abbyyblasko

[abbyyblasko]

Abby had been watching the situation carefully the entire time, the sleazy, greasy guy that kept trying to hit on her younger sister and she knew that she could easily step in, if the situation called for it and she was pretty sure that the situation was currently calling for it, especially since her sister seemed to be a little too drunk to make correct decisions right now. Walking towards the male that was following her like a leech, raising her fist and easily hitting him in the jaw, watching as he groaned and stumbled back. “Fuckin’ bit-” though the words got caught in his throat when he saw the proud Diablo patch that resided on her worn leather jacket, quickly nodding and backing away, if he dared raise a hand to Abby than he would have a mob of angry bikers on his tail. “Even drunks girls know you’re a scab.” Abby hissed out, ignoring the ache in her knuckle as she made her way towards Amaria, shaking her head- this was what her job consisted of, being the eldest sister meant that sometimes she had to punch a dickhead in the face to make sure nothing bad happened to her siblings. “You seriously gotta start picking better guys, no matter how many free drinks they offer.” Abby replied as she threw a casual arm around her sister. “I’d buy you cranberry vodka’s for fucks sake.”

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“If you’re looking to rack up some good karma in your life, then this is your opportunity.” Amari had approached the innocent bystander rather abruptly and she hardly took a moment’s breath to allow them to get a word in edgeways before she continued on. “I need you to throw a big smile on that face and pretend like we’re super close and haven’t seen each other in years and it’s such an amazing coincidence that we’re both in this bar at the same time.” to play along with her own plan, Amari grinned widely as if she truly were excited to see them. “And the whole reason why I’m even bothering to ask you to do this is because that guy over there,” she nodded gently in the direction of the culprit, “literally doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. He just keeps on buying me vodka cranberries and as much as I love a vodka cranberry, I just don’t have the mental energy to explicitly explain why I’m not at all interested in him so my plan is that this is totally going to work and he’ll get the message and fuck off.” 

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Abby chuckled lowly as she made her way through the slightly crowded bar. It was one of the few nights that she actually had off, where she could sit back and down a few drinks before stumbling home, Esme had offered to look after Isabel, knowing that Abby could spend the day laying hungover in bed and not worry about her kid burning something down or getting herself arrested, worries that most mother’s shouldn’t have but Isabel was a Blasko after all, it’s like they could smell out trouble and create it for themselves. Nodding to a few people she knew as she clutched the bourbon and coke tightly in her hands, trying to make her way back towards the smoking area and finally sit down and enjoy her drink in peace, perhaps she was getting too old for this shit after all, since when did girls wear such short shorts? What the fuck would their parents if they saw them?

Lost in her maternal mind until she felt herself crash into someone, spilling some of the drink onto her person. “Fuck.” She muttered out, opening her mouth to issue an apology until she saw who it was. She felt her stomach drop and her heart start pounding in her chest, she hadn’t seen him since that fateful night that Isabel had been created and she had kept it that way, not wanting to drag the poor bastard into an unhappy life of raising a kid at such a young age when she could easily do it herself, she had been raising kids her entire life anyways, she was practically born to be a mother but didn’t meant she was going to subject someone else to that life when she didn’t have to, besides she and ‘Bel did fine on their own anyways. “Sorry.” She finally muttered out in a slightly strangled voice.

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it  didn’t  take  long  for  yael  to  figure  out  she  was  sitting  next  to  a  diablo  as  she    swore   she  recognised  abby’s  face  from  somewhere,  but  her  drunken state  of  mind  didn’t  seem  to  care  much.  the  woman  next  to her  had  most  likely  never  even  seen  her  before  and  although she’d  prefer  to    keep    it  that  way,  the  brunette  couldn’t  help  but  scoff.     ‘ i  can  handle  myself,  oh,  kind  lady.  ’    a  chuckle  leaves  liquor  stained  lips  as  eyes  roll  to accompany  her  demeanour,  digits  trailing  through  her  hair.     ‘  why  don’t  you  go  find  your  damsel  in  distress  somewhere    else,    hm   ?    ’ 

Stealing another glance at the bartender who was about ready to kick the drunken girl out on her ass, sucking in a breath and shaking her head. “Yeah, take it from me, someone who has experienced this but you are far from fine. I’d say you’re about five or so minutes away from puking your guts up.” She stated bluntly. Perhaps it was the motherly instinct but she had never been one to leave a kid in a situation like this. “At least let me order you an Uber or something?”

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It was nearing dusk as Jackson headed back to the club house, only to stumbled upon the image of a familiar pick up truck. Perhaps it would have been comical to continue on driving past, but given the lack of help she had obviously been offered it clearly wasn’t an option this time. Easing his bike to a stop he kicked the stand out before stepping off, settling his helmet over the handlebar as he went. “Easy Red, no one needs to get hurt here.” The male teased, expression serious as he approached despite the humor in his tone. It also perhaps wasn’t the time for an I told you so, given he’d taken pleasure in giving her shit about it only being a matter of time before big Betty broke down. ”I think you’re better of doing yourself a favor and selling her for scrap metal.” He mused, looking over the engine as he did. Sure he could tinker with engines but this one seemed beyond repair.

Abby watched as she saw Jackson’s now familiar bike pull up towards her, letting out a bated breath, glad that at least she knew the person who had stopped to help her- it was ironic, really; most would be nervous about a biker stopping to help them but Abby felt at east, especially having them from her own club, they were family, they helped each other out. Watching as he examined the car and letting out a sigh at his words. “Fucking figured as much,” she definitely couldn’t afford to get a new car at this point and she needed to be able to get her and Isabel around and a bike wasn’t the most sensible choice to cart a kid around. “Know anyone who is selling cheap, semi-decent cars?” She asked hopefully though she doubted as much. “Isabel will be shattered, she loved this piece of shit so much.”

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“Aw nah, you owe me goddamn cupcakes now.” PJ laughed and put his smokes back into his pocket and then shrugged his kutte in place a bit. There was something sisterly about Abby that PJ enjoyed, like he could sit and just hang out and it never get stale or old. Or maybe PJ was hungover, too in his feelings, and just wanted some damn company that didn’t expect much from him. “Sounds good. I’ll follow you.” The Diablo slid his sunglasses back on and hooked his helmet buckle, straightening up his bike and turning it on, prepared to follow her back to her place. 

“Calm down, you’ll get your fucking cupcake.” Abby replied back bluntly, shaking her head- it was almost funny to see a biker of all people got so damn riled about some subpar cupcakes, did he realize how disappointed he would be when he actually tried one? That reaction alone would be worth it. Nodding her head as she walked back towards her car, knowing that PJ would follow her, not that she didn’t want members at her house, she’d just never really invited any over for a get together considering she had a kid.

It wasn’t a long drive back to Abby’s otherwise simple brick, single story home. Parking in the driveway and climbing out, waving at PJ. “Welcome to my shitty humble abode.” She said bluntly, waving towards the slightly worn house that she had raised her child in. “Ignore all the toys and shit laying around, ‘Bel still hasn’t learnt to clean up after herself quite yet.”

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[abbyyblasko]

✉️ SMS => Abby

Esme: Yeah yeah....

Esme: I guess. I don't know I just didn't think it would hurt this much. I mean it wasn't like a year or two years it was 7 almost 8 years.

Abby: look, it's always going to hurt kid.

Abby: it just makes us tougher.

[abbyyblasko]

✉️ SMS => Abby

Esme: no he did not lay hands on me. If he laid hands on me you know I would be laying hands back at them.

Esme: Hi, hello. have you ever met you? You literally scared the crap out of him for like two years.

Abby: good, just like I raised you to be.

Abby: that was to make sure he was tough enough to be in our family and clearly he wasn't.

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[abbyyblasko]

The words that surpassed her lips in frustration, evoked something of a small smile from the male as he merely nodded in response. The old girl certainly looked as though she had seen better days despite the obvious steam that began to subside. “Figured that might be the case.“ Liam replied, though his tone was void of malice, the comment was but all the confirmation he needed to settle the faint familiarity the other gave off. Sure he wasn’t the biggest advocate for the motorcycle clubs nor their actions, nevertheless he wasn’t one to judge just because of a patched leather cut. For no one knew better than him what it was like to be judged, stereotyped even - twas but just one of the many reasons he quit his professional ice-hockey career. “Sounds like she’s done her time.” The male answered, as he settled into a moment of silence while he looked about the engine. Exhaling a sigh he straightened before stepping out from under the hood, hands marked with several blotches of grease. “Bad news is, you’ve got a busted radiator and fan belt. Good news is, the model isn’t exactly rare so it shouldn’t be a hard fix.”

Abby stood back slightly as she allowed the male to examine the car, she knew that things weren’t looking good for the car that had gotten through so much, but finding the funds to feed a growing child, pay the rent and bills and fix a car weren’t exactly easy and Abby was always too proud to ask anyone for a loan. She knew that most people in Newton weren’t exactly friendly towards people who were apart of the club but Abby had always been somewhat different, she was also a mother and Blasko, a juxtaposition of so many things- never just one thing at the same time. “I figured as much, she’s been dying for awhile now.” She confessed quietly, crossing her arms and leaning forward, glancing into the hood and seeing if she could see what the male was but only saw rusting car parts. Letting out a frustrated sigh, running a hand nervously through her raven curls. “and how much will all that cost?” She asked in a small voice, wondering how she’d afford the car parts and a mechanic. “I have like a hundred bucks aside for emergencies, so something tells me that it would cost more?”

[abbyyblasko]

Women, Theo had figured out early on, did not like when someone insinuated weakness in any manner, which was why he offered so many options. He was prepared for her quip, and stayed a respectable distance from her, careful to mask his face of anything other than a friendly smile. “I want you to do whatever comfortably gets you off the side of the road, ma’am,” he drawled, hands coming to push inside his front pockets. He wasn’t put off. In fact, he was proud she was skeptical. Growing up surrounded by drunk tourists meant watching all to naive encounters happen around him on the regular.

Gesturing his hand out to his car, his smile remained the same. “Then, by all means, the passenger side door is open.” He hadn’t planned on taking a stranger around town for errands, but it wasn’t like he could back out now. Besides, there were worse things he could do with his time than work on his karma. Reaching up, he undid the prop on the hood, and allowed it to fall down and close. Dusting his hands off, he turned to look over his shoulder. “Did you need anything out of your truck? Keys? A bag?” He turned to face her, expression expectant as he waited. “Or did you plan on coming back here after we scoop up your rugrat?”

Abby studies the male carefully, even if he did turn out to be a creep, it’s not like Abby couldn’t defend herself, she’d taken care of herself more times than she could count and she could throw a wicked right hook if it was needed, plus she was pretty sure she had her knuckle busters in her handbag too, she rarely left the house without them. “Ma’am?” Abby couldn’t help but laugh at his formality, the last time someone had been so formal with her was when her daughter had cut off another girls hair in class. “No need to be so formal, just call me, Abby.” She answered honestly, raising a brow at him and waiting for him to give his name back.

Nodding her head as she reached into her truck and grabbed the keys and handbag, throwing the keys in the already disorganized handbag. “I’m honestly more concerned about picking my kid up at school than anything else.” She hated being late picking Isabel up, it reminded her of the times that no one showed up to pick her up from school and she didn’t want Isabel to have those same feelings, she’d never once missed a school pickup or drop off. “I’ll probably drop her off back home and than come back and deal with this piece of shit.”

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PJ smirked amusedly at the finger gesture and nodded in agreement at her statement. It was true. If PJ ever needed anyone in his corner, it was Jax or a Blasko he’d call and not even have to offer any explanation. Those were the type of friends he liked to keep close because it was a true two way friendship there. Admittedly, PJ didn’t know much of Abby’s personal life in terms of her mothering and hadn’t even ever seen the kid, but what he did know was she was kick ass and strong, and apparently a baker. “What? Bikers can’t enjoy a damn cupcake once in awhile without their toughness being questioned?” PJ narrowed his eyes at her accusingly, all out of fun. “I’ll kick some ass for a cupcake if that’s what it takes.” He pulled his pack of smokes out to shake a cigarette out before realising he still shouldn’t at the gas pump and grunted lowly. “Where you headed now?” Maybe he’d crash her cupcake making party, its not like PJ had any other plans and hell, maybe it would keep him out of trouble for a few hours.

Nodding her head, she was well aware of the reputation that her family had around town, perhaps that’s why Isabel struggled slightly to make friends at school, holding the same last name as Abby, yet there was no way she could give her the kids dad’s last name, could she? Quirking a brow at his response. “Fuck PJ, if I’d known you’d get this emotional over cupcakes than I wouldn’t have said anything.” Laughing at his clear dramatics regarding her cupcakes, she wasn’t even that great of a baker, it was just damn vanilla cupcakes with some sprinkles. Shrugging her shoulders. “Heading home to make these damn cupcakes so those damn PTA bitches can fake compliment me to my face while they insult me at their cheese and wine parties.” She knew exactly what those bobbed soccer mom’s said about her behind her back but for her kids sake, she ignored it most the time. “Wanna follow me back? We can have a beer and shoot the shit.”

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[abbyyblasko]

✉️ SMS => Abby

Esme: I wasn't ready to tell anyone. I was also trying to process everything.

Esme: I know. I should've told you before. I also didn't want you to go on a murdering spree.

Abby: did he lay his hands on you or something?

Abby: why do you think I'd be so mad?

[abbyyblasko]

Abby watched the older woman, her arms crossed over her chest as she resisted the urge to say something, watching as the reaper quickly walked out of the office. This was the part of her job that she hated, when she was sent in to play damage control, to make sure that some form of truce was kept between the two, which is why she currently found herself waiting to meet with the woman. “Was that necessary?” Abby asked curiously as she walked forward, sat down in the seat and nodded her head cordially at the other woman. “We both know why I’m here...” Abby began, seeing no point in beating around the bush. “I’m here to make sure that people aren’t going to start getting gunned down in the middle of the street.”

“Everyone makes mistakes. In this case, though, you’ve run out of second chances. Do not disappoint me, again,” Evelyn told the other, arms folding across her chest, lips pressing together to smooth out her lipstick more. These were stressful times, and there was literally no more room to be making careless decisions and fail at assigned tasks. For five years, Evelyn had managed to keep things between the two gangs peaceful. There was hardly any problems, surprisingly. Though with the newly elected President of the Diablos, being Oliver, she wasn’t sure where they lie now. @ridereblogs​

[abbyyblasko]

Perhaps her motherly instincts had kicked in as Abby watched the younger woman at the bar continued to mouth-off to anyone that got closer towards her, and she couldn’t see it ending well, especially in a town like this. Nodding at the bartender. “One of yours Abby?” They asked curiously as Abby screws up her nose and shakes her head. “No, but I’ll take her somewhere.” She muttered, leaning against the bar as she stared down at the other girl, shaking her head. “I’d like to see you in even try, you’re too drunk to even stand, you got somewhere to go?”

‘  i  should  probably  tell  you  that  if  you  don’t  back  off,  you're  going  to  wake  up  with  your  fingers  missing.  ’     the  troubled  girl  points  out,  speech  just  a  tad  bit    slurred    thanks  to  a  few  too  many  ounces  of  alcohol  that  stirs  within  her  system  now,    rendering    her  vision  askew  as  she  doesn’t  bother  to  turn  and  glance  at  the  other  now  at  her  side.  she’d  been  sitting  at  the  bar  for  the  past  hour  and  like    clockwork    various  strangers  had  approached  her  attempting  to  land  greasy  paws  on  her  figure.     ‘  i’m  gonna  take  a  wild  guess  and  say  you  don’t  want  that.  ’

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Abby had been heading to the bar, mainly to see if she could wrangle up some of her siblings- hearing that a fight broken out, she wouldn’t be shocked if some of the Blasko siblings were behind it all, they usually were. Placing the cigarette between her lips as she stood outside the bar, lighting up the smoke and standing by a few of the bikes that lined outside the bar, yep, definitely wouldn’t shock her if some of her damn siblings were behind this rumored fight. Admiring one of the Harley’s as she continued to smoke, she glanced up when she heard someone speaking, putting up her hands in defense. “Relax, just admiring your ride.” She answered honestly, she wasn’t looking for a fight, she rarely was. “Not trying to blow anything up.”

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coming out of the building, the biker pulls a cigarette his lips and a cloud of smoke forms above him. the sky around him is as dark as his sweater and there is a crisp breeze blowing by him. it’s not so cold for him to see his breath, and connor is glad he has never had live in a place where he can. the male glances out at the sky and gives a long exhale. he pulls his hood up over his head and starts towards his bike. he hadn’t planned on leaving, but seeing someone lingering close to his harley, his chin lifts.  “need something?”  he asks, bringing the cigarette to his lips for a puff as he approaches. his jaw is already tensed —  he doesn’t like people around his bike when he isn’t.  hell, he doesn’t like people near his bike even when he is.

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It was rare that Liam genuinely enjoyed his days off, given he choose to keep himself busy with work or even pottering about the fire department, fixing odd jobs here and there. When he wasn’t at work he was either at the gym or toying with his own vehicle - a 1967 black chevy impala, that he at least tried to keep immaculately polished. And as he tore down the back roads, of Newton the last thing he had expected to come across was that of a broken down pick-up truck and a woman lent over the steaming hood. His conscious couldn’t very well allow himself to keep driving, even if he recognized the woman as one of few Diablos riding about town. Sure there were a few others about but none seemed to be bothered by the woman, nor interested to help her.

Slowly he pulled his vehicle over, pulling up in front of her truck before stepping out into the cool afternoon breeze. Exhaling a sigh, he shoved his keys into his pocket as he approached. Lips twitching into a small knowing smile as he watched the woman beat down on her tire. Her frustration evident within her words. “Shitty cars? No.” He remarked shoulders rising and falling in a shrug of indifference. “Every other car, maybe — I mean I’m no mechanic but I know my way around under a hood.” Tone playful as he attempted to lighten the mood of the others situation. “How long you had her?” He added idly, stepping up to the hood as he peered down into the engine, hands shifting over several pieces as he did.

Abby felt herself openly rolling her eyes as she saw the people driving past her. She knew that part of the reason would be because of the people she was with, apart of the biker gang, even if she was merely the one who sat around and stopped war from breaking out, the one who occasionally broke the bad news to the rest of the club and yes, she had her bike sitting in the driveway but that was only because she loved bikes, her association had nothing to do with that love, being apart of the Diablos just made it easier to live in a town like Newton. Watching as a car finally appeared to stop and let out a sigh of relief, it seemed someone had finally taken pity on her. 

Stepping back slightly as the male got out of the car, she’d seen him around town a few times but had never spoken to him, she was pretty sure he was a firefighter but couldn’t confirm it. Nodding her head. “This is a piece of shit.” She answered bluntly, though the car had been loyal to her for thirteen years now. “You’d know more than me, I’m better with bikes.” She answered honestly and even then, her knowledge was somewhat limited, she wouldn’t be able to rebuild one like a lot of the family members. “About thirteen years now.” She admitted, it was only a matter of time before the already old truck gave out on her. “She’s been faithful until now but it was time, really.”

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walking around aimlessly ( and in both stratford and newton, at that ) was apparently becoming one of his habits. it was better than hanging around at a bar and getting drunk, he supposed —  but then again, it wasn’t as if he’d stopped doing that anyway. these walks would just be added to a long and never-ending list of habits that he definitely didn’t need ; and this was one he didn’t want, either. it did make up for some interesting situations, though. there was always the possibility of running into people he’d rather not run into, but it seemed that was a risk he was willing to take. maybe he’d end up getting into a fight or two, something to actually distract him from his inner turmoil and send him right back into the thin limit keeping the clubs from another war. as he walked down the street, he noticed the figure standing near a truck  —  broken, he assumed. and his assumption was confirmed not even twenty seconds later. “ i know enough. ” bikes were more his speed for obvious reasons, but his father had taught him a thing or two about everything else as well before he’d passed. shitty cars were on the list. the corner of his lips twitched slightly, a hint of amusement crossing his features as she spoke. “ y’know, this sounds like the perfect start to one of those cliché horror movies. seems awfully familiar. ”

Abby glanced up when she heard someone speaking, quirking a brow at his statement. “Except I’m not in the middle of nowhere, well nowhere for Newton,” she shot back, her hands confidently residing on her thin hips. “and I’m not some big breasted, helpless blonde.” She added, a confident smirk coming across her features. Though she knew there was always the danger of someone trying something on her but she knew how to fight back, it came with holding the surname of Blasko, especially in Newton where everyone knew their family and what they were like, how many fights had Abby gotten into at school because of someone making fun of her trailer trash family? The fact that Abby was the one who had raised her younger siblings and even the older ones- the fact that she’d never really gotten a childhood from it. Shaking her head as she pulled herself away from her thoughts, now wasn’t the time to get lost in her bleak childhood memories. “Can you fix it or not?” She asked coldly, nodding to the still steaming car. “If not, I need to borrow your phone to call someone who can.”