One year later…
Courtney leaps across the alley, rolling on her shoulder and kneeling behind a dumpster. The sound of bullets rattle though the air, and they clink-clank on the metal dumpster. She peeks around the corner, small pistol at the ready. Her diamond engagement ring glitters in the sun. She shoots at a Racketeer, who was also peeking around the corner of a trashcan. He crumples into a pile and blood spills in a ruby puddle around his body.
She smirks to herself and sprints from behind the dumpster. As Courtney dashes through the alley, a sleek convertible Rolls Royce racecar pulls up at the curb, stalling the engine. She puts a tan, agile hand on the door of the car and hops over it, though the open roof and into the passenger seat.
Courtney turns to face the driver, who stomps on the gas pedal and they zoom off. The driver was her boyfriend, her fiancé, the love of her life, and the guy who had taken her virginity. Duncan. He smirks at her and returns his teal eyes to the road.
“Did you get the money?”
They were just back from a bank robbery, but, to Courtney’s disappointment, she hadn’t been able to take any money. “No! That asshole of a bank clerk had to put a freaking dye bomb in it, so all the cash was stained red,” Courtney grumbles, digging though the glove compartment. She grabbed a cigarette, held it between her lips, blocked the wind with a cupped hand, and expertly lit the cigarette with a lighter.
She lets out a puff of smoke, which is immediately blown away from the wind in the convertible. She holds the cigarette between two fingers as she combs her hair with the fingers of her other hand. Duncan had taught her to smoke about a little less than a year ago. While she was learning, she had accidentally burnt his finger while she was trying to learn to use a lighter. He still had a scar on the knuckle of his thumb. Now even today, Courtney didn’t much care for the taste of a cigarette, and she only smoked when she felt pissed off or was drunk.
Duncan parks the car in the alley behind Log Cabin, and they climb out of the car. Courtney flicks the cigarette butt into the gutter. It was best to not be roaming the streets when the cops were coming at any second. As they quickly walk up the stairs, Duncan puts his hand on Courtney’s lower back, and they walk into the apartment. They walk up a flight of stairs and into the living room, where the majority of the Log Cabin gangsters were waiting.
Duncan takes a seat on a ratty couch and pulls Courtney into his lap. The short skirt she was wearing rode up when she sat down, but Duncan clearly didn’t care, due to the pressure on the zipper of his ripped jeans. “Well… we didn’t get the money, you guys,” Duncan announces. Courtney rests her head on his chest and smiles at Damien, who was sitting across the room. He grins back and winks at her.
Damien and Courtney had gotten even closer during her stay at Log Cabin. They were best friends, and talked about everything together. In fact, Damien was the one who went around and told the other gangsters that Duncan and Courtney were officially dating again. The gangsters stopped using her as a guinea pig for their pick-up lines.
Parties still happened at Log Cabin every weekend. Flappers were still invited for the enjoyment of the other gangsters, but Duncan never left Courtney’s side. Usually they would go off and make out, or maybe even have sex. During one of the parties, Duncan even taught her how to play strip poker. He won the first dozen rounds, of course, but Courtney was a quick learner. Their games were often dramatic.
Also, Duncan proposed to her a few months ago. It was in the evening, around the time of sunset, but you couldn’t tell because the sky was gray and a storm was moving in. They were walking home from dinner, and Duncan led her on a different route home than usual. She had asked him where they were going, but he didn’t answer. He just smirked. Once they got to a street corner, Duncan got down on one knee and proposed… right in the spot where they first met.
She had taken all of her belongings out of her parents’ house once she turned eighteen, even though she was practically living at Log Cabin up until then. Duncan cleared out the room where Courtney had her extreme whiskey break-down about Mary. He filled the room with her stuff, even her bed. They never used her bed, though, because she slept in Duncan’s bed anyway. His bed was also a lot wider, which was helpful for… specific purposes.
But speaking of Mary, Courtney actually found the slutty prostitute at a random speakeasy that she and Duncan were rum-running to. All Courtney’s old anger had bubbled up inside her, and a cat-fight broke out in the middle of the dance floor. Mary lost, of course, since she was practically wasted by the time Courtney showed up. Mary was lucky that Courtney’s gun was out of ammunition. Duncan had to pull the girls apart, and he dragged Courtney into the backseat of the Rolls Royce, where they preceded to make out. According to Duncan, cat-fights were hot and they ‘turned him on.’
Suddenly, Courtney felt soft kisses being trailed up and down her jaw. She opens her eyes to see Duncan’s teal eyes right in front of hers. She grins sleepily and he smirks in return. “You kinda fell asleep in the middle of our meeting,” Duncan informs her.
“Shit!” Courtney hisses, sitting up quickly. Her vision blurred as spots covered her line of sight because of light-headedness. Finally, the spots clear and she notices that the room was completely empty of the gangsters. Robbing banks really drained the energy out of her.
“I need a drink,” she excuses herself, standing up from the couch. Duncan stares at her underwear under her skirt as she stands up, but Courtney yanks down her skirt while walking to the kitchen. She fills a small flute with bubbly champagne and leans her elbows on the kitchen counter while she drinks it.
Duncan stands up from the couch and walks into the kitchen. He wraps his arms around her waist and stoops his height a little so he could put his chin on her shoulder. Courtney tilts her head back and gives him a peck on his cheek. Then she hiccups, which causes her to go into a fit of giggles. Duncan smirks and pulls her closer to him, feeling her shake with laughter. Courtney was getting better at holding her liquor, but champagne got her feeling silly every time.
“I love you, babe,” he murmurs in her ear.
“Love you, too, Duncan,” Courtney replies giddily. He scoops her up in his arms and she wraps her legs around his hips, still holding onto her champagne flute. Duncan keeps his hands on her ass as he carries her up the stairs to his room, Courtney kissing his neck all the way.
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S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S!
Can't handle it, can't handle it,
Damn, that girl, she's scandalous.
But when you open up to talk,
I can feel I'm going soft.
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh!
No good,
You're up to no good,
But, damn, you look good and I'm drunk.
Now you got me thinking, like, maybe I would.
So hard to be good,
It's so hard to be good.
~ Scandalous by Cobra Starship
The author wrote this
(Author’s Note: The end! I’m pretty sad about that, since I loved writing about Duncan as a gangster. And hopefully everybody liked seeing Courtney after she’s been living with Duncan for a while and how he’s corrupted her. I’m so excited to get started on the couple in medieval times! Not as excited as during the Roaring 20’s… but oh well. I need to write SOMETHING to continue their relationship after TDA fucked it all up. So stay tuned for the new story... really, really soon. Lol. And, sorry to those of you who have been reading Total Drama Couple 2. It’s been put on pause. Not permanent pause, but pretty close, since I have literally no idea what to write about. I’ll probably start it up again once TDA has been over for a while… and after I’ve had time to stop seething about how they completely ruined Courtney and Duncan’s relationship. So on that note, lol, THANKS FOR READING!)
Courtney leaps across the alley, rolling on her shoulder and kneeling behind a dumpster. The sound of bullets rattle though the air, and they clink-clank on the metal dumpster. She peeks around the corner, small pistol at the ready. Her diamond engagement ring glitters in the sun. She shoots at a Racketeer, who was also peeking around the corner of a trashcan. He crumples into a pile and blood spills in a ruby puddle around his body.
She smirks to herself and sprints from behind the dumpster. As Courtney dashes through the alley, a sleek convertible Rolls Royce racecar pulls up at the curb, stalling the engine. She puts a tan, agile hand on the door of the car and hops over it, though the open roof and into the passenger seat.
Courtney turns to face the driver, who stomps on the gas pedal and they zoom off. The driver was her boyfriend, her fiancé, the love of her life, and the guy who had taken her virginity. Duncan. He smirks at her and returns his teal eyes to the road.
“Did you get the money?”
They were just back from a bank robbery, but, to Courtney’s disappointment, she hadn’t been able to take any money. “No! That asshole of a bank clerk had to put a freaking dye bomb in it, so all the cash was stained red,” Courtney grumbles, digging though the glove compartment. She grabbed a cigarette, held it between her lips, blocked the wind with a cupped hand, and expertly lit the cigarette with a lighter.
She lets out a puff of smoke, which is immediately blown away from the wind in the convertible. She holds the cigarette between two fingers as she combs her hair with the fingers of her other hand. Duncan had taught her to smoke about a little less than a year ago. While she was learning, she had accidentally burnt his finger while she was trying to learn to use a lighter. He still had a scar on the knuckle of his thumb. Now even today, Courtney didn’t much care for the taste of a cigarette, and she only smoked when she felt pissed off or was drunk.
Duncan parks the car in the alley behind Log Cabin, and they climb out of the car. Courtney flicks the cigarette butt into the gutter. It was best to not be roaming the streets when the cops were coming at any second. As they quickly walk up the stairs, Duncan puts his hand on Courtney’s lower back, and they walk into the apartment. They walk up a flight of stairs and into the living room, where the majority of the Log Cabin gangsters were waiting.
Duncan takes a seat on a ratty couch and pulls Courtney into his lap. The short skirt she was wearing rode up when she sat down, but Duncan clearly didn’t care, due to the pressure on the zipper of his ripped jeans. “Well… we didn’t get the money, you guys,” Duncan announces. Courtney rests her head on his chest and smiles at Damien, who was sitting across the room. He grins back and winks at her.
Damien and Courtney had gotten even closer during her stay at Log Cabin. They were best friends, and talked about everything together. In fact, Damien was the one who went around and told the other gangsters that Duncan and Courtney were officially dating again. The gangsters stopped using her as a guinea pig for their pick-up lines.
Parties still happened at Log Cabin every weekend. Flappers were still invited for the enjoyment of the other gangsters, but Duncan never left Courtney’s side. Usually they would go off and make out, or maybe even have sex. During one of the parties, Duncan even taught her how to play strip poker. He won the first dozen rounds, of course, but Courtney was a quick learner. Their games were often dramatic.
Also, Duncan proposed to her a few months ago. It was in the evening, around the time of sunset, but you couldn’t tell because the sky was gray and a storm was moving in. They were walking home from dinner, and Duncan led her on a different route home than usual. She had asked him where they were going, but he didn’t answer. He just smirked. Once they got to a street corner, Duncan got down on one knee and proposed… right in the spot where they first met.
She had taken all of her belongings out of her parents’ house once she turned eighteen, even though she was practically living at Log Cabin up until then. Duncan cleared out the room where Courtney had her extreme whiskey break-down about Mary. He filled the room with her stuff, even her bed. They never used her bed, though, because she slept in Duncan’s bed anyway. His bed was also a lot wider, which was helpful for… specific purposes.
But speaking of Mary, Courtney actually found the slutty prostitute at a random speakeasy that she and Duncan were rum-running to. All Courtney’s old anger had bubbled up inside her, and a cat-fight broke out in the middle of the dance floor. Mary lost, of course, since she was practically wasted by the time Courtney showed up. Mary was lucky that Courtney’s gun was out of ammunition. Duncan had to pull the girls apart, and he dragged Courtney into the backseat of the Rolls Royce, where they preceded to make out. According to Duncan, cat-fights were hot and they ‘turned him on.’
Suddenly, Courtney felt soft kisses being trailed up and down her jaw. She opens her eyes to see Duncan’s teal eyes right in front of hers. She grins sleepily and he smirks in return. “You kinda fell asleep in the middle of our meeting,” Duncan informs her.
“Shit!” Courtney hisses, sitting up quickly. Her vision blurred as spots covered her line of sight because of light-headedness. Finally, the spots clear and she notices that the room was completely empty of the gangsters. Robbing banks really drained the energy out of her.
“I need a drink,” she excuses herself, standing up from the couch. Duncan stares at her underwear under her skirt as she stands up, but Courtney yanks down her skirt while walking to the kitchen. She fills a small flute with bubbly champagne and leans her elbows on the kitchen counter while she drinks it.
Duncan stands up from the couch and walks into the kitchen. He wraps his arms around her waist and stoops his height a little so he could put his chin on her shoulder. Courtney tilts her head back and gives him a peck on his cheek. Then she hiccups, which causes her to go into a fit of giggles. Duncan smirks and pulls her closer to him, feeling her shake with laughter. Courtney was getting better at holding her liquor, but champagne got her feeling silly every time.
“I love you, babe,” he murmurs in her ear.
“Love you, too, Duncan,” Courtney replies giddily. He scoops her up in his arms and she wraps her legs around his hips, still holding onto her champagne flute. Duncan keeps his hands on her ass as he carries her up the stairs to his room, Courtney kissing his neck all the way.
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S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S!
Can't handle it, can't handle it,
Damn, that girl, she's scandalous.
But when you open up to talk,
I can feel I'm going soft.
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh!
No good,
You're up to no good,
But, damn, you look good and I'm drunk.
Now you got me thinking, like, maybe I would.
So hard to be good,
It's so hard to be good.
~ Scandalous by Cobra Starship
The author wrote this
(Author’s Note: The end! I’m pretty sad about that, since I loved writing about Duncan as a gangster. And hopefully everybody liked seeing Courtney after she’s been living with Duncan for a while and how he’s corrupted her. I’m so excited to get started on the couple in medieval times! Not as excited as during the Roaring 20’s… but oh well. I need to write SOMETHING to continue their relationship after TDA fucked it all up. So stay tuned for the new story... really, really soon. Lol. And, sorry to those of you who have been reading Total Drama Couple 2. It’s been put on pause. Not permanent pause, but pretty close, since I have literally no idea what to write about. I’ll probably start it up again once TDA has been over for a while… and after I’ve had time to stop seething about how they completely ruined Courtney and Duncan’s relationship. So on that note, lol, THANKS FOR READING!)
