Thread: RP: Teach Me Right [ Horror_Show & Edward Thatch]

Having finished his review of his notes for his coming classes and still feeling a little lonely he decided to go up stairs and change to go out for a walk. He had just picked up his cane, a pure affectation, when he got the text. He read it and read it again. He recognized the address. The Alpha Kappa house. He'd sat on more than enough disciplinary boards to not know the place and the reputation they had. He also knew exactly what kind of trouble his baby girl might be in and it angered him. Without even stopping to think about what he was doing he opened a drawer and pulled out his Tackarov PPK .380 pistol and shoved it holster and all into the waist band at the small of his back. He didn't bother trying to walk across campus, he just jumped into his Dodge Charger and drove like a mad man across campus. He flew out of the car and by passing all the drunk collegians who called to him asking if he wasn't lost and that the old folks home was across town. A couple of the frat brothers tried to block his way and he roughly pushed them aside. They started to want to make an issue of it but saw the gun in the waist band of his retreating form. He slipped into the frat house and looked around for the girls. He saw Tessa and started moving to her, that's when his eyes lighted on his Addie, dancing on the stage. She was gorgeous, she was graceful she was the epitome of lust and she was displaying herself like a whore. His grip on his cane tightened and stepping to Tessa hissed, Go. Get. In. My. Car. I will deal with this. Without even looking to see if she complied he marched right up to the stage, shoving anyone out of his way that got between him and his gorgeous, exquisite and very drunk daughter. He stepped up on the stage and just stood in front of her for a minute letting the situation sink in. Then he grabbed her wrist and said roughly, It's time to go Addie. The boy who had made announcements grabbed him and quickly found himself flipped off the stage on the floor, a by product of John MCMAPs military training. The kid was drunk enough to stand and boast, Look old timer, I don't know who you think you are but I've already pick her out to slice a bit of that cream pie for myself. John had finally reached that point in rage that his face when completely slack and he jerked his cane up and caught it in mid-shaft moving toward the kid. He roared, That cream pie is my daughter you little shit and you will die before you lay a filthy finger on her! He jumped down from the stage, staggered a bit from his old war wound but advanced anyway. Time to dance punk. The other frat brothers were frantically trying to pull the kid back shouting at him that he was the chair of the disciplinary board and he had a gun. The kid didn't hear them. He was spoiling for a fight. He took a wild swing at John then the fight only consisted of two more blows. John swung his cane full force at his temple, connecting and the kid hitting the floor unconscious. John got back on the stage, grabbed his daughter's wrist and pulled her, firmly but not roughly behind him to his car. They all piled in and he drove them straight to his place ignoring there cries to take them home. In fact the did not say a thing during the entire drive. He got to his place and physically picked Addie up and in spite of his strain to his leg, carried her inside and sat her down on the couch and stood in front of her.