Scotch sat slow and cautious, his eyes locked on their guest despite how tempted his gaze was drawn to his friend at the sound of her footsteps above them. Some were slow, patting across for something while a couple were rushed like she was frantic or forgotten something. His mind snapped back at the slosh of gin within his glass, to which her only help as Derek carried on about their mishap.<br/>Scotch's eyes widened for a moment, having trouble with his comprehension of the topic, but still able to keep a straight mind as to the possibilities of their happening.<br/>He threw back the gin, never minding to ask for more as he took the bottle and refilled the shallow glass. His glaze was almost evil as Derek began excusing himself about how crazy things sounded. But the stare quickly softened and looked away to the side, his gruff hand rubbing at his brow before sliding down his face. He seemed to have trouble staying still by that point, his hand quickly making a fist and rolling around his brow a bit before unfolding to rub his eye with his thumb. Another drink would be a good thing right now.<br/>"No..." he grumbled, "I mean yeah, you sound fucking crazy - but I believe you. I was always worried something like this would happen... Bastard."<br/>His last word was low and hushed, so much so you'd think he didn't mean for anyone else to hear it. He shot back another drink and wiped the corners of his mouth, reaching down to pull his stool a little closer as he leaned forward onto the island's surface. His had came up, hovering mindlessly as he struggled to find the right words.<br/>"Look," he began, taking a moment to make proper eye contact, "there are some things you need to know about this family. First is that this who place is just an inheritance. I may be a trust find bitch but I love what my family left me and I take damn good care of it. But... I was alone here for a long time after they were killed in a fire. I was sixteen when I met  - Tequilla. I was a kid, goin' through a rough time and I thought my first nookie with a girl like here would be the cure all. She<span style="font-style: italic">kicked my ass</span>."<br/>He paused, trying not to smile at the memory, careful to continue with the proper tone. He spoke about how it was chance they ran into each other while she was already on the run. There was a man in town who owned quite a bit, including her. He was never given the details of how she came to be in his<span style="font-style: italic">possession</span>but knew it had been a couple years, and he was a sick perv who took advantage of a ten year old. He whisked her away and somehow two dumb kids made a life. They never heard from this guy, but from how controlling she made him sound, it wouldn't be a surprise he would come after her. The only thing he mentioned as highly suspicious would be the timing. Why would he wait nearly ten years?<br/>He wrapped it up with how he was never able to change her feisty spirit, and how it might be his fault she's do free going. The memory became fond and light in his mind, unable to brush away the happiness it brought him at how much she's changed for the better.<br/>"I remember I always tried to get her to lighten up. It took her a while, but I have to admit I was just happy she didn't have that Stockholm Syndrome or something. Now she's practically careless."<br/>He heard the door thump shut, bringing forth a heavy sigh from him. Another hot shower today before it was even out. She must have been feeling pretty bad.<br/>"Maybe I should go check on her." he cooed.<br/>He grew sullen, pressing the cool, empty crystal to his brow as he squeezed his eyes for a moment, pursing his lips before sitting up and looking at Derek expectantly. He didn't like the idea of asking for help, but he knew this was real, and denying such things could only put them in more danger, as well as the lives they had built.<br/>"How can you help?"<br/><br/>Upstairs, Tequilla shifted back in forth in her room, unable to narrow her thoughts like she kept forgetting things on either side. She wasn't as frantic or quick paced anymore, but it continued as her memories overtook her mind. Shrills and discomfort ran down her spine, wiping away at her skin as though the layer of unwanted disgust was still upon her with his grip. The feeling nearly made her crumble and cry. She stripped quickly, leaving nothing as she wiped away the feeling with her dirty clothes. She opened her door and quickly paced to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.<br/>The shower ran hot, just the way she liked it, stepping in and letting the hot water caress her skin, running her soapy hand in circles all over. She couldn't even finish down her legs before she crouch down, not to the point of tears, but still pained with a burning ache in her chest. Her head felt forward as she silently sat trying to clear her mind, the water washing right over her.