Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Lullaby of Woe

What was meant to be a simple investigation—all the while rum-running—was eerie. The factory was barred in steel, and the faint smell of rust was in the air. Nico and Serafine made sure they were all locked in, but not enough to be completely trapped. The dust coating any service brought in the dim gloominess of the abandoned factory. Minimal sunlight burst through and graced its presence with its comfort. It was now overcast outside, overly monochrome and dull...

But the annoyance of Rocky's music was enough for them all: he wasn't trying to be annoying! It was...happened. Nonetheless he continued to play happily, though slowing down the moment Serafine gave him multiple nonverbal warnings and once–overs. She stepped through the entrance of the factory, pacing, her heeled shoes letting off an echoing clicking noise.

"So where's de booze at? Mr. Sweet didn' give us any instructions." She stepped over debris, holding her Boudreaux tightly. She turned carefully, ears flattening on her head.

"Mhh, probably hidden under someting." Nico replied in a low tone, standing on her right. Serafine turned her head now, eyes narrowed, and Nico's brows rose. "...sis." He shook her arm.

"Hmm? You said someting?" She hummed.

"...yeah. I did." Nico hesitated. He watched with slightly narrowed eyes. "Did you go deaf in your right ear, sœur?"

"Non, I didn', just...focusin', at de moment..." Serafine answered him reluctantly, stepping away from him: truth be told, after she was shot in the ear, it had become difficult for her to hear from her right ear. But she didn't want Nico to worry! She could handle herself just fine! Right...?

"I said de booze is probably hidden under someting." Nico repeated himself calmly, and Serafine let out a scoff.

"Of course it is." She rolled her eyes. She watched her brother carefully, noticing and remembering how he was carrying his old baseball bat. "...did you bring dat crusty bat o' yours?"

"Yeah, why?" Nico made a face.

"Use your damn gun, Nico! I dunno why you brought dat ting when it's 'bout to break!"

"I'm gon' use dis 'til it breaks!"

"Oh you stubborn ass—"

"Serafine, shove it!"

While the two argued and bickered quietly, Rocky tripped over some rubble, flailing his arms out and landing on his face. He popped back up quickly after hearing glass clinking. He brushed and pried off any and all debris covering the glass, and his eyes sparkled. There were bottles of booze, lying about.

"Dionyisian delight...! Liquid gold!" He marveled. Ivy moved over quickly, letting out a small gasp.

"Well, we finally got something..." Freckle gave a small grin

"Yes!" Ivy punched the air. "Now we gotta transport it back!"

The Savoy siblings equally arched an eyebrow, then walked over to the Daisy Trio.

"Mhh, you three seem to be excited of dis much alcohol...dere's barely anything dere!" Serafine mused.

"But it compensates for the past adventure we embarked on!" Rocky chimed in, perking up.

"Ooh yeah, dat little incident." Nico chuckled.

"Mhmm," Ivy hummed, giving a small frown. "...you don't feel upset about it, huh—"

"Non, chérie." Serafine admitted, chuckling. "It's all a part of de business!"

"Should we find out if there's any more bottles? We could always split apart." Ivy tilted her head, her tail flicking.