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Post by Desdemona "Mona" Kensington on Oct 24, 2010 17:18:25 GMT -5
"Mona your brat's back here crying!"
Desdemona's hands held the rag that scrubbed the counter, lifting the head of a heavy drunk. "One moment Dave!" She could hear Adam yelling at the top of his little lungs.
It was closing time, but that didn't mean anything to a drunk. She pushed him gently, as he woke with a start. She smiled. "Sir, it's closing time." She gave a good hearted smile, and he smiled sloppily, obviously in for a rough morning of hangovers and lots of coffee. He stood, just barely able to walk towards the door.
She looked around O'Brady's, a soft smile on her face, hand on her hip. She leaned down, slumping against the counter.
"Mona! Your brat won't shut up!"
She smiled gently, walking to the backroom where her small son was crying in the arms of Madeline. "Thank you Dave. I appreciate you." She kissed him gently on the forehead, then she took Adam out of her daughter arms, as little Madeline leaned on the wooden beam. "Are we goin' home now Mama?" Her daughter's voice was tired and worn as she opened her eyes a bit to look to her mother.
She smiled, grinning to her little one, trying to put on a happy face for her. It had been a long night for all of them, every last one of them and she was sure her children were tired than she was. It was getting late. The bar closed at twelve, and she had "In a bit, I just have to make sure everything's pulled together."
She took a crying son out of the crook of her arm and held him out in front of her. "there there," she cooed, "Mama's here now." She checked the clock in the bar room, which read 12:35.
"Almost there," she mumbled, going back to work, cleaning up the floor with her son on her hip.
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Post by Fox on Oct 24, 2010 19:26:21 GMT -5
She checked the clock on the wall- 12:25.
Perfect. O'bradys was technically closed- she just had to wait till the waitress left, then she could venture to the back to snag some liquor. Usually, she went through the backdoor after hours- at about one or two. But, still. A new strategy was in order. So, she concealed herself, folded up in a shadow underneath the crook of the bar. Clutching her head, she knew the cause of her monstrous headache.
That screaming brat.
Folding her hands over her ears, she kept quiet for a while- until the clock read 12:35. Then, she just couldn't take it. Fox hated toddlers. Hated, hated, hated. They were annoying and whiny- bratty and stupid. What likeable traits were there to a kid? They weren't cute. At all. Despite the fact that nothing was cute in Fox's mind, babies were still the least adorable things on the planet. Heck, she couldn't even stand Les back in Manhattan.
"SHUT the kid UP!", she bellowed, not caring about blowing her cover.
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Post by Desdemona "Mona" Kensington on Oct 24, 2010 19:51:31 GMT -5
Mona jumped in the air, pratically dropping her son in the process, only causing him to wail louder. She clutched Adam to her chest again, bouncing him up and down, trying to calm him.
She turned to the wild looking girl who had appeared from under the bar. "Dave! Dave get a gun or something!" She looked to her with anger. "Dang it!" She looked to her, eyes bouncing back from her son to the girl. "God damn it!" She yelled, trying desperatly to calm her frustrated and tired son who refused to cease his yelling campaign.
She glared at the girl, who looked mildly familar for reasons she didn't quiet understand. Where she saw her from she couldn't guess, but that didn't matter.
Desdemona didn't need a reason to be cranky. She lived as a person who had a right to be angry. She was so tired of all of him. She turned from him, shaking her nhead, shouting over the cry of her son and Dave's complaining, as well as her daughter's quiet snores. "Look what you did!"
Finally, her son quieted down, asleep finally. She sighed, lowering her voice and slowing her motions so she wouldn't disturb the child's slumber that had taken forever to achieve.
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Post by Fox on Oct 24, 2010 20:02:06 GMT -5
"DAVE, if you get a gun, Im' considerin' this animal cruelty!", she retorted back at the Waitress's reaction to her recent shout. Not that she knew this Dave fellow, though. Although, Fox couldn't help but snicker a little bit. The woman had practically jumped into the air. Walking forward calmly, she placed her hands on the bar, glancing around wildly, ignoring the woman's glare.
"Well, it ain't my fault your kid can't shut up, lady", she responded snarkily. There was more then one reason that she should never be a mother. "Just do something to make that thing stop wailing!"
Tilting her head, she examined the waitress for a quick second. Angry. A bit broken. Two kids, and the girl looked relatively young. Fox couldn't recall that look- her mother had never looked like that. If anything, Fox's mom probably looked like her. Wild. Creepy. Reckless. But this girl was different- just a bit tired, maybe. Finally, the kid quieted down, becoming as still as a statue.
"You could've given it something to drink", she suggested.
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Post by Desdemona "Mona" Kensington on Oct 24, 2010 21:19:55 GMT -5
Desdemona mumbled, her child finally asleep on her shoulder. "Don't tell my baby to shut up. And he's not a thing. He's an angel." She smiled gently to her baby. "Isn't that right Adam. Your an angel." The baby's quiet snores were enough of a response for her. She loved her children. It was hard to know where they came from, but she wouldn't trade them for anything in the world, not even the happy lifestyle she had before.
She looked up to her. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that about my little angel." She rubbed Madeline's back, who had walked into the bar room and was leaning on her leg, glancing back at Dave who stood in the doorway, and then looking back to the girl. "We're closed. Very much closed. And I need to get back to the lodge so..." She waved her hand that had been on Madeline's back and waved it towards the door. "It'd be great if you'd leave."
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Post by Fox on Oct 25, 2010 15:37:15 GMT -5
"Lady, nothing is an angel these days", she responded vaguely. Mock-gagging at the woman calling the baby an "angel", Fox turned her eyes away. Mothers disturbed her. Little kids disturbed her even more. And this woman...couldn't have been much older then Fox, yet she had two kids on her arms. It had made her think a little of the newsies that she knew that had come from mothers who were too young to supply for them. Kind of made her think of Doll, but that thought was scary. "Jeez. Two kids?" she speculated out loud, removing her eyes from the window and pulling them toward the waitresses. She had no intention of getting to know this woman, but still. Curiosity killed the cat.
"Pfft. It would be fantastic if I did alot of things I was supposed to do." She fished a cigarette out of her pocket, hastily lit it and put it to her lips. Were you supposed to smoke around kids? She inwardly snorted. Not that she cared, anyway. Fox was a bad influence unto herself- she should never own a kid, and she should really never be around them. Shifting her icy eyes, she noticed a man in the doorway- one she'd actually seen before. He was probably the manager of O'Bradys- that or the bartender. She never cared to pay attention.
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