2021-09-19 - Motel Room Service

It's a familiar feeling. Like a sense of Deja vu. A repeated metallic non-to-gentle tapping against his brow until he begins to stir. And with it, the sounds and, in particular, smells of his surroundings. The distant smell of salty ocean air is overpowered with wet carpet, sweat, and despair. Slowly, Everett disentangles himself from spooning a, the, redhead at his side, and making a swat in the air, weak and slow that's followed with a tired groan.

His arm falls back to bed just as a baby makes a soft uncomfortable whimper somewhere at the foot of the bed, his chest bare to the mildew stained ceiling tiles that the slowly moving ceiling fan doesn't assist. And then, that sense of deja vu returns with a laugh.
Like a hyena, "Hehehe. Looks like he wants some more nap time, fellas." The voice is like fingernails down Everett's spine and causes his eyes to bolt open. Better than any coffee, he's awake, and bolts waist up in bed.

There they are. To his left, Dog holding a shit-eating grin and a Beretta 9mm both pointed at him. To the other side of the bed, Skinny Tony. His presence announced by the man's fantastic beer gut that loose, dirty jeans somehow manage to lift and keep up. Lastly, by the obligatory waist-high clothes table, Pervert Pete stands. Mostly with his back to the bed, in his arms, he holds Mew while he sways slowly. The drawers of the table have been opened and lined with clothing. So the drawers can serve as cribs. Mew, with a duckbill pacifier in her mouth, looks uncomfortable by the appraising look Pervert Pete gives her, even while trying to comfort her. Quentin's sitting upright, watching his half-sister, holding his drawer with one hand, the other has his thumb firmly in his mouth. All three men wear leather vests with a multitude of patches. The largest one, that Pervert Pete is showing off with his back to them, is the same that decorates Everett's back: the wickedly evil grinning jester.

As Dog steps back, waving the handgun at the couple in the bed, before addressing Everett again, his body shows an army green duffle bag on the small desk beside two chairs; the duffle bag is open and bursting with bundles of cash. The desk also contains Chinese take-out containers and Everett's pocket contents like keys. "You just don't learn do you?"

Waking up to people waving handguns and her babies being in danger, causes her to startle and she reaches for Quinten as quickly as her mom instincts can kick in. Mew.. her eyes fall upon as well and the little Lillian looks as if she might be a few months pregnant. When she tries to move, it's not as fast as she might and she groans a little "get away from my boy!" she says as she does not register much else. Was this another dream?

It's the same thought that occurs to Everett as well. The last time he was in this situation... it didn't end well for the pregnant woman he was with. And As Bean stirs and shouts, Everett puts his right arm out to protect her. Then takes a moment to look at it. It. It moved.
It's certainly enough of a distraction for Lillian to get out and grab Qaw, and then enough time for both Skinny Tony's big arms to unfold from his chest, and Dog's gaze but not aim to turn from the gorilla to the little redhead. He shakes his semi-automatic pistol, gesturing Bean to get back in bed with the baby if she likes. Pervert Pete looks down his four eyes at her, his aviator-style glasses thick with grease then turns his attention back to the little girl and grins broadly, "She's so pretty," Pete murmurs so himself, "... so sexy," holding the syllable long enough to make them sound like a snake hissing.
"Hey, hey. No more sudden moves like that or I might accidentally shoot something," Dog sneers. He turns his weaselly gaze to Everett then, "you remember that? What happened then? It'd be a fucking shame if there was a repeat. So keep your old lady quiet." He then nods towards the bundle of cash on the table, "So, what, Tiny? Is this your idea of a joke? You leave us broke and your fuck off. Is this supposed to make things better? Is that why you're here?"

Everett doesn't answer, at first, checking to make sure Quinten and then Bean is ok with a quick visual check. Then he looks to Pete, then to the thin frame of Dog, his jaw clenching, "Tell that gross fuck to give me my daughter or I'm going to fuck him with his own dick and then make him eat it."

Bean frowns a little as she gets her boy and sets him on the bed, there was a moment as she looks over to the brutes in her room. She frowns a bit as she tries to compose herself and think of how she can help. Ev's gotta have guns around right?" she looks under the pillows and moves her fingers behind the headboard the places he would most likely hide them. Mew had her attention for a moment and the little woman mentally reached out to the girl "Bite him" she encourages

The red-haired woman had no clue if her mental juice could or would even help

Everett provides a good distraction, glowering at the man with a gun while at the same time, issuing a very likely threat. And it's been a while since Dog and company have been on the receiving end of Everett's death glares. Dog pauses, his head tilts back. Tony looks immediately concerned for Pete who hasn't been paying any kind of attention.
Tucking a hand under their pillows, Bean meets the feeling of warm steel. It's not something he does at home, her instincts prove dividends. Or maybe she remembers.

Keeping his gun trained on Everett, Dog looks over to Pervert Pete as well as Tony, and when he notices the only thing the other man is looking at is the squirming, discomforted girl in his hands, Dog calls out to get his attention. "Hey. Pete! Give the man his baby. Let him hold her one last time."
The call of his name makes Pete lift his attention from the onesie clad girl who looks across the room towards the bed with hesitation. "Aww, do I have to? They aren't going to need 'em anymore. You said," complains the pervert. And then Mew goes into action. The duckbill pacifier is spat from her mouth and she repeats the word she's been saying for weeks, months. "Goof," she says, though her four front teeth have been joined by others, she still says the word with a little bit of a lisp.
She squirms, turns, and bites Pervert Pete as he looks down, sinking her mole-rat teeth into his right wrist. By the scream Pete makes, it isn't a pleasant sensation.

And as Pete sinks to the ground to his knees, the gorilla vaults from the bed like that was what he was waiting for. Dog's eyes go large, as do Tony, watching this little angel bare her teeth and then use them. Dog falls under a nude and violent Everett as his right-hand grabs Dog's gun to prevent the gun from being aimed, and his left curling into a steel ball, using it to repeatedly punch the wiry, smaller man under him; Everett's own teeth bared as though he might use them.

Bean finds one of Ev's guns, she knew he was hiding around somewhere and as he glowers at the other man with the gun, she finds the steal she was happy to find. This time she was thankful for her man's desire to protect his family and she clicks off the safety and loads a chamber.

She must have been practicing, who knew she even knew how to handle one. Loaded and aimed she levels the gun onto the pervert and without another thought she shoots Pete just as little Mew squirms down and the fire of the gun goes off.

The redhead is ducking down to opens her hands to accept mew into her arms "you're going to let us go... /now"

Skinny Tony raises his hands at Bean after he witnesses Pervert Pete going down, falling to his shoulder that doesn't now contain a slug and screams the cry of the wounded. His hold relaxed on Mew, young girl rights herself from the tumble. For a first few steps, she takes them on hands and feet before she steadies herself up on her two feet and wobbles over to Ottermum. She would have gone to her Dad, perhaps, but the naked man is still wrestling on the floor with Dog. A situation most men would rather not find themselves for one reason or another.

Proving to be more difficult a fight then a freshly woke Everett bargained for, or maybe something is still troubling him about his right arm. Or maybe it's the sudden and loud gunshot that rings out in the room that makes Everett stop his fight on the floor to look over his shoulder with vivid panic on his face even as his army green eyes meet Beans and sees everything is alright.
But Dog didn't get to be where he is without taking advantage of an opening. And with Everett distracted, Dog kicks the big man off him. Nudely and violently, Everett stumbles back and crashes against the furniture, upending the duffle bag full of cash along with the other items on the tabletop. Once there's a distance, Dog stands and points the Beretta down at Everett's chest. A long sadistic grin appears on the treacherous man's lips as the gun's barrel starts to track south down Everett's clothing less form.
"I shoulda done this a long time ago," Dog murmurs.
Everett turns his head and closes his eyes, his long hair wild over his face and shoulders.

Bean tries to interfere, this whole magic stuff was so new to her, she picks up Mew and puts her near her brother before she turns her eyes onto Dog, her eyes hard and she says it again "Leave my family alone!" she tries to sound as if she knows how to command such a brute and.... perhaps the little red-haired woman actually does know a thing or two. Gone is that trembling little thing Ev tormented by dropping trash on her table! She finally found her voice.

With Bean's outburst to Dog, who is far from a thug. Maybe more of a miscreant. Weak, skinny, and conniving, what Dog lacks in brawn he makes up for in brains. His bark is the club joke, is worse than his bite. And thusly he was nicknamed Dog.

Dog looks over his shoulder to the woman projecting at him. Nervously he licks his lips. Skinny Tony, however, doesn't need a moment to decide. With Pervert Pete bleeding out and wailing like a lovesick siren, Tony lowers his hands since there's little attention going on his way and bolts for the door, doing as his leader has lead by example so many times.
Dog notices, Everett notices as well. And with the nervous lip of his lips, Dog shouts after the rotund drinker, "TONEEE!" For just at that moment, sensing his own opening and risking the bullet, Everett kicks upwards, rocketing Dog's family jewels to the back of Dog's throat.

Unceremoniously and wide-eyed, Dog sinks to his knees grabbing his groin with his now empty hands. Before he falls over sideways, not unlike Pervert Pete, he groans in deep pain.
Everett stands, slightly out of breath. "Get the kids to the car, we gotta get out of here," he says, then kicks Dog's gun away.

Bean gathers the kids one to each hip, lord only knows what she will do when the third is here. She frowns a little as she waddles out of the room so long as no one was going to try and keep her. She holds the children but Que is being a brat and waggling his arms at Ev "Da Da Da, Mwwwwwwwwwwa! Mwwwwwwwwwa!" he asks for his kisses. So sweetly innocent of the danger they are in.

Waiting for only a few seconds to watch them leave and his little boy asks for kisses. Everett Looks down at Dog on the floor. The gorilla's half-smile quickly fades. One sharp kick to the ribs is all it takes to quiet Dog down, weather playing possum or not, Everett doesn't bother to check. Instead, he walks to Pervert Pete and gives him a harsh kick as well, mostly to make himself feel better than to make room to open the dresser drawers. He scoops the clothes the children were using for bedding and drops them to the bed. Looking around, he spies his keys on the floor where they were knocked from the tabletop, among the shrimp fried rice and scrabbles to pick them up as well.

Then, like the day he was born, Everett heads outside.
It's a handful of seconds before the rumble of an engine begins. Less than that when headlights turn on and illuminate the dark, cheap motel room. A few more seconds and a door slams, bare feet on concrete, and Everett returns to survey the room, his hair swept back.

He spies what he's looking for quickly, and crosses the room. Picking up the duffel bag, he retreats from the room again, listening to the stereo groans still going on inside. Not much longer the wheels of his Grand Prix spit loose gravel from the concrete parking lot.

Dust from the squeal out blows in through the open door as, just then, tucked behind the nightstand Everett was laying on, a phone screen illuminates. Vibrates. The screen reads 'Kiki'.