Where The Rum Will Go


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Scene Title Where The Run Will Go
Synopsis Twins have a heart to heart. With rum. And rather serious topics like engagements and the Company. But there is also rum. And pineapple-mix.
Date September 11, 2009

The Lighthouse

From the outside, the Lighthouse looks as if it has had better days. The massive tower rising out of the house has fallen from its former glory. It is no longer a shining beacon, guiding wayward ships in from the lost harbor — though some may argue its purpose now is even more admirable. In its current state, the lighthouse seems to be in disrepair. Though upon closer inspection it all seems to be in the details. The paint has chipped away, leaving a discolored patterns of grays, whites, off-whites, and more grays. The occasional graffitti tag is here or there along the large building. One would notice that the doors, the windows, and the integrity of the building are all quite sound and newly repaired. The lighthouse has just been left with the look of abandonement.

Inside is a completely different story. Upon entering the main door, one will find a completely furnished and cozy arrangement. A spacious living room lined with two large blue sofa's, facing each other, a coffee table between them and several large bean bag chairs have been planted in the room. Shelves have been hung on the wall to display various different pictures of the occupants. A large bookcase is against the wall, holding a large variety of books from Dr.Seuss to the Bible, and even a copy of the Qur'an. The living room is focused on the fireplace a small black fence encloses it, the wood stocked on the bricks in front of it.

Connected to the living room is a kitchen, complete with a large rectangular table capable of seating around four on each long side and two on each end. A sink, a stove, an oven, a microwave and two refrigerators complete the look. Several low and overhead cabinets line the kitchen. At the edge of the kitchen are a pair of doors, one leading to a bedroom and the other, which has a padlock on it, leads to the basement.

At the back of the living room a glass sliding door leads out into the backyard of the Lighthouse, but just before it a staircase leads to the upper levels of the structure.

It's late. It usually is when Gillian and Brian can actually talk. What with the pounding, wrestling, and the occasional laser beam from the kids when they're home they are kept busy. Finally the kids have been put to bed, or at least they're pretending like they're in bed. And right now, that's good enough for Brian.

The stove makes a few clicking noises before the blue flame erupts. Placing the pot of water on top of it he glances over his shoulder before meandering over to the basement door. Which opens only to reveal another Brian, handing something to the previous. The basemen t door closes and locks, Brian returning to the kitchen. Setting the paper bag down, Brian gives another cautious look before pulling the bottle of rum out. It's not drugs this time that would severely harm him, but still they're in an orphanage. Better be careful with the booze.

Wearing only his tattoo and yin yang necklace on his torso, he also wears a pair of black basketball shorts. Going to lean against the counter, he watches the pot idly for signs of boiling. And he takes a swig of rum.


"Is that rum?" Gillian says as she steps into the kitchen, tall shoes tapping against the floor rather heavily. Hair pulled back out of her face, she has been handling the last few days well, spending most of the day in the Lighthouse with the kids, with only a single excursion. To head to Manhattan to feed Eve's animals, and to check on the crazy precog herself. Need to make sure she's getting better. Most the time she doesn't even get to see her, but leaves a note for when she'll wake up.

That doesn't mention what she occassionally does up in her room, a small box locking away contents she'd requishioned off her brother.

"Think I could have a swig of that? Before all of you drink all of it." Her voice is raspy, but manages to hold some humor.


Brian says, though the comment is half informative half 'ohgodI'vebeencaught'but his training kicks in and when the brother turns to face the sister there is not a hint of guilt. "I was going to mix it with the pineapple-orange shit we got. Probably taste pretty good." Winters mutters. "That is if you like taste." Going to reach up and take two glasses out for them he starts to fill them with ice.

"How you doin' Gilli?" Closing the freezer he shoots her a look that says, 'how are you really doing' not just the passing formalities they've been giving to each other the last few days.

"As far as I now we didn't mae a house rule against drinking once the kids are asleep," Gillian says, noting the guilty look that'd crossed his face. Moving closer, she gives Winters a look over before reaching out and taking the glass, only to hold it out for filling up of things. And rum. "And I like rum way more than beer, so I can drink it even without pineapple. But I'll have whatever you have," she says, glancing away for a few moments to look in the direction she came from, and then up. Toward the sleeping kids. "I— pretty shitty, but I'm hanging on. One day at a time." When she looks back, she's looking directly into his face, "And you?"

Filling her glass half way up with the rum, Brian then goes to fill the rest of the glass with the juice. Repeating the process for himself he goes to clean up quickly. "Let's finish this bottle so I don't have to hide it again." He murmurs quietly. "So that's our goal. Finish that bottle before morning." He slides his glass forward to gently clink against Gillian's.

He frowns at her confession, abandoning his glass on the counter he offers out his hand to her, then takes a step forward to wrap her up in his arms. "What's wrong kiddo?"

"Just bring in five more of you and we'd finish in ten minutes," Gillian says with a laugh, even if it comes off as raspy and almost forced. A clink of glasses together, before she stops in the conversation to take a rather deep drink from the glass, perhaps deeper than might be most safe. Once it's lowered, she shakes her head, "Just the same things that have been wrong since April. It's just life being shitty, Brian." The continued questions seems to have added tension, tightening her up a bit, even making her step back. "And hanging out with the kids isn't as bad as I thought it would be. It's something to focus on."

There's another pause, glancing up toward those kid's dorms again, before she looks back, "So what about you? Unlike me, you can be in about twenty places at once, so you're probably up to a lot more than I am."

Hug avoided Brian simply glowers over his glass instead. "I'm sorry, Gilli." Comes the obligatory apology over situations that he has no control over. Taking a sip he goes to set his glass back down and offer her a consoling look. "Is there anything I can do, Gilli?" He asks hopefully, hoping she will know some magical task he can perform that will make her happy.

He pauses, allowing an appropriate amount of time. After all it's rude to hear about someone's life being so shitty and then pouring on the good news. "I asked Vee to marry me."

There's just a small headshake in response to his question, no words. But Gillian may wish she'd not pulled the glass up to her mouth to take a drink when he drops good news on her. There's a sudden cough. She didn't quite choke on the drink, but it certainly sounds like she timed her swallow badly. "You what?" she blinks a few times, shakes her head, coughs again. "Sorry, I just— you're… Okay, that's great, I mean she seemed really nice, I'm just… surprised. I uh— did she say yes or are you trying to give me someone to take my frustrations out on?"

"She said kinda yes." Brian says softly, smirking a little at her reaction. "Our lives are complicated. If she got married. The Company would want to know ho too, and all that. Unless we got married without the legal paperwork… stuff." He gives a little shrug. "So yes, but also. We have to get worked things out.. But here's a thing. Some senior agent recently talked to Vee. Said he wants to talk to me says I might be just what the Company needs." He wets his lips. "If I work for the Company again. I could marry Vee." He quiets, watching for her reaction closely.

"Okay… for that I need more rum," Gillian says, moving to grab the bottle and top off her drink. No equal parts fruity for this. Once the bottle is back down, she takes a longer drink. Stronger, and it doesn't change what he just said. When it lowers she looks at him. "I get that you're in love with her, seriously, I do. And love makes you do strange things, but give me one fucking reason why you would join the Company if it wasn't for her? I thought you were going to try to get her to leave?"

"I never said I was going to do it." Brian says quickly, no he hadn't said it not yet. But would he take that chance if it actually presented itself? "Does there have to be another reason other than that? And I did but she won't have it. At least not now. But I know she has trust issues with the Company." A little smirk as he takes another drink.

"Who doesn't, though?" He steps forward, one arm coming out trying to wrap around her shoulders and pull her close. "It's not like I would be killing babies or anything. I could probably just keep doing what I'm doing, but wear a suit on a few more days and bam. I'm an agent again." Not that there's anything glamorous or attractive about being called 'Agent Winters' again. It's all for Veronica.

"Yeah, it has to be for more than just her," Gillian says, glancing away as if to make sure none of the children have wandered anywhere nearby to overhear. Supposed to be in bed, but that isn't always how it goes. "You left them for a reason. Rejoining them for her might— fuck. What do I now. I can't hold onto a boyfriend for a year, much less expect to get married. Not anymore." Cryptic as that may be, she doesn't pull out of the shoulder hold, but she doesn't lean against it, either. Her shoulders are tense. "I don't even know what the fuck they really do, just what people said they did. You realize Helena will probably pitch a fit if she finds out— and if you're going back to the Company it might be a good idea to distance yourself. Less you know, less they can get off of you."

"Helena still thinks I'm Brian Fulk." He corrects quickly. "As far as they know Agent Winters is still doing his job. So what's the difference to her whether he really is or not? Not everything they do is bad Gilli. In fact, in spite of myself, a lot of the things they do is good. And it's not like they're going to be my God and Master. I won't betray things I shouldn't betray. It's not even that big of a deal. It's like a non-religous person converting to his spouse's religion because her parents care. That's all."

"I don't like this, Brian," Gillian says, even if that's pretty obvious in the way she stands next time him, but seems to be physically closed off even with his arm around her. She even starts to twist away, putting some space between them so she can take a drink. "Not Vee, I'm glad for that, really, I just— fuck. It's your decision, but you were the one that told me they killed our parents. What good are they even doing? And how do you know they won't just mindwipe you again to make you a better Agent. It worked the first time."

"They can't do that to me now. I would be ready for it. I'm not the stupid kid they brought in all that time ago. They sharpened me, they brought out dangerous parts of me. They won't be able to take advantage of me." He pauses, looking at her for a moment. "You got to know I knew that you wouldn't like this. But I'm telling you because I love you and I trust you. I would never do anything to betray us. Our family. Or whatever we have that could pass for a family. I can make the job what I want it to be." He taps his chest. "You have to trust me. If I make this decision."

"I can trust you without trusting them," Gillian says in a raspy tone, looking back up at him for a long moment before she looks away to hide behind her glass for a moment. "I'm not good at trusting groups. Groups tend to have their own agenda and don't give a fuck who they screw over to get what they want… they won't care what promises you've made to your family." It's not even the Company she's talking about exclusively in this case. "Are you going to be getting something out of this? I know you wanted to find out about our parents. I wasn't planning to ask the Company for info, but if you do make that decision…" She shrugs, trailing off.

"If this guy is as interested in me as he sounds, then I could probably leverage some information." Brian assures her. "It would put me in much better position. Not only to get that information, but Gillian. I will be in better position to move around in a lot of spheres in the city. I'll have a working HomeSec badge." He arches a brow at her, like that should mean something.

"I won't be loyal to the Company. I will be loyal to Vee, to you, to Joe. How much more power would this give us? How much more of an edge?" He peers at her after finishing his glass. "This could be good for us. You don't have to trust the Company. I'm not the Company. I'll be your brother, now and always."

From the way that she downs another long drink, Gillian doesn't think much of having a HomeSec badge, working or otherwise. In fact, in such a short time, she already emptied the glass. "All right. If that's what you want to do, then you should do it. It's your decision." It still doesn't seem like she likes it, but her eyes draw down and she goes faintly silent for a long moment. "Might want to hang onto that bottle past tonight, though. I have a feeling we're going to need it a while longer."

"I don't want to do this unless I have your blessing Gilli. I want us to be in this together." Brian glances over at the bottle and gives a light nod. "Yeah. I'll get some more. But I don't want to depend on it. We've had enough of the addiction stuff, right?" He smirks looking over at her.

"Like I said, Gilli. I think I want to do this. But I need us to be on the same side. All of us."

There's a long silence. Eyes slide shut. From the moisture at her eyelashes, Gillian might well be on the verge of crying. Her shoulders stiffen again, but instead of retreating, she steps back to him, resting her head against his chest and shoulder. "I don't even now what side I'm on…" she says softly, before going silent for a moment. One hand goes around him, to keep him close for the moment, even if she'd been the one pulling back all those times before. "Give me a few days… okay?"

Stooping close, Brian slides his arms around her waist. His hand comes up to cup the back of her head against his chest. He holds her there tightly, putting his chin on the top of her head. "You're on my side." He whispers softly, running his hand to rub her back softly he doesn't pull back he'll allow her to do that on her own time. "Okay." Brian says softly.

"And you're on mine. I got it," Gillian says, voice quiet, but there's the sound of a smile there, as well. Her arm tightens and pulls her in even closer, muffling something that she adds quietly against his chest. It's too soft to make out, but there's the vibrations of someone having spoken. When she pulls back, she speaks again, "I really am happy for you. The one time I met her she really was nice." Gave her drugs! "Hopefully I won't be shot up right before I meet her again, next time."

"I'm glad you like her. I hope you two can be friends. Maybe.. Maybe you two should like hang out some time. Without me." He suggests softly, giving an appraising look to her when they part. "You think? Like maybe you two could get to know each other a little bit. I would really like that. If you could, Gilli." He smiles hopefully at her.

"We'll see. Just give me a few days," Gillian says again, before she squeezes his arm and starts to move back, only to raise her mostly empty glass of rum at him, "One more glass. We don't need to finish the whole bottle tonight."

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