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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 14:27:02 GMT -7
Tessa can feel the atmosphere in this room change and she knows that he's going to explode. She shuts the closet door and stares right at her father when he slowly starts to get to the point. Of course the guy from the club was wearing the hat, it was as if she had been caught with her brother in her room. It was as if it was something disgusting but it was the most natural thing between two people. It wasn't as if she was going to see him again so he might as well just get rid of the hat. Then it landed at her feet and she looked down at it before bringing her brown eyes back up to her father.
Scott is stood there pointing his finger at her as he chastises her. Tessa put her hands on her hips and shook her head before moving over to her bed and putting the hanger down on the cover. She clenches her fists in front of her and closes her eyes as his words starts to sink into her mind. Tessa lets his words just stab at her as if he's putting a knife in her.
In the end she can't take it any more and she opens her eyes and turns on the spot to look straight at him, anger in her eyes. "You're right, I can't help myself because I hate you with everything I have in me" she said moving closer to him. "You might buy me pretty dresses and let me have free drinks at the club but no matter what in the end I still hate you and you know that you can't control me, just like you couldn't control Graeme's mother, like you can't control Graeme or even my mother and now you have lost me" she said her eyes blazing with anger.
"In the end you'll be known as the person who had everything he wanted but he lost his family through his actions and for the record, I wish it was you," she said pointing her finger at him "that had died and not my mother" she was being honest. The words just seem to flow out of her and her heart was pounding and she was breathless and could feel tears burning in the back of her eyes but she refused to let him see her cry because of the fact that he would know he had broken her and that was one thing she refused to let him see.
"Or did you have her killed because you knew that you couldn't control her, get her out of the way because she was reckless and would damage everything you had? Is that what you did with Graeme's mother too? It's very suspicious how two women that you claimed to love would just die" she said and shook her head. Tessa could feel her fists tightening at her side once more and she so badly wanted to hit him but in the end, he was still her father.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 14:50:33 GMT -7
She explodes, unleashing all of her anger right at him like a hurricane. He stands there as she spits her hate, more ferociously than she has since her mother died. A small part of him, deep in the farthest reaches of his mind, knows that he deserves it. She might be dramatic, she might be spiteful, she might be downright foolish, but her mother is dead because of him. Because of this business. But that doesn't change the fact that Scott has spent every day since then trying to do right by Teresa. Trying to give her everything she needs, buying everything she wants, sparing no expense on the last shred of family he has left. He lets her into the business, lets her be as much a part of this life as she wants, keeps no secrets like he kept with her mother. He educates and protects her.
And she treats him like this.
Something in Scott snaps, and for the first time in his life he slaps her. His knuckles sting where he hit her across the cheek, but his anger doesn't cease. Instead it boils in his stomach like a furnace, making him feel nothing towards what he's just done. He steps closer to her, getting right in her face. He grabs her by the sleeve of her silver dress, ripping it a little in his anger, and holds her still so she hears every word he has to say, loud and clear. "If you ever see that prick again," He starts, snarling through his teeth, "I'll kill him." He gives her a small shake and stares in her eyes to let her know he's not lying. "And if you ever disobey me again, the last thing you'll have to worry about is a little control."
Scott lets her go with a sharp push, and he turns away and leaves the room before she can say anything else to him.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 15:15:39 GMT -7
Tessa is so shocked by the fact that he slaps her that she is left with her mouth hanging open. The next thing is he's in her face and grabbing hold of the sleeve of her silver dress and ripping it a little. He then makes sure that she can hear his words. For the first time in her life she actually is scared. Mostly because of the fact that he had hit her, that he was holding her so tightly and making sure his words were being drilled into her head.
He then says about the fact that he would kill the guy that she had been with if she ever sees him again. But to be honest he had just hit her, there was no way she was going to take any notice of what he was saying. Scott's eyes were baring into her own and she could see everything in his hatred stare right now. Her heart was pounding hard and she felt fear creeping up her body the more and more he kept speaking and holding onto her.
Then he gave her a sharp push and she felt the heat rising in her cheek and then she saw his back as he was leaving the room. Tessa then moved across the room quickly and shuts the door before locking it. She moves away from the door before letting out a sob. She hated him with everything she had in her.
Tessa moves away from the middle of the room and sits in the corner under the window and pulls her knees up to her chest and starts to cry. Even if she hates letting this weakness out. How dare he reduce her to tears like this, how dare he even lay one finger on her. She couldn't stay here but honestly didn't know where she should go. If she went to Graeme and he found out there was a big chance that he would kill her dad. She looked down at her hands and saw that they were shaking so much and she clenched her fist.
She felt the fear grip her stomach and there was a sick feeling there. A part of her wanted to grab something sharp and stab him with it for hitting her and to show that she wouldn't do anything he said ever again. The other part of her wanted to get out of here but she wasn't as confident about going out the window and there was no way she was going to go down the stairs. So at the moment she was trapped.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 16:08:15 GMT -7
She owns a nice place in Manhattan; the kind of place with a doorman and maid service. Bucky rides the elevator up, using the button panel to get a clear view of his disorganized hair. But no matter how much he smooths it back, the longer strands on top always fall back down to the sides. He shrugs it off and fixes his collar instead as the steel doors open wide with a quiet ping into an even quieter hallway. He takes a left, and follows the cream colored walls down to the second-to-last door. A small golden plaque reads 333, and Bucky raps his knuckles four times beneath it.
It takes a moment, but only a moment, for the door to crack open. Bucky recognizes the pile of blonde hair and blues eyes as soon as Stevie recognizes him, and the door closes for just a brief second as the taller of the two undoes the chain lock. The door opens wide this time, and Steve steps out of the way to let Bucky saunter into the apartment. "Hey, trouble." He grins at the blonde, who rolls his eyes accordingly.
The apartment is big and spacious; the kitchen to the left with a great view overlooking the city, the living room just ahead with black furniture and a built in bar, and the bedroom and office beyond. The kind of place that he and Steve dreamed about living in as kids. Hell, the kind of place Bucky dreamed about living in during the war. Frank Sinatra plays a lulling tune over the radio, but otherwise the apartment is quiet.
"You look like you had a good night," Steve comments as he closes the door. He's still wearing his blue suit, just without the jacket. The vest hides none of Steve's new-found attributes, but the tie makes him look like a politician. Not an Irish kid from Brooklyn who's too smart for his own good. Hell. Maybe Steve should be a politician.
"When don't I?" Bucky replies, grinning ear to ear. Steve scoffs at him.
"Modest as ever."
"Just like my mama taught me to be. Where's Pegs?" He asks, tapping out another Lucky Strike.
"Phone." Steve answers, and moves towards the bar to pour himself a drink. Bucky acknowledges the answer with a small grunt as he lights his cigarette. "Anything?" Steve asks this time, filling a glass with bourbon.
"'s the first date, Stevie. Give it time."
"Thought you said you'd crack her open like a safe." Steve muses, a snarky little smile tugging at his mouth.
"Give it time," Bucky repeats slowly, blowing out a stream of smoke as he speaks. "Surprised you're not telling me to be respectful, lady killer. After the way you busted Argent's lip."
"He had it coming." Steve murmurs, sipping at his drink. Steve hates bourbon, and Buck can see it all over his face as he swallows it down. He snorts a little.
"So what now." Bucky settles down on one of the back couches, leaning back against the cushions. "Sit on our asses and wait?"
"Don Giamatti has reached out and wants to make a deal." Peggy interrupts, stepping out of her office with a click of her heels. "At least I assume that's what he was getting at. I can't tell if he's flirting or just an idiot." She walks further into the living room, slapping down the pad of paper she'd used to write down notes onto the low-sitting coffee table. Bucky sits forward, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, to look at what she'd written.
"Both." Steve replies.
"So we're good then." Bucky comments, looking at the figures circled in red. It's enough to keep them happy for a long while. "Argent can go fuck himself."
"Not quite." Peggy admits in a sigh, taking the glass of bourbon from Steve, who offers it willingly. She sips at it greedily, and Bucky doesn't blame her. "Giamatti has the transportation, the men, but Scott Argent has all the money. There's a reason why the Don likes him so much." She settles down onto the armchair across from Bucky and crosses her legs at the ankles. "Giamatti made it very clear that we still have to go through our club-owner to finalize anything."
"So what?" Bucky asks, puffing out smoke. "We persuading him or removing him from the picture?"
"Persuading. For now." Peggy smiles a little. "The girl prove herself a worthy lead?"
"Well she's got daddy issues, if that's what you mean. Won't be a problem."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 16:42:11 GMT -7
Teresa sat against the wall the rest of the night, no one came and no one went from the house. Not that she really would care if they had. She cried for as much as she could and promised herself that she would never cry again. She promised herself that if he ever hit her again then she would kill him herself. She would probably go to jail but she really didn't care. After that thought she dragged herself into bed, pulling the covers up and over the dress, not really caring whether she had taken it off or not.
Tessa might be in her twenties but for the first time since she had died, she longed for her mother. Longed to hear her speaking to her. She pressed her sore cheek into the pillow and closed her eyes. Crying had left her exhausted and her throat raw but she didn't care because it meant that for a little bit she could escape her life. Escape the night that had happened. Her father was the biggest prick and would come to regret that he had ever hit her.
She would make sure of that. And that was the thought she had fallen asleep with.
The next morning however she had woke up and went for a bath, her dress was completely crumpled but at the same time it was also broke and it made a frown pull at her lips. Her long black hair fell around her shoulders as she looked for the dress that she wanted to wear. It was a red number. That's what she had on all day. She spent the day with Lu-Ann, who helped her cover up the bruise that had formed on her cheek and made her promise that if it ever happened again then she would come and stay with her and her parents. Tessa had smiled slightly and promised but the thought from the night before came back to her.
It would never happen again and if it did then Scott Argent would end up with a knife in his chest.
The rest of the day passed by in a blink of an eye and soon it was night time and she would end up going to the club, she had asked her friend to go with her but then remembered that she was going out with Brad. So Tessa was going to go solo to the club. But she wasn't going to dress up in something flashy because of the fact that her father would want her to do that. She was done pleasing him but the sad thing was that all of her night dresses were silver so in the end she had to end up wearing the damn things.
She made sure to stay away from her father and neither did he come to seek her out. Johnny had tried to get her to take a drink to his office for him but she refused and got herself another drink and another. She didn't care whether or not she embarrassed the bastard anymore. But she definitely did feel the ache in her cheek when she drank from her glass. She knocked drink after drink back and went back for more. But this time she was at the bar and on her own, she didn't have her friend there to have a good time with. She hated her father, well more than she did the night before, and she was getting worried stares from Johnny that she really didn't need.
Tessa grabbed her purse closer to her and looked through it for a mirror just to make sure that she didn't have any of her bruise showing. Thankfully she didn't. Explaining that would be a bitch but at the same time she wanted everyone to know just how horrible her father really was.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 17:12:38 GMT -7
The day is uneventful. Stevie talks real nicely to a butcher on Giamatti's turf, sliding a couple bills under the table to keep the conversation nice. They're not surprised to learn that Giamatti isn't all that decent of a guy, especially not to the locals who keep his wallet fat every month. Half of Brooklyn is in Giamatti's debt, and the interest rises whenever the Don feels like it. People have complained, sure, the only way that a mouse can complain in a lion's den. Bones get broken, shop windows get smashed, and they still have to pay their dues.
Steve says something sweet about maybe fixing the butcher's problem, and they get three bloody steaks for free.
Carter and the patriot stay home this time when Bucky leaves for the club, pretending not to look real cozy with each other as Bucky leaves. They might both be smart, sometimes too smart, but Bucky isn't blind. Seems like both he and Stevie like a little danger in their women, he just hopes that they both know what they're doing.
The club is packed again that night, and Bucky thinks for half a second that Judy Garland might be hanging around. It's his only explanation for the squealing line of girls and their dates spreading on down the sidewalk. He skips the wait, and heads straight for the door. The same bodyguard as the night before -acting as a bouncer for the crowds- tries to stop him, but before he can even put a hand on Bucky's shoulder, recognition spreads across his face like wildfire. With a clearing of his throat, the bodyguard let's him pass without question, and Bucky slaps a dollar in his palm for his troubles. It's condescending, he knows it, but it's also good knowing that he at least has a little pull with Scott Argent's army of twats. He lights up a cigarette as soon as he walks into the club, the smell of smoke already swirling around his head. He stuffs the engraved lighter into the pocket of his grey slacks, and straightens his black tie as he moves towards the bar.
"Can I get an old fashioned. Rye." Bucky asks the bartender, the same one who kept an eye on him the night before. He doesn't look too pleased to see him, but Bucky slaps on a smile nonetheless.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 17:45:24 GMT -7
Tessa pretty much grabs the bottle from behind the bar and keeps pouring the drinks into her glass. She wasn't really in the best mood tonight and would rather stay at home but here she was sat at the bar in the second least favourite place right now. Johnny tries talking to him and she waves him off, not wanting anyone to know that her father had slapped her. Although she couldn't help but wonder what the reaction would be. Would they believe her if she told them? If she went to the cops would they believe her knowing that he had some pull with them? Well she knew that one of them would believe her.
Johnny walks away from Tessa, that worried look back in his eyes, and down the bar to the next customer. She follows him and then sees the guy from the night before and she groans under her breath. This was the last thing she wanted right now. Tessa glances up towards the balcony and finds that her father isn't there. No, but he's probably making sure that her and him, the guy from the night before, doesn't come face to face ever again especially after his threat last night. At that thought she feels the sting in her face once more.
Tessa turns in her seat and looks down at him, if she said it loud enough he should just about make out what she was saying. "Do you really like this place?" she said with a raised eyebrow "Because I'm sure that I made my intentions clear that we wouldn't see each other again." He had been the one to kiss her before he pretty much jumped out of her window. Tessa had been happy with never seeing him again. She glances up towards the balcony once more. Still no Scott. Good. That bastard needed to stay away from her or she would actually throw a glass at him for even talking to her.
Although that had been one thing that never happened this morning. She was sure that if he spoke to her then she wouldn't say anything back, it's unfortunate that she still lived with him but she hoped it wouldn't be for much longer. Maybe she could get her own place and get away from the evil man known as her father. Even if her father wouldn't ever lay one finger on her. His business destroyed everything that she loved. Her mother, her brother. They were both gone and she was still stuck here trying to make sure that she doesn't end up doing something stupid to herself.
But at least she got free booze. That's all that really mattered right now. Free drink and making sure that she doesn't remember this night.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 18:04:55 GMT -7
The bartender is just topping his drink off with a cherry when Bucky hears someone calling to him. He turns his head and lifts a brow, blue eyes finding Tessa just a little ways down the bar; a bottle and a glass right within reach. A small crease forms between his brows at the sight, but a smile tugs at a corner of his mouth nonetheless. She seems far from the good mood he left in her last night, and it surprises him a little. He's not too full of himself to admit that morning afters aren't always a loveable affair, and quite usually if he does stumble back on the same path as a girl he's slept with and left they're not in the cheeriest of moods. But she looks absolutely downtrodden, and absolutely gorgeous, and it's a combination he thought only existed in movies.
He pulls his Lucky Strike from his mouth and leans an elbow onto the bar, keeping the distance between them. "I was looking for my hat." He replies, calling back to her. "Seems I accidentally left it somewhere." Bucky knows precisely where he left it. Well, mostly. He knows it never made it passed the stairs in her building, and that it never made it home with him either.
Bucky reaches for his drink and swirls the contents of the glass around in a slow circle before taking a long sip; his eyes remaining focused on her. It's strong, despite the sweetness of the cherry and the orange slice, but it goes down easy enough.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 18:21:17 GMT -7
His eyes settle on her and he's got that smug smile on his lips once more. She rolled her eyes at that, especially when it was that damn smile that had got her in to trouble the night before. Even if she shouldn't really be blaming it all on him. She had a huge part to play in it too.
Tessa looks down at her glass when he starts speaking to her and she feels her cheek sting once more at the thought of the hat that had sent her father on a path that she couldn't ever forgive him for. Even if there was a lot of stuff that she couldn't ever forgive her father for doing. She moves the back of her hand over her bruised cheek and winced slightly at the thought of it and she gripped her glass a little bit too tight. "I chucked it away" she huffed out and kept her eyes away from him.
That wasn't actually the truth, it was still sitting on her vanity table back at the house, her father hadn't bothered with her since the night before so it didn't really matter that the hat was still in her room or not. Tessa pulled her lip in between her teeth before she finished up the drink and went to pour some more alcohol into the glass but found that the bottle was empty and a deep frown pulled at her lips.
Oh well, maybe she had had enough to drink. Tessa moved off her stool and her heeled left foot gave out underneath her and she laughed. Of all the stuff that had happened to her, the thought that she had maybe broken her shoes was funny to her. Might be down to the fact that it was just something simple.
Tessa managed to stand up straight without the help of anyone before she cleared her throat and grabbed her purse off the bar, maybe she needed to find her own corner and sit in it away from the gaze of anyone else. And maybe she just needed to sit away from the bar so that she didn't end up pouring more drink down her throat and making the night that much more worse.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 18:43:25 GMT -7
Bucky's brows bounce upwards at her response, and he sets his glass back down onto the bar. He isn't sure if he should laugh at that or not, but her expression seems serious enough to make him think she's telling the truth. He rolls his jaw a little, his mind stumbling to come up with a response to that. Last night, he thought he had this cat in the bag. She liked him. She liked him a lot, even for a one night stand. But now she's treating him like he's lower than dirt.
Honestly, it sounds about accurate.
He taps his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray and scoffs a little under his breath, finally looking away. He shakes his head a little, but another smile stretches it's way across his mouth. "Shit." He murmurs to himself, placing the smoke to his mouth. It's just like him to screw things up right off the bat. He guesses that now they'll have to find another way to persuade Scotty-boy, and it isn't going to rely on his charm or dancing skills. Tessa stumbles, and Bucky catches enough of it out of the corner of his eye to pull him straight from his thoughts. He turns his gaze back to her, the smile fading. She laughs, but it isn't necessarily a happy laugh. Before he could even think to help her back to her feet, she's standing just fine, looking like she needs to get the hell out of this bar. Bucky ditches his cigarette in the ashtray and moves away from the bar towards her.
"You alright, Tess?" He asks, genuinely concerned, and places a hand on her elbow. She's drunk, or at least very close to being drunk, and he didn't have to see her empty bottle to know that.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 19:03:55 GMT -7
Tessa looks up when he comes over to her and he asks her if she's alright. His hand goes to her elbow and she looks him over his face before letting a smile pull at her lips. "I'm absolutely fine" she nodded once and then put her purse straps over her wrist. Unlike the night before, her black hair was falling around her shoulders and her silver dress, this time, had no sleeves. The straps going from front to back and showing off skin. She was pretty sure that she picked it to prove that she wasn't going to do what her father said anymore.
She could still hear his threats against him and she swallowed hard and glanced in the direction of the balcony. For some reason she just imagined Scott standing there and watching them with murder in his eyes especially after what he had said the night before but thankfully he's not there. Tessa drops her eyes back to Bucky and then she leans in close and whispers in his ear, "I never did get your name" she then pulls back and smiles softly.
If it was anyone else they would've made sure that they stayed away from him on the grounds that the last thing he needed was for her father to kill him but that's what made him even more appealing because her father hated him so much. If he wanted to hurt her again then she knew he could do much worse than slapping her but right now she was willing to keep him around just to stick it to her father. She was putting his life in danger, that she knew, but that's what made her even more determined to bring him closer. To parade him in front of her father. To prove to him that his threats were nothing to her. If he wanted to do his worse then she would happily let him.
A grin pulled at her lips and she kept her eyes on him before she put her purse back on the bar, maybe staying here for a little bit longer would be fine. Even if she knew that more alcohol was definitely out of the question. None of them would serve her now that she was way over her limit.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 19:25:59 GMT -7
She's smiling, and Bucky thinks that maybe there's hope after all. Tessa looks lucid enough that he doesn't feel the need to call her a cab and get her home, but she's by no means sober. Within with his light hold on her elbow, she seems a little wobbly. Her gaze continues to flick away from him, seeking out something across the club, and for a short second Bucky follows her line of sight. His searching eyes find a balcony over the jazz band's stage that he never noticed before. It's dark up there, and he sees nothing but the bannister and the wall beyond. Bucky thinks he can just make out the shape of a door, hidden in the shadows of the corner. He wonders if that's the owner's post. A place for him to survey his kingdom.
What a pretentious prick.
Tessa's whisper brings Bucky's attention back to her, and he smiles at her sudden interest. Last night, names hadn't mattered in the slightest. They'd been far too interested in getting each other undressed to worry about names. He's sure he wouldn't have even learned hers if it wasn't for Peggy introducing herself. He hadn't minded. It left more opportunities for questions later.
"I guess you never did." He replies, a little deviously. "Most people call me James." He introduces himself, finally. He leans passed her to pick up his drink once more, which the bartender rather dubiously slid down towards him, and as he pulls back, he tells her in a hushed voice in her ear, "But you can call me Bucky."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 19:44:05 GMT -7
Tessa liked the name James. But it just seemed so... strange for bodyguards to just have normal names. Maybe that was her way of thinking of it but she guessed that even bodyguards had normal names like Steve or James. He then leaned passed her and picked up his drink before he whispers back in her own ear.
Bucky. Now that suited him better than knowing his name was James. Tessa leaned up against the bar and watched as he took a drink from the glass that she guessed Johnny had served him. That man always had the same soured look on his face whenever a man paid her attention and she hadn't missed the way that he looked at Bucky when he served him not long ago.
Seriously what was wrong with the guy?
Names hadn't been important last night especially when she had been so determined that it had only been a one night stand just like most things lately. The thing is that she couldn't afford to get attached to anyone. Most men her father saw was a threat to whatever it was that he actually did. She would rather spend the night with them and leave in the morning just so that they could have something with her for one night. Bucky however had caught her eye because of the fact that her father hated him straight away. He had hated the way that Bucky had looked at his daughter, and mostly because he was Peggy Carter's bodyguard and he had never seen him hate a woman so much as he did her. She had balls, she had to admit that.
"I might just call you Bucky loads of times" she said in a tease before letting a grin pull at her lips once more. Oh, she was definitely going to call him Bucky in every place possible. One thing Scott should learn about daughters, or sons really, if you tell them to stay away from something or someone, they're not going to listen. They are going to just go back out there and do it again and again because they know just how much their parent hates it.
He shouldn't have threatened her to stay away from Bucky because even more so now, there was no way in hell that was going to happen. So Scott could go and screw himself for all that she cared.
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Post by Ray on Aug 5, 2015 19:59:15 GMT -7
Tessa grins the same way she did the night before. Whatever was bothering her when he walked in seemed to have slipped her mind, or maybe she was just planning on using him to make it go away. Either way, it doesn't cause Bucky any distress knowing that he is as useful to her as she is to him. He'd like to keep it this way; full of teases and close encounters and breathless whispers in each others ear. He doesn't care if it's just sex and pillow talk as long as it gets them both what they want. And after last night, Bucky knows that there's plenty that he could want from her. She's got legs for miles and skin softer than his silk ties, and it's no wonder that the bartender keeps looking at him like that.
"I'd like that," Bucky admits around a small, sly smile. He's sure he could get her to say his name in a hundred different ways. And maybe say a few other things too. "Even if you did trash my hat." He teases, cocking his head slightly to the side. But he's not all that bothered. He'd been stupid to leave it behind, and he can always buy another one if he really needed to.
Money was no issue these days. Even on a piss-poor Army pension.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Aug 5, 2015 20:15:28 GMT -7
Tessa laughs when he says about his hat, she looks away with the grin on her lips still before she brought her brown eyes to look over at him. "Yeah, about that hat" she admitted and then shrugged up a shoulder. "It's actually still on my vanity at home" she nodded before looking down at the floor.
She had been determined that Bucky wouldn't find out that the damn hat was still sitting on her vanity back in her room. It had been the source of her father going insane at her. He had thrown it at her as if it was something disgusting and then slapped her for what she had said.
In honesty Tessa had tried to get rid of the damn thing. But each time she found herself stopping and putting it on her vanity before picking it up and holding it over the trash can once more. In the end she just decided to put it back on the vanity and it had been left there since she had come out for the club. That had been a while ago. So unless her father had popped back home and destroyed the thing, it should still be in front of the mirror.
"If you want it then we can go back and get it, it might complete your outfit" she said and looked him up and down. Tessa definitely liked what she was looking at. She had liked it the night before too. Liked how his tongue teased her in the right places, how he ran his hands up and down her. There was just so many things he done to her the night before that she liked and could easily go back for more, hell she probably was by inviting him back to get his hat.
"Unless of course you just want to drink that shitty stuff and talk in rhymes" she said and watched him with a smile. Maybe using him for the second night was a little bit too much but if it caused her to forget what happened with her father the night before then she would definitely be happy.
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