get up and go (c)

[Violet]

They were that and she'd had a rough night as it was, she had a feeling it would only get worse. Nights like these had a habit of doing that and she stepped out into the cold with Tristan, raising her shoulders against the cold breeze. Her shoulder bumped his arm as she walked next to him, letting out a breath. "Dunna if I should scold ya or thank ya..."

[tshamien]

"You should thank me," He said with a grin and then wrapped his arm around her, he could tell she was cold and he could shield her from the wind as they walked, "Stay close, it's freezing."

[Violet]

She glanced up at him when he wrapped his arm around her, but didn't shrug him off. He was warm, and she blew into her hands. "Aye... ya drive me up the wall, Tristan. Truth be told."

[tshamien]

Tristan laughed, "Well I'm surprised by that Violet. Why the hell do I do that?" He looed down at her with a smile as they walked.

[Violet]

"Oh you are not," she muttered though she shifted a little closer since he was warm and big. "You know exactly why you do it, and you do it on purpose because ya like to see me riled. Doncha even deny it."

[tshamien]

"course I do." he said with a laugh. She was small against him and he felt he could just envelop her in his arms. He wanted to.

[Violet]

She pinched him on the side but didn't react otherwise, she could admit to herself that she was comfortable under his arm. But she wasn't going to admit it out loud to him-- instead she lifted her head and pushed her hair behind her ear.

[tshamien]

It would be so easy to kiss her right at that moment, to claim her with his lips. Tristan looked down into her eyes, hesitating. He couldnt, shed slap him and tell him he was daft then start ranting about his womanizing. He cleared his throat and kept walking.

[Violet]

She saw him, her brow raising just a little bit when he looked into her eyes. She saw it, and her heart skipped a beat-- damn him to hell and back for that. No one else could do that, when he started walking again she shifted under his coat for more warmth. closer to his body. Damn. Damn.

[tshamien]

"Let's hurry, it's getting colder," He mumbled, leading her close and closer to home. He gave her arm a rub.

[Violet]

She nodded, ducking her head a bit as she picked up the pace though she stopped dead in the road when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. "Who's that..." She couldn't see it clearly but a glint caught her eye.

[tshamien]

Tristan immediately pushed her out of the way as the knife came toward them, raising his arm up to catch them blade. It lodged itself in the skin of his forearm and he growled before using his left hand to punch the man in the face.

[Violet]

"Tristan!" After he pushed her away she reached down into her boot and pulled out her knife before throwing it at the man behind the one that Tristan was fighting, he had a gun-- the knife embedded into his shoulder, tossing the gun loose. "Tristan! Grab the gun!" She was quick, and she was armed. She didn't just carry those things around for no good reason.

[tshamien]

Tristan shoved the guy off him and reached down, grabbing the gun. He aimed it at the two men and smirked.

"who sent you?" he said with a snarl, ready to kill.

[Violet]

The two men looked confused at that, both bleeding in some form, the one with a knife in his shoulder still on the ground where the force of the knife had dropped him. Vi wanted her knife back, she should have aimed for a kill instead of a wound.

"Ain't no one sent us..."

"Well save for Blackjack's got money out on Brookies... ain't that right Lonnie?"

"That's true... any Brookie."

Violet turned and looked at Tristan, her brows knit in confusing before she walked up to the one she'd stabbed and yanked her knife out of the wound. He gasped and yelped, trying to grab her but she just kicked him-- hard with her boot. "They ain't worth it Tris.. just gutter slime crawlin' out.."