they may have rocked the house a little too hard

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Who: gangster husbands Charlie Luciano and Meyer Lansky. And YOU.
What: Charlie and Meyer lose a wall of their house. Neither of them are thrilled about it. Open for anyone who wants to drop by and judge them for their lack of wall/help them build a new one
When: Day 110 (post earthquake)
Where: The little yellow house by the water aka gangster headquarters



Really, Charlie should have known better. It had been days since anything weird has happened, and as he's discovered in this place, that tends to be a sign for the worst. But he was hoping, wishing, that things would hold the fuck off until he got a few hours of sleep.

No such luck.

He awakes with a jerk, the ground around him pitching and swaying, just in time to see the far wall of the bedroom start to crumble and collapse.

There are not enough swear worlds in the world right now.

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Meyer's taken to spending most of his time in the kitchen -- it's quickly become his favorite room in the house, somehow, despite his limited cooking ability. Several seconds before the earthquake hit, he'd been trying to figure out just what to do with all of these greens he'd traded Balthazar for (making food like pasta or meat was easy, cooking with vegetables wasn't) the power had come back on, and he'd breathed a sigh of relief.

That sigh of relief hadn't lasted long. The earthquake took him by surprise as it began in earnest, several cups falling from the cabinets as the ground rumbled and the floor swayed. He knew that during an earthquake, the most important thing was to get underneath something like a table and cover your head, but his instincts were at war with each other: Charlie was sleeping, and he'd be disoriented upon waking up to that.

As the floor continued to shake, he made up his mind. There'd be no hiding under tables, not until he was sure Charlie was safe. Making his way down the hall and into the bedroom, he called out Charlie's name just as he heard the noise of something collapsing. Flinging open the door, he's about to rush to Charlie's side, when he notices that the wall is... gone.

"Fuck."

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Charlie fell off the bed at some point, probably around when the foundation started shaking. He's trying to untangle himself from the sheets, which is a little more difficult seeing as he's also covered in bits of drywall and wallpaper.

"Jesus fucking- you gonna fucking help me outta this, Meyer? For fuck's sake."

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"Yeah, I'm gonna..."

He's shaking his head as he crosses the room, trying to survey the damage to the wall -- not hard to do, considering it's almost entirely gone -- and make sure that Charlie's not hurt at the same time. He tugs the sheet away from Charlie unceremoniously, and offers him a hand up, eyes still on the wall (or rather, the gaping hole where the wall had been), disbelief written all over his face.

"It just... collapsed?"

It's a stupid statement. It's obvious that it had. But he hadn't quite expected their house to start falling apart.

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He takes the hand up gratefully and stands. His next task involves trying to dislodge half a wall's worth of plaster dust from his hair. It's not very effective.

It's only when Meyer speaks that he finally turns around, seeing the extent of the wall damage.

"Holy fucking shit."

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He huffs out a decidedly unamused little laugh and pushes his hair off of his forehead, then shakes his head again. Because there's nothing better to do, he reaches out to brush a piece of plaster off Charlie's shoulder. There's no way he'll be able to help Charlie get the plaster out of his hair.

"Well," he finally says, trying desperately hard not to break into a litany of particularly unpleasant swearing, "We're just going to have to fix it."

Or live without a wall, and that's unacceptable.

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"The fuck are we supposed to do that, huh? I ain't never built a fucking wall before." Hey, maybe Charlie is being a little unnecessarily cranky, but he was sleeping god damn it.

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"I helped fix up the diner here, okay? And I'm not half bad at fixing cars. Can't be that different."

Really, it can, but he's irritated and feeling contrary, so of course he's going to argue with Charlie. He assumes that the two of them together can put a wall back together, but he'd rather not have to at all. Unnecessarily cranky doesn't even begin to explain the mood that's in the room right now. They're both irritated by the collapse of the wall, Charlie's groggy from having been awoken unpleasantly, and Meyer's cynicism is working overtime, trying to figure out exactly what's going to go wrong next.

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"The job's fucking yours, then. Meanwhiles I gotta get another four hours of sleep." Some people may be fine getting along with little to no sleep, but Charlie isn't one of them.

Unfortunately, Charlie starts trying to make it towards the spare bedroom before actually checking that his foot isn't caught on part of the bed frame that fell over. Resulting in his first step forward twisting his ankle and pitching him forward again.

There is no holding back the swearing this time.

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"If you hadn't stayed up so late last night, you'd be..."

It's probably for the best that Charlie manages to trip over the bed frame before Meyer starts in on his comments about how late Charlie went to bed and something self-righteous about how getting up early is better anyway. He's always been a morning person, but he'd be hard pressed to define Charlie that way.

Charlie twisting his ankle and falling, though, is a lot more important than being right (remarkably, there are some things more important than being right,) and his swearing pretty much echoes Charlie's as he offers him a hand up. Again.

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"I'm gonna burn this fucker, fucking piece of shit." Because clearly well-made beds never trip anyone and it is entirely the bed's fault.

He pulled something in his ankle when he tripped, but hell if he's gonna let it show in his face when Meyer helps him up again. If there's one thing to really make this morning better it's spraining his ankle like a fucking thirteen year old girl.

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"Yeah, good, then we'll have no wall and no bed."

Not that they can really use the bed now anyway, since it's in a room with no wall, but it's the principle of the thing. He's not even going to waste the mental energy trying to figure out which one of them is going to be relegated to the couch until the wall gets fixed.

"You okay? You wanna sit down, maybe?"

Go ahead and try to hide it, Charlie. You can't get anything past this one, even if he can't quite read it on your face.