montyclifton:

You always seem to be under the impression that I’m ready to start sobbing at any given moment. I do have some control over my emotions, thank you very much. [Monty’s hands remained on Two-Bit for a while longer after the engine was killed, until he pulled away and nodded] Yeah.. that’s me. I’d invite you in, but I don’t want you to choke on the luxury. 

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[Still looking up at the place, trying to remember if he’d robbed this house before or one that just looked like it Two-Bit grabbed his crotch] Choke on this, rabbit. [He tore his eyes away from Montgomery’s house and back on Monty himself and smirked before putting his helmet on and flipping up the visor] Don’t mention it, richie. [He flipped it down again and revved his engine back up before taking off again, good deed done

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montyclifton:

No, no. He’s just my friend, my very straight friend. So no, nothing of the sort. I could never— Why would you even think that? I don’t do crushes, or rather.. How fast are we going?

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Yeah yeah straight friend, I got it don’t cry about it. I dunno, but this is your neighborhood right? I’m slowin’ down, relax [Like he said, the greaser slowed down, looking for a brick house then came to a stop. He cut the engine on the bike then looked up] This it…you live here? 

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montyclifton:

Not hurt, hurt you, but sometimes it can be uncomfortable for people— Nevermind. [Monty felt his face burn bright red, and he couldn’t have been more thankful for the fact he was behind Two-Bit and that it was dark out] He doesn’t have a stupid chin! He’s quite handsome, but yes, that would be him. Some people say a dimple in the chin is an added touch of masculinity. 

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How? Gonna be a boring ride if you get ll quiet on me. Alright alright, ‘least I know we’re talking ‘bout the same guy, if you weren’t with fu—Carter I’d think you had a crush there. 

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oliviaduncan:

"Well, I obviously knew, but - it just makes me…sad," she shrugged awkwardly, unsure of how to express herself. "Sure thing." She reached into his pocket and dragged his shades out, only to pause momentarily with an eyebrow raised. "Why the hell do you need your shades anyway?"

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Well snap the fuck out of it, all is well, bad guys are goin’ to jail left and right because of you an’ me. [Two-Bit tore his eyes from the street giving her a look that should have been obvious to look at her briefly before turning back] Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, Blanche, look at this car I’m drivin’, gotta wear shade when drivin’ a bitchin’ car like this one. 

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montyclifton:

Tighter? I don’t want to hurt— [Feeling the bike move, Monty gripped Two-Bit even tighter out of fear and began counting to himself. The moment he reached ten, he opened his eyes] He’s— He’s just another PA friend. The comedian? 

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You really think you can hurt me? You wish, fucker. [Two-Bit smirked when he felt Monty grip tighter, he was right] Oh yeah big guy, you’re really puttin’ a hurtin’ on my right now. [Two-Bit was quiet as he turned the corner, trying to come up with a face] Oh yeah I guess I think I know the guy’s face, got a stupid fuckin’ chin, don’t he? 

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montyclifton:

I’m not timid, I just know my limits and tend not to push them too hard. I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. Oh, right. Take the first left down this road, go straight, no pun intended, and then it’ll be another right. It’s the brick house.

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I’m not, well not really. Not funny in the way you or Ray are. 

Gotch, Rabbit. you might wanna hold on a little tighter. [He took off on the motorcycle, but made an effort to not go as fast as he usually did knowing that if it was Monty’s first time on a bike he was probably already a little freaked. Over the wind, Two-Bit yelled] Who the fuck’s Ray? 

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montyclifton:

How does that surprise you? I really don’t spend time on bikes during my free time. Knowing me I’d tip over and break myself and the bike. [Doing as told, Monty threw his leg over on the side and placed his hands on each side of Two-Bit’s waist. All the while holding his breath until the bike roared to life

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I owe you a ride on my Huffy whenever you’d like. It even has a fancy basket too. 

I dunno, everybody I know’s been on a bike. You’re a timid little fucker, [He revved up the bike, foot still on the ground] You gotta tell me where I’m goin before I move. 

[He laughed] You’re a funny guy you know that, Monty?

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montyclifton:

Like I would dare take his name in vain.. Thank you.

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Your bike.. Well uh— Okay. [Monty shook his head and accepted the helmet with a gracious smile] I tend to appreciate waking up in the morning, yeah. No one wants to become roadkill. Where do I— I’ve never been on a bike before. 

You never been on a bike before? We’r epoppin’ some cherries tonight, rabbit. It ain’t rocket science though, just throw your leg over, sit on the seat an hold on. It’s called ridin’ bitch. You can either hold on to my shoulders or around my waist. I do all the hard work. 

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oliviaduncan:

"I know, but you know how I react when you drop bombs like that,” She sighed contentedly, purposefully rubbing her head into him. There were very few moments in which Two-Bit didn’t let out a single complaint about affection, so she was taking advantage of the opportunity. “Thanks, but you know that it’s better this way. He’s the only one who needs to deal with the consequences of…all of this.”

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That’s a bomb to you, Blanche? [He chuckled] Maybe it was a firecracker, one of the weak ones you buy in grocery stores. Hey do me a favor an’ gimme those shades outta my pocket an’ put em on my face. Try not to poke my eye out will, ya? 

I  dont know ‘bout better, but moral. 

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montyclifton:

Hey, be nice. His name is Carter and I happen to think he’s quite wonderful. 

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I planned on it, no one really pays me any attention this late at night, at least around these parts. Why, was that an offer?

Sure thing, rabbit. ‘Sides, I’d beat your ass if you ragged on Keeg so I get it. See? I’m a fair guy. 

Yeah, my bike’s right here. [two-bit walked over too his bike and mounted it]  Come on, you get the helmet, you look lie you care ‘bout safety an’ shit. 

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