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Post by Spencer Blackwell on Apr 3, 2016 1:30:37 GMT 2
I was never one for pretenders but everything I tried to be just wouldn't settle in. There was silence. So much silence. The room felt hollow, his own presence invasive. Then Bishop stood and began to adjust clothing. Spencer swallowed hard, knowing what this indicated. Of course, he'd signed himself up for this, so it only made sense to follow through. He kicked his jeans off the remainder of the way, considering crawling onto the bed, but was too nerve-struck to really do so. Hesitantly, he removed his shirt and tossed it, watching it crinkle into a pile of cloth on the floor.
What did I get myself into, now? Who knew. Would it be gentle? Rough? He assumed rough. Bishop looked as pissed off as ever, his eyes boring holes into Spencer as he went back into don't-make-eye-contact mode. His skin crawled with the fearful anticipation. Should he remain or get onto the bed? He chose the bed, tentatively, and lifted himself to it before settling onto it, sitting on the edge. He tried hard to not stare, but it was honestly hard not to.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 3, 2016 1:47:14 GMT 2
It didn't take him much effort to be understood and yet Spencer seemed to hesitate for a moment before complying and joining the flow of actions. The man had brought this upon himself, not the other way around. Could Bishop refuse? Of course he could. The only person he couldn't refuse such a thing to was the Bianchi godmother, and even then who would even want to refuse? But in this present situation it was best to blow off steam this way rather than taking it on anyone who didn't deserve it. If Bishop even such a bumped into Valeria Bianchi on his way back at the mansion he could already imagine what spawn of anger and trouble it could create. His first encounter with the woman didn't end up well, and they had made each other a favor to avoid being together in the same room.
He removed his belt and pants, slipped off his shoes and socks before carefully removing the buttons of his white working shirt. The numbers of buttons he or others had broken was beyond measure, explaining his care and slow pace to remove them. He didn't remove his shirt however, since it made him feel bare not to have it, and he hated to feel weak, especially in bed. One could argue he had no weakness to show for Spencer, but it was a habit he learned to appreciate. The man was already on the bed, his slim figure looking like it could break at the slightest of tension. The bodyguard crawled right on top of him and took his undone tie from around his neck, tying it nicely around Spencer's neck. The sight itself was pretty spectacular, or such a big guy with that thin man.
He held the tie and put a strong hand upon the man's chest, intending to get on with this without any 'big' casualties.
[Fade to Black]
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Post by Spencer Blackwell on Apr 3, 2016 5:07:49 GMT 2
I was never one for pretenders but everything I tried to be just wouldn't settle in. When he woke, he was clearly unsure how long he'd actually been out, but it was obviously long enough. He glanced around the room, finding every sign of Bishop non-existent. He sighed, then removed himself from the bed to get dressed. Nobody said a word to him as he walked out, head down. The sun was threatening to make it's way over the horizon and he found himself swearing, having missed more money. Thankfully, there was still street Johns to be had, so he cleaned himself up as well as he could at a water fountain a few blocks down and got a long drink for his dry mouth.
Spencer observed his surroundings closely, street wise even if not good socially. He picked a direction and power-walked along, covering quite a bit of ground in a short time. Within the hour, he was in a new corner of Chicago, with early morning hookers striking up conversations until Johns pulled up. After that, it was every girl for herself. Spencer, on the other hand, was the only male who wandered this section of the city, which is why he was typically in the area. Unfortunately, it was also where he'd been squatting.
Passing the house was hard. He walked slowly, pausing at the door, staring at the window-less shack that couldn't really be called a house. Whatever it was, it was home... was. Jenna was gone now and it was time to move on.
Two Johns and $500 later, he decided it was time to actually sleep. He located a small park that wasn't very well cared for, but had a bench to sleep under. He pulled his jacked over him like a blanket and used his arm as a pillow and passed out, the plan to not go into work at all tomorrow heavy on his mind.
♕307 w. can either end or continue, up to bishop!
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 3, 2016 11:44:29 GMT 2
The man had left Spencer in the bed with a loosened tie around his neck while he got dressed. The strange night had become rather normal because of this last event. What wasn't normal was the whole talk and drug action. When he finally put back his clothes on he reached out for his tie and put it back around his own neck. He took out the money from his pocket and frowned at the pile of green. He simply threw it on the table without bothering to count what was in there and slipped it into Spencer's coat pocket. What was in there? Like, 800 bucks? Yeah that must be about it. Bishop had money to spare, you should see how much he's ben paid through the years of being a bodyguard. He didn't lack in that field of life.
He walked out of the room, unlocking it and closing back the door without paying attention to the noise he was making. Once he reached the locker he changed his clothing, like he did the day before and exited the building to take the car to the Bianchi Manor. How did he come to live there? Well someone had to keep an eye on the family 24/7. He wasn't alone of course, and that was why he worked at the Tiger Den twice a week. Usually he coincided those days with Theresa and Shaun's own plannings. When they were at the mansion and didn't have to go out for any conference or meeting, or anything else that would require the man's presence.
Once inside the mansion he went back to his room, setting his clock to 5am and working out for quite a bit before he found himself ready to go to bed. He didn't think about what happened, and during his next shift at the Tiger Den, which should be next week, he highly doubted to see Spencer again. It wasn't his problem anymore, but if he saw the man carrying heroin or any other types of drug with him inside the Den, then Bishop wouldn't bother and will touch a word of it to Shaun. The firing order would probably be immediate. And Bishop would have no emotional attachment to refuse.
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