Dallen McHenderson
Dallen clenched his teeth at the man's words, forming his hand into a fist. Barely restraining himself, Dallen leaned back against the wall, face red. Remember, Ricky's going to handle it... Calm down... When Ricky spoke, Dallen stood stock-still, leaning against the wall.
"First off Oi want ye t' quit lookin' at yer boy like 'e is a piece o' meat f'r one, an' second Oi want ya t' drop dat bottle so Oi know Oi've got yer undivided attention." At Ricky's authoritative voice, the boy flinched like about to be struck, but his nervousness was quickly assuaged by the fisherman's quick smile. At this, the boy's father grimaced, and looking Ricky straight in the eyes, downed the rest of the bottle, before defiantly tossing the bottle against a wall behind him, shattering it.
"Yer boy ain't tol' me not'in ye should worry bout, only dat yer drinkin' 'abits lead t' a proper beatin'. Judgin' from what Oi've seen already Oi can see just 'ow it works too. De only concern Oi 'ave is why ye feel so inclined t' beat 'im all de same, when ya should be doin' de work o' a proper fat'er an' settin' a good example f'r 'im. Beatin' him roun' like a slave isn't all dat encouragin ya know." Ricky, eyes and face storming, was quite the imposing figure. Shaking his head disdainfully, he waited for the drunk to reply.
The merchant's father, spluttering in rage, stood up and clenched and unclenched his hands, as if wringing Ricky's neck. Whipping around violently, he sat down. Looking pointedly at Ricky alone, he said, "So, ah'm not supposed 't make there...consequences? And it's not necessarily... encouragin', but it'll toughen 'em up... And... and at leasht ah'm nawt... abandonin' 'em...."
At this, Dallen couldn't contain himself. Striding angrily forward, he reached the drunk, and grabbing him by the shirt, leaned in close to his face and began speaking. "Listen, you pathetic, sniveling drunken wreck of a man, let me tell you something. My mother is one of the nicest people in the world. And guess what? My FATHER abandoned her. You want to know something else? I STILL want to find my father and make him smile." Leaning in closer, so that his mouth was next to the man's ear, Dallen smelled the reek of alcohol in abudnance. "It's a son's instinct to want his father to love him." Standing up, he looked at the man like one would view something unpleasant that they had just stepped in. "And this isn't love, not by a long shot." Turning curtly around, he stood behind and next to Ricky, arms crossed.
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