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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Baccano!
  Relationship:
      Luck_Gandor/Dallas_Genoard
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-09 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1020
****** Our Main Characters Attempt to Continue Life as Normal ******
by Ricky_B_(littletoes101)
Summary
     Immortal families means a lot to cover up. They try to continue life
     as normal. Despite many changes, some things stay the same. Teenagers
     will always fall in love despite parental protests. Although friends
     may come and go, family remains.
July,_1951
Eileen_Genoard-Gandor_Smokes,_Drinks,_and_Curses,_and_then_gets_grounded
 
“Eileen, you're gonna die before you're eighteen, mark my words,” Scout
Genoard-Gandor remarked to his eight year old sister (one of them) who sat next
to him at the bar. Despite her frighteningly young age, Eileen just curled her
lip and flipped open her lighter with one hand, igniting the flame and lighting
the cigarette that she held in the other. She lifted it slowly to her mouth,
deliberately, took a deep inhale and blew a cloud of smoke into the air. Scout
wrinkled his nose in distaste, lifting his drink to his lips and downing it in
a few quick sips before putting it back on the counter. “You're not even
supposed to be here.” Legally, neither Scout nor any of his sisters were
supposed to be at the bar, but since the Gandors controlled many of the bars
around this area, the children could come and go as they pleased.
“Have I ever given two shits about what I was supposed to do?” Eileen snapped
in response, grabbing her own glass of near-straight whiskey mixed with a small
bit of lemonade and downing it in one gulp. “Besides, it don't matter if Ma
punishes me or not. You and I both know tha' Daddy will do whateva' I ask him.”
Scout just sighed as Eileen barked out another order, turning his head to keep
an eye on his other sister, Marie, who was currently playing a game of
billiards with men more than twice her age and wining. It was partially
because, despite being Eileen's younger twin, she was amazing at the game
(Dallas often bragged that she got it from him), and partially because the men
were drunk. Marie herself didn't drink unless Eileen made her, and she hadn't
had anything that night, so she was still steady on her feet and clear-eyed.
“Alright, I think it's about time to get out of here,” Scout finally muttered
when Eileen laid her head on the table after she'd smoked three more cigarettes
and drank a number of shots. She was giggling with her drunkenness, bathing in
the light of her habits and the euphoria that the alcohol and nicotine gave
her. Scout pulled his sister into his arms, and she barely struggled against
him, only gave a few halfhearted shoves before falling still. “Marie, let's
go.” The blonde haired girl looked over at him and quickly collected a few more
dollar bills from a man who'd lost against her, before bounding off after her
brother, snatching on to one of his coattails.
Their home wasn't too far from this bar. Every month in the summer, when the
kids didn't have school, the Genoard-Gandor family switched from living in a
large apartment in the city to the Genoard estate in New Jersey, and right now,
they happened to be staying in the apartment, which made things a lot easier.
From where they were at the manor, if Scout couldn't get the servants to bring
him anything, he'd have to drive a good while to get to the nearest bar. Car
trips with Eileen, no matter how short were usually nearly unbearable.
Thankfully enough, she was half passed out now, and she probably wouldn't put
up much of a fuss going to bed.
When Scout approached the apartment, he could see that the living room light
was still on, and he groaned inwardly. So their parents had managed to figure
out about Eileen and Marie's escape. Knowing that confrontation couldn't be
avoided, Scout pushed open the front door, waiting for Marie to trail in behind
him before he shut it. At first, all Scout could see was the great, unmoving
shape of a lion lying on the couch, his tufted tail and back paws hanging over
the edge, his head resting on his crossed forelegs. He almost looked stuffed,
until one great amber eye opened and peered into Scout's. For most people, this
would be terrifying, but after he set Eileen on the floor, he cooed gently to
the beast;
“You waitin' for me, Leonidas?” The creature let out a low mix of a throaty
purr and a moaning sound, before he made his way over to the boy, placing both
paws around his shoulders as if he were hugging him. “That's my boy.” The
family had come to acquire the big cat as a gift from Maiza when he visited
Africa, back in 1946. He'd said that the cat had descended from an experimental
line of big cats that had house cat DNA implanted in them, specifically the
more obedient or doglike breeds of cat such as the orientals, so he wasn't as
“wild” as a normal lion. Scout was so caught up in the greeting that he didn't
notice his mother's arrival until he heard him speak.
“Eileen Caroletta Genoard-Gandor, what the hell do you think you're doing?” It
was very clear to Dallas that his daughter was quite intoxicated. He knew the
signs very well. “Sneakin' out this late. Gettin' drunk off your ass.”
“'m no' tha' drunk,” Eileen slurred, and she almost fell over. Leonidas managed
to arrive at her side just in time, however, and she leaned on the sandy
colored cat.
“And you've got cigarette smoke all over ya', think I wouldn't notice that?”
Dallas continued, appearing to completely ignore what Eileen had said. “Now get
your ass in bed, we'll talk when you can stand up. And you're grounded.”
“For how long?” Eileen muttered as she fell over the cat's back.
“Until I say so. That goes for you too, Marie.” The blonde girl said nothing as
she held fast to Leonidas's tail as though it were the only thing she had left
on Earth. Scout was silent as the cat carried them upstairs, and he looked over
at Dallas as he practically fell into the couch, his hand over his eyes,
sighing. “Scout...”
The boy didn't say anything as he curled up at his mother's side, resting his
head on his shoulder as if he were still a small child.
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