Car rides got to him, some reason he always felt like throwing his guts out when Bam started zipping through the streets. He glared at the head rest in front of him and through it to the back of Bam's head- really he could never do anything to her, but thought it was best he let his discomfort known. He leaned forward and put his head on the front seat and slid his hand around the corner to grip at his olen's shirt, thinking maybe that would ground him enough to not toss his stomach on the floor.
She drove like a maniac but he kept his head down for the entirety of the drive- ignored the bitching about Q getting shot, ignored the hassle of her climbing into the back seat, knew if she could swear that much she was gonna be just fine. The Ghosty had it under control anyway and he preferred to not get involved. Besides, he was covered in two different assholes blood, they didn't want him touching her.
Bambi swerved around a corner and slammed the car to a sudden halt- if Alexie had been watching he probably could have prepared himself better and avoid slamming his head into the drivers seat. Everyone was rushing out of the car's and he looked around at them like he dared they say something. Realized a second later that his menacing glare was still hidden under his fucking mask.
Alexie climbed out and stepped aside for them to drag Q across the dirt to the new set of cars. He pulled and a cigarette and lit it, tipping his mask up a fraction to allow his mouth access to the nicotine. He watched the mayhem of everyone moving the shit- his job was to protect them, so he stood aside while they dragged the loot and 'protected'. Watched Bam dousing the pretty jeep with kerosene, her tiny body looked ridiculous next to that giant car. Alexie liked her best cause of that even though tiny was about the last word he would use to describe her. Sometimes he had a hard time dragging his eyes off her, mesmerized by all that fire. Back in Russia they used to set off fireworks inside of cans on the street. Thing would burst with sparks until he suddenly took off into the sky and for some reason his Bam reminded him of one of those. He walked over to her just as she finished dumping the last of the liquid out, rolling his cigarette between his lips as he stared down at her.
She grinned and dropped the can, her pretty little face mischievous as he craned her face up at him, “All yours.”. His smile was dangerously wide and he had to grab his cig before it fell out of his mouth. She winked and grabbed his arm as she moved by him- the touch made him feel like forgetting the explosion and follow her back to the car, but he turned back around anyway. Took one last long drag of his cigarette, flicked the ashes off, and tossed it towards the shimmering line of oil. Flames sprung immediately and greedily ate up the clear liquid- he would have stayed to watch the show but they were on a time schedule.
He jogged to the waiting car as Bam pulled away in hers- Ghosty, Q, and Noble safely tucked away. Alexie slid in next to Mac and slammed the door shut just as the jeep exploded in a screaming fury of metal, flames, and gas.
The car took off and he settled back, half listening to Mackenzie berating Big Brother speech, kinda felt like slamming his fist into Mac's face just to make the point clear. Don't do stupid shit or you get a black eye. Mackenzie wouldn't like that though, last time ALexie took it upon himself to teach his little brother a lesson he got a black eye. Instead, he leaned on the car door and faced Mac, titled his mask up enough he could see his face, and stared at him with his eery glass blue eyes, "Prodolzhay delat' glupoye der'mo i plokho zhopu porvu margala vikoliu" Keep doing stupid shit and I’ll rip your ass and poke out your eyes. He loved the look on Mac's face whenever he spoke Russian to him, could never tell if his dick just sprang up or he was shitting himself.
He flicked his eyes over to Mackenzie and gave a gracious smile before sitting back forward and keeping his eyes on the headrest.