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fandomtownies2015-01-11 11:27 am
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The Parking Lot | Sunday Afternoon
The one good thing about this place was that Gansey wasn't hanging over his shoulder, looking disappointed, when Ronan went out to have a good time. Ronan could drink in peace and he could find street races in peace. And while he appreciated the lack of a chaperone, another part missed that disappointment. It made going against Gansey's wishes more fun.
Last night had been...a night. After a week here, Ronan had finally gone to the mainland. He'd found a bar that was too loud, too dirty and too crowded and he'd had enough to drink to make his vision blur and to make the anger that was his constant companion dull a bit. He'd slurred his words and tripped over a pool cue and he'd laughed. It was an all too unfamiliar sound.
Once he'd sobered up, he'd climbed into his BMW and drove around until he'd found a baby faced college student in a Volvo who thought daddy's money could take him far. Ronan had a great time both leaving him in the dust and then taking his money. Sure, he didn't need the money but Mr. Baby Face didn't know that.
Once Sunday morning turned into Sunday afternoon, Ronan finally came back to the island. There were dark sunglasses over his eyes and his leather jacket was pulled tight around him. The sharp, dark lines of his tattoo crawled out from underneath the jacket, inching up his neck. He was walking around his BMW, checking for any damage and buffing out any spots he could see.
Car had survived another run. It'd be so easy to dream something even faster than this but Ronan did really love this car.
[ open if anyone's out in the area ]
Last night had been...a night. After a week here, Ronan had finally gone to the mainland. He'd found a bar that was too loud, too dirty and too crowded and he'd had enough to drink to make his vision blur and to make the anger that was his constant companion dull a bit. He'd slurred his words and tripped over a pool cue and he'd laughed. It was an all too unfamiliar sound.
Once he'd sobered up, he'd climbed into his BMW and drove around until he'd found a baby faced college student in a Volvo who thought daddy's money could take him far. Ronan had a great time both leaving him in the dust and then taking his money. Sure, he didn't need the money but Mr. Baby Face didn't know that.
Once Sunday morning turned into Sunday afternoon, Ronan finally came back to the island. There were dark sunglasses over his eyes and his leather jacket was pulled tight around him. The sharp, dark lines of his tattoo crawled out from underneath the jacket, inching up his neck. He was walking around his BMW, checking for any damage and buffing out any spots he could see.
Car had survived another run. It'd be so easy to dream something even faster than this but Ronan did really love this car.
[ open if anyone's out in the area ]