"Hey Becky!" called an all too chipper voice from across the walmart parking lot.
its to early for this shit. should just cap the bitch and be done with it. Revy thought to her self. even tho it had been years since she had called her self that and changed to Becky, she would always think of her self as Revy. Instead she pasted the biggest smile on her face and turned to see the closest thing to a friend she had in suburban hell.
"Hey Cindy." and if that wasn't a name for a soccer mom, she didnt know what was.
Cindy smiled all to brightly and almost bounced over to her.
"So, how was the game last night?" she asked.
"Well enough. we didn't win, but it was close." Revy replied. Becky's daughter was on the girls soccer team, a team that revy found herself coaching. some where along the way from angry abused child to gunslinger she had lost her way, been left for dead and ended up doing a few less than legal jobs for uncle Sam in the shit of south America. having been shot one too many times, revy decided enough was enough and retired.
retired ment alot of sitting on park benches and yelling at kids, kids who happened to have no concept of teamwork and even less of kicking a damn ball. and in the funny way of small towns across america, she ended up at the local highschool, accepting the job of coach.
Isnt that what gunslingers do when they get old? sit in bars and tell tall tales? Revy was in her mid 40's, and had sworn off drinking after the alcohol had left her puking blood every morning. A 9mm parabelum to the liver didnt help either.
Revy closed her eyes and realized she wasnt listening to Cindy.
"Say that again?" the redhead said to the blond.
"I said were having a get together today, you should come over." Cindy said with here all to brilliant smile in place.
"nah, i got-"
"got nothing else to do. why not?" Cindy protested. a pause, "The kids are coming over for a party tonight. me and Jake will be out all night."
Revy muttered something that was not fit for human ears before answering.
"Sure. Fine." Revy knew she was a sucker for her girls. somewhere in the years since she had been force to leave that city, Revy had lost her anger, and all that was left was pain, a pain she wanted to protect her girls from. the world could burn, but her girls were hers damn it.
"See you at 6!"
9:45 found Revy the babysitter sitting in a chair as Cindy and Jake walked out the door, Leaving behind Clara, Cindy's daughter as she set stood akwardly in the living room.
"So coach, are you..." she trailed off.
"Sorry kid, im staying. you can thank you parents for that."
"Oh." the teen said, her face showing all kinds of unhappyness.
"Don't worry. As long as the cops don't show up, i don't care what happens. I'm too old for shit shit anyways." Revy proclaimed as she got up headed for the door.
"Don't fuck this up Clara."
two hours and a few miles later Revy walked back up to the house. Cars were parked on the grass and music was blasting.
"They really listen to this shit?" she muttered as she walked in.
"Oh hey coach-" one of the guys from the school said way too loudly as he tried to come up with a reason why he had a beer in his hand. before he could continue Revy snached it out from his fist and drained it before crushing the can and dropping it to the floor.
"If i have to play baby sitter then there's no way in hell im doing it sober."
"Um, yeah, sure thing."
Walking aimlessly around the house she at last found some quite in the game room. Half drunk kids were mashing away on controllers blasting away at each other with m16 and rpgs on screen. the sound of gunfire from the tv was oddly soothing, and soon between the beer, the missing parts of her liver she closed her eyes.