2007-05-16: RAWR NAGRY PEOPLE RAWR

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Summary: LACHLAN SO ANGRY. ELENA SO ANGRY. LACHLAN MAKES PACO PEE.

Date It Happened: May 16, 2007

RAWR NAGRY PEOPLE RAWR


Outside the Gomez Apartment, Queens, New York

She hadn't left the apartment. She had to make sure Heidi was well and deep into her sleep before Elena decides to venture out again for the day to replenish drinks in her refrigerator. The area where she lived in had its share of variety stores, so she steps out and trots across the street to grab some liquid. She buys a variety, all in different bottles, including some Gatorade for Manny. And then, she walks back towards the Gomez Apartment. She is, of course, oblivious to what's about to happen. Namely a raging, infuriated, pissed off Scotsman about to wring her scrawny little neck.

This is where Lachlan will find her, standing at the front door of her apartment building, fumbling with her keys and trying to look for the one that let her inside. She's dressed in a pair of jeans, a tanktop, and jacket today. It's starting to become very long. But it looks like night has descended, the street illuminated by lamps. It is somewhat chilly, but nothing that can't be staved off by a simple jacket.

Though he's only been to Elena's place once before, Lachlan has a fun way of navigating the streets of New York: dogs. He can pick up where he is just by the familiarity he has with the strays in the area. This ability has gotten a lot better since he's been without his own pair of dogs for so long. And oh yes, he's very much not a happy Scotsman. Elena is one of the two people he is most displeased with right now, and having had no ability to sleep, he decided that the best thing would be to track her down and give her a piece of his mind. Up the steps of the apartment building he strides, and he's just glancing over the names on the buzzer list when he notices that, uh, hey. There's the girl he was wanting to see. Right there. His face contorts into an even deeper scowl. "Hey," he growls. It's not a friendly sound.

For someone who could take hits like a tank, Lachlan can certainly be quiet when he wants to be. Elena turns around, and the face that Lachlan sees today is -exhausted-. There is a blink, as if she didn't recognize him for a bit - and it's only the accent that clues her in as to who it is. And he looks pissed. "Hi, Lachlan," she says, rubbing her face and unlocking the door to her apartment building, stepping inside and giving him room to follow her in. Surely he's here for a reason - Lachlan doesn't usually look for her unless he has to. "What's up?"

Oh, Lachlan's got a reason, all right. He doesn't follow Elena in, though. He steps forward to stand in the doorway so that he can't be shut out, but he doesn't exactly enter the building. Nope. What he's got to say won't take too long. He looms in the entrance like some mountain of pure Scottish annoyance, complete with the smell of scotch on his breath and the Scottish brogue. V. Scottish. And ragey. "Do me a favor," he snarls. "Next time ye think ye've got somethin' ta say ta Cass 'bout me, keep yer bloody trap /shut/."

She blinks when Lachlan growls at her. Elena stares at him for a bit as he steps inside, and cuts a rather intimidating presence. Big, angry, and -mean-, she's seen him beat someone with a potato and get it somewhat bloody. She's seen him bash someone's cranium on a bartop. She's seen him nearly kill someone with a chair. Lachlan was the sort of man she would never want to run into in a dark alley, much less be mad at her.

But today was the wrong day to get snippy at her. She has a crying woman who might've just lost her husband to take care of, a doomed woman who may or may not end up being her father's second chance at happiness living with her. She's trying to deal with her own mental trauma about what happened to her by herself, trying to -avoid- someone who she can't seem to shake out of her radar, and her own would-be murderer stopping by now and then wanting an ear. The week had been full. And draining. And incredibly shitty and now -this-.

She crosses her arms over her chest as she narrows her eyes at him. "What I say to Cass about you is usually geared to trying to keep you out of trouble so -she- wouldn't get hurt," she growls, the sound thrumming from the back of her throat. "You're a tank, Lachlan, if the world ends you'll probably be the only one left along with five cockroaches. If you're talking about your plot to kill someone, you're free to get mad and STAY mad at me for a while but I did what I had to. You don't exactly listen to -anyone- unless it's Cass."

Fortunately, Elena hasn't done anything that would override Lachlan's sense of camaraderie toward her. He won't strike her. She's a woman and she's young, and that makes her doubly protected. That doesn't mean he won't shout or rage at her, however. She /did/ cross a line, and though he won't put her face through the wall, he can sure bellow. "/Yeah/? Here's a bit o' advice fer ye: STOP PUTTIN' YER FUCKIN' NOSE WHERE IT DOESNA B'LONG." Ohhh, can he bellow. "Fer yer /bloody infermation/, s'no' likely we /would/ o' done it. An' even if we /did/, d'ye /REALLY/ think it would o' been a /bloody LOSS/?" This … this probably is not a conversation they should be shouting out in public, but the man's not exactly rational right now.

That was it. THAT WAS IT. Elena suddenly throws what she's carrying to the side and stomps up to Lachlan. He may be taller. He may be bigger. He may be MEANER. But she…she…she…..she can YELL JUST AS LOUD. So she does. "HOW IS THIS NOT MY -FUCKING BUSINESS- WHEN YOU HAD THAT SORT OF CHAT TO BEGIN WITH PARTLY BECAUSE OF ME?" she rages, the golden flecks in her dark eyes standing out and a crimson flush appearing in her cheeks. "AND DON'T YOU DARE GIVE ME THAT, I WAS TOLD IT HAD BEEN SERIOUS! SO -EXCUUUUUUUUUUUSE ME- IF I THOUGHT IT WAS! Not like murdering ANYONE or even plotting to murder ANYONE was logical! I don't know what I WOULD feel if she had been found floating in the Hudson, all I know is that she's CONNECTED and if she got offed by ANY one of us, we're ALL SCREWED. So FORGIVE ME if I PANICKED enough to MAKE SURE that it doesn't happen! I only did what I did because I was worried about YOU. AND JACK. AND EVERYONE ELSE WE CARE ABOUT. FORGIVE MY PARANOIA BUT IN MY CASE I DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS MUCH OF A -STRETCH-!"

"D'YE THINK SHE'D BE DOIN' ANY DIFF'RENT TA /US/?" Anyone out on the street and in the nearer levels of the building would be able to hear this squall-fest. The volume of Lachlan's voice does not diminish when Elena steps right up to him. Nope. It gets louder. Because she obviously can't hear him so close unless he's shouting full-on into her face. "D'YE THINK SHE'D O' DONE ANY DIFF'RENT TA YE? Wha' happens when on o' US winds up DEAD b'cause o' /HER/? 'Re ye gonna tell me, 'NAH LACH, NAH, DUNNA KILL 'ER, THA'S NO' GOOD'? Sure, yeah. Let 'er PICK US OFF ONE BY ONE. THA'S THE BLOODY WAY TA GO. THA'S THE FUCKIN' WAY TA LOOK OUT FER US ALL."

Someone's standing out at the foot of the stairs staring up at the Scotsman's back with wide eyes. The poor guy with the sack of groceries looks at a loss as to what he should do. He … he kinda has to get into the apartment building so he can put away his groceries, but there's a huge Scotsman and a little Latina screaming at each other in the doorway. Screaming about killing people. Maybe he shouldn't interrupt.

"SHE'S FUCKED IN THE HEAD, LACHLAN!" Elena yells. "TORTURED UNTIL SHE HAD A SWISS CHEESE HEAD STARTING FROM WHEN SHE WAS EIGHT. YOU HONESTLY THINK GOING AFTER HER IN A HOMICIDAL RAGE IS GONNA HELP ANYTHING? WHAT IF SHE GOT AWAY? THINGS WOULD'A ONLY GOTTEN WORSE!" So there they were, standing toe to toe with each other, and shouting at each other's faces. "AND THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN. YOU KNOW WHY I KNOW THAT? BECAUSE WE'RE ALL TOO DAMNED STUBBORN— " And pretty. "TO GO OUT THAT WAY. All I know is doing ANYTHING TO HER wouldn't just get us. It would get US, OUR FAMILIES, AND OUR DOGS. CATS. WHATEVER PETS WE HAVE. SO, AGAIN, -FORGIVE ME- WHEN I'M JUST TRYING TO ENSURE WE ALL GET THROUGH THE NEXT FEW MONTHS ALIVE AND OKAY. I CAN ADMIT I WAS PARANOID. I CAN ADMIT I WAS AFRAID. CAN -YOU- ADMIT THAT -MAYBE- PLANNING ALL OF THAT WAS JUST A -LITTLE- BIT HASTY??"

She blinks, and whirls around, seeing the older gentleman at the foot of the stairs in the front of the building with his cane and a paper bag in his hand, a baguette sticking out of it. "…..hi, Mr. Peterson," Elena mutters.

Mr. Peterson shuffles around Lachlan a bit. "Hello, Elly. Don't mind me, I'm just….putting my groceries away." He hobbles up the stairs, without looking back. He pauses, and murmurs. "I….don't want you to take this the wrong way, dear. But he looks a little too old for you." And with that, he closes the door to his apartment building.

She stares at the door, her jaw hanging open.

No, Lachlan can't admit that he's wrong. Elena isn't Cass. Cass is the only person he'd ever admit that to. "D'YE WANNA KNOW WHA'S BLOODY HASTY? YER TELLIN' CASS THA' I WAS GONNA KILL THA' BITCH. THA' WAS HASTY." And then? Then he's interrupted by a Mr. Peterson and his groceries. He shuffles a few steps out of the way to give the man room to get by, glaring at him the entire time. When Mr. Peterson adds his input and disappears behind his door, Lachlan stares. /Stares/. Then: "PISS OFF, 'M NO' OL', YE RICKETY OL' BASTARD." Everyone gets some Scottish rage. And oh look, here comes someone down the stairs of the apartment building who just pauses and stares, her chihuahua starting to bark ferociously at nothing at all, feeding off the Scotsman's own telepathic thoughts.

"OH GEE, I WONDER WHY I TOLD HER THAT. MAYBE BECAUSE YOU -WERE-," Elena rages, stomping her foot down and…well, for once in her life? Acting like her AGE. And then, Lachlan YELLS at the old nosy bastard. And granted, Mr. Peterson WAS being nosy, but she yells. "YOU GOT IT ALL -WRONG-, MR— AND YOU STOP YELLING AT HIM," she rages at Lachlan. YELL AT ME, damn it! No interruptions! So the torrent of fiery words continue….and then the old, dumpy lady comes in down the stairs, with the raging chihuahua.

"……" the old lady says.

"RAWRARWARWRWARWRWAR!!!!" yells Paco, the little chihuahua. And while Elena can't understand the dog, Lachlan certainly can. OHMYGODIT'SLOUDINHERESOMEONE'SANGRYANDOHMAHGODWHATISHE-WEARING-THATISSOLASTSEASON.

"'LL BLOODY YELL AT 'IM IF I WANNA," rages back Lachlan. "DUNNA /BLOODY/ TELL ME WHA' TA DO." The chihuahua is practically in a frenzy by now. The poor thing's head might explode. "AN' YEAH, YER A REAL BLOODY FUCKIN' /HELP/. NOW CASS THINKS I'M A MURDERIN' /ARSE/!"

"RAWRAWRAWRAWRAWRAWRA— !!!"

"/SHUT THE BLOODY FUCK UP, PACO/!" Lachlan's yelling at /everyone/ tonight, and the chihuahua falls deathly still — then promptly wets the carpet on the stairs. Well, looks like he doesn't need to go out anymore.

"LACHLAN YOU'VE BEEN AN ARSE SINCE I MET YOU BUT IT WORKS FOR YOU SO I DON'T LET IT BOTHER ME AND I'M PRETTY DAMNED SURE IT DOESN'T BOTHER CASS!" Elena yells back. And while Paco's head might explode, the young Gomez girl's body COULD explode with all the fire that she was spewing out towards the Scotsman. "She was all hearts and flowers the last time we talked about you, which was earlier -today-! And Cass isn't fickle with her feelings! So don't you give me that shit! If you're so worried about it I think you ought'a just spit it out and tell her!"

As Paco pees on the stairs, the old woman gasps, snatching up her dog and stomping out the door. "You BEAST!" she huffs at Lachlan as the back door -slams-. Her poor baby, yelled at by the big mean Scot. Young men had no respect anymore. None!

And following behind the woman is a trail of chihuahua-pee. Oh the humanity.

Huff. Huff. Huff. Huff. Lachlan honestly has no response to Paco's owner or to Elena, so he just stands there glaring. And glaring. And breathing. And glaring some more. Goddamn it. What is it with these women and their feelings and their /talk/ of feelings that disarms a good bout of old-fashioned RAGE? It makes him /angry/. But he can't really be /angry/ about it because of the /feelings/ and /talk of feelings/ and — that's it. Lachlan should just swear off women for good. Right after he sleeps with Cass one more time. Yes. That's it. He just needs to quit Cass. Dunno how he'll do that, but he will. Someday. Maybe.

… he needs a drink.

The Scotsman heaves a sigh finally and turns his glare on something that isn't Elena. Looks like she's won this round.

Oh my god that is so gross. The trail of pee leads out the back door. She's so gonna need to Batman up the staircase bannister just so she could get back to her apartment. Elena? Is around the same shape as Lachlan is right now, panting, glaring, and breathing. She's got her fists clenched on her sides, staring at him with those feral, gold-hinted eyes. And then, something about what she sees in his expression causes her own to soften.

Epiphany crashes into her like a MAC truck.

Lachlan was only -really- pissed because he thought this entire thing jeopardized his relationship with Cass. Somewhere deep within her angry little latina body, is the 'aww.' It was….romantic, actually.

She turns away, and picks up the bag of plastic bottles full of drinks that she had brought. She doesn't say anything to him for a while. Instead, she yanks out a cold bottle of water, and offers it to him.

"I'm sorry."

Yes, she's apologizing. And she sounds tired….and even pretty damned regretful about it.

"I didn't mean to cause any trouble between you and Cass. It wasn't my intention." She looks over at him somberly. "She loves you. A lot. It's gonna take more than this for her to stomp away from you. I was just…telling her today that I envied you and her. She said while to the outside world you two look like a trainwreck, it doesn't feel that way."

That water bottle is glared at. /Glared at/. Because it is not scotch. So Lachlan doesn't accept it. He just shakes his head and scowls at Elena — or the floor at her feet, actually. After having almost lost Cass two times already through his own stupidity, he's a bit touchy and paranoid that he's going to screw up again and completely blow that precious third chance he's currently got going. Cass /did/ say she loved him before she left the apartment, but that doesn't make him much less afraid. The Scotsman just grunts softly and says nothing comprehensible.

The water bottle is lowered. So Elena unscrews the cap. She takes a swig. Her voice was hoarse, so she uses the liquid to quench the pins and needles on her throat. Capping the bottle, she scrutinizes Lachlan's expression carefully. He's scowling. Then again, he usually does when he's being sulky. "Cass isn't…look, you probably know her better than I do these days," she says, her voice taking on a rougher timbre given she was yelling so much. "But you know she's not the type to just…love one person, then not love them in the span of a day. She's not like that. It's kind of what makes her unique around here, you know? But if you have any doubts like that, it's probably a good idea to let her know about it. Because she can probably make you feel better in the drop of a hat by saying you have nothing to worry about. It's easy for anyone outside of your relationship to say those words, and you know as well as I do that you could hardly give a shit if it comes from someone else. So get it from the one who really matters."

Again, Lachlan remains silent, peering at that spot in front of Elena's feet as though it holds all the answers. Then he glances up at her face, frowning. "Yeah," he mumbles flatly, blandly. Then, he turns to go. "'M goin' home."

"Okay," Elena says, and while she feels bad….it'll probably return in full force tomorrow. After Heidi, and everything else that came before, she was just tired. So when Lachlan steps out, she closes the door behind him. And then she'll go up the stairs, avoiding the trail of pee. Getting up the fifth floor, she doesn't open the door. Instead, she puts her back to it, and slides down, dropping on her knees and thumping her head back into the door. No crying. She's not crying. She's shed, and has seen people shed, too many tears this entire week. She was going to suck it up. Curling her legs up, she wraps her arms around them and rests her chin on top of her knees.

As always, she'll deal with how she feels alone.

She preferred it that way.

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