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Character: Samson and Martin Gray
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 530
Rating: PG
Prompt: #007 Blood Brothers![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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idyllgirl with love for helping me get past my writer's block. Set during 1980.
Edit: Shit, my dads say 'shit' a lot.
The air was thick with smoke that seemed to cling to everything it touched. The brothers Gray had been chain smoking for over an hour, and their bottle of Bushmill’s was just about empty.
“I’m not bringing them another bottle. The one with the eyebrows gives me the creeps. If they want another, you can take it.” Their waitress glanced over at their table, and then shook her head at the bartender, her ponytail bobbing. “I don’t care how big the tip might be.”
“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. I don’t like them much either. If we’re lucky, they’ll leave when they’re done.” He went back to stocking the bar, trying not to pay attention to the men.
“Here’s to being miserable.” Martin held up his glass, clinking it against Samson’s. “I want out, but she’s so unstable I’m afraid she’ll kill herself.”
“What’d be the problem with that?” Samson asked, downing his drink and licking his lips dry before taking another drag from his cigarette. “You’d be free then. Be glad you don’t have a kid too. Gabriel’s got his fucking fingers in everything. Constantly taking shit apart too. Bought him a train set, and the little fucker took the engine apart to see how it works.”
“We’ve got our lives mixed up. Virginia wants a kid. Every god damn night she goes to church to pray for one, but does she want to have sex? Hell no. I think she expects God to knock her up.” Martin used his dying cigarette to light the next one. “Wish he would.”
“I want to get in my car and drive, Martin. I can’t take this ball and chain shit. She’s beautiful, but she’s such a bitch too. She’s afraid I’ll corrupt Gabriel. I think she’s going to leave me.”
Martin let out a smoke filled snort. “Shit, I wish Virginia would leave me, but divorce is a sin.”
“You could kill her,” Samson said with a bright smile, filled with too many teeth. He wasn’t joking at all. “But I can’t let her leave me. She’s mine. It was better before the kid.”
“If we had one, Virginia would have him to focus on instead of watching me all day and night. I swear if she isn’t at church, she’s hovering over me at the shop while I’m trying to work.” He took the bottle and finished it off filling their glasses one last time. “How much do you want for him, Samson?”
Samson looked up, his dark eyes narrowing over the rim of his glass. “How much? You want to buy Gabriel?”
“Why not? You don’t want him. Virginia needs a kid. You and your wife can be happy, and so can me and mine.” Martin leaned back in the rickety chair and ran his nicotine stained finger over the rim of the glass. “I’ve got a couple grand saved up.”
Samson worried at his lip for a moment, going over the options of what his brother was offering him. His wife would bitch, but he could deal with her. He’d kill her if he had to, and Martin was blood, just like Gabriel. it could work. “Deal.”
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Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 530
Rating: PG
Prompt: #007 Blood Brothers
100_fairytales Notes: For
idyllgirl with love for helping me get past my writer's block. Set during 1980.Edit: Shit, my dads say 'shit' a lot.
The air was thick with smoke that seemed to cling to everything it touched. The brothers Gray had been chain smoking for over an hour, and their bottle of Bushmill’s was just about empty.
“I’m not bringing them another bottle. The one with the eyebrows gives me the creeps. If they want another, you can take it.” Their waitress glanced over at their table, and then shook her head at the bartender, her ponytail bobbing. “I don’t care how big the tip might be.”
“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. I don’t like them much either. If we’re lucky, they’ll leave when they’re done.” He went back to stocking the bar, trying not to pay attention to the men.
“Here’s to being miserable.” Martin held up his glass, clinking it against Samson’s. “I want out, but she’s so unstable I’m afraid she’ll kill herself.”
“What’d be the problem with that?” Samson asked, downing his drink and licking his lips dry before taking another drag from his cigarette. “You’d be free then. Be glad you don’t have a kid too. Gabriel’s got his fucking fingers in everything. Constantly taking shit apart too. Bought him a train set, and the little fucker took the engine apart to see how it works.”
“We’ve got our lives mixed up. Virginia wants a kid. Every god damn night she goes to church to pray for one, but does she want to have sex? Hell no. I think she expects God to knock her up.” Martin used his dying cigarette to light the next one. “Wish he would.”
“I want to get in my car and drive, Martin. I can’t take this ball and chain shit. She’s beautiful, but she’s such a bitch too. She’s afraid I’ll corrupt Gabriel. I think she’s going to leave me.”
Martin let out a smoke filled snort. “Shit, I wish Virginia would leave me, but divorce is a sin.”
“You could kill her,” Samson said with a bright smile, filled with too many teeth. He wasn’t joking at all. “But I can’t let her leave me. She’s mine. It was better before the kid.”
“If we had one, Virginia would have him to focus on instead of watching me all day and night. I swear if she isn’t at church, she’s hovering over me at the shop while I’m trying to work.” He took the bottle and finished it off filling their glasses one last time. “How much do you want for him, Samson?”
Samson looked up, his dark eyes narrowing over the rim of his glass. “How much? You want to buy Gabriel?”
“Why not? You don’t want him. Virginia needs a kid. You and your wife can be happy, and so can me and mine.” Martin leaned back in the rickety chair and ran his nicotine stained finger over the rim of the glass. “I’ve got a couple grand saved up.”
Samson worried at his lip for a moment, going over the options of what his brother was offering him. His wife would bitch, but he could deal with her. He’d kill her if he had to, and Martin was blood, just like Gabriel. it could work. “Deal.”
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