Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2019 3:22 am Post subject: Remus/Astrid REBOOT
To say things had been an adjustment since leaving home would be an understatement. He was thankful that his Uncle Navrik decided to take a chance on him and let him recover at his place for awhile. He still was recovering, but he didn’t want to burden anyone with taking care of him. Natas made sure Remus knew he was a dud, a failure and of course, a burden. He tried his best to make up for his short comings though, do what he was told the firs time, anticipate the instruction even. If either parent directed him to kill or eat someone, he would do it. In his younger years, talking back would get him kenneled. So as an adult, he made good on being quiet and not asking many questions.
But Navrik understood that, he had a similar persona under his sister. He tried his best to give Remus some direction about how the real world works, though at the end of the day it’ll just take time. But he was doing alright for himself, he had gotten a tiny studio apartment but the size wasn’t so important. The building was quite rundown, probably had black mold among other things. But his landlord didn’t bother him, and let him pay cash for everything and didn’t ask any questions or for identification. He seemed to only care that Remus didn’t cause trouble and paid rent on time, which he did.
Remus was able to get a job bouncing pretty easily. He was a larger man in terms of stature, he looked mean and had actually killed people before. The first couple clubs didn’t respond well to that last tidbit, but by the fourth interview at a club closer to manhattan, they seemed to be on board. His evenings were long and often eventful, he’d break up a dozen fights a night and escort a dozen more in couples for trying to fornicate somewhere in the club. He was good at it, that’s why the club owners preferred him on the club floor versus the front door, not being able to read really complicated checking IDs. He also had zero idea what made an ID real or fake, so that was someone else’s problem.
Tonight was like any other, he was patrolling the club, eyes scanning the crowd. At this point, he didn’t see the flashing lights, he didn’t hear the music, the only thing he was bound to notice once punching in, was mischief.
Rundin Dalca loved his wife, Valentina, fiercely. He thought she was beautiful, quick-witted, and independent, but for as much as he admired her as his wife and partner, he knew and understood that before their union, she was her father's headache. He knew and understood this because his own daughter, Astrid, was, if not anything else, Valentina's legacy, and his own wonderful, headache inducing child.
Tonight Astrid was in rare form. Not only did she manage to sneak right passed her father's office, but she did it all "half-naked", as Rundin would say, and in a pair of eight inch stilettos (which she obtained with money Rundin had given her for new school shoes of course). She met up with a few of her friends, all daughters of other Society officers though lower rank than her own father, and, like her father, she led her lackeys to a club she'd heard some boys at school boasting about.
It wasn't the most glitzed out place she had ever gotten into, and she did get into clubs and bars alike with frequency thanks to a handy little ID her brother's boyfriend got for her, but she decided it would certainly do. If anything, the music was on point and the free drinks coming from lusty men were flowing.
She had left her friends dancing on the floor and returned to their little table set up, which was stacked with various drinks. She reached for a water pitcher and a cup, which she'd asked for, and was pouring herself a drink when a hand was slapped down on her table. She followed the hand up the arm of a stunningly short man who looked all too arrogant in his smile.
"I sent over that cocktail for you. You haven't even touched it yet, doll, let alone said 'thank you'." He said, gesturing to one of the many drinks on the table.
Astrid quirked a brow and glanced at the drink before glancing back up at the man. Even with his hair blown out and up as much as he did, she could still see over the top of his head. Plus, he was far too smug for someone wearing as tacky of a tank-top as he was. Who wore fishnet these days?
She gave a sour smile.
"That's because I'm not interested, but thank you." She said before taking her water and turning to go. However, before she could take her leave post-snarky remark, the man reached out and grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
"Hey now, you don't have to play hard to get." He said, as if he were trying to flirt, though the grip on Astrid's arm said it was something more along the lines of hurt pride.
She jerked her arm away.
"I'm not playing. I'm not interested, now, leave me alone." She said to him as she whirled away again, only to be grabbed once more.
"Don't be such a bitch!" The man said, yanking her hard enough to spill her half-empty cup of water onto herself.
"Hey!" She yelled, trying to jerk away again, only to find he had a vice grip. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Remus could see a stumpy man clad in fishnet from across the club, he looked like he was up to no good and Remus was right. He had already been making his way over when he saw the man approaching a table that belong to a bunch of girls. As tight as a grip this man had on Astrid, Remus was about to match it.
He walked him behind the man and reached down to grab the arm that was grabbing the girl, he gave a hard squeeze and a little jerk.
“Don’t call women bitches and maybe they won’t be rude to you. It’s not up for discussion, walk or I will carry you.” Remus continued, grabbing onto the back of the mans shirt to pull him away from the table.
The man cursed and reached up to pry the bouncer's hand from his shirt before stomping his way towards the exit, or presumably the exit as he was almost immediately lost in the crowd.
Astrid clicked her tongue in annoyance at the man's back before looking up at the bouncer. Unlike with the angry little Napoleon man, Astrid's heart gave a little stutter when she saw how handsome he was.
"Oh, uh, thank you." She said, admiring him with a little, 'flirty', smile. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“You’re welcome, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” Remus had to lean down to ask, between being so tall and the loud music he didn’t expect the girl to hear him without being in her ear.
Astrid was unable to stop herself from flushing when the man leaned down to her level.
"Oh, no, I'm fine." She said, though, when she looked at her forearm, there were already finger shaped bruises blooming on her skin. She cursed. "My dad is going to kill me when he sees this." _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Follow me.” He said, nodding for her to follow him. “You can hold onto my sleeve, if you want to, so not to get lost.” He offered, putting out his arm for her to take.
Astrid flushed and perked at the suggestion and reached out to grab the very attractive bouncer's arm when it was offered to her. However, they were barely starting their way through the crowd when she felt her shoulders being grabbed by multiple hands and pulling her backwards.
"Hey! What are you doing with our friend!" Astrid looked and saw her friends defensively glaring up at the bouncer as they collected her "from" him.
"Talk to girls your own age!" One of them snapped.
"Yeah, don't be gross!" Another chimed.
When it was just Astrid, she could definitely blend into a bar and club crowd, however, when it was her and all of her friends, it was hard to deny how suddenly childish they all looked in comparison. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I was taking her to get ice for her arm,” he began, pointing at the girls injured arm. “I can just bring it to your table.” He nodded then before straightening out to go do so.
It didn’t upset or bother Remus the comments about his age. Remus wasn’t looking to pair up with anyone to worry how he looked. Of course he noticed collectively, the group looked rather young. But high schoolers snuck into the club all the time, all Remus cared about was that they were safe. So if anything he would be keeping a special eye on their table for anymore trouble.
"No, I can go with you. I'm fine, guys." Astrid said, giving her friends a look as she gently shrugged out of their reach. She reached out to retake the bouncer's arm again before he could shuffle off on his own. Without her. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Remus looked down as the girl rejoined his arm, he only gave her a quiet nod of acknowledgement before leading them through the crowd. The people peeled back and away for the bouncer though, giving him a clear patch to the little kitchen behind the bar.
“Wait here.” He said to her before going further into the kitchen to a smaller freezer, then fishing out a gel ice pack. He returned to her offering it out. “The bruising can’t be helped, but the ice should help. If you’d like to go home, I can call you a car?” He offered.
In the kitchen was quiet in contrast to the main floor, not being surrounded by people or speakers, the bass did cause the glasses on the shelf to quiver but that was about it. Not needing to yell, or have his voice distorted by music, Remus’s voice could be heard clearly. It was deep and smooth, a very slight Spanish lilt in some of his pronunciation. Some how his voice matched his face perfectly, narrow dark eyes and arched brows. His hair was messy, mostly pushed back with a few renegade locks, probably from jerking Napoleon around. Although there was a sense he probably always looked like that, almost right with a slight ness that would keep him out of place.
Remus never cared to be handsome or ugly, though he had heard it remarked he looked like his Dad, a sharp nose and long face, very european features. Sometimes his Mother would call him ugly, but if he looked like his Dad then he wasn’t positive that was true.
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