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[Eric Gallows]

12.00 noon, August 11th




With the previous few nights spent tearing Las Vegas to the ground in what must have been the stag night of the centuary Eric had managed to crawl in the front door at half four in the morning and barely managed to stip off his shirt before collapsing into the bed, asleep before his head touched the pillow.

Which fo course is all well and good but it wasn't long before the curtains were drawn back and Eric, bleary eyed was grappled from his bed by nimble hands and shoved towards the shower. He wasn't sure if it was kate or one of her harridan sisters but regardless the hangman slammed the bathroom door shut behind him and slippedi nto the hot water, letting it cut through his clouded senses. Fresh pain flared over his entire right shoulder, extracting a hiss from Eric's lips. Turning his dark gaze down on the abused flesh Eric ran his hand over the still cabbed up flesh that had risen, looking raw and angry. Matt had managed to talk him round to getting a tattoo. One last act of freedom before the ball and chain was locked in place forever. Tensing his shoulder Eric rolled it, the intricate tribal designs were starting to surface, but the scabbed flesh did little to make the design appealing.

Even the shower offered little in the way of a sanctuary and soon after Eric was hustled from the house, unable to even see Kate for fear of 'bad luck'. So...bunged into the back of a cab with his stuff in a duffle bag, Eric sank nt othe back of the seat and tried to keep his stomach from escaping out his throat during the bumpy cab ride.

The short ride to the mayors house didn't do much for Eric's mood. His body was craving a smoke, long sleep and a promise never to touch scotch again. Paying the cab Eric slung the bag over his shoulder and walked up the steps to the mansion. The place looked incredible on a bad day but it had been touched up for the grand event. Already photographers were getting prepared on the lawn. A maid stepped out to greet Eric, a glass of bubbly set on a silver tray. " Welcome Mister Gallows...Can I take your coat?" Eric grunted, and brushed past her. " You got a bathroom?" The maid maintained a perfectly professional smile " Six doors down and to the left."


From one bathroom to another, Eric locked himself in and shrugged off his jacket, grunting at the sight of himself in the mirror. Still the peace and solitude offered by the water closet was a welcome relief from the hustle and bustle that would plauge today. Still...Slapping a big old ring on Kate's finger would be worthwhile especially with her spear chucker ex fuck buddy in town. A scowl set itself deeply on the hangmans features at the thought he would have to act like the spook was one of the boys for the duration of the night.

Putting such thoughts from his mind Eric quickly text Matt, making sure that the Best man knew what the fuck he was supposed to do. The text was quickly replied to with a text containing a picture of Eric, a stripper straddling either knee. Despite himself Eric couldn't help but smirk. Opening his duffle bag Eric stripped, washed himself down, shaved and donned his outfit. A crisp white shirt, a tie and a handsome black jacket with silver buttons. Next on went the dark green tartan kilt which Eric fastened once and posed in the mirror, only for the kilt to fall aside and expose him, grasping at the kilt Eric pulled it back in place and fastened it twice over. Discarding his boxers Eric donned the tall white socks and the thick polished black boots that completed the attire. Lastly, Eric drew the Sgian-Dubh knife from its sheath, checking the blade befofre sheathing it and stuff the sheath into his sock. Lastly, ever practical, the hangman pulled clear his forty five and checked it over, testing the action religiously before reloading it and stowing it inside his jacket.

With a final glance in the mirror the Hangman was ready to face the day. " Should have been born a Scot." He grunted, admiring himself in the mirror before slyly glancing to the door. Come on, who would hear? Leaning back Eric bellowed at the top of his lungs " Fucking...Freeeeeeeedom!" Grinning from ear to ear Eric strode from the bathroom, his bullish swagger returning. Coming down the hall he caught the maid greeting Matt. No doubt the paddie prick would be undressing her with his eyes. Swaggering over Eric pushed his shoulder. " I thought what happened in Vegas stayed in vegas, not come home with us on your fuckin' phone." Eric grunted, half serious, though unable to keep the grin from his lips.


( Tag the best man)

[Kate Gallows]

Kate stared at her reflection. Her head tilted first to the left then the right as she studied herself. A slow methodical smile parted her lips. Voice lowered made their way to her on the breeze coming through the open window, drapes fluttering in the breeze. Rays of the afternoon sun shone through the window and warmed the room. Kate turned on her bare feet and stepped into her heels. Two women off to her right chatted amongst themselves.

She heard very little but her eyes focused on their lips as they spoke. It was of no consequence to Kate whatsoever, in truth she didn’t give a flying fuck as to what they spoke of what did matter to her was that their gaze was riveted on her and in their gaze she noticed a very familiar emotion, envy. She did recall Eric’s name being mentioned and wondered if either of the women had graced his bed, she doubted it. Steeling her shoulders she smirked at the women and they turned their backs on her. They were to be assisting her in getting ready but she didn’t want nor did she need their help. Marti shuffled over and rested a hand on her sister’s shoulder and spoke softly to her. ”You should think about getting dressed soon, it’s almost time.” Kate turned to glance down at her sister and smiled at her as she pulled her into an embrace.

"I never thought this day would get here," she told Martina, holding her tightly against her. So tight that it made it difficult for her younger sister to take a full breath. Her face was buried in her breasts and her air cut off. Martina began to struggle, slowly at first then increasingly more frantic she was left without air to breath. "Relax," Kate crooned sweetly to her, "the harder you struggle the worse it will be, Martina.” Martina’s arms went limp at her sides and she ceased to struggle. Feeling her sister grow still in her embrace Kate released her and stepped back, laughing down at Martina. The younger woman gasped for breath, held her hand over her heart and moved back and away from Kate, fear in her eyes.

Kate laughed amusedly at her sister and her fear, though she ate it up and so enjoyed seeing that fearful look in Martina’s eyes. "Do you feel it now? That rush of air, that feeling of euphoria? That’s exactly how I feel." With another chuckle Kate left her ready room. She was dressed in her white lingerie and heels that she’d be wearing under her dress. Her sister, once she’d caught her breath yelled after her, ”Where are you going? You aren’t dressed yet!” Kate held up a hand to silence her sister. "I’m going to find my groom." ”It’s unlucky for him to see you before the wedding, Kate!” Fear laced her words but she’d do damned near anything to keep from incurring Kate’s wrath should anything happen to damper her big day. "I know, Martina, why do you think I’ve yet to put on my dress? That’s what’s unlucky. He can’t see my dress before the wedding," she called back to Martina, motioning towards the lingerie she wore.

She left her ready room and went in search of her intended. She heard his voice bellowing though she could not make out what it was he’d bellowed, so followed the sound of his voice. Once she’d tracked him down she threw open his door and frowned when she saw that Matt Delaney was in his ready room. Kate barely spared Matt a glance as she walked in her lingerie past him to her groom. She siddled up to Eric and stopped within a food of him. She rested her hands on her hips as she tilted her head back to look up at him. Her eyes flowed over him from head to toe and back up again.

Kate quirked a brow as she took in her husband in his finery. A mischievous glint entered her eye by the time she was meeting his gaze. "Are you wearing anything under your kilt?" She asked. Kate hoped to hell he wasn’t, it would give her something to think of during their recitation of their vow. Never taking her eyes off Eric she barked her order, "Leave us! Get the fuck out!" Her attention was riveted on Eric and she quirked a brow at him inquisitively. "Have fun in Vegas?" she asked him. Kate knew nothing of what had transpired in Vegas but she had known that that was where Matt and his friends had taken him.

[Eric Gallows]

Gutteral laughter greeted Kate upon her approach, the men sharing in some private joke, no doubt recalling with fuzzy memory the events of Vegas. Despite his pounding headache, Eric was in a golden mood. Wouldn't be long untill he had Kate as his wife. While Eric loved her to bits, and desired nothing more than to have her as his wife his mind also turned to the state of the prison. Wedding her would also fortify their position within the prisons politics and send a powerful message. Eric rather looked forward to putting the jackals in line when he returned to work, it would be entertaining to watch them slink out of his sight. The thought brought a grin to his lips.

Deleting the image from his phone Eric stuck it in his breast pocket and leaned forward, snatching up Matts and turning, shielding any attempts to grab it back with his shoulder as he flicked through the videos and photo's. Some of them were Matts exploits, all of them either raunchy, horrific, or both. Eric grunted and deleted every Vegas video in which he appeared. " Fuck me rigid." He muttuered under his breath, shoving the pphone back into Matt's pocket. " Your an asshole, you know that?"

When Kate burst in, all conversation ceased. Dressed in some very sexy garments and a pair of heels, Eric's jaw all but dropped, suddenly becoming too witless to continue his conversation with Matt. When she stalked up and looking over him Eric returned the look, raking his eyes up her long legs, over her hips and racck, taking some time to get to her gaze. Her comment snapped him from the stupor brought on by sheer lust and a grin formed on his lips. " Why don't you reach under and find out?"

Eric spared Matt a look, the grin on his face still when Kate ordered him out. Stalked forward Eric circled his arms around her, splaying his hands against the back of her corset. "Vegas was...tedious. I'd have been a lot happier spending the week end at home with you, and a few packs of beer. Especially if you strutted around all weekend dressed like this." Eric leans his face in close, brushing his nose against hers, a low growl rumbling in his throat. " How was your thing baby? Your sisters show you a good time?" Before she could reply Eric'sgaze dropped to her, practically droolin at the sight of her. " Don't suppose you've got time for a quckie, Miss Lawrence?" He asked, rather hopeful, eyes greedily drinking her in.

[Kate Gallows]

The moment Kate heard laughter coming from behind the door closed to her she was gritting her teeth. Fucking Matt! Eric’s best man. She could have found many men that were more suitable to be best man that Matt. He was a son of a bitch. Kate had somehow managed to make nice with CO Faith and the two of them had come to an agreement. They’d decided not to wring each others neck, and wasn’t that something. Because of their new found friendship Kate was not impressed with how callous Matt treated his ex-wife. On the cusp of being a new bride herself Kate took that shit personally. Just hearing his low grating laugh made her want to break a blade off in his gut and watch the life drain out of him.

She knew not what was going on behind that door but she leaned in close to it and strained to listen. It was not beneath her to eavesdrop when it came to Eric. As long as there were no feminine voices coming from the room she’d not lose her shit and wouldn’t that be lovely especially on her wedding day. No women’s voices could be heard and that alone was enough to improve Kate’s mood and put a smile, more of a smirk, on her lips. She’d not bothered to knock to announce her arrival she’d simply barged in as though she had every damn right to. It was HER fiance behind the door, that in itself gave her the right to barge in.

Kate took her sweet time approaching Eric. In taking her time she was given time really get a good luck at him. A mental image of her taking a knee in front of him and lifting his kilt played through her mind. She licked lightly at her lips then she was dabbing at their corners with the tip of a manicured finger. She laughed huskily at his comment back to her, not his answer, he’d given none. "Maybe I will," Kate countered, as though Matt wasn’t standing in the room, while reaching out her hand to grasp onto the bottom of his kilt. She was raising it up to reveal his thick thighs when she stopped dead and flicked her gaze up at him.

She was lifted effortlessly with Eric’s arms banding around her waist. Her legs lifted and wrapped around his waist and her arms encircled his neck. A smile tugged at her lips and she met his gaze intently. It was great news that he’d not enjoyed Vegas. She’d imagined his and Matt’s tag team banging strippers as his last hoorah. "You like this huh? I’ll wear it more often for you," she promised him with a cheeky grin. His question of a quickie had her eyes narrowing seductively at him. "You can't wait until the honeymoon? You tempt me. But not now. Soon. You'll need to keep your energy up for the honeymoon, baby, cause we aren't leaving the hotel until I've fucked you senseless." She leaned her upper body up to press a heated kiss to his lips. Kate reached down between them and eased her hand under his kilt. Nope, he wore nothing underneath and she sucked in a breath and shook her head at him. "Are you ready for this? You're ready to make me your wife?" If he was having any second thoughts whatsoever now was the time to mention it.