"Bullshit. You're no cops." Tempest said, her voice even as the two were led inside. "Try again, asshole.' She growled as the gun was pushed into her back.
"You need a serious attitude adjustment." The voice growled back, almost sounding like it had a voice disabler on it.
"So, you got us now. What're your plans?" Tiffany asked, her tone bored sounding and unshaken. She pretended to be preoccupied with examining her nails.
"Kill you." The guy replied, pointing to a spiraled staircase that led downstairs to a musty smelling basement. He pushed Tempest lightly to make her start moving.
"Betta try again." Tempest reached back, elbowing him as Tiffany knocked the gun out of his hand. There was a scramble for the gun. Tiffany fought the muscular framed guy and the gun went flying yet again. Tempest grabbed it, after it fell closest to her in the second scramble.
"Don't move or I'll shoot!" A not so calm voice yelled, breathing hard as he walked up, also masked as he saw his friend having the gun to his head. His gun was aimed right at her and her gun was aimed at the first hostage taker. She raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I'll kill her. Put the gun down." The guy threatened his arm now around Tiffany's neck from behind.
"You don't think I'll kill your boy? He has an attitude." Tempest said, mockingly. "Let her go." Tempest ordered, her chin held up defiantly as she cocked the gun to her soon to be victim's head.
"Enough of this." A familiar voice called, turning on the garage's fluorescent lights.
"Ice?" All four thugs said out loud, turning around and sounding shocked. He walked in, dressed in his faded jeans, Indians jersey, hat on backwards and with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Put the damn guns down. NOW." He ordered with force as she headed to the tiny makeshift bar to fix a drink. Tiffany and Tempest took off their masks, followed by the other two gun toters.
"Brian? Dom? Holy shit!" Tempest held her stomach, suppressing a laugh. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or wail on them and Ice. Brian grinned boyishly as Tiffany stared at him, mouth opened and jaw dropped.
"I thought you were starting to suspect us so..." Brian trailed off, trying to find the right explanation.
"You're pretty good at hiding things, Mr. Brian O'Connor." Tiffany folded her arms as she circled him, vulture style, her eyes narrowed. He held his head straight and only grinned when she said his name with emphasis. He held her gaze ass she stopped on the right side of him, not wanting to break her eye contact. "Mrs,O'Connor is quite impressed, I have to say." She whispered in his ear, making him wrap his arms around her in relief.
"Ok, Ice. How long did you know we were all poppin trucks?" Dominic folded his arms, a hint of amusement in his tone and a grin on his face as Ice handed him a mixed drink.
"Long enough to spend hours laughin my damn ass off." Ice nodded and admitted, raising his glass before taking a drink.
"You need your ass beat." Tiffany tried to glare at her all knowing brother. It was hard to glare when she wanted to laugh in amusement as well as in relief to Brian's defensive and accusing behavior that had caused so many fights lately.
"I vote for Temp to do it,." Dominic grinned, rubbing his stomach where she had elbowed him.
"At least we know why you have been blownin J off so much." Tempest retorted. She grabbed the drink Ice was getting ready to finish up. He gave her a look of protest and was about to say something. "You owe me this, at least." She looked at him harshly, attempting to teach him a lesson with attitude.
"Aw, Hot, you gonna stay mad at me?" He asked, batting his eyes and sounding sad. He grabbed her from behind and kissed her neck. "Talk to me." He held her out and away from her and looked at her sincerely in the eyes. Then he kissed her. "You can't stay mad at me, can you?" He asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You're terrible." She hit him on the chest, then kissed him.
"Still think I'm a cop?" Brian asked, leaning on the stairway as he toasted with his wife.
"I'm still not sure." Tiffany gave him a playful grin.
"It woulda been great to see you guy's faces when Ice walked in." Roman laughed, later that night as they sat around the table in the upstairs part of the garage.
"Yeah, yeah." Tiffany opened a straw and blew the wrapper at him as she chewed on her cup of ice.
"We were just comin to say hi when you guys got hauled off to jail. It's funner and more of a rush when it's only two people. "Tempest informed them, sitting on Ice's lap.
"Yawl pull that shit with just the two of you? Damn." Tej shook his head.
"More than once." Tiffany nodded, her eyes on Brian's cheek and inspecting it.
"We're that damned good." Tempest laughed, only half jokingly..
'I'm sorry, Babe," Brian kissed her and pulled her into his arms and then sitting her on his lap.
'So am I. I didn't want to have to file for divorce, but it's done." Tiffany's tone was apologetic. Brian's relaxed body tensed up automatically.
"What the hell?" He sat up, looking panicked.
"I figured you were going to bust me and you were a cop so I had to. I went to find a lawyer." Tiffany took a drink, acting like nothing big was transpiring. She nudged Ice and Tempest's feet under the table to get them to play along.
"Now, come on! That is insane!" Brian's voice was raised, his gaze an ice cold stare as he sat up in his chair, angry.
"Insane is you believing me. Babe." Tiffany smiled, emphasizing and stressing the babe part as she winked at him. The crew burst into laughter as Brian realized he had been gotten.
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"Come on, J, come dance with me." Dre called, as she sat by the rest of their friends, drinking. Dre then climbed on the bar to dance coyote ugly style.
"Dom would kill me." Jordan politely refused, shaking her head. She was fighting the urge to call for a ride and leave.
"Dom's not here, remember?" Dre asked, jumping down. She handed another tequila shot to Jordan with a grin.
"Drink, drink, drink." The small crowd of friends Jordan and Dre were standing by began to chant. Tyne Abrams, Jessica Salinger, and Cherry Adams were all school mates of Jordan's and were glad to see her show up without her man.
"You chickening out on me, J?" Dre cocked her head playfully. Jordan shook her head, rolled her eyes, and downed the shot, still not moving.
"Hey J." Diego walked up, ad rink in each hand.
"Hey Di" Jordan hugged her excitedly, glad to see someone familiar and form the crew. Diego handed her one of the shots.
"Between you and Dre, yawl are gonna get me in some trouble." Jordan predicted after she downed the shot.
"Nonsense. We're just havin some fun." Diego waved off her concern. She took two more drinks from the bartender and gave Jordan yet another one.
"You ladies havin fun?" Junior walked up, his eyes on Dre, who was back to dancing on the bar.
"Tons.' Trinity replied with an impish grin. She knew her twin, Tyne, was also having just as much fun. She was concerned about Jordan, though, who seemed somewhat distant. The girls hadn't known her long, but could read her well.
'Your place is great." Cheery nodded as she sipped on her drink slowly. Trinity held up a drink to Dre. She smiled gratefully and jumped down.
"Let me go get you girls another round." Junior volunteered.
"Yeah, some of us need it." Dre stated pointedly, looking at Jordan.
"And some of us don't need any more alcohol at all." Jordan joked, taking the drink from the tray Junior was now holding. She downed the shot, not making a face this time. Her face was beginning to feel warm and her body was relaxing.
"A few more and our girl should be ready to join us up there.' Cheery told Dre, whispering as she watched Jordan.
"Hell yeah." Dre toasted her, one arm around her boy friend. He kissed her and then stared at her, with his infamous smile.
'Are you enjoying yourself, Adrianna?' He asked, using her full name and pulling her closer to him.
"You know I am." She replaced and kissed him back, laying her head on his shoulders.
"I'm goin to have them play our song," He nodded, kissing her one last time. "And I hope you decided to get back up on that bar." He grinned, and headed for the DJ.
""What's your song?" Jordan asked after she had downed two more shots, her eyes wide and innocent looking while managing to look drunkenly glossy.
"You so don't wanna know? Trinity shook her head, answering for her friend.
"Yeah. Sure I do." Jordan nodded, looking clueless. "Why don't'I wanna know?" Jordan asked, looking very confused.
"You'll see. Keep on a drinkin." Dre nodded, taking a drink herself. Jordan stared at her, still not giving up, her eyes batting at her friend jokingly. "Drink up. Knowing Junior, it'll be next song." Dre grinned at Diego, putting an arm around Jordan. Diego put an arm around the other side of Jordan, smiling and knowing Dre's train of thought.
"You guys gotta take one, too. Double shots, at that." Jordan told the group of girls, making them all laugh.
"Kay, double shots, it is. On the count of three.." Diego passed the out all a shot she had added more alcohol too. "Uno, dos..." She stopped in midcount. "J, why aren't you drinking?" She asked, folding her arms at Jordan's puzzled look.
"Waiting for you to count, silly." Jordan grinned, the alcohol hitting her more than she would admit. They all shook their heads and grinned.
"Corona Barbie is in the house, for sure." Trinity yelled, them all toasting.
"One, two, three." Diego counted, making sure Jordan drank up this time with a grin. "The Devil went down to Georgia' came blaring over the speakers and Dre jumped up. Her and Diego pulled Jordan to the bar. Dre pulled her up while Diego pushed her up, not giving her much for hesitation.
"Hell no, I am not dancing!" Jordan tried to object as Dre linked arms with her. "I can't dance. I got knee issues!" She yelled, though she knew they more than likely wouldn't buy it.
"Bullshit!" the two girls yelled, coughing and grinning. Jordan gave up the fight and followed Dre's lead rather than stand there like a bump on the bar.
"This is like a bad movie." Tiffany groaned as they crew walked in to the scene around them. She liked parties but this one just want' her type at all.
"Dom's gonna flip on our girl." Tempest grabbed Tiffany's arm and pointed to a drunken dancing Jordan on the bar top. "We should get her before he sees her, the ass he is." Tempest suggested but was tapped on the shoulder.
"You about to see an ass." Dominic strolled past them, his pace quick, breathing hard to control his temper, his pace now faster. He grabbed her after making the crowd move by his hands, by the legs at the knees. He carried her out in an even faster stride, his 'I'm mad at at the world look' on his face.
