Thread: 1920's Voodoo.(HaloHeroWolf118 & Leviathan)

He knew that tone, knew it was fruitless to argue even as she directed him to a seat on the couch he showed no resistance. His plan on avoiding listening to her berate him on his reckless behavior had failed, he watched her walk into the bathroom focusing his eyes where he had struck men for opening staring too often. He was a grown man yet still knew better than to get on her bad side, few believed in magic but they knew better they'd seen the old woman use it before. She had been taught some of it which explained their decorations, he didn't need a repeat of the last time he had made her mad, so he took another drink out of the bottle and sighed. He tried not to think of her, he tried not to think of how he could make her happy, or how good it would feel to hold her and not some random stranger from the bar. He pushed the thoughts aside, he had booze, money, power, they practically owned the largest crime ring in New Orleans answering mainly to the boss who some suspected had killed Atlus their once main competitor. After the mans death his second in command had come over to them, Eric didn't like him, he was cold, calculating and deadly. The man reminded him to much of a gator that just sat in the water watching and waiting, the two of them never came to blows unless you counted verbal sparring. They often worked with him tying up loose ends, or eliminating would be competitors. He was often looking and smiling at Charlie and talking to her how he wished he could, he was often left glaring at them when ever they spoke. He took another drink while trying not to think of him, instead he remembered where he had been that night. Earlier that night... Eric sat in the truck trying not to dwell on the stench of pig that drifted from the bed of farm vehicles, the head lights illuminated the Thomas and Fredrick along with one of the few remaining Atlas gang members. The man was currently trying to talk his way out of the situation after they had caught him trying to secure their shipment of liquor from their supplier. Eric didn't hate the guy in fact he liked him he had a Cheshire grin and a wild look in his watery green eyes, Eric could commend him on his loyalty to his late boss but the Herman brother weren't forgiving this time. They had nailed him to one of the board in the rail track ensuring he'd meet messy end along with the pig they needed rid of and were to lazy just to dig a hole. C'mon guys. This is a Joke right? I mean I get it the message now really. Hundred percent, loud and clear. the man said tugging at his ruined tie. The Herman brothers just chortled to one another as they watched him, both men could pass for the other. Big men with round bellies and who looked like their clothes had a dislike of water, and from the smell so did the two men. They often were how they got rid of bodies they didn't need being found as pigs would eat anything. They talked with him till he said something clever that had both men arguing with each other so he could escape leaving his tie behind. Eric had laughed hard after that both impressed and growing a fondness for the slippery man. By the time they had made it back to the city the rain had begun to fall and they had let him out a few blocks from his home as repayment for not aiding them in catching their intended victim. Present... Eric came out of his thoughts just as Charlie returned and again he tried avoid looking at her too directly. So what were you doing tonight? he asked taking another drink, already he could feel a buzz in his mind as the drink took effect. He wasn't as worried as he had been about her giving him a talking to if he knew where she had been that night.