06-11-2014, 05:32 PM
Hood took a long pull of his beer as Connor and Jensen gave their excuses. So both men seemed to realize that what they had done had been incredibly ill-advised, yet neither seemed likely to refrain from doing it again. Maybe a bit better prepared, but he somehow doubted they had learned their lesson. And he wasn't likely to be around the next time.
"Wasn't there to save any lives, preacher."
The fellow had that air about him. Maybe that was what Hood didn't like about the man? He had faith in something other then himself. Hood had been like that once; loyal to flag and country, but that had grown unimportant to him over the years. Either that, or Jensen was some new-age hippy shit. If that were the case, at least he was proactive about changing the world. "I was planning to scare those shit-bags off. You just gave me an excuse to stretch my legs."
He didn't bother glancing over his shoulder at who the two men had spotted behind him. Hood grinned a mean smile, and leaned back in the booth, head half-turned to cast his voice back but still watching Connor and Jensen, "Cut these two some slack, Charlene. I already popped one of their cherries tonight."
Charlene threw her head back and laughed, one hand raised to cover her mouth and cast Jensen a smokey look. She had a rather feminine, sultry voice, "Well, if he wants a different kind of cherry, I'll be right over here."
She also had a subtle hint of an Adams apple, if seen at just the right angle, casting some doubt as to what she was packing beneath that dress.
Hood chuckled and grinned at Jensen, giving the man a quick head jerk Charlene's way and a wink, then took another swig of his beer, "Now what the fuck's gone wrong in your lives that you're roaming Zamoskvorechye district and picking fights with the mafia? You want to rack up a whole lot of ass-hurt, I hear Charlene there's a far softer hand outside the boxing ring. "
"Wasn't there to save any lives, preacher."
The fellow had that air about him. Maybe that was what Hood didn't like about the man? He had faith in something other then himself. Hood had been like that once; loyal to flag and country, but that had grown unimportant to him over the years. Either that, or Jensen was some new-age hippy shit. If that were the case, at least he was proactive about changing the world. "I was planning to scare those shit-bags off. You just gave me an excuse to stretch my legs."
He didn't bother glancing over his shoulder at who the two men had spotted behind him. Hood grinned a mean smile, and leaned back in the booth, head half-turned to cast his voice back but still watching Connor and Jensen, "Cut these two some slack, Charlene. I already popped one of their cherries tonight."
Charlene threw her head back and laughed, one hand raised to cover her mouth and cast Jensen a smokey look. She had a rather feminine, sultry voice, "Well, if he wants a different kind of cherry, I'll be right over here."
She also had a subtle hint of an Adams apple, if seen at just the right angle, casting some doubt as to what she was packing beneath that dress.
Hood chuckled and grinned at Jensen, giving the man a quick head jerk Charlene's way and a wink, then took another swig of his beer, "Now what the fuck's gone wrong in your lives that you're roaming Zamoskvorechye district and picking fights with the mafia? You want to rack up a whole lot of ass-hurt, I hear Charlene there's a far softer hand outside the boxing ring. "