip. And the bandages he puts on are...... already stained with fresh blood?!

[yamikuronue]

"You're going to get infected that way," says Vic, trying to sound bored.