mini!Crack
-this is really just mush-flavored filler ;)
DG was listening to Raoul tell a story about the kids at school when her phone rang. She backed toward the bar and raised an eyebrow at the sight of her sister's name on the screen and looked up to Raoul.
"Hello?" she asked, tentatively.
"Hey, Gracie."
"Hey, Del," she responded, causing Raoul's eyebrow to go up, too.
"What's up?” DG’s eyes narrowed.
"Not much... And you?” she asked, shrugging to Raoul, who was making faces at her response.
"Oh, y'know... work... I was wondering," Delia began. "What are you doing this weekend? Or next weekend?"
"Uh," DG started, not actually sure.
"I was just thinking it might be fun if you came down here for a few days. We could hang out, catch up..." Raoul laughed at the look on DG’s face and she threw a towel at him.
"Hang on, one sec," DG said and dropped the phone, covering the speaker with her hand.
"What's up?" Raoul asked, nodding to the phone.
"My sister wants me to come and hang out for the weekend," DG whispered, pushing the phone toward him.
"So, go," he offered, shaking his head. DG reared back and gave him a look. "Will it kill ya?" he asked with a shrug.
"No," DG mumbled.
"Your sister wants to hang out with you, Dee," he shrugged again. "Take it." He pushed up from the bar and walked away, leaving DG to stare at the phone for a moment. Since the Battle of the Bands, she'd talked to Delia a couple of times, but it was mainly just in a 'Hey, how are ya?' or 'How's the weather up there?'
What could they possibly have to talk about? They couldn't exactly cover eight years of history in a few days, could they? If she didn't go, however, who was to say she'd ever have the opportunity again?
Wyatt would tell her to go, reminding her that she wanted to reunite with her sister. Ambrose would tell her it was an opportunity to close a door and open a new one. Dad would want them to be a family again. Swallowing her pride, DG brought the phone back to her ear.
"Sounds like a plan," she said with a nod.
"Really?" She could hear glee in her sister's response.
"Really," DG confirmed.
"I'll take care of your travel arrangements- which is better for you?" Delia rambled out quickly.
"Um," DG started, trying to remember if there was anything planned for the weekend. "Monday's better than Friday. Either..."
"Okay," Delia replied. "I'll call you back," she added and DG stared at the phone for a moment after the call ended.
"What's up?" Wyatt asked, moving to the bar and pointing to the phone. DG glanced up and gave him a look of complete confusion.
"I'm spending the weekend with my sister."
"Really?" he asked. "Hmm," he added with a slight shrug. "Good for you." DG set the phone down and moved over to the bar.
"Did you have something to do with this?" He would.
Wyatt shook his head. "Yeah, because I have that kinda time, to call you sister up and plan get-togethers. We started planning eight years ago," he snipped. He reached over the bar for her hand and squeezed it. "This one is all her, Gracie. I had nothing to do with it. Conor, maybe... but not me."
DG laughed slightly and shook her head. "If I end up on MTV, I swear..."
Wyatt laughed and stepped up on the stool to lean over the bar for a kiss. "Make sure you plug that awesome Boston band, Protection Detail," he kidded.
Kinda.
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DG got back into town around eight on Monday night and decided to go straight to the Zone instead of going home. It was on the way, after all, and she was rather wired from the flight.
Being a Monday, the Zone wasn't packed, but there was a steady crowd. She tipped the cab driver and nodded to the two college-aged kids who held the door for her and her bag. She threw a wave to Margaret, who was letting a set of tourists try to impress her, and worked her way through the crowd.
DG dropped her bag in the office and stretched, wondering if she should have gone home after all, but was soon pulled into a hug from Ambrose. "Hey, love. When did you get back?"
"Just got here," she smiled, stepping back to take a look at his attire. "Fancy," she nodded.
"I have a date tonight," Ambrose said with a wink.
"You're gonna stink after the show," she said, making a face. Ambrose smirked and stepped away, heading back out front.
"'s okay. Date's gonna start in the shower." The smirk yielded another wink and DG forced a tight smile, trying to get that image out of her head.
"Hey!" she heard a moment later, turning to see Hank and Wyatt coming in from the loading dock, each with a case of beer. She threw them a wave and turned as the phone rang. She pulled the case from Hank's arms and nodded for him to get the phone as Wyatt stepped around her and moved into the storage room.
He set the case down, pulled on the door which led to the cooler and DG ducked under his arm. Hauling up the case again, Wyatt followed her in and set the case down again. He moved over and took the bottle from her hand, placing it back in the box.
"You can't leave again," he said, pulling her into a kiss. DG smiled and her hands moved to his back as the kiss grew in intensity, until he backed her against the cold wall. She smiled as he pressed kisses to her neck and mumbled: "Did you have a good time?"
"Uh huh," she breathed.
"Did you get to be on MTV?" he asked, leaning back and looking down at her. DG smiled and shook her head.
"No." He frowned and grumbled before shrugging and kissing her again. DG managed to pull away and grinned.
"I did bring you a present, though."
"You did?" he asked, very interested. DG nodded. "Well?" he shrugged. DG smiled again and pulled him close.
"Later," she teased. He growled slightly and kissed her again.
"Hey, Loverboy!" the heard, and both turned toward the voice. There, through the refrigerated case, was Margaret. "Curtain was, like, three seconds ago," she informed him, nodding toward the stage behind her.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes as she shut the door and returned to the bar. He turned back to DG, who was trying not to laugh, and frowned. "Never leave her in charge again. She's mean."
"Go," DG said, pushing on Wyatt's hip. "Sooner you guys get done, the sooner Gee can get to his shower."
"Eww," Wyatt frowned before pressing another kiss to her lips. "Love you," he said quickly, and then rushed for the door, leaving DG to shake her head and stock the cooler.
DG was listening to Raoul tell a story about the kids at school when her phone rang. She backed toward the bar and raised an eyebrow at the sight of her sister's name on the screen and looked up to Raoul.
"Hello?" she asked, tentatively.
"Hey, Gracie."
"Hey, Del," she responded, causing Raoul's eyebrow to go up, too.
"What's up?” DG’s eyes narrowed.
"Not much... And you?” she asked, shrugging to Raoul, who was making faces at her response.
"Oh, y'know... work... I was wondering," Delia began. "What are you doing this weekend? Or next weekend?"
"Uh," DG started, not actually sure.
"I was just thinking it might be fun if you came down here for a few days. We could hang out, catch up..." Raoul laughed at the look on DG’s face and she threw a towel at him.
"Hang on, one sec," DG said and dropped the phone, covering the speaker with her hand.
"What's up?" Raoul asked, nodding to the phone.
"My sister wants me to come and hang out for the weekend," DG whispered, pushing the phone toward him.
"So, go," he offered, shaking his head. DG reared back and gave him a look. "Will it kill ya?" he asked with a shrug.
"No," DG mumbled.
"Your sister wants to hang out with you, Dee," he shrugged again. "Take it." He pushed up from the bar and walked away, leaving DG to stare at the phone for a moment. Since the Battle of the Bands, she'd talked to Delia a couple of times, but it was mainly just in a 'Hey, how are ya?' or 'How's the weather up there?'
What could they possibly have to talk about? They couldn't exactly cover eight years of history in a few days, could they? If she didn't go, however, who was to say she'd ever have the opportunity again?
Wyatt would tell her to go, reminding her that she wanted to reunite with her sister. Ambrose would tell her it was an opportunity to close a door and open a new one. Dad would want them to be a family again. Swallowing her pride, DG brought the phone back to her ear.
"Sounds like a plan," she said with a nod.
"Really?" She could hear glee in her sister's response.
"Really," DG confirmed.
"I'll take care of your travel arrangements- which is better for you?" Delia rambled out quickly.
"Um," DG started, trying to remember if there was anything planned for the weekend. "Monday's better than Friday. Either..."
"Okay," Delia replied. "I'll call you back," she added and DG stared at the phone for a moment after the call ended.
"What's up?" Wyatt asked, moving to the bar and pointing to the phone. DG glanced up and gave him a look of complete confusion.
"I'm spending the weekend with my sister."
"Really?" he asked. "Hmm," he added with a slight shrug. "Good for you." DG set the phone down and moved over to the bar.
"Did you have something to do with this?" He would.
Wyatt shook his head. "Yeah, because I have that kinda time, to call you sister up and plan get-togethers. We started planning eight years ago," he snipped. He reached over the bar for her hand and squeezed it. "This one is all her, Gracie. I had nothing to do with it. Conor, maybe... but not me."
DG laughed slightly and shook her head. "If I end up on MTV, I swear..."
Wyatt laughed and stepped up on the stool to lean over the bar for a kiss. "Make sure you plug that awesome Boston band, Protection Detail," he kidded.
Kinda.
----
DG got back into town around eight on Monday night and decided to go straight to the Zone instead of going home. It was on the way, after all, and she was rather wired from the flight.
Being a Monday, the Zone wasn't packed, but there was a steady crowd. She tipped the cab driver and nodded to the two college-aged kids who held the door for her and her bag. She threw a wave to Margaret, who was letting a set of tourists try to impress her, and worked her way through the crowd.
DG dropped her bag in the office and stretched, wondering if she should have gone home after all, but was soon pulled into a hug from Ambrose. "Hey, love. When did you get back?"
"Just got here," she smiled, stepping back to take a look at his attire. "Fancy," she nodded.
"I have a date tonight," Ambrose said with a wink.
"You're gonna stink after the show," she said, making a face. Ambrose smirked and stepped away, heading back out front.
"'s okay. Date's gonna start in the shower." The smirk yielded another wink and DG forced a tight smile, trying to get that image out of her head.
"Hey!" she heard a moment later, turning to see Hank and Wyatt coming in from the loading dock, each with a case of beer. She threw them a wave and turned as the phone rang. She pulled the case from Hank's arms and nodded for him to get the phone as Wyatt stepped around her and moved into the storage room.
He set the case down, pulled on the door which led to the cooler and DG ducked under his arm. Hauling up the case again, Wyatt followed her in and set the case down again. He moved over and took the bottle from her hand, placing it back in the box.
"You can't leave again," he said, pulling her into a kiss. DG smiled and her hands moved to his back as the kiss grew in intensity, until he backed her against the cold wall. She smiled as he pressed kisses to her neck and mumbled: "Did you have a good time?"
"Uh huh," she breathed.
"Did you get to be on MTV?" he asked, leaning back and looking down at her. DG smiled and shook her head.
"No." He frowned and grumbled before shrugging and kissing her again. DG managed to pull away and grinned.
"I did bring you a present, though."
"You did?" he asked, very interested. DG nodded. "Well?" he shrugged. DG smiled again and pulled him close.
"Later," she teased. He growled slightly and kissed her again.
"Hey, Loverboy!" the heard, and both turned toward the voice. There, through the refrigerated case, was Margaret. "Curtain was, like, three seconds ago," she informed him, nodding toward the stage behind her.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes as she shut the door and returned to the bar. He turned back to DG, who was trying not to laugh, and frowned. "Never leave her in charge again. She's mean."
"Go," DG said, pushing on Wyatt's hip. "Sooner you guys get done, the sooner Gee can get to his shower."
"Eww," Wyatt frowned before pressing another kiss to her lips. "Love you," he said quickly, and then rushed for the door, leaving DG to shake her head and stock the cooler.