1989: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.
warnings: adult content, mature rea...
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A week had gone by and the sentiment of those three little words hadn't been acknowledged since. Though they had full-heartedly meant it, the thought of where they stood in their relationship after saying so frightened them too much to delve into it, frankly. Instead, they buried those feelings in that very room, so that it was back to business as usual. And since then, Craig Russo had stayed away from the club like he was warned and his cousins still hadn't come to Trigger Finger with guns blazing like they had worried. It was just too quiet which would have given someone from a different profession ease but for them, it sent them on edge. Alma knew that whatever could go wrong Bill could correct it. Reminding herself that even if he could seem careless he'd been in the game a lot longer than she had.
It was the following Monday after the Craig incident that Bill had asked Praline to stay after hours so that he could speak to her. Initially, he didn't want to involve employees from the club in on any conflict. He'd rather they all stay in the dark while he took care of things behind the scenes so that they could stay focused on their work duties with a general peace of mind. And although he trusted Alma's relay of information he wanted to hear it straight from the source and hopefully gather more details if there were any.
After Cooch left, he ordered Theo to stand guard outside the loft door and politely asked Praline to take a seat at his desk.
"So I heard you knew the guy we took out back? Is that right, hon'?" He lifted his brows as he leaned back on the front corner of his desk before her.
She looked nervous, fidgeting with the hem of her houndstooth two piece dress while shifting her eyes between Bill and Alma – who was sat in his desk chair. "I don't know him, know him like that sir."
"You don't have to call me, sir. We're just talking Rebecca," he assured.
She nodded taking a deep, shaky breath. "All I know is what I've told Echo. I haven't talked to the girl in my complex in a few months. But I know she still works at Russo's 'cause we come home around the same time. I-I can tell cause the light shines under her door when I pass by to get to mine."
"Hmm, but do you think he's someone we should worry about?"
"Well... Kansas said you kicked his ass pretty good so probably not?"
Bill bowed his head with an amused expression on his face for a moment. "Alright, then thanks Rebecca," he sighed. "Theo will walk you out."
Praline slowly got to her feet with a helping hand from Bill. She paused at the threshold, turning her head to speak once more before departing "Sir, I'll let you know if I see anything you need to know about. I actually really like my job here and I wouldn't want to do anything to lose it."
And nothing of importance had come up since then. That following weekend felt like a clean slate. Alma was in the loft alone, working on the bar staff payroll before doors opened but time had escaped her as she worked an hour into opening. She was typing away on a giant sputtering printing calculator when Bill came in with a giggling Violet at his side pulling at his tucked black button up.
