Post by TC Beckwith on Jan 5, 2014 2:39:22 GMT -8
MasonLBrannon: Mason had been out doing his own thing, when he got the call from his brother from another mother. All TC had to do was say where he was at and how much and Mason was there within a half hour. With the bail paid, Mason sat on one of the benches provided, smirking to himself the whole time, wondering what TC did this time and what the damages were. :::
T C Beckwith: TC was pulled out of lockup, and walked, barefoot, to processing. He toed the line, leaned to the counter and signed for his belongings. Taking them, he moved to the benches that lined the wall, and pulled his socks and boots back on. His wallet was checked and shoved into his hip pocket, along with the buck knife he carried, the change that had been in his pocket, the keys to his bike and his jacket. Once he was dressed, he headed out front to where Mason was waiting.
MasonLBrannon: When TC appeared, Mason stood to his full height and was grinning. Obviously amused that TC had gone out and done something to get himself arrested. "So... You start it this time or did they?" he joked. Mason knew how TC was and sometimes the man just needed a fight. It was, as they say, nature of the beast. As for right now, Mason was unaware of anything that had occurred between his best friend, his brother, and the girl that he had taken a liking to. ::
T C Beckwith: "Asshole had it comin'." He dragged his hand through his hair and started for the doors, more than ready to get the fuck out of the place. TC was in a foul temper, still and it showed in his ever mannerism, in his expression, in his very stride as he shoved the doors open and stepped out into the winter cold.
MasonLBrannon: Mason watched as TC headed out first and yeah.. he could tell something was wrong. He'd known him long enough to pick up on things here and there. Broaching the subject was another matter all in itself. "Wanna tell me what happened?" he asked. Mason meant fight wise, but then again... it was a rather vague question so it could have meant anything. :::
T C Beckwith: "Some smarmy little bastard of a yuppie with the manners of a goat is what happened. Drunk ass idjit spills his fruity drink on me, then has the balls to get pissed because it's gone. Blamed me because I was wearing it, so I told him to suck his buddy's dick and maybe he'd buy him a new one."
MasonLBrannon: Mason licked his lips and a hand lifted to hide the smile that creased his lips. It was funny, but it wasn't. If the shoe was on the other foot, TC would be doing the same thing as Mason right now. "Well, just means another point for you. You got one up on me." he replied. So I had to take a cab. Didn't think you wanted to hug up to me on the bike. And I know not to drive yours." He paused a moment. "Could call Abby, since she's got the truck." Unaware of course that Abby wasn't at home. Or... at their home at least. And that there was no sharing of the truck. :::
T C Beckwith: "Bike's at the bar, Abby's gone." And that was all he had to say about that. He looked back at Mason. "Cab drop you off, or we gotta call another one?"
MasonLBrannon: Mason paused in his steps. "Whatta mean she's gone? And I can get us one to takeus from here to the bar. Then run me back." he replied. Course he was walking again, but obviously confused. :::
T C Beckwith: "Just what I said. She's gone. Packed her shit and left." He shoved his hands in his pockets and started off in the direction of the bar. They'd find a cab or the bar, TC didn't care which was first.
MasonLBrannon: Oh hell. So that was the reason behind all of this. Mason knew it. Been there and done it. "Why?" Yeah, he was pushing buttons by asking, but it had to be done. One so Mason would know what happen and two, so maybe TC would open up and talk about it. If it led to a brawl in the streets... then so be it. But Mason had a feeling it was eating away at TC. And like any friend, he was only trying to help. :::
T C Beckwith: "Why do any of them ever leave?" To TC it was simple. He was an uncaring bastard and they deserved more.
MasonLBrannon: "That's not an answer TC and you know it." Mason pointed out. He was avoiding the question and had a feeling he knew why. Because if it was true, what TC believed? The man wouldn't be angry. Wouldn't be out drinking. If TC didn't care... Mason knew Abby wouldn't have stayed as long as she had. :::
T C Beckwith: It wasn't that he didn't care. He just didn't care enough. She deserved more, didn't deserve to have more hurt heaped on her and that was exactly what he'd done. "I should have walked away months ago." His pace didn't slow, his breath plumed as he moved, the cold night air creating a fog of it.
MasonLBrannon: Mason shook his head. "So just like that... you're gonna let her walk away? Not even try?" He asked. "You and I both know you couldn't walk away then... and its why you hadn't done it yet. Actions speak louder than words TC. You're telling me you don't care. And yet... you're angry that she left." He shook his head. "It’s not to late yanno. To try." he offered. :::
T C Beckwith: TC stopped and looked at him. "I ain't pissed she left. I'm pissed I put her in that position to begin with. I had no right stepping in when she was hurtin' and vulnerable."
MasonLBrannon: "But you did. Because you wanted to. You felt something for her then and you feel something for her still." Mason looked at his brother. "TC... You gotta stop this man. One of these days, you're gonna wake up, you're gonna look around and your gonna say to yourself... I should have gone after her. Or... what if I hadda done this or done that. It’s gonna be too little too late." He shook his head again and looked off somewhere and then back. "Look... it ain't easy I know. And while things ain't exactly serious between me and Sasha... yet... I'm trying. Because you never know what's gonna happen just around the corner. And any chances that were left? Are gonna be gone. And you think you're hurting her now? This ain't nothing compared to what could happen." He shrugged and shouldered past TC. :::
T C Beckwith: "The best thing I can do for her is to let her keep walking." He turned on his heel and continued on, tugging his jacket collar up against the cold, before he shoved his hands back into his pockets. He was done talking. It was done. He'd made the mistake of letting her get too close already; he wasn't going to prolong it. Yes, he cared. But he wasn't in love, and he knew damned well if he wasn't after this much time, he wasn't likely to be.
MasonLBrannon: "You mean what's best for you. It ain't just about her. It’s about you... your stubborn ass ways and you're pride." He was walking backwards now as he talked to TC. "The least you can do is talk to her and give her closure for herself." Had Mason known what he was thinking, he'd have something to say about that to. But that was neither here nor there. Was Mason mad? No. Was he annoyed? Of course. But it all came with a brother's love.
T C Beckwith: "Like I said, I'm a selfish bastard. And if she wanted to talk to me, she would have, rather than leaving a note saying it was easier for her to write than it was to tell me face to face. And this ain't got nothing to with my pride. It's over. It's done. Should have been a long damned time ago. Just let it the fuck go."
MasonLBrannon: "You're welcome." Turning, he called out over his shoulder and continued on. Mason wasn't saying another word. He'd see TC to his bike, or bar, and he was grabbing a cab and he'd be either heading home or back to where he came from. :::
T C Beckwith: TC kept walking, when they eventually reached the bar, he headed for his bike. He turned the gas on, and kicked her to life, before looking over at Mason. "Thanks for bailing me out. Again." He smirked.
MasonLBrannon: Mason smirked, gave a thumbs up. "Catch ya at home later on." he replied. Cab was snagged and Mason was gone. :::