[right][color=darkgray][sup]Timestamp: Early Saturday morning
Location: Donaghue home
[color=#009e60]Sin[/color] and [color=#8dcdc1]Monarch[/color][/sup][/color][/right]
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[indent][indent][color=lightgray][color=#009e60]“NOOooo[sub]ooooo…[/sub]”[/color] The messy haired blonde whined as the sheets were pulled away from her face and she was forced to experience the blinding light of California’s morning sun. Fuck this place actually being sunny all the time, she missed the gray skies of Gravette where half the time on the south side you couldn’t even tell the time of day by looking up. Sin lethargically attempted to pull the sheets back up over her face, but whatever devil had entered her humble abode to torment her was determined to keep her in the world of the awake and living. [color=#009e60]“Someone turn off the sun, it’s bedtime.”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“Sin it’s eight am, that’s the end’a bedtime,”[/color] Came the amused voice of her petite friend, who was dutifully holding the sheets away from her blind grabbing. 

[color=#009e60]“For a fuckin’ [/color][i][color=#009e60]loser[/color][/i][color=#009e60] maybe, I plan to sleep ‘til noon at least.”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“Then it’s a sad thing that’cha said you’d to give me a ride to school.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“It’s [/color][i][color=#009e60]Saturday[/color][/i][color=#009e60],”[/color] Sin bitched before rolling over, curling in on herself instead of stretching out. [color=#009e60]“Whyyyyyy?”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“‘Cause you said you would and you’re a woman’a your word,”[/color] Monarch giggled, sitting on the edge of her friend’s bed and studiously not reacting when her heel hit the bottle of alcohol that had been half rolled under the bed. When it clinked against an empty glass jar, Monarch sighed. [color=#8dcdc1]“Were you doin’ that weird thing where you ate a slice’a pickled jalapeno after every sip’a fireball? You’re gonna destroy your stomach linin’.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“It’s [/color][i][color=#009e60]good[/color][/i][color=#009e60] and it lights a fire in my [/color][i][color=#009e60]soul[/color][/i][color=#009e60],”[/color] Sin defended, still curled up and facing away from the braided girl as if it would keep Monarch from dragging her out of bed if the martial artist really wanted to. At Monarch’s quiet scoff, Sin finally opened one eye just to glare over her shoulder at her friend. [color=#009e60]“Keeps me warm at night.”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“So can blankets, and they ain’t gonna give you weird dreams.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“I have blankets, and I like my weird dreams.”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“Okay, keep your odd little comfort vice,”[/color] Monarch relented with an eyeroll before standing up and turning to look at the lump of hangover that was her biker friend, crossing her arms after spending a moment to get her braids into a loose ponytail. She’d need it out of the way for the next part. [color=#8dcdc1]“But get outta bed and gimme a ride or I’m pullin’ out the nickname.”[/color]

The stillness of the body on the bed changed as Sin stared Monarch down with a single eye, both eye color and gaze steely with warning. [color=#009e60]“You wouldn’t.”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“I would,”[/color] Monarch countered. [color=#8dcdc1]“I got pieces to take outta the Kiln, after all. Don’t make me use it.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“I’ll set you on fire, Arch.”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“I know where your extinguisher is. Daisy.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Ewww stooooppppp,”[/color] Sin flopped back onto her back and covered her face with her eyes while Monarch blinked innocently despite the defensive stance she’d taken.

[color=#8dcdc1]“Stop what, Daisy? I didn’t name you,”[/color] Monarch knocked away the pillow thrown at her with ease, a goading smile reaching her face as she saw Sin had sat up in order to haul the soft weapon with proper force. She bounced on her toes before taking another step back, eyeing the girl on the bed and waiting for her to pounce as she always did. Sin was too easy to rile up sometimes, especially for being the aunt to the three boys that she is, but Monarch also supposed that, for herself, as the youngest of five she had an unfair advantage when it came to their dynamic. Monarch could rile anyone up with enough information on them, after all, and Sin was one of her closest people, so she knew damn near everything about the girl. For instance, Sin’s middle name translated to Daisy and, well, let’s just say the nicknames that came from it were too [i]flowery[/i] for the biker princess. [color=#8dcdc1]“Hey, actually, you chainsmoke with the best of ‘em, yeah? Howsabout I change it to Daisy-chain and-”[/color] 

Her sentence cut off as Sin launched herself at Monarch with a scream of irritation that meant it was time to wrestle, and the two tumbled to the floor with Monarch controlling the momentum and roll to make sure she ended up on top. Sin was a fighter, if not a brawler. She liked to play fight and wrestle and was overall a fairly physical and active girl, and had had a whole motorcycle club’s worth of people to play attack and tackle at random back in Gravette. She and Decky would occasionally toss on some gloves and go at it when Sin was actually feeling violent, but most of the time she just needed something like this in order to relax. She needed a quick, no stakes tussle that got out the chaotic impulse so she could go about her day, and Monarch never had a problem with being her opponent at these times. Hell, she could usually tell before Sin could that the metalworker needed it by watching the way her shoulders tensed or some other crazy analytic shit that she was terrifyingly good at. Sin stopped questioning it years ago. The next several minutes were lost to thuds and thunks of scuffling as the two girls roughhoused, eventually ending when Monarch got bored and employed her well earned BJJ skills as well, leading to a frantic tap-out on Sin’s part when she realized her dangerous friend had coiled her deceptively strong arm around her neck and was about to squeeze. She didn’t think Monarch would actually hurt her or lose herself in a little squabble match like what they do, but she was also not interested in getting choked out by the little butterfly today.

[color=#009e60]“Fine!”[/color] She relented as she let the entirety of her body weight smush the girl currently koala clung to her back while Monarch released her hold, letting Sin’s dead weight stay there until she realized the blonde still wasn’t moving and shoved her off. A breathless laugh escaped the biker as she flopped to the side and Monarch stood up. [color=#009e60]“I’ll take you to the damn school.”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“Awwww Sin! You’re the best, thanks!”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Fuck you too. Now get out so I can get dressed.”[/color]

[center]🏍️🦋[/center]

When Sin exited her room a few minutes later, she found Monarch sweeping up the shattered glass and ceramic in the kitchen. Frowning but not telling her to stop, Sin grabbed the Advil and bottle of water that Monarch had left on the counter for her next to two slices of toast, downing the pills and following them with half the water in one go. She then began to munch on the toast with very little enthusiasm. She didn’t have a headache but it’s always better safe than sorry after she spent a night drinking like her nephew Molotov. Most of the mess had been from her fight with Rian before he’d left yesterday, she had a bad habit of swiping things off the nearest surface when she was pissed but trying not to get physical with the actual person, but the rest was from when she’d called her family last night and found out Francis wouldn’t be joining the call. Apparently, the patched members of Dullahan MC locked themselves up in the club’s meeting room and were in it for the long haul, Francis and Rian included despite the fact that both of them technically left the club. And she still had no idea why Rian took her key, but Francis’ involvement meant Fiona’s key was needed too. Which means Sin should have fuckin’ [i]been there too[/i]. She’d spent time talking to her nephews while simmering beneath the surface, and as soon as she’d hung up it all boiled over and she’d taken it out on her late dinner.

The sound of debris hitting the bottom of the trashcan brought her out of her thoughts as Monarch got rid of the last of the objects in the dustbin before putting the cleaning appliances back away between the fridge and the wall.

[color=#8dcdc1]“Didn’t I tell you to come sleep over on nights like that?”[/color] Monarch asked with zero judgment in her tone while Sin stared at her with no shame in her tired eyes.

[color=#009e60]“Didn’t I tell [/color][i][color=#009e60]you[/color][/i][color=#009e60] I don’t think about it as it’s happenin’?”[/color] She responded as Monarch frowned at her. [color=#009e60]“What? What’s that look?”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“I think you should come to the dance with me.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Good one,”[/color] Sin all but barked out a laugh, slapping the countertop for emphasis while Monarch continued to stare at her, unmoving in the middle of the kitchen she’d just cleaned. Sin’s mocking smile dropped. [color=#009e60]“You’re not fuckin’ serious,”[/color] No response met her, Monarch’s arms loose at her sides and head tilted to the right. Monarch [i]knew[/i] she only planned on showing up in time to hitch a ride to the party! [color=#009e60]“Arch, you [/color][i][color=#009e60]can’t[/color][/i][color=#009e60] be serious!”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“It’ll be good for you, bein' here won’t.”[/color] Monarch continued to stare at Sin, having been watching the deflated way in which she acted compared to how she normally is. She didn’t like when Sin got like this any more than she liked seeing Trixie exude fear yesterday. Sin was like a blown fuse sometimes, damaging herself with erratic discharge of her own energy and burning out from the inside. Things stopped working right, like their dynamics and even Sin’s ability to mold her metalwork to her desires. With nowhere for her to indulge in her more combustive stress relief, Sin became frazzled and tired. Back in Gravette when she got like this, she and Decky would disappear on binges together until someone, usually Sin’s brother in law Francis, hunted them down and dragged Sin back to reality. Francis wasn’t even in this state, right now, so it was on Monarch, and she could already tell that she’d crashed and burned. 

It was her turn to be met with silence as Sin stood up and headed for the door to the garage, grabbing her jacket off the hook on the way and disappearing behind a slammed door to get the bike ready. Monarch sighed in exasperation at her failure, knowing she had to do something to get Sin to go to the dance and be surrounded by her friends and by distractions. The temperamental blonde would hear nothing more of it from her petite friend, however, and Monarch knew if she tried to talk about it on the ride to the school, Sin would just turn the volume up over her voice. The slight scrunching of her nose was the only sign of her displeasure as she whipped out her phone to text a certain partner in crime of hers.

[quote] To: [color=#a44866]Would You Like To Play A Game?[/color]
[color=#8dcdc1]Sin needs to go to the dance and she won’t hear it from me[/color]
[color=#8dcdc1]I’m enlisting you[/color]
[color=#8dcdc1]Should I send her to the garage or your house after she drops me off?[/color][/quote]

[quote] From: [color=#a44866]Would You Like To Play A Game?[/color]
[color=#a44866]House.[/color]
[color=#a44866]And easy enough. She’ll be there. [/color]
[color=#a44866]I’ll take her as my date ;)[/color]
[/quote]

[color=#009e60]“Monarch, come on!”[/color]

[color=#8dcdc1]“Comin’!”[/color] The meddler stuffed her phone into her pocket and did one last check of the now clean kitchen before grabbing Sin’s half finished water bottle and second slice of toast before running to the garage, making sure to lock up behind her.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[right][color=darkgray][sup]Timestamp: Late Saturday morning
Location: Boaz-Goldstein home
[color=#009e60]Sin[/color], [color=#dc143c]Decky[/color], [color=#a44866]Jonah[/color][@LovelyComplex], and the [color=#C93434]f[/color][color=#C94225]a[/color][color=#C95016]m[/color][color=#C95E08]i[/color][color=#DB6920]l[/color][color=#ED7438]y[/color][/sup][/color][/right]

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[indent][indent][color=lightgray]Sin pulled into the driveway and revved once to announce her arrival to the household, parking her bike right next to Decky’s and dismounting smoothly only to raise an eyebrow when she could feel the warmth still radiating off of the boy’s motorcycle. Where the hell had he been so early, the Garage or something? He must have gotten here not long before her, so at least he was probably up. She walked in the front door easily enough, so either Decky left it unlocked- extremely unlikely- or Jonah unlocked it in preparation for her showing up. The house was already fairly loud despite it not even being noon yet, activity fluttering in each room she could see. 

In the living room, the Boaz brothers’ cousin, Zion, was fretting over his homecoming clothes to his father Eiran and almost crying over trying to match the outfit to the two different color themes his girlfriends chose. [color=#b23602]“Your mother is better at this. Maybe I should’ve left and gotten the corsages and that…flower pin… instead of her. Why are these dances so expensive? Did you know I went to the mall yesterday after work and suits cost way too much! The Mermaid Closet had a sale but… it intimidated me. Not the sale. The store. This is why we have Bennet Lovejoy Classic blouses. Very nice, very classy. Tailored to your body, thanks to Junie. You know I just realized, you will look like cotton candy.”[/color]

[color=#c15e34]“I [/color][color=#c15e34][i]sell[/i][/color][color=#c15e34] cotton candy,”[/color] The young candyman stressed, looking seconds from pulling out his hair. [color=#c15e34]“But I don’t know if I wanna look like it!”[/color]

Their uncle Zophim, or Zo, was stress cooking a veritable breakfast buffet in the kitchen, mind likely still in the bedroom with his due-any-day wife. Hopefully he doesn’t catch the eggs on fire like last time, even Sin had been equal parts impressed and concerned by that. At the dining room table, which really was just a table settled halfway between the kitchen and the living room, sat her friend nodding off against his propped up arm, half a slice of sourdough toast making a desperate effort to not fall from his mouth. Across from him was Hirsch, who was frowning fiercely at whatever he was reading in a file with the Garage’s logo stamped on it. Dude never stopped working and always looked as exhausted as his younger brother, she didn’t know that bruise-dark under eyes could be a family trait until those two.

[color=#ff7f50]“Hi Sin!”[/color]

The biker girl jumped slightly as the youngest in the house appeared beside her, likely having come out of the room off to the side that had been turned into the Boaz brothers’ bedroom when they moved in. Danny beamed up at her, but she could see that he was also laughing at the fact that he had gotten the drop on her. The little shit. His hair was messy like Decky’s and he smelled vaguely of gasoline, so it was safe to assume that whatever had Decky out so early in the morning, his little brother was involved.

[color=#009e60]“Hey brat,”[/color] She nudged him gently before leaning down and stage whispering to the young boy.[color=#009e60] “You have no idea how much I wanna swipe Deck’s arm support out from under ‘im.”[/color]

[color=#dc143c]“Do it an’ die, Donaghue,”[/color] Decky mumbled, eyes still closed but toast back to his plate instead of dangling between his teeth. He sighed as Zophim turned around and shoveled more eggs onto his plate, the older man then adding more to Hirsch’s as well. The twenty one year old ate mechanically, as though it was an automatic action as his sharp eyes never left the words and numbers on the page before him. [color=#dc143c]“This is my fault for sittin’ at the table, this is my third servin’ already.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Jesus,”[/color] Sin laughed nervously, looking at the unkempt mess that was Zophim Boaz. How that sweet man was the younger brother to Decky and Danny’s monster of a father, she’d never know. Same goes for their mother Alana and her brothers, the Goldstein boys. Decky and Danny really had the misfortune of being born to the worst from both sides, so Sin was glad that they were thriving now that they were with healthy family members. They even fed them, hell, overfed them sometimes, and given the amount of past malnourishment… the Boaz brothers needed every morsel they could take in at any given time.

[color=#c93434]“Are you hungry, Sin? I’ve got plenty!”[/color] Zo called, waving his spatula invitingly. [color=#c93434]“I’ve got…I’ve got too much and Eiran’s too busy bein’ a dad to eat.”[/color] 

Before she could respond, Danny tugged on her sleeve.

[color=#ff7f50]“Uncle Jonah’s waitin’ in his room for ya.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Thanks kiddo,”[/color] Sin ruffled the boy’s hair as he set her back on track, keeping her from getting wrapped up in the chaos of the household. It’s always a little extra wild when both Devorah, Eiran’s wife, and Zo’s wife, Juniper, aren’t there. Those two women really must be superhuman to be wrangling three adult men and four teenage boys at any given time. Returning her sights to the desperately offered plate of food, Sin stepped into the kitchen and took it out of Zo’s hands with a quick thanks and a shoulder pat before stealing Decky’s fork and heading out and down the hall towards Jonah’s room, smirking at the baffled anger she heard from her friend behind her. When she reached the youngest uncle’s room, she used her elbow to knock on the doorframe while shoveling some eggs in her mouth. That toast from Monarch earlier really hadn’t been enough, and Zo was a good cook when he was actually tending to the food.

[color=#a44866]“No matter how many times I tell you, you still bring food to my room,” [/color]Jonah drawled at his desk, his drowsy gaze glued to his laptop as he wrote an extra credit essay for his AP Statistics class. The objective was to present a statistical argument. Statistics can make an argument persuasive but only if used accurately. Numbers could create more problems if it’s simply to make a compelling argument and not to present the truth. Percentage was meaningless if the reader didn’t understand the context nor have a base percentage to reasonably compare to. His topic was: "The influence of parenting styles on child behavior.” Something that resonated deeply with him, due to his lack of parents. His brothers took on the role his mother and father should’ve had. Because of his own personal feelings on any subject matter regarding parenthood, Jonah needed to be intent and deliberate with his structure to avoid any bias swaying the direction his paper went.  

Pressing save in his word document, he turned his chair around to face the girl of the hour. Sinead Donaghue. With his elbow resting on his arm rest, Jonah placed his chin on his palm and observed his peer as she welcomed herself into his room once she heard his response. [color=#a44866]“How’s our poster hothead girl doing?”[/color] He flatly inquired.  

[color=#009e60]“Who wants to know?”[/color] Sin asked nonchalantly between bites, still standing because even she wasn’t crazy enough to try and eat food on Jonah’s bed despite bringing it into his room. Damn what other people said about her, she was sane enough to know her limits and how intensely she could toe the line per person. Mostly. Usually. Look, everyone makes mistakes sometimes, what matters is how you bounce back from them, right? Sin always bounces back. [color=#009e60]“You better not’ve called me over just to ask me that, man, or even the addition of Zo feedin’ me breakfast won’t save you. Monarch said you had a job for me but didn’t say if it was Garage or commission work,”[/color] the abrasive girl prodded, pointing her fork at him accusingly. [color=#009e60]“An’ don’t think I didn’t notice you gettin’ a hold’a me through her instead’a just textin’, the fuck is that about?”[/color] 

She didn’t care to be as observant as most of her friends, but even she paid attention to their normal patterns and actions and Monarch admitting Jonah had asked her to pass along a message, regardless of if he knew she was waking Sin up that morning, wasn’t really either of their styles. Monarch also wasn’t that sloppy, so the whole ruse had been intentionally bad enough for Sin to catch onto while remaining vague enough that she’d decided to just figure it out at the source instead of stay there pestering the petite pain in her ass. Shoveling the rest of the plate in her mouth, Sin set the empty item down on the free spot on Jonah’s desk before finally sitting on his bed and leaning back on her palms to grin at the boy.

[color=#009e60]“Do I get to play with fire or will this be borin’?”[/color]

[color=#a44866]“Depends how you play your cards. The night could end in fire and blood,”[/color] Jonah spoke figuratively. While convincing Sin to go to the dance wasn’t his job, Monarch politely asked him and he wanted to keep their friendship on good terms. The happier his girls were, the better they performed during his game nights. Sin, in his opinion, was hardly a challenge. Stubborn, yes, but if you understood how her mind worked, it really didn’t take much effort to get her to do what you wanted. A girl who did what she wanted and most of the time, didn’t give a flying fuck about much, but certainly gave a fuck about her chosen family and that in itself was enough leverage to sway her in his favor. 

He knew underneath all that heat, she was desperate and wanted to belong. Needed grounding so her fire didn’t turn into an inferno. Liked her freedom but was searching for a cage with open doors to call home. A free bird who adored her friends and family more than anything in the world, especially the validation they provided her, assuring her that she was a good person. Worth time, effort and love. To him, Sin was an open book. Everything that she was, was there. All you needed to do was watch and listen. Pay attention because the reality of Sin was on the surface. She wasn’t known for being discreet and he loved that for her.

Grabbing three darts off his desk, Jonah tossed one to his board, over Sin’s head, who was now sitting on his bed and probed, [color=#a44866]“So I hear you’re not going to the dance.”[/color] The dart rapidly flew and in seconds it hit the red circle. 

Bullseye. 

[color=#a44866]“Why’s that?”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Why’re you surprised?”[/color] Sin blinked back, once again answering his question with one of her own while remaining unflinching as the dart flew closely over her head. Why was she suddenly getting harped on about this stupid fuckin’ dance? The mercurial motorhead lamented the fact that she had to wake up this morning to deal with her puppet master friends testing how well they could string her up. She was sure it was in good faith, which is why she was annoyed and not pissed, but that didn’t mean she was making it easy. Jonah and Monarch always did love challenges, and it seemed that today she was one of them. Flopping back onto his bed and spreading her arms out after having mimed snipping strings from her arms, she stared at Jonah’s ceiling, tracking the next dart that tore through the air above her with ease. Another bullseye, just off to the side of the other. Funny, from this position, if the thud of the next dart dislodged either of them she might have a shiny new piercing. Deciding to test her family’s ever deteriorating irish luck, Sin remained where she was while continuing the conversation.

[color=#009e60]“Who wants to be wasted an’ sweaty in a packed school gym when they’re boutta be blasted and tryin’a hook up at a party right after?”[/color] She glanced down towards where Jonah still sat in his desk chair. [color=#009e60]“If the dance’s your angle, baby unc’, I’d change it.”[/color]

[color=#a44866]“My nephew is going,” [/color]Jonah stated, his tone never wavering high or low. He rolled the last dart in between his fingers. [color=#a44866]“For a girl, he’s going. When have you seen him ever go to a school dance, hm? I’m surprised you’re not taking the opportunity to tease him and spike the punch. I bet Poppy would love pictures.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“He’s [/color][i][color=#009e60]what,[/color][/i][color=#009e60]”[/color] Sin exclaimed in glee and disbelief, shooting up from her position with no small amount of enthusiasm. [color=#009e60]“And the sonuvabitch didn’t [/color][i][color=#009e60]tell me?[/color][/i][color=#009e60] I’m gonna give him another fuckin’ scar,”[/color] The last one had been an accident when they were younger and was not talked about in length ever since, but it was definitely a bonding experience. This one would be intentional and petty and Decky would just have to deal with it. Was that jackass really finally making a move on JJ and he didn’t even think to shoot her a text? The nerve of some people. [color=#009e60]“Jonah this changes [/color][i][color=#009e60]everythin’[/color][/i][color=#009e60]. Fuck just spikin’ the punch, that shit’ll be jungle juice in the first fifteen minutes so I got more time to watch this shitshow unfold. An’ Poppy!”[/color] And [i]Charlie[/i], god, Sin suddenly couldn’t wait to start taking photos and videos. The two friends from back home that completed their quartet growing up would eat Decky alive over this, and Sin would be the one to throw him under the bus. It was what he deserved for not calling her the second his dumb ass finally realized he’d been fuckin’ [i]pining[/i] like a school girl for JJ since the first time he mentioned meeting her.

[color=#009e60]“I’m gonna make a whole collage. I’m gonna immortalize it in a custom made metal frame so spiky he can’t pick it up to tear any’a the photos out.”[/color]

It was too easy. Monarch should give him a prize. Or feed him. He wasn’t too picky. 

Jonah flung the last dart to his wall but instead of going toward the dartboard, it went soaring to his calendar. Whatever date it fell on would decide his next game night. He aimed it at the last week of October. A Halloween themed Casino night could be fun. [color=#a44866]“And what will you wear?”[/color] He asked, not one to gloat about his success. She was already too excited for him to go back in the conversation. The wind was blowing in his favor but it could change. With Sin, things could always change.

Forward and onward Jonah went, keeping her attention on the objective: attending the dance. [color=#a44866]“I’d kill to see you wear your leather dress tonight. I bet you’d be the only one wearing that kind of fabric to the ‘red carpet’. It’s certainly a statement. A hot one at that.”[/color]

Sin could practically see Monarch rubbing her evil little hands together when she found out Jonah had hooked and reeled her in so easily. Whatever, she could tease the tiny terror about the fact that [i]she[/i] hadn’t been the one able to do it. She should have given her the right incentive, she should have known better. Tsk tsk. When Jonah interrupted her thoughts by asking about her wardrobe, she froze and grimaced. She [i]hated[/i] dressing up for shit and now she had less than six hours to be ready for an event that she hadn’t even wanted to go to five minutes ago.

[color=#009e60]“Damn, I forgot there was even a theme,”[/color] Sin mumbled, no reaction to his final dart’s change of course nor much care for if it held any meaning. She did know it was intentional, as Jonah never missed, especially not by that margin. When he mentioned the only nice dress she had, the blonde balked at the suggestion. [color=#009e60]“The dress I wear to The Dolla Lounge?”[/color] It certainly was a hot little number, which was why she tended to wear it out.[color=#009e60] “I better get laid if I’m wearin’ my good clothes,”[/color] She thought about it and knew that Jonah’s suggestion was her only option. Most of her clothes were covered in grease, oils, and burn holes and occasionally littered with metal shavings, the only clothes she had in good condition were her club clothes and that dress was probably the only one that would get past any chaperone with a hard on for the dress code. Glaring playfully at Jonah, knowing that she had tied the strings around her own joints after cutting them off so readily earlier, Sin accepted her fate but still had to ask. [color=#009e60]“How’d she get’cha in on this? You don’t usually fuck with me as much as you do the others.”[/color] The [i]‘that I know of’[/i] went unsaid but not unheard between the two teens in the room.

Jonah smirked. Standing up from his office chair, he strode toward her and to his door, which was his silent way of saying: you can leave now. [color=#a44866]“Maybe it’s your turn to convince her of something.”[/color] There was no amusement in giving out easy answers. Sin was a smart girl, she’d come to her own conclusions eventually or burn down anything that got in her way to get to her destination. [color=#a44866]“Decky could use an alarm clock. He was out late, spending his night with the Green brothers.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“The fuck does that mean?”[/color] Sin whined, only standing up when Jonah mentioned Decky again but stopping short of the door at Jonah’s next comment and whirling back around to stare at him with wide eyes. [color=#009e60]“[/color][i][color=#009e60]Spendin’ [/color][/i][color=#009e60]his [/color][i][color=#009e60]night?!”[/color][/i] She asked in slight alarm, almost raising her voice before remembering the subject in question was right down the open hall. Regardless of ambient noise, Decky had ears like a bat sometimes. Decky never spent the night anywhere that wasn’t either with the gearheads or the family, and unless it was planned he never did it without Danny either. Sin could feel smoke coming out of her ears as the gears in her mind ground to a halt, remembering Danny smelling like a motorcycle ride and stale weed. Holy shit. She could feel a protective heat surging in her chest at the thought of her boys over the houses of one of the richest kids at school and seeing how exhausted Decky was at the table. Danny seemed happy enough, giddy even, but still…

[color=#009e60]“Danny was there too?”[/color] She asked for confirmation, suddenly regretting her lack of worry over not caring about being in the loop. Maybe it was time for another bake ‘n’ dish session with little Danny so she could get a full update. Her nephew Conan would lose his shit if she let his best friend get hurt in any form because she wasn’t paying enough attention, and she’d promised him- [i]promised, you never do that on Gravette’s southside[/i]- that she would take care of him as needed and tell him if he needed to come down here for an emergency visit. How many times she’s restrained herself from abusing that option just to get her family down here for a visit, for herself, she couldn’t even count. [color=#009e60]“All’a y’all were chill with that? The Greens havin’ your nephews for the night? Decky hasn’t exactly called those two [/color][color=#009e60][i]friends[/i][/color][color=#009e60] yet.”[/color]

Jonah raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms at her irritating question.[color=#a44866] “I trust them. It might be unfamiliar territory but those two can handle themselves. You know that better than any of us. And, come on, Sin, do you [i]really[/i] think any of us can sway Decky one way or another once he’s made up his mind?”[/color] His nephew was for all intents and purposes as stubborn as they come and it took a lot of work to get him used to the city life. Let alone a school like Beverly Hills High. This, honestly, was a huge step up for him and Jonah couldn’t be more proud.[color=#a44866] “Hirsch gave me the general summary. Decky and Sully made a deal with Ethan which required them to spend some time at one of many Green McMansions. I guess things went so well that Ethan went back out to pick up Danny. I haven’t talked to Danny yet though about his night since I’ve been barely home myself. For once, you might get the scoop before me.”[/color]

[color=#ff7f50]“She will!”[/color] Danny popped up once again by Sin’s elbow, laughing as the short haired girl let out a heated curse and locking eyes with his uncle as he latched onto her arm. [color=#ff7f50]“It’s okay uncle Jonah, she’s just worried ‘bout us ‘cause she’s made promises,”[/color] Danny said, having heard Sin’s question and seen the older boy’s fairly well hidden irritation as he’d left auntie Juniper’s room across the hall. Of course he knew about her deal with one of his best friends. He was sure if Poppy had been the one to move out here, she would have had just as similar a promise extracted from her by his other best friend, her little sister Ana. At least Topanga probably wouldn’t have asked anyone to keep an eye on him. Probably. [color=#ff7f50]“Right Sin?”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Don’t blink at me like some innocent kid, Lil’ Boa,”[/color] Sin grumbled petulantly as he kept his arms coiled around her own and practically hung there. [color=#009e60]“You weren’t even s’posed to [/color][color=#009e60][i]know[/i][/color][color=#009e60] about that.”[/color]

[color=#ff7f50]“Conan can’t keep anythin’ from me ta save his life, ya know that,”[/color] The boy countered, shifting his weight off of his tip toes so that she was forced to bend down a bit. Taking advantage of her sudden change in balance, Danny began his way down the hall with her arm still in his grasp, causing Sin to splutter but follow after the boy helplessly. She threw a look over her shoulder to Jonah, but immediately saw she had no allies in that hall. Remembering that she had just agreed to go to the fuckin’ [i]dance[/i] and all she had was a motorcycle because her old and battered jeep was currently being worked on at the Garage, she called out to him.

[color=#009e60]“I hope you know this has you playin’ chauffeur, baby unc’!”[/color] She whisper hissed back to him as Danny successfully got her to the end of the hall. Just before he dragged her around the corner towards the breakfast table, she scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out at her fellow senior, just because she could. It wasn’t like she didn’t know she’d been played, after all. 

[color=#a44866]“Yeah, yeah, see you later,”[/color] Jonah said dismissively, grateful for his younger nephew’s save. Closing his bedroom door, he reached for his phone and texted Trouble. 

[quote]To: [color=#8dcdc1]Know-It-All[/color]
[color=#a44866]Done. She’ll be there.[/color]
[color=#a44866]Guess I’m DD.[/color][/quote]

[quote]From: [color=#8dcdc1]Know-It-All[/color]
[color=#8dcdc1]I owe you a meal 😄[/color]
[color=#8dcdc1]See you at the dance![/color][/quote]

Glancing up from his phone, his eyes went straight to his calendar to where his dart was. At the center of a zero. Wednesday, October 30th. Mischief Night. It seemed the fates had spoken; it was time for him to start planning his next game night. He had a location in mind. When wasn’t he ten steps ahead of the game?  Looking back at his phone though, he thought about his conversation with all those he chose to be part of his madness. In their own way, they worried about him. Maybe today he would shut off his brain and take a break. It wasn’t easy… but it was the least he could do. For all those that cared for him. Restless or not, he knew he should take his own advice that he preached to his nephews and friends all the time. Tonight he would enjoy being young.

[quote]To: [color=#82a6ed]Lady Luck[/color]
[color=#a44866]10/30[/color]
[color=#a44866]That’s our next one[/color][/quote]

Back in the living room and kitchen, Sin followed through on her earlier whim and swiped a snoozing Decky’s arm support out from under his cheek. She took a seat across from him and next to Hirsch while the ornery boy awoke with a startled [i][color=#dc143c]“Fuck-!”[/color][/i] as he just barely saved his face from getting intimately acquainted with the woodgrain. The second youngest uncle side eyed her but said nothing as Decky let out a slew of curses her way, she herself remaining unblinking in the face of it all.

[color=#009e60]“How was your lil’ slumber party with the Greens, Boa? Oh, and I heard you’re into dances now.”[/color]

Decky’s ranting stopped cold in its tracks under the heat of her stare, putting on his signature scowl to cover up the way he’d frozen. Sin’s gaze was unwavering across the table and Danny slid silently into his seat beside him as if acting like a buffer for the two aggressive teens. The ambient chatter and cooking noises seemed to slow and quiet down around them as the staring contest continued. 

[color=#dc143c]“It was unplanned on my part,”[/color] Decky admitted, finally cutting his eyes away after Hirsch sighed in irritation and closed his work folders, picking up the newspaper from the center of the table while raising his eyebrow at his nephew. He was glad they were being children, even if just by way of being childish, but really? At the breakfast table while he was working? Danny smiling innocently beside him honestly didn’t really help the matter. [color=#dc143c]“I thought we were just goin’ ta talk about Ethan’s party-”[/color]

[i][color=#009e60]“Ethan’s?[/color][/i][color=#009e60]”[/color] Not Green’s, Ethan’s. Decky was definitely calling the dude Green the past couple of days when grumbling about the boy’s previous approach to him, and now it was Ethan? 

[color=#dc143c]“-But dude thought it was a sleepover an’ even disappeared ta pick Danny up without tellin’ me,”[/color] Sin raised her own eyebrow in surprise. Decky noticed. [color=#dc143c]“I [/color][i][color=#dc143c]know![/color][/i][color=#dc143c]”[/color]

[color=#c93434]“Volume!”[/color] Zophim fretted quietly while shoveling another full serving onto Decky’s plate. The middle of the three Boaz’s looked a bit green around the gills as he stared down what had to be his sixth serving and respectfully shoved the plate over to Danny who dug in with gusto after making sure there was a clear divide made of hot sauce between the eggs and the hashbrowns. [color=#c93434]“Pepper is sleepin’, she needs her rest.”[/color]

[color=#c95f08]“Pot. Kettle,”[/color] Hirsch mumbled into his coffee just before Zophim swiped it out of his hand, ignoring the glare of the boy he helped raise as he refilled his cup with a fresh batch and returned it to his waiting grasp. [color=#c95f08]“Maybe put down the pans and go take a nap yourself.”[/color]

[color=#c93434]“I will when you will,”[/color] Zo sung, turning back to the stove to start his next round only to find himself out of ingredients. [color=#c93434]“[/color][color=#c93434][i]Dammit.[/i][/color][color=#c93434]”[/color] At least everyone in the house had had a plate, he’d made Eiran and Zion each grab one before they disappeared into the boy’s room during Decky and Sin’s staring contest.

[color=#c95f08]“Just sit down, Zo,”[/color] Hirsch sighed. With nothing else for distraction, the older man complied and took a seat to Decky’s left, across from Danny.

[color=#dc143c]“I [/color][color=#dc143c][i]know,[/i][/color][color=#dc143c]”[/color] Decky repeated, quieter this time but no less stress behind the tone as he got back on track, ignoring his uncles’ banter. [color=#dc143c]“But everythin’ about that place had me thrown off an’ I barely knew how ta react.”[/color]

[color=#ff7f50]“Ya threatened ta beat Ethan’s ass if he ever picked me up again without your permission,”[/color] Danny butted in.

[color=#dc143c]“Yeah but then I said thank ya, right? I was respectful an’ shit.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Okay, so you an’ Sully are gettin’ adopted by another rich kid, heard,”[/color] Sin cut off, uncrossing her arms and leaning forward on the table, Hirsch blindly moving his coffee mug out of the way of her incoming elbow. She was much more interested in the second part of her taunt, she would get all the Green info from Danny later. [color=#009e60]“I also heard somethin’ ‘bout you goin’ to the dance. That wasn’t our plan yesterday mornin’.”[/color]

The scowl was back. [color=#dc143c]“Is that what Jonah was talkin’ with ya for?”[/color] The gearhead looked like he’d just sucked a lemon as he glared in the direction of Jonah’s room down the hall. What a meddlesome bastard. Taking in the look of glee on Danny’s face, Decky realized that he was surrounded by meddlesome bastards and he had only himself to blame. Fuckin’ typical. [color=#dc143c]“I ain't talkin’ ‘bout this,”[/color] Decky lifted his own cup of coffee to his lips.

[color=#009e60]“Oh? Fine,”[/color] She grinned as he looked at her warily over the rim of his mug, knowing she doesn’t relent so easily without reason. [color=#009e60]“You ain’t gotta tell me shit, Decks, ‘cause I’m gonna be at the dance to see it.”[/color]

The spit take Decky did as he practically choked on his coffee left no survivors. Danny let out a startled laugh while Zo flung himself away once the first bits of liquid hit him, already heading for the paper towels and lysol wipes beneath the kitchen sink. Hirsch had used his newspaper as protection for his work files, so the poor sap was staring blankly ahead as coffee dripped from his face, no emotions visible as he stewed silently in place. Sin, for her part, was about as drenched as Hirsch was but taking it much better. In fact, she was laughing her ass off at the slack jawed look on her best friend’s face.

[color=#dc143c]“You’re [/color][color=#dc143c][i]what[/i][/color][color=#dc143c]?”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“I [/color][i][color=#009e60]know,”[/color][/i] Sin teased, mimicking Decky from earlier, the shit eating grin never leaving her face as chaos once again stirred in the Boaz-Goldstein household.

[color=#a44866]“You’re welcome,”[/color] Jonah chuckled, appearing in the kitchen, dressed to leave the house.

[color=#dc143c]"I ain't thankin' ya for [i]shit[/i],"[/color] His nephew bit out at him with horror still apparent on his face.

[color=#a44866] “Zo, your wife needs you. She sounds like she’s in pain. I’ll get her latest craving so you can be there for her.”[/color] Soaking up the comedic sight, he pulled out his phone and took a picture. A moment that will last forever. A coffee shower. [color=#a44866]“Flamin’ Hot Cheetos in vanilla ice cream and pizza topped with jalapeños and banana peppers,”[/color] he revealed, finding pregnant women fascinating. He pocketed his phone and moved around the table, the spotlight on him. 

[color=#a44866]“Spice runs in the family,”[/color] Jonah continued, humoring himself, as he grabbed a paper towel and licked it. Playfully, he wiped Hirsch’s cheek, just like his brother and the rest of the family had done so in the past. The second youngest jerked away from the motion with a scowl that showed spice wasn’t the only thing to run in the family. While Jonah deliberately annoyed his brother, his gaze went from Sin to Decky. He couldn’t help himself. He loved seeing his nephew get flustered. It was so easy to do. [color=#a44866]“You know who also likes Flamin’ Hot Cheetos?”[/color] Jonah teased.

[color=#c95f08]“I can clean myself,”[/color] Hirsch attempted and failed to bat his younger brother’s hand away while Zo disappeared down the hall to his wife. Apparently, her nickname of Pepper was never more accurate than this moment, given the woman’s cravings. When the paper towel got the last of the schmutz off of Hirsch’s face, he poked his brother in the side and kicked out his own chair, getting up with a sigh and grabbing his pristine files from beneath the newspaper. [color=#c95f08]“I’m headed to the Garage. Decky, good luck with your crush.”[/color]

[color=#dc143c]“Uncle Hershey!”[/color] Decky responded in betrayal as the collected man patted him on the head as he passed, smacking at his hands in much the same way that Hirsch had smacked at Jonah’s not a minute ago. He got no response as the twenty one year old disappeared.

[color=#009e60]“So, JJ likes Flamin’ Hots, huh?”[/color] Sin asked innocently, snatching the partially used paper towel out of Jonah’s hand to clean herself up. 

[color=#dc143c]“[/color][i][color=#dc143c]Stop,[/color][/i][color=#dc143c]”[/color] The demand was more of a plea given the person he directed it at, and everyone left in the room knew it. Unrepentant, Sin stared her best friend down and held a hand out to Danny, who dropped five dollars in her hand without question. It was a bet they’d made a while ago, that she could make Decky squirm without saying a single dirty thing about him and JJ. By the way he was shifting in his seat and not meeting her eye, both bet participants knew she’d won. Decky looked over at his uncle, not even a question on his mind for how the other boy even knew that. JJ had literally been eating the snack at the pep rally yesterday afternoon. [color=#dc143c]“And stop makin’ bets with my brother ‘bout my love life.”[/color]

The color drained from his face as the room at large registered his words and you could suddenly hear a pin drop in the silence.

[color=#009e60]“[/color][i][color=#009e60]Love life,[/color][/i][color=#009e60] huh?”[/color] Sin goaded, a mercilessly playful look on her face.

[color=#a44866]“What? Sin, you don’t think you can find love tonight? Maybe you’ll find a hot mami and you’ll drop to your knees for her,”[/color] Jonah redirected his attention from one person to the next, not knowing how on the nose he was. What he did know was if he didn’t leave soon, Junie may lose her shit but he was having too much fun. 

Sin’s teasing train sputtered to a stop as Jonah turned the tables on her, sending her thoughts back to last night and her moment with Tally hidden away in Mr. Fell’s classroom. There was no way he knew about that. No one had seen them, had they? Not like they were hiding it or anything, sneaking around was just part of the fun, but the things Jonah had just joked on had been totally private so he [i]had[/i] to have made a lucky guess. Laughing nervously at the boy as Danny narrowed his eyes and tilted his head at her, Sin got up and shoved Jonah toward the door.

[color=#009e60]“Me? Find love with all’a my exes packed like sardines in the same room? As if,”[/color] She tried not to think about Tally as she turned away from Jonah at the front door and back towards the Boaz brothers at the table, narrowing her own eyes and pursing her lips while pointing at little Danny to tell him to keep his damn mouth shut. She would not be answering whatever questions the diminutive detective had for her after that little slip up. Danny’s gaze didn’t let up, but his lips remained sealed. Her finger moved onto Decky. [color=#009e60]“You, we were teasin’ you and I wanna get back to that.”[/color]

[color=#dc143c]“But you’re losin’ allies and ground,”[/color] Decky countered with a vindictive grin.

[color=#009e60]“Fuck you.”[/color]

[color=#dc143c]“Thought we weren’t talkin’ ‘bout love lives.”[/color]

Sin’s brain short circuited.

[i][color=#009e60]“Gross[/color][/i][color=#009e60], Decky.”[/color]

[color=#a44866]“I can’t believe you just walked me to the door like a dog,”[/color] Jonah grumbled, opening the door, a bit baffled at what Sin had done. Looking back, over his shoulder, he offered to the remaining souls in the kitchen, [color=#a44866]“Text me if you need anything. Be good, kids. No sex talk in front of my Right Hand,”[/color] he clicked his tongue and winked at Danny. Rather than wait for a response, Jonah made his exit, knowing time was of the essence. His phone vibrated like crazy. Text messages from Zo. His shopping list was getting longer. 

Another staring match went down between the two remaining seniors in the kitchen while Danny got up to take his plate to the sink. The sound of the faucet running as the younger boy began to wash all the dishes left in the wake of this morning’s breakfast mayhem was the only thing filling the sudden silence. Sighing as the contest continued behind his back, Danny finally spoke up after a solid minute and a half.

[color=#ff7f50]“You [/color][i][color=#ff7f50]guys[/color][/i][color=#ff7f50],”[/color] He whined, shifting from foot to foot as he set the pan aside to dry. [color=#ff7f50]“This is annoyin’. I can feel y’all starin’ without even seein’ it.”[/color]

Sin and Decky had both tilted their heads in Danny’s direction when he broke their concentration, but it was Decky who spoke first.

[color=#dc143c]“Truce.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“That wasn’t a question.”[/color]

[color=#dc143c]“[/color][i][color=#dc143c]Truce[/color][/i][color=#dc143c], Sin.”[/color]

[color=#009e60]“Fine,”[/color] She relented, sticking her tongue out at Decky. [color=#009e60]“Go take a fuckin’ nap before you pass out at the party tonight and waste all that good faith you earned with Green.”[/color] She headed over to the sink while Decky scoffed behind her but got up and headed to his and Danny’s room nonetheless. Sin hip checked little Danny to the side when he put his latest dish down, relegating him to drying duty while she went elbow deep into the dirty dishes with reckless abandon. [color=#009e60]“Alright kiddo, I wanted to have a bake ‘n’ dish, but it looks like it’s dish ‘n’ dish today. Gimme the debrief.”[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]