Post by Malleus on Mar 18, 2015 22:48:18 GMT -6
Standing in the Warehouse he shares with Aerynn Donnelly in Las Vegas, Shonn Maguire heads down the stairs from the second level to find his old friend, Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson milling around by the door all by his lonesome. Shonn pauses and just shakes his head as he stands there on the steps. Donnie almost never went anywhere without Davis “Doomsday” Delacio and finding him alone here was surprising, cute and exceptionally dangerous owing to Donnie’s tendencies towards oblivious destruction. Deciding maybe he should go downstairs before Donnie breaks something and wakes up Aerynn, Shonn hurries just a little faster than normal.
Shonn Maguire: Donnie… Davis go tae his probation officer?
Donnie nods, grinning stupidly as only the big man can.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: Yessa, he wents like he sposed to!
Shonn nods his agreement.
Shonn Maguire: When do ye have tae go next?
Donnie starts to answer but pauses as he has a sudden realization hit him.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: Isa don’t rightly knows whens I gotsta go…
Unable to stop himself, Shonn laughs. As Donnie stands there confused, Shonn pats the big man on the back.
Shonn Maguire: God save me, Donnie, don’t ever change!
Donnie nods, not really sure why.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: I won’t…
Shonn nods and then starts to walk towards the practice ring set up in the back area of the first floor.
Shonn Maguire: Come on then, let’s have a go…
Donnie nods, smiling and following Shonn to the ring.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: Okeetay.
Shonn can’t help but snicker again as he continues to the ring.
Shonn Maguire: I need ye tae help me practice fer whot will try n’ take me on Monday, Lad. Vince Jones is a monster o’ a man an’ will try tae break me like I’ve nay had ennyone have a go at me since we were inside…
Donnie nods.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: What does ya need, Boss?
Shonn frowns, pondering this dilemma. As he does, the phone in his pocket rings.
Shonn Maguire: Bloody hell, now whot?
He reaches in and pulls the thing out, looking quickly to see who.
Shonn Maguire: Shite…
He nods, turning away from Donnie for a second to answer.
Shonn Maguire: Da?
The voice of his father, Shen Maguire, comes rocketing out of the speaker into his ear.
Shen Maguire: I thought ye said ye had nothin’ tae bloody worry about!
Shonn nods, frowning.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, I did…
The older man’s voice comes screaming back almost immediately.
Shen Maguire: Then whot is tha I hear abot ye being visited by Feds?
Shonn’s eyes close.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, had a good talkin’ tae…
Shen Maguire: An’ whot did ye talk abot?
Shonn shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Some bloody Spaghetti Sucker whot got hisself a bullet in the head. I dinna do nothin’, I neva met tha guy. The Feds tried tae have a go at me an’ I told them where they could…
Shen cuts him off.
Shen Maguire: So there’s no reason whot there should be a warrant fer ye, then?
Shonn almost laughs.
Shonn Maguire: If there is, they be barkin’ up the wrong damn tree an’ jes tryin’ tae rattle me cage. His Da was inside when I was but I neva had any contact with the younger…
Shen Maguire: Bloody hell, Boy! Ye keep this up an’ they’ll deport ye fer sure!
Shonn scoffs angrily.
Shonn Maguire: An’ ye wouldna be pleased wit tha?
Shen can’t believe his ears.
Shen Maguire: Whot?
Shonn opens his eyes.
Shonn Maguire: Da, I’m tryna fight here fer real! I’ve got a match on Monday wit a guy whot called Vince Jones tha could seriously go badly fer me an’ these damn bloody dogs whot call theyselves feds are tryna come at me fer some idiot wop fer a business I’ve neva been in an’ now yer yellin’ at me fer…
He pauses, shaking his head.
Shonn Maguire: Are ye gonna have a go at me fer Aerynn again while yer at it, then?
Shen Maguire: Shonn…
Shonn sighs.
Shonn Maguire: Seriously, Da, whoteva happened witim, it dinna have ennythin tae do wit me!
Shen sits in silence for a second.
Shen Maguire: Are Pauly an’ Philip there?
Shonn just looks straight at the back wall.
Shonn Maguire: Da…
Shen Maguire: Ok, ok… I love ye, Shonn. I jes…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: I know… I love ye too, Da.
He hangs up and turns around to face Donnie. Setting the phone aside, he nods to his friend.
Shonn Maguire: Alright, Lad, let’s have a go… hit me hard an’ we’ll see if I kinna take it…
Donnie nods and the two engage in some hard-hitting practice for the next few hours.
Shonn Maguire: Donnie… Davis go tae his probation officer?
Donnie nods, grinning stupidly as only the big man can.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: Yessa, he wents like he sposed to!
Shonn nods his agreement.
Shonn Maguire: When do ye have tae go next?
Donnie starts to answer but pauses as he has a sudden realization hit him.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: Isa don’t rightly knows whens I gotsta go…
Unable to stop himself, Shonn laughs. As Donnie stands there confused, Shonn pats the big man on the back.
Shonn Maguire: God save me, Donnie, don’t ever change!
Donnie nods, not really sure why.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: I won’t…
Shonn nods and then starts to walk towards the practice ring set up in the back area of the first floor.
Shonn Maguire: Come on then, let’s have a go…
Donnie nods, smiling and following Shonn to the ring.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: Okeetay.
Shonn can’t help but snicker again as he continues to the ring.
Shonn Maguire: I need ye tae help me practice fer whot will try n’ take me on Monday, Lad. Vince Jones is a monster o’ a man an’ will try tae break me like I’ve nay had ennyone have a go at me since we were inside…
Donnie nods.
Donnie "Devastator" Samuelsson: What does ya need, Boss?
Shonn frowns, pondering this dilemma. As he does, the phone in his pocket rings.
Shonn Maguire: Bloody hell, now whot?
He reaches in and pulls the thing out, looking quickly to see who.
Shonn Maguire: Shite…
He nods, turning away from Donnie for a second to answer.
Shonn Maguire: Da?
The voice of his father, Shen Maguire, comes rocketing out of the speaker into his ear.
Shen Maguire: I thought ye said ye had nothin’ tae bloody worry about!
Shonn nods, frowning.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, I did…
The older man’s voice comes screaming back almost immediately.
Shen Maguire: Then whot is tha I hear abot ye being visited by Feds?
Shonn’s eyes close.
Shonn Maguire: Aye, had a good talkin’ tae…
Shen Maguire: An’ whot did ye talk abot?
Shonn shrugs.
Shonn Maguire: Some bloody Spaghetti Sucker whot got hisself a bullet in the head. I dinna do nothin’, I neva met tha guy. The Feds tried tae have a go at me an’ I told them where they could…
Shen cuts him off.
Shen Maguire: So there’s no reason whot there should be a warrant fer ye, then?
Shonn almost laughs.
Shonn Maguire: If there is, they be barkin’ up the wrong damn tree an’ jes tryin’ tae rattle me cage. His Da was inside when I was but I neva had any contact with the younger…
Shen Maguire: Bloody hell, Boy! Ye keep this up an’ they’ll deport ye fer sure!
Shonn scoffs angrily.
Shonn Maguire: An’ ye wouldna be pleased wit tha?
Shen can’t believe his ears.
Shen Maguire: Whot?
Shonn opens his eyes.
Shonn Maguire: Da, I’m tryna fight here fer real! I’ve got a match on Monday wit a guy whot called Vince Jones tha could seriously go badly fer me an’ these damn bloody dogs whot call theyselves feds are tryna come at me fer some idiot wop fer a business I’ve neva been in an’ now yer yellin’ at me fer…
He pauses, shaking his head.
Shonn Maguire: Are ye gonna have a go at me fer Aerynn again while yer at it, then?
Shen Maguire: Shonn…
Shonn sighs.
Shonn Maguire: Seriously, Da, whoteva happened witim, it dinna have ennythin tae do wit me!
Shen sits in silence for a second.
Shen Maguire: Are Pauly an’ Philip there?
Shonn just looks straight at the back wall.
Shonn Maguire: Da…
Shen Maguire: Ok, ok… I love ye, Shonn. I jes…
Shonn nods.
Shonn Maguire: I know… I love ye too, Da.
He hangs up and turns around to face Donnie. Setting the phone aside, he nods to his friend.
Shonn Maguire: Alright, Lad, let’s have a go… hit me hard an’ we’ll see if I kinna take it…
Donnie nods and the two engage in some hard-hitting practice for the next few hours.