Hearing the lock turn in the door, Rhys opened it tentatively and the sight that greeted him was something that under normal circumstances would have made him grin from ear to ear. Seeing their diminutive neighbor with Barbie on the ropes was a delightful perk. He looked drunk and beat up and Rhy sincerely hoped this would help him learn a damn lesson.

"My sincere apologies, Miss Sandow, my brother has terrible sense after a few drinks." Rhys was boiling under the surface, embarrassed and mildly aggravated that Barbie was this big of an idiot. Rhys crossed the room in a few long strides and cuffed Barbie around the back of his neck with one forceful hand. "I think you owe, Miss Sandow an apology." Rhys intoned as he held his brother put. "And I'll be by to fix up the place tomorrow." He assured their neighbor knowing Barbie would rather eat sand.

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A terrible sense? He was only one house off! Why was he the only one that seemed impressed by this fact??? Barbie's annoyance towards Rhys’ claims instantly stopped his laughing before he suddenly felt Rhys gripping the back of his neck. It was a moment that seemed to spiral Barbie’s mind back about 20 years, and he tried to struggle against his brother's strength for a moment, but even as adults he was never a match for his behemoth of a stepbrother. A rather upsetting fact to be reminded of considering he'd spent most of his youth wanting nothing more then to grow up bigger then Rhys.

A childish pout settled on Barbie’s lip as he grumply cast his eyes downward at their evil neighbor. “I’m sorry…” This was such bollocks considering she was the one that went completely unhinged when he’d already tried to apologize, “…for showing Miss Sandow how utterly terrible her home security is.” He couldn't help himself, and even a small huff of amused disbelief towards how easy breaking into her home had been managed to leave his lips. “I mean come on mate, that window was child's play. You’re going to want to get that looked at.” The words were nonchalant now as Barbie gave a small uncaring shrug to the woman. He'd basically done her a favor. She should just be thankful he wasn't some complete drunken lunatic.

  

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[Please feel free to punch, cut, maim, etc. Barbie at your leisure! Death is the only thing off the table. <3]

Once the constable was in the house, Ivy had a new goal: don't lose your temper. She didn't need Constable Gallagher to know that she could be explosive. She was doing a rather decent job of it — although her countenance was that of an irritated cat — until the drunk poked fun at her home security.

Ivy balled up one of her hands in a fist and swung, aiming for the man's face.

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It was a little too late for Rhys to do anything about it; Miss Sandow had quick reflexes, but Rhys wasn't sure if he'd accidentally held his stepbrother while he got punched, but honestly, the twat sort of deserved it. Rhys let go however, an unintended snort managing to make its way out as he let Barnabas deal with that repercussion on his own.

Rhys passed Miss Sandow what could almost be construed as an appreciative smile before letting his professional face resurface. "I apologize for the disruption and the mess," one of his least favorite things to do was apologize on Barnabas' behalf, but there was no way around it here.

"And I promise that I will be by to fix everything for you in the morning." He assured her again. Barnabas would pay for this in some other way, of that was Rhys was sure. A headache and a lecture in the morning would certainly be a nice bit of revenge.

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Ivy didn't trust herself to speak without cursing; she nodded at the constable's suggestion. The nod alone felt rude. Was it rude? Reluctantly, she added a bitten-out "Thank you."

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While the feeling of tiny knuckles colliding with his face had slightly caught Barbie off guard, it was the audible snort of what he could only assume to be amused delight leaving Rhys’ mouth that actually left him feeling irritated. For someone that might as well be the poster child of an uptight officer of the law he sure knew how to be an outstanding twat when behind closed doors. I mean, this tiny villain had just attempted to maim his beautiful face and the best Rhys could do was snicker at it?

Flashing an annoyed glare at his step brother despite the fact that Ms. Sandow was the one actually causing any damage to him, Barbie openly rolled his eyes as Rhys apologized and promised their clearly unstable neighbor that he’d be prattling his giant ass back there in the morning. Childishly Barbie scrunched his face into the most twisted and contorted snotty expression he could and mocked an air of silent self righteous prattle to no one in particular as the pair had their cordial exchange.

The second Ms. Sandow uttered her thanks though Barbie was spinning on his heel to get the hell out of there. To him, he’d been nothing short of commutative of his obvious mistake during their wild exchange before Rhys had came sashaying in like some kind of hero, and a small pout formed on his lower lip as he drunkenly skipped a few steps down the entrance of Ms. Sandow’s home before grumpily stuffing his hands into his pockets and rummaging for the small flask of bourbon he kept in there.

Taking a swig as the adrenaline fueled chaos had began to harshly ground his brain back more into reality, Barbie abruptly turned in front of his and Rhys home to dramatically point at the front door. “Seriously though! One. House. Off.” Confusion furrowed his brow as Barbie still couldn’t process how this wasn’t a feat to be proud of as he often found himself in far worse directional misfortunes. Shaking his head in another over the top display of self delusion, Barbie loudly huffed before turning and continuing the short distance back into what was actually his house. Bourbon flask pressed back against his lips the whole way in an effort to qualm his annoyance with the nights events.

  

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[Please feel free to punch, cut, maim, etc. Barbie at your leisure! Death is the only thing off the table. <3]

Well at least Barnabas had enough sense not to prolong the argument any further. As his brother made his way out to the street, Rhys passed Miss Sandow one more wry smile, making a note to ensure he rose early tomorrow to see to the damages.

Once out, he had the intention of tearing into Barbie, but as his brother continued to rant and rave under his breath, Rhys' annoyed grimace turned into a sly smirk. "Hey muttonhead, we live this way." He barked out, unable to hide the laugh, as he turned the correct direction and headed home.

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