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muserevival2016-12-21 02:01 pm
strips4u) wrote in muserevival2016-12-21 02:01 pm
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135.2. Quote
"Startin' right now I'm startin' all over
Doin' what I should do
Should this be my last, or I've got a hundred years
From this day on I'm gonna live my life
Like I got one day left to live."
• One Day Left to Live, Sammy Kershaw
It was no secret that Flynn's life had nearly been taken by cancer. It was no secret that ever since then, his attitude had been living in the moment, because you were never guaranteed a tomorrow. Since going into remission, he had become a high profile, high class hooker and a self-made millionaire. However, not once in his plans did owning a nightclub factor in. The only reason that was currently on his book of assets was because he hadn't wanted Cole to lose everything when he crashed and burned, sinking beyond rock-bottom, and then some.
Cole had been one of Flynn's closest friends for a long time, but he was a severe addict. For awhile, owning the nightclub was like Disneyland for an addict. He could control drug deals right under his nose, and have his fingers in his pick of drug pies. The club was an incredible success, there was no doubt about that. But it had proven to be one of Cole's biggest downfalls when the addiction got so bad, he went bankrupt and nearly lost it. That was when Flynn had stepped up and purchased it, though he always only saw it as babysitting it until Cole got cleaned up and could take control of it again. The only question was, with Cole having severe PTSD from his time in them military, his suicide attempts had exacerbated. Not only was there no guarantee Cole would get clean, but there was no guarantee he would live.
Still, Flynn did what he had to. Cole was doing better now, and as far as Flynn could tell, he had stayed clean this time around because after his most recent suicide attempt, the doctors reeled of a list of health issues his using and boozing had caused it. It seemed like a wake-up call, but you could never tell with addicts. Case in point was young Noah, Euan's foster kid, who was currently on life support in the ICU for an OD after apparently being clean for a long time. No one understood that, because the kid had been so settle and happy, doing well with his life. That was hitting Flynn harder than he realised right now, after his own kid was suddenly in his life.
It was love at first sight for Flynn to meet his kid in the flesh for the first time. What was just jizz in a cup to help a lesbian couple have a baby when Flynn was still in high school had turned into this amazing kid. Flynn could see himself in Jett, and that was mindblowing. Right along, Jett's moms had kept in touch with Flynn and given him updates on how the boy was going, but it had always been an agreement that they would leave the choice up to Jett if he wanted to meet Flynn. Flynn just never figured it would happen.
Now it was happening, and Jett was amazing. He was staying with Flynn indefinitely so they could get to know each other. And Flynn, like everything in his life, stepped right up to the job and was giving it his all. Only, that wasn't going overboard on trying to be the World's Best Father, strutting around telling everyone how brilliant his kid was, pissing Jett off with a lot of fake BS or even pretending he knew anything about parenting. He didn't. This was all new to him, so he was just doing what he always did... being himself, that just happened to include taking care of his kid now. Flynn didn't believe in perfect. He also didn't believe in blowing shit out your ass and feeding anyone bullshit. Keeping it real was the promise he made himself when he was gifted remission.
Flynn had put his hooker business on hold for the moment, but kept it above board with Jett. If the kid or his parents had issues with it, this wouldn't be going down as it was. Flynn never brought his work home, so it was no real difference to any conventional career where a father left to work, then came home to his family when his shift was done. Still, his clients were put on hold so Jett was his Number One Priority right now. That wasn't out of any sense of obligation, that was because he wanted to spend time with his son, and because Jett wasn't well with some health issues, so the baton of caring for him had been passed from his moms to Flynn.
The nightclub still needed him to oversee the business, however. Flynn hired management and staff to run the joint, but he made sure he was visible and kept his finger on the pulse with the business. Something any successful business owner would do. Jett had been tired again that day, so Flynn told him he would be back in a couple of hours, tops, just to check things were still running smoothly with the club. He just never anticipated that he would run into a pile of shit while he was there.
The downside of buying a business off an addict was that shit stuck. While Flynn was there, some raging cunt came in yelling and screaming that he wanted to speak to Cole, who owed him money. Flynn stepped in, it got messy, there was a near punch-up, but the bouncers intercepted. When the threat to call the cops was issued, the guy didn't try to come back when he was tossed out on the sidewalk by Timmy and Jimmy, two 6'4" built-like-brick-shithouses bouncers that Flynn inherited with the club.
Luck wasn't going to be on his side that night. As soon as the chaos had settled, Flynn was cursing because he had gone over the promised couple of hours. He told everyone he had to get home to his kid, who wasn't feeling well, and to call him if there was any further issues. He got a cab home, sending Jett a text to tell him he was on his way home. The raging cunt just wasn't done with him.
It was fucking freezing when Flynn got out of the cab at the front of his apartment block. He paused to have a quick smoke before he went in. He was doing better with the smoking since Jett arrived. He only really had one here and there now, and planned to try to quit at some point. He just didn't want to turn into an angry dick with any nicotine withdrawal while he was trying to get to know his kid. Turn out, Raging Cunt had followed him. Before Flynn had a chance to get inside, he was jumped and punched so hard in the head, he was sent flying back onto the freezing, wet concrete of the sidewalk.
If only that was where it ended. Flynn wasn't knocked out, and he tried to fight back to gain control, but all it did was give Raging Cunt the upper hand, and he pushed Flynn's head back into the ground, punched him in the gut, and kneed him in the cock. Thankfully, that was when the building security arrived and restrained the fucker.
Flynn was out cold, sprawled on the sidewalk and bleeding like a cut snake when the cops arrived.
flynn hunter
[ original character ]
cole + jett used with permission
Doin' what I should do
Should this be my last, or I've got a hundred years
From this day on I'm gonna live my life
Like I got one day left to live."
• One Day Left to Live, Sammy Kershaw
It was no secret that Flynn's life had nearly been taken by cancer. It was no secret that ever since then, his attitude had been living in the moment, because you were never guaranteed a tomorrow. Since going into remission, he had become a high profile, high class hooker and a self-made millionaire. However, not once in his plans did owning a nightclub factor in. The only reason that was currently on his book of assets was because he hadn't wanted Cole to lose everything when he crashed and burned, sinking beyond rock-bottom, and then some.
Cole had been one of Flynn's closest friends for a long time, but he was a severe addict. For awhile, owning the nightclub was like Disneyland for an addict. He could control drug deals right under his nose, and have his fingers in his pick of drug pies. The club was an incredible success, there was no doubt about that. But it had proven to be one of Cole's biggest downfalls when the addiction got so bad, he went bankrupt and nearly lost it. That was when Flynn had stepped up and purchased it, though he always only saw it as babysitting it until Cole got cleaned up and could take control of it again. The only question was, with Cole having severe PTSD from his time in them military, his suicide attempts had exacerbated. Not only was there no guarantee Cole would get clean, but there was no guarantee he would live.
Still, Flynn did what he had to. Cole was doing better now, and as far as Flynn could tell, he had stayed clean this time around because after his most recent suicide attempt, the doctors reeled of a list of health issues his using and boozing had caused it. It seemed like a wake-up call, but you could never tell with addicts. Case in point was young Noah, Euan's foster kid, who was currently on life support in the ICU for an OD after apparently being clean for a long time. No one understood that, because the kid had been so settle and happy, doing well with his life. That was hitting Flynn harder than he realised right now, after his own kid was suddenly in his life.
It was love at first sight for Flynn to meet his kid in the flesh for the first time. What was just jizz in a cup to help a lesbian couple have a baby when Flynn was still in high school had turned into this amazing kid. Flynn could see himself in Jett, and that was mindblowing. Right along, Jett's moms had kept in touch with Flynn and given him updates on how the boy was going, but it had always been an agreement that they would leave the choice up to Jett if he wanted to meet Flynn. Flynn just never figured it would happen.
Now it was happening, and Jett was amazing. He was staying with Flynn indefinitely so they could get to know each other. And Flynn, like everything in his life, stepped right up to the job and was giving it his all. Only, that wasn't going overboard on trying to be the World's Best Father, strutting around telling everyone how brilliant his kid was, pissing Jett off with a lot of fake BS or even pretending he knew anything about parenting. He didn't. This was all new to him, so he was just doing what he always did... being himself, that just happened to include taking care of his kid now. Flynn didn't believe in perfect. He also didn't believe in blowing shit out your ass and feeding anyone bullshit. Keeping it real was the promise he made himself when he was gifted remission.
Flynn had put his hooker business on hold for the moment, but kept it above board with Jett. If the kid or his parents had issues with it, this wouldn't be going down as it was. Flynn never brought his work home, so it was no real difference to any conventional career where a father left to work, then came home to his family when his shift was done. Still, his clients were put on hold so Jett was his Number One Priority right now. That wasn't out of any sense of obligation, that was because he wanted to spend time with his son, and because Jett wasn't well with some health issues, so the baton of caring for him had been passed from his moms to Flynn.
The nightclub still needed him to oversee the business, however. Flynn hired management and staff to run the joint, but he made sure he was visible and kept his finger on the pulse with the business. Something any successful business owner would do. Jett had been tired again that day, so Flynn told him he would be back in a couple of hours, tops, just to check things were still running smoothly with the club. He just never anticipated that he would run into a pile of shit while he was there.
The downside of buying a business off an addict was that shit stuck. While Flynn was there, some raging cunt came in yelling and screaming that he wanted to speak to Cole, who owed him money. Flynn stepped in, it got messy, there was a near punch-up, but the bouncers intercepted. When the threat to call the cops was issued, the guy didn't try to come back when he was tossed out on the sidewalk by Timmy and Jimmy, two 6'4" built-like-brick-shithouses bouncers that Flynn inherited with the club.
Luck wasn't going to be on his side that night. As soon as the chaos had settled, Flynn was cursing because he had gone over the promised couple of hours. He told everyone he had to get home to his kid, who wasn't feeling well, and to call him if there was any further issues. He got a cab home, sending Jett a text to tell him he was on his way home. The raging cunt just wasn't done with him.
It was fucking freezing when Flynn got out of the cab at the front of his apartment block. He paused to have a quick smoke before he went in. He was doing better with the smoking since Jett arrived. He only really had one here and there now, and planned to try to quit at some point. He just didn't want to turn into an angry dick with any nicotine withdrawal while he was trying to get to know his kid. Turn out, Raging Cunt had followed him. Before Flynn had a chance to get inside, he was jumped and punched so hard in the head, he was sent flying back onto the freezing, wet concrete of the sidewalk.
If only that was where it ended. Flynn wasn't knocked out, and he tried to fight back to gain control, but all it did was give Raging Cunt the upper hand, and he pushed Flynn's head back into the ground, punched him in the gut, and kneed him in the cock. Thankfully, that was when the building security arrived and restrained the fucker.
Flynn was out cold, sprawled on the sidewalk and bleeding like a cut snake when the cops arrived.
[ original character ]
cole + jett used with permission