I know you'v been asking about me

[Macbeth]

Macbeth just watched him numbly, not caring what he was thinking or how he chose to express it. Hell, if he'd smashed her face instead of the milk crate, she probably wouldn't have cared. There were times--lots of times--when she just stopped caring altogether.

[tshamien]

Tristan got quiet all of a sudden and then lit a cigarette. "What'd she look like, the baby?"

[Macbeth]

"Like Ada," Macbeth snapped, caught off-guard. "Why do you care?" She didn't believe that bringing a child into the world gave you some kind of magical connection to it. Her mother had walked out on her and Ada, and Beth had never sought her out again. Family were the people who were there, who looked out for you, not a pair of strangers joined by blood--so what did it matter, lying about the death of a kid he'd never known?

[tshamien]

"Cause I care, is there something wrong with you? It was my kid! Are you shocked that I actually feel shitty about it? That it bothers me...jesus," Tristan sighed heavily and raked his fingers through his hair.

[Macbeth]

"Then care," Beth said coldly with a shrug. "There's nothing I can do about it. You were the one who wanted to bring it all up again."

[tshamien]

"You're a real cunt ya know that? I didn't kill your fucking sister she basically killed herself. She was so stewed half the time she couldn't even stand up." Tristan sneered at her and then spat on the ground.

((I have no clue what ada was like I just get the feeling she was a hot mess loll)

[Macbeth]

((Oh, that's completely accurate. ^_^ She and Beth had a love/hate relationship because Ada was such a giant mess.))

Macbeth--who, for all her towering rages, hardly ever laid a hand on anyone, even when they hit her--punched him in the face as hard as she could. Not a slap, but a full-on punch, drawing her arm way back and twisting her fist the way they taught you in the Points. She might not have much in the way of strength, but whatever damage she could do, she'd just done it. Then she turned and walked out of the alley, not caring if he followed her, not caring if she was going to be dead within seconds. She would die too angry to feel anything else at all.

[tshamien]

Tristan had let Beth punch him, he'd winced and felt the blood trickling down his mouth which he wiped away immediately. Then he stormed after her, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her back into the alleyway. He knew he could hurt her, he could hurt her so badly yet instead he just turned her around and slammed her into the wall.

"If I find out you fucking lied to me about my kid I will punch you so hard you wont wake up for three days." He glared at her fiercely. The didn't call him the lion for nothing.

[Macbeth]

"She wasn't your kid," she snapped. She was Ada's. She's mine. She stood there and stared him down, since there was no point in trying to walk away if he was just going to grab her again. Her hand, however, crept under the hem of her dress and found something pinned to the top petticoat. Feminine clothing had its advantages. She was not getting soaked in an alley without fighting back.

[tshamien]

"Yeah she was, I made her didn't I? I take care of my own! If I'd have know about her I woulda helped your sister! She didn't even tell me!" He let her go and glared at her. Tristan needed a stiff drink right now or he needed to punch someone. He did have some sort of ethical code, he didn't beat up on women.

Tristan took a step back from her and lit a smoke, he pulled stray tobacco from his lips. He glanced back at Macbeth one more time and headed out of the alleyway. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be with his family, his children...the ones he still had.

((She doesn't know about Mikey and Lucy does she?))

[Macbeth]

((Nope, but she could find out easily enough if she asked people about him. OR we could wait and make it a big dramatic reveal. ))

Macbeth watched him go until he was out of sight, then pulled out the switchblade anyway. It felt good in her hand right now. She traced a thin line along her arm with the tip of it and stared numbly at it for a moment. Michael's old trick. It never seemed to make him feel any better, and it wasn't doing anything for her, either. She popped the blade back into the handle and walked home, and every person who saw her in the streets backed away in a hurry, seeing her expression and blood running down her arm.

[tshamien]

((OH! that can be arranged, so easy actually, he could be at the park with Mikey giving Nevada a little bit of a break so she wouldn't know about the baby MUAHAH, but he might tell her god we're so devious. SHould I start it?))

[Macbeth]

((I say we wait a bit, just because Beth's still in panic mode. She's gonna be hiding Jo and rallying her allies. ^_^ And probably paying Rae a visit too...but after that, if she just stumbles across him and Mikey in the park, it will be hilarious, in a horrible and dramatic kind of way.))

[raven]

((Okay, sounds good. She can pay a visit to Rae whenever she likes, just gimme the word. At this point Rae is ginormous by the way, bout to drop, just so you know. Rae is hating life right now LOL))