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Luke's
Nov 26, 2016 21:17:44 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 26, 2016 21:17:44 GMT -7
"That is the third time you have won!" gasped Teresa as she looked over at Hunter. He seemed so fucking smug over the fact that he had won another game of darts. In fact he gave her that grin that he would use on Emily everytime he wanted something done for him. Teresa wanted to smack that look right off his smug British fucking face. But she sighed and grabbed her glass from the table that they were by and took another drink.
"I can't help the fact that I am just that good" he said and shrugged up a shoulder and then handed the darts over to Fitz who gave a scoff and then threw them at the board. This seemed to be a regular thing lately. They would hang out at the bar and then just head their own separate ways. But it seemed like tonight was different. It seemed like they all had a score to settle and they weren't leaving til it was actually settled, which by the way was completely fine with him. It meant that he could kick their asses again and again. He wasn't going to let up on his fellow Brits. Where was the fun in that?
"Oh, Fitz" Jemma said as he lost another round. She then looked over at Teresa who was grimacing at this whole thing. Because it meant that she had to do the bet that Hunter had set them. Something about cleaning the Bus from top to bottom. Emily would love that, Hunter giving out rules, but it also meant that she would have to clean up the lab and Simmons wasn't sure if she was going to like that because it meant putting things away and when someone done that they couldn't find anything.
"I fucking hate this game" Teresa grumbled and finished up her drink. She was going to need another one before she even got onto the subject of her bet. In fact she hated Hunter more than anything. It seemed like Darts was the one thing he couldn't actually lose. Even if he had lost Emily. She smirked at that before clearing her throat. No amount of sarcastic comments was going to put her in a good mood to actually celebrate her losing. "I need another drink, anyone else?" she asked around the group. Fitz and Hunter wanted another one but Simmons was still on her drink. Teresa nodded and then moved towards the bar. The bartender came over and she smiled slightly. "Three beers please and maybe if you have it some cyanide" she said in a joking matter. But if it meant winning against Hunter then she would do anything.
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Luke's
Nov 26, 2016 21:50:17 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 26, 2016 21:50:17 GMT -7
The bar sits on the corner of an unimpressive block in the Bronx, surrounded on all sides by tall, identical brick buildings locked up for the night. On this side of town, Luke's is all there is for a quick drink passed ten o'clock. Calling it a dive would be insulting, but compared to the shiny clubs of Manhattan or the faux-rustic hipster pubs in Brooklyn, it's not necessary the nicest bar in New York. The jukebox plays old blues intermixed with classic rock -- the good kind -- and the walls are covered in post cards and memorabilia from a different time. It's one good trait, besides cheap liquor and the friendly atmosphere, is how clean the place is. Bars are inherently grimy and beer-soaked, but not Luke's. It's spotless.
Luke takes a lot of pride in that.
"Beer I can do," he says as the dark-haired woman comes sulking to the counter. "Cyanide is a little too fancy for this place." He smiles at her, the same kind of flirtatious smile that gets him tips and repeat service, and pulls three beers from the ice chest. Her and her group have become somewhat regulars over the last week or so, a title usually reserved for the lonely hearts who can only get a date with a double of whiskey. He's not complaining. The business is nice, and none of them have thrown up on his floor (yet), but a couple of polished white kids walking into a bar in the Bronx doesn't happen often.
But he's been learning to live with surprises.
The bell over the door chimes as it opens as Luke pops the tops off of the bottles, drawing his attention. "You're late." He calls out, setting the beers on the counter for the customer, but keeping his eyes trained on the newcomer.
She shoves the hood of her leather jacket off of her head, revealing a cascade of long, thick, wavy blonde hair around a pale face and ice blue eyes. She looks at him with an unafraid and unamused expression, and tugs her gloves off of her hands with her teeth. With almost no effort, she ducks underneath the bar to come to his side, and slaps the gloves down onto the counter-top. "You seem to be doing fine without me." Her accent isn't thick, but it's still there underneath the New Yorker-facade. Luke arches a brow at her, and she smiles sarcastically as she unravels the scarf from around her neck.
"You're lucky you're cute enough to bring in customers, Asya." He replies, clucking his tongue and grabbing her gloves off of the counter to toss elsewhere.
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Luke's
Nov 26, 2016 22:10:41 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 26, 2016 22:10:41 GMT -7
Teresa couldn't help but give a soft laugh before nodding slightly. She would take that. The cyanide was for Hunter, but she was sure she could actually use the ICER, Emily would never know until the morning when he didn't turn up for work. But that would give them all a day away from him. Emily would probably praise her in the end. There was noise like a groan from her Scottish friend and then a laugh from Hunter. She moved her eyes over towards the group and scoffed. Of course he was kicking everyone's ass. This guy was the best player of darts on the team, or maybe at the moment he was the best player.
A noise cleared her thoughts and she heard the guy behind the bar, Luke, call out and she moved her eyes away from him, away from the group and in the direction that Luke was looking and she saw in time as the person removed the hood of the jacket that she was wearing and underneath it there was an attractive girl. Teresa bit down on her lip and then watched as she moved under the bar and then cleared her throat softly. There just seemed to be something familiar about this girl and yet she had never seen her before in her life. Maybe she was just putting something into nothing and even she knew that was bad.
"Yeah, he's keeping my group in check" she said as a joke and then cleared her throat. That was probably the worst thing she could actually say when she wasn't even in this conversation but when she listened to Hunter for the passed half hour, even she needed some sort of normal conversation and how normal was it of a boss telling his employee that she was late. Teresa gave a slight smile when Luke said about the whole cute thing and she looked down to the bar and bit down on her lip slightly before looking back up at the two behind the bar.
Teresa reached into her pocket and grabbed the money out and put it onto the bar. "Thanks for the drinks, Luke" she said softly and grabbed the bottles from the bar. Her dark eyes settled on the blonde for a moment and she gave another smile before walking back over to the group of friends that were now working out who was doing what when it came to the Bus. "Drinks" she said and then put the bottles down onto the table. Going for hers instantly and taking a large drink of it.
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Luke's
Nov 26, 2016 22:46:20 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 26, 2016 22:46:20 GMT -7
"I'm sure he is." Asya replies to the dark-haired woman's comment, glancing briefly in her direction. But even with a couple beers and a handful of darts, her group doesn't seem all too hard to maintain. Especially not for Luke. His size alone is enough to stop most arguments among more heated men, but it's his strength that remains the key deterrent. No one wants to mess with a guy who can lift a full keg over his head without breaking a sweat.
"Let me know when you want refills." Luke says with another smile, tapping the bar with a light palm. The girl returns to her group, and Luke slowly drops the endearing attitude. "When you're late I start to think you found trouble." He chastises, turning on Asya with a calm sort of disapproval, and crosses his arms over his broad chest. She shrugs out of her leather jacket and rolls her eyes, revealing the grey tank-top underneath and her bare, muscled arms. "And your kind of trouble never brings anything good."
"I took care of errands." Asya sighs, tossing her jacket over a bar stool behind the bar where her gloves already lay.
"Uh-huh." Luke replies, unconvinced.
He knows her a little too well, and not well enough all at the same time, and sometimes it's disconcerting. Asya never asked for a job at Luke's bar, or even someone with a Good-Samaritan complex to question her choices in life, but by complete accident she somehow ended up with both. It helps pay rent, helps keep her other watchful figure from worrying in ways he has no right to, but Asya doesn't like being treated like an ill-behaved child. And Luke does that without even meaning to. He means well, she knows he does, but Asya has a long list of reasons why she doesn't like having her every move monitored.
It's why she came to New York in the first place. To get lost in the commotion.
Asya doesn't respond, doesn't find any reason to, and instead ducks back under the bar to collect glasses from empty tables.
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Luke's
Nov 26, 2016 23:03:44 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 26, 2016 23:03:44 GMT -7
The group, apart from Teresa, settled at the table. She decided she wanted to try her hand at getting the darts in the right places but she knew that she would never be able to win against Hunter no matter what she done. The others were talking and she kept hitting the board but it seemed like she never really had the right amount of points no matter what. Teresa was convinced that Hunter was cheating, if anyone could actually cheat at darts of course. She didn't know, the only thing Teresa knew was that she hated this game. Hitting any target with an arrow, easy, but getting a dart in the right places was so damn hard. Archery she had been doing for a very long time, hell she could even do it with her eyes closed, but this... No this was hell.
"So, what you say Atwood?" Hunter's voice cut across her thoughts and he watched as she turned, her dark hair spinning around behind her so fast that it was like she had turned at speed. There was a smell of lavender and it made Hunter smile slightly.
"About?" she asked with a raised eyebrow before moving over to the board once more and grabbing the darts out and moving back afterwards, her brown eyes on he others before she turned back to the board and started hitting it once more.
"About your bet, what you going to be cleaning?" he asked and then smirked slightly.
Teresa sighed under her breath. She knew the plane inside out by now and knew what would probably be easier for her to actually clean. "I'll take upstairs and anyway, does Emily know you're handing out jobs?" she had her back to the others. There was a grunted reply and she scoffed before turning her head slightly. "I thought not and this doesn't mean you're getting out of doing your share, you know we have to keep the place spotless" she said and then turned so that she was watching the others.
It was Jemma then realised that Teresa didn't have the gloves on that she made her. "You know I made them so that they could protect you" she said and then pointed, lazily Teresa might notice, towards Teresa's hands. The dark haired woman looked down at her hands and then gave a slight wave.
"I'm perfectly fine, nothing has happened all night" she said and shrugged up a shoulder. Teresa tightened her fists just to prove a point and the bar started to shake. She quickly unclenched her fists and gave a cheeky smile. "Oops" she said and wasn't deaf to the sound of glasses smashing onto the floor. "I should probably offer to help clean it up"
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Luke's
Nov 26, 2016 23:24:39 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 26, 2016 23:24:39 GMT -7
She tunes out the conversations and the lilting music from the jukebox as she grabs glasses and beer bottles scattered throughout the bar, collecting them in a plastic tub. After so many years living on the streets, doing shit jobs for shit pay, Asya learned how to switch the world -- and her own thoughts -- off. Some days, it's the only way to survive meaningless tasks or the yelled abuse from people who never quite grasped the idea of manners. Right now, it's the only way to ignore Luke's disapproving glances in her direction.
But the bar suddenly quakes beneath her feet, making the floorboards groan and the glasses dance across the tabletops. She switches herself back to reality, her dark brows furrowing close as the tremor continues for one more long second. With quick reflexes, she manages to catch a beer bottle before it tips over the edge, but a scotch glass two feet away isn't so lucky. It drops to the floor as the last quake ceases, and shatters into a hundred different slivers.
"Der'mo." Asya sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly. She tosses the beer bottle into the bin as scattered patrons at Luke's mumble and mutter concerns, and steps towards the mess left behind. Glass crunches underneath her dusty boots.
"What was that?" She hears one of the older men hiss to Luke, who's cleaning up a lost bottle of vodka.
"No idea." Luke replies, dropping glass into a trash can. "Another fight in Central Park probably."
"Christ. Supers at it again."
Asya rolls her eyes and squats down to pick up glass with her bare fingers, not caring about the possibility of cutting herself.
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Luke's
Nov 26, 2016 23:39:42 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 26, 2016 23:39:42 GMT -7
Teresa looks around and sees that it looks like the bottles are okay but she moves over and helps the blonde haired girl pick up the glass. "Here, let me help you" she said softly before looking back down at the broken glass. She was usually careful, the gloves that Jemma had made her really did help dull this ability but tonight she wasn't wearing them and it seemed like the power had zoomed up a little. Her dark hair fell around her face as she had her eyes down on the glass. "I'm sure you're used to the tremors, right?" she asked after a moment and her dark eyes came up and looked at the blonde haired girl.
There was just something about her, she looked so damn familiar and she knew she had seen the face before but not knowing where was really starting to get on her nerves. Teresa realised that she had been staring and was about to drop her eyes back down to the floor when she felt a sharp pain in her hand and dropped the glass and as she did the room shook once more. "Goddammit" she huffed out and then looked down at her hand. The one thing she didn't do with the ability that she had was self-heal. That would be pretty awesome but it would also be very weird to witness. She had a small cut on her finger and she put it to her mouth before looking up at Asya. "I'm sorry that I'm making such a mess" she said around a finger in her mouth.
Teresa was pretty sure that she was an idiot. She really did need to have a day off away from the others because she was coming down to their levels and that wasn't very good especially when she was sure that she had just hit Hunter's level. She sighed and then moved her finger from her mouth but kept her eyes on Asya. "I'm Teresa by the way" she said with a soft smile before looking back down at her finger. It would heal in a few days and she went back to picking the glass up and this time actually not cutting her finger. Which was a miracle if she was being honest. She was about to say something else but then Jemma came to her side.
"Maybe we should head out, Teresa" she said and then coming down to Teresa's level so that she could see that she meant she would have to leave with them. Teresa had already done enough damage on the first quake and now she had done more on the second. It was time to go before anyone found out what had really happened. That it wasn't people fighting in the park. That the culprit was right here in the bar.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 0:09:25 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 0:09:25 GMT -7
Asya pauses when she hears the voice of the woman from the bar, her blue eyes looking up just in time to watch as the stranger knelt down to help. Usually she gets these sort of offers from men drunk enough to try their luck at getting in her pants. They always start out nice, all sloppy smiles and slurred sweethearts until they realize she wants nothing to do with them. She's broken more fingers and wrists than she'd care to admit. But this girl genuinely wants to help, so Asya bites her tongue to keep from telling her off. Luke would get angry if she did. So, instead, she pushes a lock of her dyed-blonde hair behind her ear, and looks back down to the glass.
"I am," she admits, dumping the pieces of glass into the plastic bin to take care of later. Between Luke's impenetrable skin and Asya's ability to heal within seconds, no one is really worried about the dangers of glass. "But not in New York." Growing up in Eastern Europe meant growing up around plenty of distant explosions and having to ride out the aftershocks. The Ukraine was the worst for it. Their conflict with Russia has gone on much longer than U.S. news would like to admit. But since moving to New York, all she's experienced is police sirens and distant gunfire, both of which she could sleep through if a nagging, primal fear didn't drag her back into fight or flight mode.
She becomes acutely aware of the woman's staring, and Asya glances upwards just in time for the girl to quickly look away like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Her human skin meets the sharp end of a shard in the few seconds her concentration was broken, and blood immediately pools at the girl's wound. Almost right on cue, another tremor shakes the bar, this one more abrupt. Asya reaches out to grab onto a chair leg to steady herself in surprise, but it only lasts a few seconds before the bar and its occupants are still once more. A bottle narrowly falls off the shelf, but Luke catches it quickly with a huff and an exasperated gasp from the old man sitting at the bar whose equilibrium seems completely off kilter by the mini quakes.
But Asya's blue eyes never leave the woman's face, a small line of curiosity forming a crease between her brows. The girl apologizes, despite being the one hurt, and a small question begins to form at the back of Asya's mind.
"Asya." She replies, lowering her hand to slowly pick up a few more shards of glass.
They're interrupted by Teresa's friend, and Asya finally lowers her gaze away to pick up the last few pieces, ignoring the small slices on her own fingertips.
"Thank you for the help." Asya comments, rising to her feet and picking up the full tray with ease.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 0:27:43 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 0:27:43 GMT -7
Teresa pushes her eyebrows together and she watches Simmons who was determined that she was going to be leaving with them but she slowly moved her eyes back to the girl when she catches her name. A smile pulls at her lips and she couldn't help but give a slight movement of her head to indicate that she was more than happy too. She watched as Asya stood up and gave her another smile. "Anything I could do to help" she admitted before standing up herself. She looked down at the tray before clearing her throat.
Maybe Simmons was right, they should go before she does more damage. "It was nice to meet you" she said softly and then pulled her lip in between her teeth. Teresa turned away slightly before looking back. "I'm sorry about the mess, sadly when things like this happen, there is a mess to clean up after" she couldn't count how many things she had broken over the last couple months. Maybe she really did need to wear those gloves, it would stop things like this from happening. Teresa was going to say something else but it was probably best to leave it like that. She gave Asya another smile before walking back towards the table with Simmons who had now stood up straight.
"It's time to go" Simmons announced to the rest of the group and they knocked back as much as they could drink, Teresa included. It might look strange but really they just needed to get Teresa away from what had happened tonight. SHIELD didn't know about what had happened in Puerto Rico and they weren't going to find out any soon as long as the team kept what had happened under wraps. It went against everything she believed in but they couldn't let Teresa be locked up and have other members of SHIELD poking and prodding her to see what parts activated her new abilities. No, they didn't know and they were going to keep it like that as long as they kept things like this under wraps.
Teresa put some money down on the table and she was sure she was going to be marched out of the bar and as they walked towards the door she looked back at Asya and she pushed her eyebrows together. She knew there was something familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. But her features became relaxed and she gave a smile and a wink of her eyes before looking back towards the door again, her dark hair flying around as she turned her head to the front.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 0:51:07 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 0:51:07 GMT -7
Asya balances the bin on her hip, continuing her rounds around the bar for glasses and bottles, but this time more slowly. Most of the other patrons had disappeared in between the quakes, deciding to test their luck out on the street rather than in the confines of a bar, making cleaning up an even bigger job now. But her blue eyes remain fixed on the dark-haired girl -- Teresa -- as she and her friends finish her drinks, lay down their money, and make for the door. But at the last second, right before they disappear, Teresa looks back at her and gives a small wink.
"What was that about?" Luke asks when Asya returns to the bar with the bin. She sets it down, and Luke immediately slides it to his side and places it beside the deep sink.
"Like you said," Asya replies, hopping onto a bar stool. "Fight in Central Park."
"Not that." Luke sighs, placing both of his palms face down on the bar. "The girl." Asya leans forward to steal a cherry from the jar beneath the counter, and pops it into her mouth. Her blue eyes drift back to the door, now closed and standing still. Truth is, she has no idea. Most people are easy to read because they're simple. The most complex things in their lives are normal decisions that Asya has never had to make, but seen plenty attempt. Issues of marriage and career and meaning. Everyone always wants to mean something to someone. But with a friend who reeked of military even from afar, and a friend who seemed eager to rush her out of this bar, Teresa seemed a little more...complicated than everyone else drowning in whiskey. Asya has had to deal with far too many complications. She isn't sure if she needs any more.
After a moment, she shrugs. "She was flirting."
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 13:41:37 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 13:41:37 GMT -7
Teresa sighed and then she looked over at Jemma after they came out of the bar "What was that for?" she asked and raised an eyebrow. Never had she been ushered out of a bar so quickly that she was pretty much picked up by the arms and carried out of the bar. It was cold, there was no doubt about that. It was getting colder as the night went on. She pulled the jacket around her a little more and crossed her arms over her chest. Maybe she needed a bit more of a jacket coming out on nights like this.
"You were showing off your abilities to a whole bar" she huffed out but continued to walk. The others keeping back a little because they knew when a female was angry they kept out the way as they were usually the ones in line for something next. Teresa was right beside her anyway. That's who she was really talking too.
"Yes, mom" Teresa said and rolled her eyes but continued to walk with her anyway. It was probably better to keep up with her as she didn't want to be on the other end of a very angry Jemma Simmons. But home was definitely on her agenda right now. Home and bed. It had been a long week and being on the Bus meant that they were going long distances when it came to the missions that people were sending them on. She huffed out a breath and put her hands into her pockets to keep her hands warm.
- A week and a half later-
It had been a very busy week and a half. They had been pretty much all over the globe when it came to missions. Things seemed to be happening more and more but Teresa was really too tired to even comment on the fact. But the next mission they had were pretty much close to home and in the streets of New York City. That was the last thing that everyone needed or at least their team needed. In fact she was sure that Emily had come up with the comment of Who do they thing we are? The Ghostbusters? but they ended up doing the mission anyway. But sometimes she found herself thinking about the bar and the girl that worked there. Teresa was still so adamant that she knew the face because it was nagging at her but she couldn't think of who it actually reminded her of.
The mission was actually tougher than the rest but what was the worst thing was that she ended up being hurt but she got separated from her group and she wasn't sure where they were and she was bleeding pretty badly. There was no way she could get back to HQ and the others, she wasn't sure where they were but she couldn't stay around. There was only one person she knew she could go to that wouldn't ask any questions, or at least she hoped not, and would help her, again she really hoped. Because if not then she was going to pretty much bleed to death.
Teresa, slowly, made her way in the direction of the Bronx and towards the bar that she had been at a week or so before and to the girl that she had met that time too. She wasn't sure if she could trust her fully but she needed somewhere to go and someone to help her out.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 14:20:21 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 14:20:21 GMT -7
They closed early that night -- rows of empty bar-stools and empty tables making the midnight grind pointless. Not many people make the journey out of their apartments this late in the year through rain or snow or cold winds for a drink, when they can buy in bulk and drink straight from the bottle in the comfort of their own pajamas. Asya can't blame them. Before stumbling into Luke's, her main bartender of choice was the old man who owns the mini market just a block away from her small apartment. He always gives her good deals on whiskey and sneaks a miniature bottle of rum into the bag just for her. If Luke wasn't letting her drink for free, and sneaking himself into her apartment every so often, she'd still be taking advantage of that old man's good charity.
Maybe he knows a lost cause when he sees one.
But tonight Asya is alone. Luke left some twenty minutes ago, leaving the last few chores for Asya to take care of. She doesn't mind. Truth be told, kicking the jukebox into submission and wiping down tables is a lot nicer than listening to the train roar passed her window all night, rattling everything from the walls to her teeth. The bar is warm and quiet and always stocked with better liquor than she can afford.
And no one besides Luke knows she's here.
She hops onto the bar, and swings herself over to the other side where the spirits wait for her, ripe for picking. She slaps down the rag onto the counter, and grabs a hold of a bottle of brandy. She sets a glass down, twists the top off of the bottle, and pours herself a nice full drink. "Bozhe, khrani ameriku." Asya murmurs to herself.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 14:34:21 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 14:34:21 GMT -7
Teresa moved along the street, her hand on her side as she moved her way towards the bar. She was sure that it was here somewhere. In fact she was sure that she was even going in the right direction. It was dark and everything seemed very disorientating but she needed to make it to the bar before everything went dark. She pushed herself to walk. Because of the fact that she needed to get cleaned up and back out to see if she could find her friends. They were still there somewhere but she hoped they hadn't left without her.
She didn't know what had happened, everything went bad quickly and she was then on her own. It was strange and she was tired and wanted to give up but she needed to make it to the bar.
Teresa turned a corner and finally found the place that she was looking for. The lights were still on and she gave a sigh of relief which at the moment was the wrong thing she could even do. She stopped and moved her hand from her side, there was blood and it was sticky and horrible but there definitely was a lot of it. She put her hand back against the wound and moved towards the bar. The lights were on and there was someone there and for that she was really thankful. When she was outside the bar she tried the door and found that it was locked. "Goddammit" she muttered under her breath and then lifted her other hand and banged on the door. "Please, help" she called through the door and looked around behind her to make sure that no one else was watching her because she really didn't need anyone else helping her.
"Luke... Asya" she called and started banging on the door once more. There was no way in hell that she would be able to walk much further, she couldn't go anywhere else and she knew that this place would be safe for her. Teresa wasn't sure how she knew it but something told her that she would be safe here.
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 15:04:18 GMT -7
Post by Ray on Nov 27, 2016 15:04:18 GMT -7
Asya is just lifting the glass to her lips, the strong scent of brandy filling her nostrils, when a loud banging sounds at the door. She pauses and furrows her brows, all hopes of a quiet evening dashed. "Konechno." She huffs, setting the glass down with a little more force than intended. Brandy spills out onto the counter top and across the back of her hand.
She rounds the bar to the other side and crosses the short distance to the front door, wiping her hands off on her jeans as she does so. Half of her is tempted to switch off the lights and pretend no one is here, reminded yet again how much Luke likes to avoid trouble finding him or his business. Asya, objectively, would like the same thing. More often than not, getting involved in anyone else's problems means putting herself at risk. America might be a clean slate, no trace of her or her past marking police logs, wanted lists, or the minds of government agencies, but she's not dumb to the possibility of it all following her here. One run-in with police, and she could be fighting for her life yet again. This time, without the benefit of no attachments.
But when she peers out the door, hand hovering over the light switch, a familiar face greets her. She hesitates, for maybe a moment longer than her instincts tell her too, and swears under her breath when she realizes how stupid she's about to be.
With quick fingers, she unlocks the door, and pulls it open.
"We're closed." She huffs, her hand tight on the door, making sure it doesn't move an inch more than she wants. But her eyes drop to the dark spread across the front of her shirt, recognizing blood immediately. "What happened."
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Luke's
Nov 27, 2016 15:15:45 GMT -7
Post by Snowglobe18 on Nov 27, 2016 15:15:45 GMT -7
Teresa was nervous, but at the same time there was something lurking underneath it. Fear? A fear that maybe she wouldn't be able to get into the bar and Teresa wasn't the type to break into anywhere but if need be then she would probably end up doing it and then pay Luke for the damage to his front door. She swallows hard and is pretty sure that the earth is tilting. That she is going to pass out. She blinks her eyes a couple of times to get rid of anything but it just makes it worse.
Her hand moves down the wall by the door to see if there is anything she could hold on to just in case she passes out but there isn't anything. There wasn't anything for her to grab hold of. She clears her throat and is tasting a weird taste in the back of her throat. Teresa wasn't sure if it was a taste of blood but it definitely didn't taste good either.
She looked back at the door when it opened and into the blue eyes of Asya and then is about to plead her case before dropping her eyes down to her shirt. It definitely wasn't red when she put it on this morning but it was now. Then came the second question and she moved her own eyes up to look at her and swallowed hard trying to get rid of the lump in her throat. What could she really tell her? There was something she could say. "We were attacked and.." she stopped for a moment and waited to pass out but when she didn't she continued on with what she was saying. "It was bad, I don't know what happened and I.." she moved her hand from her side and held it up to show Asya. It was covered in blood. "I need help, I can't do it on my own" she admitted and her sight started to swim and she nearly fell forward to Asya.
"It's the only safe place I can think of" she muttered before the world around her went black.
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