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Nov 19th, Year 109 || @Mad Sweeney
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Life had been pretty damn crazy of late but... Toby was starting to wonder if that was just how her life was going to be normally? It seemed that every time she took a breath and started to relax, something else cropped up to throw everything else into a flux. Toby had been kidnapped and tortured just at the start of the month. More people showing up, leaving, all sorts of damn things happening in so many directions that she couldn't be certain that she hadn't had a fever dream in between the rest.

Everything was okay for the moment and Toby really needed to drink. More than that, she wanted to hang out with someone who wasn't likely to ask too many questions or make a big deal out of anything. Someone she could be around without her illusion as well... and maybe a good game to distract. Which meant it was time to call Sweeney. Toby managed to invite him over for a game of scrabble after apologizing for cancelling the last few times. They had tried to keep a decently regular schedule but Toby was a little hard pressed while she was... well, trying not to die.

Around eight, Gilly went to bed like she normally did and then she putzed around the house doing nothing. It was odd really, her team was bigger than ever, her job constantly had her on her toes, but Toby had this nervous energy that was difficult to shake. She had been kidnapped straight off her front step after all. It wasn't like that could be the last time it happened and she felt like she wasn't taking enough steps to keep herself safe. Keep Gilly safe.

Her mind was turning over a few ideas as she set some glasses and a good bottle of whiskey down on the kitchen table. It was just about then that there was a knock on her front door. Toby moved to it easily and offered the tall man on the other side a grin when she swung the door open. "Hey Sweeney." Toby side stepped to let him through and shut the door behind him, locking it as she normally did. "Hows it been?" The changeling knew that Sweeney's life had a habit of getting pretty crazy too but she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Being around Sweeney certainly wasn't boring.
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It was I who danced with the sun
It was 5 months now. 5 fuckin' months since that fuckin' demon had screwed him over, and Sweeney still couldn't see the whole picture.
When he slept, he dreamt of Laura, but she wasn't really herself - she was... somebody else, cled in a sun-yellow dress, hair braided and smiling. She held out his hand to him, but he never managed to grasp for it before he woke.
In his dreams, Laura was a queen. His queen. His wife. His wife from thousands of years ago.
He had a melody stuck in his head, a lullaby in a voice that played his heartstrings like it were a fiddle, it brough tears to his eyes on those empty mornings that tasted like spilled blood and century-old regret.
It wasn't over. It never would be, until the banshee's cry would get him.
Until the Gods took him back.

He needed to drink. And he needed to hang out with someone who wasn't himself.

Toby's invitation came timely as a prayer, and Sweeney grabbed a botte of Southern Comfort, his newsboy cap, and made a run for that fuckin' scrabble.
Their game nights schedule's been all over the place, but Toby was always dealin' with some bullshit of her own, and he couldn't hold it against her. Fuck knew what she's been puttin' up with that past month - they both weren't in the best place lately, not that either of them would ever talk about anythin', which was just fine with Sweeney. He wasn't good a talker.

Following his knock on the door (Gilly was probably asleep, no need ringin' that damn bell), he was swiftly invited in, especially enthusiastically so after he's raised his bottle of Whiskey to demonstrate it to Toby. The cold was locked out as he stepped into the room, being unusually polite enough to kick off his boots before stepping on any carpets.
"Ey, back-hand! Good seein' ye're still kickin'. Thought for a moment you fuckin' croaked on me."
Ah yes, friendly banter.

Putting the bottle down on whatever surface was closest to the couch he'd be spending the next couple of hours on, Sweeney also shrugged out of his denim jacket and took off his cap, gettin' real comfortable around Toby's place, after all she's fuckin' invited him in.
How's it been?
The Irishman didn't even hesitate before promptly providing a not-very-graceful reply:
"Shite. Let's get that Whiskey pourin', watcha say, changeling, ready to lose?"
Neither of them was here for fuckin' conversation, and if it came around - since it somehow usually did at some point anyway - Sweeney wanted to be far from sober by then.

And still...somehow this was nice. In its own, twisted way Toby was close to what Sweeney could technically consider family in this fucked up way that only the fuckin' Celts could make up. He couldn't much remember the sidhe, or his place amongst them if he's ever had one. But Toby, occasionally, made him feel like he just might have a place there. Here. Like he wasn't... forgotten. Like history hadn't spat him out for good like a rotten, achin' tooth.

Sweeney let himself sink into the couch, pulling out a pack of cigarettes before reconsidering and returning them to his pocket once more. There was a kid around. No need for that crap - even he wasn't enough of a dick to give out free lung cancer to kids. Though fuck knew if Gilly could even get fuckin' lung cancer.
"Have ye run out of assholes to punch in the face yet? Job-wise, I mean."
Unlikely. And if she ever should run out, there was still Sweeney.

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There were little things to suggest that all was not well with Sweeney. Toby couldn’t help but notice them. It was sort of in her line of work to notice details. Taking off his shoes for one. Toby wasn’t going to point anything out though. That wasn’t the kind of relationship that they had. Everything between them was about keeping each other company, bitching about things that really didn’t matter, and generally having a good time no matter how they might have sounded.

Ready to lose? Toby snorted softly and smiled. The smile didn’t quite reach her eyes in the normal way. She couldn’t help it if there was something a little brittle inside of her at the moment, though she had been working on getting over everything that had happened. Torture was difficult like that, no matter what kind of help she had been getting. ”We’ll see about that, Rainbow King.” There was a slight wriggle of her eyebrows as they fell into their normal, easy banter. This was a comfortable space and Scrabble would be perfectly distracting.

Thankfully Sweeney put away his smokes before Toby could smack him upside his head. She… didn’t think she could get lung cancer the same way that a human could, though it was likely possible if she had been a different type of fae changeling, but Gilly? Gilly was basically pure human. She was just as prone to anything else a human was. And then he asked about her work.

Toby slowly sank down into the couch as well, hooking an arm over the edge of the sectional and sighing slightly before answering the giant man. ”Not that I’m aware of. I’ve… well, I’m up to double digits with employees now.” Daye Investigations was a name in Pandora now and Toby was proud of that. She also didn’t know how she was going to keep everything moving as smoothly as possible. ”I even hired an in-house lawyer, HR, and a forensics guy.” Who were all superheroes in their own world. Matt she wasn’t as sure about as Arthur or Barry, but Toby was pretty damn sure he had super powers.

”Plenty of cases and plenty of people to punch.” Including her own security but Goji seemed to understand things better if you gave him a smack when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. He meant well though. Goji always meant well. ”What kind of trouble have you been getting up to? Who have you been punching?” Toby glanced in the direction of the kitchen table with the scrabble board and the other bottle of whiskey sitting there. They’d have time for that in a moment.
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Ah shite. So conversation was happening before he's had a chance to get wasted enough to handle it. Fantastic. Where was his fuckin' luck when he needed it?
Sweeney sunk somewhat further into the couch the very moment something in Toby's expression... shifted.
Usually work was a safe enough topic for her, but apparently something's been off with that lately. And perhaps if she hadn't piled all the positives so casually, he wouldn't have noticed right away. But she had. And he did.
Everythin' just sounded a tad too good, and still somehow it didn't seem to make her happy.

Sweeney pulled out his flask, taking a swig. Just one.
For now.
"Sounds like a lotta work."
And it did. Though somehow he wasn't sure whether it was really the amount of work that bothered Toby. There seemed to be something else, something deeper than that. Somethin' he wouldn't be fuckin' diggin' for now because he knew better.

He waved off her return question as if indicating "the usual", when really it would never fuckin' stop being odd to consider anything "usual" with people like them.
"Ah ye know how it goes. Kickin' arse at every pub in town."
Though his half-laugh, too, didn't quite reach the amusement it was supposed to indicate.

Talkin' wasn't his strong suit. It never had been. Fucking centuries ago he hadn't been much of a talker. Otherwise that fuckin' asshole probably wouldn't have cursed him.
And seemingly, in over three thousand years of age, Sweeney's learned nothin'. But then again, it was hard to learn when you didn't remember.
But he wasn't goin' anywhere here. History in this place would just keep pilin' up. And Sweeney, for all his age, wasn't so sure anymore just how much space he had left to store it all.

So eventually he sighed, leaning forward with elbows supporting himself against his knees.
"Went road-trippin' with that punk chick. She up and fuckin' vanished, left me her piece of shit car. We weren't fuckin' done road trippin' yet, ye know what I mean?"
A gold coin slipped between his fingers, surface catching warm light in its sudden appearance out of nowhere as he let the coin travel across his knuckles.
"We didn't make it to the end."

He didn't know what the end would've been. But he knew Amanda's been the only person he's been able to stand the weeks to come after Crowley's fuckin' trickin' bringing-back-all-his-memories bullshit. It's been nice with her. She was a bit a Laura, just better. Just with less guilt attached. She's been as lost as him, and that piece of shit car and that bottle of whiskey shared between them and the road passing by had been the most healing bullshit he's been through in a while.
But Pandora wasn't like that. Never was this easy here. Ah shit, was it anywhere, though?

Adjusting his weight enough to face Toby, the leprechaun caught the gold coin he's been playing with between index and middle finger, showing its gleaming surface off to the changeling. The smiling face of a sun staring back at her.
"See that coin? It might've stolen someone's life back in America. Twice now. And I ain't got no way of knowin'. Funny, eh?"
His grin clearly indicated it wasn't, though.

So much to Scrabble, drink, and no conversation.

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Went road tripping with that punk chick. Toby remembered hearing something about that. About that woman, but Sweeney wasn't exactly the best at details and Toby knew better than to press him. She only felt unsettled and off kilter because she was still recovering from Salem. But he mentioned one detail that seemed rather important. The woman had vanished before they could finish their road trip.

Toby had gone on a road trip once, but it hadn't been very fun at all. Maybe she wasn't cut out for them with other people in the car. Or maybe, it was just because it was harder to believe-- no, she wasn't going down that road. Her head was scrambled, her emotions were a bit frayed, and she was also dealing with whatever the hell was starting to happen between her and Gabe that she really didn't want to think about right then even if she eyed her scroll and wondered if he would text her that night.

She leaned over when he showed her the coin. It looked to be the same one that she often saw him fiddling with and Toby figured it was something from home, but taking lives? "Depends on the lives and the cost." The changeling was not a believer of all killing was bad or anything of that nature, but she knew that everything had a cost. Everything. Some lives were worth taking no matter the cost and the smile that Sweeney was wearing suggested it might have been the same.

Which meant Toby had had enough of this depressing conversation already. She did not want to burst into tears and start crying on Sweeney's shoulder. That would only make both of them uncomfortable. "Come on, I'm kicking your ass this time." She stood up from the couch and made a lazy grab for the coin. Only a teasing gesture with a wriggle of her eyebrows but Toby led the way over to the kitchen table and slid into her normal seat. All of Gilly's drawings and things had been stacked up on one side of the table, giving them plenty of room to play without moving her things entirely off the kitchen table.

"You won last time, so you go first, fucker." No, she needed an escape. She needed things to be normal and this was normal for Toby in a manner that Sweeney might not have realized. Playing scrabble with an eons old faerie god? Just another Tuesday for October Daye. Just like it had been at home.
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The coin sat between them in heavy silence for a while, equally allowing enough space for both of them, it seemed, to realize that this conversation had been going on for quite long enough.
Come on, I'm kicking your ass this time
And then it was finally settled for good, and somehow Sweeney was quite fuckin' thankful for that.

Toby's lazy, teasing grab for the coin lured the tug of a grin from the leprechaun as he let the gold vanish into thin air between his fingers.
"Ye fuckin' wish."
He trailed after the changeling into the kitchen, the weight of memories feeling somewhat lighter with at least having spoken them, though he knew that'd only ever be temporary. Yet, he also knew, he'd be just fine dealin' with it by himself in the company of some whiskey should these fuckers disturb his sleep again in near future.

Taking up his usual seat, the Irishman rolled his shoulders as if preparing for a fight rather than a game of Scrabble that was promising to grow more and more nonsensical with every further glass downed - speaking of. He reached for a glass on the counter and the first of the two bottle he could grab, pulling himself some liquor before returning his attention to the board game.
They pulled their letters, and Sweeney took a moment of frowning and half-feigned concentration to produce the very unimpressive word Grass onto the board.

Looking up towards Toby as he reached for his glass to take a sip, the leprechaun shrugged.
"Wanna give ye a chance, after all."

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Ye fuckin’ wish. And this was why Toby liked hanging out with Sweeney. He reminded her of home. Of the good things she had at home, which were rare and far between each other. That had been the way her life worked and things were different in Pandora, but she still missed home from time to time. There were things about it that Toby couldn’t really find in Pandora. Sweeney just felt like one of those things.

Sweeney was pretty straight forward and predictable. Toby watched as he pulled over a glass and started to drink. Saying that he was drinking just to give her a chance at winning. The look that Toby gave him was summed up in one word: sure. Sweeney didn’t need an excuse to drink but he certainly liked to give himself an excuse. She snorted slightly but didn’t comment beyond her look, and then the changeling was setting up the game. Shaking the little bag of tiles before they picked out their pieces.

Toby frowned slightly at her hand and then started to rearrange the tiles until she found the word she was looking for. Reaching forward (since loser always started in their games), Toby placed the first few tiles to help get started. Nisse. She liked to throw faerie words into the mix because there were always words that could be made from garbled letters. She then poured herself a drink as well, though considerably less than what Sweeney was drinking, and took a sip with a smile. ”One way or another, I think I’m winning tonight.”

Time to relax. Time to breath. That was all she really needed at the end of the day.
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