Chocolate #16, Amaretto #30, Vinegar #16 + Rainbow Sprinkles
Title: A Stand-Up Guy
Prompts: Chocolate #16: pride, Amaretto #30: to the death, Vinegar #16: reject if seal is broken, Rainbow Sprinkles
Rating: PG13 for sexual references and language
Characters: Tommy “The Angel” Adams, Detective Harry Lancaster, Sergeant Mark Pole
Summary: Sometime after Firebird is the boss. A stand-up guy is one that sticks by the Family even to his own detriment. There’s a good chance that I’m playing fast and loose with the finer points of the law here, but I can’t be bothered to do an hour of internet searching for a two page story. What can I say? I’m a lazy bum.
“How long have you been in the Blaze Family, Angel?”
Tommy Adams shrugged. “I’ve never been good with dates.”
Detective Harry Lancaster nodded, expecting no less. Adams was known on the streets as The Angel because of his soft curly hair and good looking baby face, but that was the only thing angelic about Tommy. He was a twenty five year old hardened criminal and a Soldier for the Blaze Family. He made his living picking up collections from the Blaze protection racket and putting the hurt on any poor souls that were dumb enough to try and cheat the Blazes by skipping out on their gambling debts.
“Let me lay it to you straight, Angel,” Detective Lancaster said, leaning forward across the table. “We caught you redhanded. This is your third strike. If we don’t come to an understanding right here, you’re going in the pin for at least a nickel, and I’ll do everything I can to make it a dime. You’re a good lookin guy-”
Tommy interrupted the Detective with a chuckle. “Are you trying to make time with me, Detective? Sorry, I don’t eat hotdogs. Only tacos.”
“That’s too bad because I can promise you’ll get nothing but hotdogs shoved down your throat while you’re in jail.”
“You can, can you?” Tommy asked, more to be obtuse than because he actually cared.
“Don’t make light of this, Tommy. I’m talking about doing serious time here. But I’m in a position to make your life a lot easier. I can talk to the DA and get you put in a nice place for a much shorter time than what you’ll get if I don’t help you. But I need something in return.”
“And what exactly are you lookin to get?”
“Tell me what you know about the Blazes. You’ve seen a lot, heard a lot, and you can tell me all of it.”
Tommy snorted and rolled his eyes. “No, I can’t.”
“If you’re worried about the Blazes getting back at you for flipping on them then I can promise that won’t happen. We can take care of you.”
“You overestimate yourself. There’s no one that can protect a rat from the Blazes,” Tommy said condescendingly. “But that’s not why I won’t ever talk.”
“Why then?”
Tommy’s smile widened. “Because I’m a stand-up guy, Detective. You could give me a hundred years in the pin and I still wouldn’t betray my family. I’d take the chair and I would fry with a grin on my sealed lips.”
Lancaster stood up in disgust. It was like this every time. If he did manage to bring in a Blaze, a feat in and of itself because of all the dirty cops he worked alongside that were on the Blaze’s payroll, then the guy would just laugh in his face at the thought of turning over on the Family.
“Yeah, well, I’m going to do everything in my power to see that happen,” Lancaster growled and moved to the interrogation room’s door.
“But you want to know the best part, Detective?” Tommy leaned back and put his handcuffed hands behind his head. “When I look out for my family, they look out for me twice as much. I bet you that pretty little cop pension that you work so hard for that I won’t go to the pin. In fact, I bet you I’ll be out of here before the bars close tonight.”
“Keep fuckin dreaming, you schmuck.”
-()-()-()-()-()-()-
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Detective Lancaster shouted at his superior. “Tommy Adams is getting off on an arrest technicality? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Keep your voice down, Detective,” Sergeant Pole snapped. “If your boys get sloppy when they bring ‘em in, then I can’t book him. That’s just the way it is. I don’t like letting the Angel go any more than you do.”
“Yeah, I can see you’re real torn up about it,” Lancaster growled, walking away before he did something stupid.
Pole grabbed Lancaster’s arm and jerked him back around. “What are you implying, Detective?”
Lancaster knew that this was not the way to confront a dirty cop, especially one that had superiority over him. “Not a thing, sir,” he said, though it hurt to give his respect to such a disgrace to the badge.
“You watch what you say, boy, or you’ll find yourself in water way over your head,” Pole warned.
“Hey Detective!”
Lancaster looked over his shoulder and saw Tommy Adams by the front entrance, looking dapper as ever. Tommy pushed back the sleeve of his expensive black suit and looked at his even more expensive gold watch. “The bars are still open. You wanna go for a drink? I’ll buy.”
Lancaster’s glare should have been able to kill, but Tommy didn’t fall down dead. Instead he touched two fingers to his head in salute and walked out of the station into the arms of his family, grinning the whole time.
“Goddammit!” Lancaster growled, hitting the wall with his flat hand. When he’d been a little kid dreaming about becoming a cop and protecting the world, this wasn’t at all what he had imagined.
Prompts: Chocolate #16: pride, Amaretto #30: to the death, Vinegar #16: reject if seal is broken, Rainbow Sprinkles
Rating: PG13 for sexual references and language
Characters: Tommy “The Angel” Adams, Detective Harry Lancaster, Sergeant Mark Pole
Summary: Sometime after Firebird is the boss. A stand-up guy is one that sticks by the Family even to his own detriment. There’s a good chance that I’m playing fast and loose with the finer points of the law here, but I can’t be bothered to do an hour of internet searching for a two page story. What can I say? I’m a lazy bum.
“How long have you been in the Blaze Family, Angel?”
Tommy Adams shrugged. “I’ve never been good with dates.”
Detective Harry Lancaster nodded, expecting no less. Adams was known on the streets as The Angel because of his soft curly hair and good looking baby face, but that was the only thing angelic about Tommy. He was a twenty five year old hardened criminal and a Soldier for the Blaze Family. He made his living picking up collections from the Blaze protection racket and putting the hurt on any poor souls that were dumb enough to try and cheat the Blazes by skipping out on their gambling debts.
“Let me lay it to you straight, Angel,” Detective Lancaster said, leaning forward across the table. “We caught you redhanded. This is your third strike. If we don’t come to an understanding right here, you’re going in the pin for at least a nickel, and I’ll do everything I can to make it a dime. You’re a good lookin guy-”
Tommy interrupted the Detective with a chuckle. “Are you trying to make time with me, Detective? Sorry, I don’t eat hotdogs. Only tacos.”
“That’s too bad because I can promise you’ll get nothing but hotdogs shoved down your throat while you’re in jail.”
“You can, can you?” Tommy asked, more to be obtuse than because he actually cared.
“Don’t make light of this, Tommy. I’m talking about doing serious time here. But I’m in a position to make your life a lot easier. I can talk to the DA and get you put in a nice place for a much shorter time than what you’ll get if I don’t help you. But I need something in return.”
“And what exactly are you lookin to get?”
“Tell me what you know about the Blazes. You’ve seen a lot, heard a lot, and you can tell me all of it.”
Tommy snorted and rolled his eyes. “No, I can’t.”
“If you’re worried about the Blazes getting back at you for flipping on them then I can promise that won’t happen. We can take care of you.”
“You overestimate yourself. There’s no one that can protect a rat from the Blazes,” Tommy said condescendingly. “But that’s not why I won’t ever talk.”
“Why then?”
Tommy’s smile widened. “Because I’m a stand-up guy, Detective. You could give me a hundred years in the pin and I still wouldn’t betray my family. I’d take the chair and I would fry with a grin on my sealed lips.”
Lancaster stood up in disgust. It was like this every time. If he did manage to bring in a Blaze, a feat in and of itself because of all the dirty cops he worked alongside that were on the Blaze’s payroll, then the guy would just laugh in his face at the thought of turning over on the Family.
“Yeah, well, I’m going to do everything in my power to see that happen,” Lancaster growled and moved to the interrogation room’s door.
“But you want to know the best part, Detective?” Tommy leaned back and put his handcuffed hands behind his head. “When I look out for my family, they look out for me twice as much. I bet you that pretty little cop pension that you work so hard for that I won’t go to the pin. In fact, I bet you I’ll be out of here before the bars close tonight.”
“Keep fuckin dreaming, you schmuck.”
-()-()-()-()-()-()-
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Detective Lancaster shouted at his superior. “Tommy Adams is getting off on an arrest technicality? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Keep your voice down, Detective,” Sergeant Pole snapped. “If your boys get sloppy when they bring ‘em in, then I can’t book him. That’s just the way it is. I don’t like letting the Angel go any more than you do.”
“Yeah, I can see you’re real torn up about it,” Lancaster growled, walking away before he did something stupid.
Pole grabbed Lancaster’s arm and jerked him back around. “What are you implying, Detective?”
Lancaster knew that this was not the way to confront a dirty cop, especially one that had superiority over him. “Not a thing, sir,” he said, though it hurt to give his respect to such a disgrace to the badge.
“You watch what you say, boy, or you’ll find yourself in water way over your head,” Pole warned.
“Hey Detective!”
Lancaster looked over his shoulder and saw Tommy Adams by the front entrance, looking dapper as ever. Tommy pushed back the sleeve of his expensive black suit and looked at his even more expensive gold watch. “The bars are still open. You wanna go for a drink? I’ll buy.”
Lancaster’s glare should have been able to kill, but Tommy didn’t fall down dead. Instead he touched two fingers to his head in salute and walked out of the station into the arms of his family, grinning the whole time.
“Goddammit!” Lancaster growled, hitting the wall with his flat hand. When he’d been a little kid dreaming about becoming a cop and protecting the world, this wasn’t at all what he had imagined.