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Clicks of a shutter were the only sounds that were cutting through the otherwise peaceful atmosphere of the panoramic view of the whole place as its whole composition was being captured in the memory of Brianna’s Nikkon. She valued that thing more than she valued some people and it definitely belonged to her top three possessions along with her bike and the small flat she managed to keep after leaving her parents’ palace. This place, a hill over the town, was her go-to when she wanted to be alone, think, cry, clear her head or, just like now, take a few breath-taking pictures of nature at the end of the summer with leaves still enveloping crowns of the trees but slowly starting to gain that shade of orange before they would fall down, making the rich tree crowns naked for the winter.

Going through her shots, a small smile was gracing Brianna’s lips. Currently blond locks tied into a high ponytail fluttered in a soft breeze, a few of them brushing her cheek every now and then. There were a few really good pictures, she was getting so much better at this. A self-taught photographer brought the camera up to her face again as a flock of butterflies appeared, dancing around some tall wild flowers Bri didn’t know the names of and she tried to capture the perfect shot when her back pocket buzzed. In all her focus, she didn’t expect it and it scared her that she almost dropped the camera. “Son of a—” she cursed, biting the rest of it, swallowing hard, as she fished out her phone, wondering who was bugging her now.

The device kept vibrating in her hand and not even a bitter evil eye from Brianna made the name of her father disappear from the screen. Swiping her thumb to the right, she picked up, barking a sharp ‘what do you want’ at the man. The longer he talked, the more annoyed and exasperated she grew, the frown between her perfectly plucked brows deepened and her lips twisted in a scary grimace. “Just stuff them in a box and put it outside in the front. I’ll stop by tomorrow. Or throw them out for all I care.” she cut the man after a while, not wanting to listen to the dry rant any longer.

The thing was, she and her parents, they were not exactly on speaking terms. Like ever. The Carltons were people who only had a child because it was expected of them and the high-end-ish society required offspring to take over the family business to keep it within the grasp of the same people possibly forever. The surprise came when Brianna decided to ignore them the same way they ignored her the whole time and packed her stuff, leaving from one day to another only to join the gang. Guess what. Suddenly they were talking to her. And they cut her off, whoa, big deal. As if she couldn’t live without their money. And now, she was getting a phone call to come and get the rest of her stuff from their house. The audacity of that man truly knew no borders.

After saying all Bri wanted to say to her old man, she just hung up on him, tucking her phone back to her pocket. Her green gaze found the spot where the butterflies had been but the moment was gone. And so were the butterflies. With a soft sigh, she turned on her heel, walking back to her bike and she tucked the camera into the pouch, zipping it into one of her saddle bags, fastened on her Yamaha. Just in time to come home, get a nice hot shower, change into fresh clothes and get her ass to Casey’s celebration of life.

Swinging one leg through the air, Brianna got on her bike, the engine revved and she sped down the hill, back to her tiny place. The anger bubbling in her veins, one ignited by the phone call which was supposed to do nothing but rile her up (and, hell, it worked), served like the best fuel in Brianna whipping the best out of her steel steed. “Honey, I’m home!” she exclaimed once the door of her empty apartment opened. A smirk graced her features as she knew there was no one to answer and had not been in a long time. The real question here was, would there ever be someone to create home with her or was she sentenced to living her life in eternal solitude, scarred with one night stands and TV dinner? Oh, Bri, come on, not the time to be sour…

It was a record half an hour later that the little miss walked in the clubhouse. This was no wake. No mourning, wallowing and tears. Not that Casey didn’t deserve it but it might not exactly be what he wanted. The leader knew how to live and Brianna was going to honor him by living as well and save those tears for another day. Or for when no one would be around. Greeting a few people, taking one or two or three shots with some of them, she was weaving through the small crowd gathered until she saw the exact person she was looking for. Sporting an affectionate smirk, she strutted towards Mimi, blond locks cascading around her face this time and Bri hit the bar just in time to hear her order. “Make it two. Doubles.” she winked at the young man at the bar, hopping on the bar stool. “What’s with the pout, girlfriend?” she asked, reading Mimi’s face like it was her favorite book.

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_amaranth_ · Jan 9, 2022

river striker

the right-hand man

whatshername's place > bar

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Stevie (

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A heap of sheets shifted on the bed, covering whatever or whoever was under until a whiny voice sounded and a pale arm moved the comforter slightly aside. “But…but you promised…” the brunette pouted, lifting her slender form up, pressing the white blanket on her front. “No, kitten, I told you I gotta go, can’t stay.” Another voice joined in and another figure resurfaced from the soft pile, skin visibly darker, shaggy bed hair, three-day old stubble covering his face and a smirk curling his lips making his whole expression more than a mischievous one. “I already stayed with you for much longer than I was supposed to, candy stripper.” he winked at the girl, not able to remember her name for the world so he just nicknamed her teasingly. It apparently worked because she started to giggle like a school girl which River used to press one more passionate kiss on her lips and swung his feet to the right, rolling out of the bed.

Another whiny sound left the girl’s mouth and it was one too many than River could handle. Yep, she was definitely the one-night-stand material. Or in this case, one-afternoon-stand. He had somewhere else to be and if he did not show up to the celebration of Casey’s life on time, what would it say about him? Casey’s right hand, his possibly closest friend coming too late because he was rolling in the sheets with some random whore? Nope. No can do. He rather got out of there as fast as he could.

His naked form was stumbling around the room, looking for the individual items of his clothing. He had his shit, his pants, even the leather jacket was neatly hanging from a chair but where the fuck did he throw the boxer shorts? Had he been more attentive to the surroundings, he would have noticed the cunning, playful grin on the girl’s face. But since she stopped being interesting the second she became clingy, he just shrugged it off, not seeing it as a problem and just pulled the pants on his bare ass, making the girl gasp in surprise. That was really not something she expected.

“Have a great night, honey bear.” River sent her a wink and slipped his jacket on. Only too late did she realize he was truly serious about leaving and by the time she jumped out of the bed, River vanished outside of her small flat, running down the stairs, taking them by two. “Fucking hell…” he mumbled and already regretted his decision to go on this kind of adventure. He should have gone to the pits, no one was clingy there. Then again, if he got his face fucked up before tonight, he was not sure Stevie would let him forget that.

The faithful stallion called Honda was loyally waiting for him in front of the seedy apartment building and River never wasted a second, hopped on it, not even bothering with a helmet, and sped away, never to see the girl or this building again. There was no reason anyway. He came, he saw, he fucked. Cute little brunette…Sharon or Janet, something extremely mundane like that. She was good though. Very skilled with her lips…and body, too. A smile, or rather an impish grin twisted River’s features as he remembered that tiny form on him or under him…yeah, okay, he should stop. Coming to say goodbye to his pal with a boner was not exactly what he should be doing.

Checking the time once he parked his bike in front of the bar, he was not exactly late so that was good, right? Wondering where Gryffin was, it was River’s plan to find the new leader. How River felt about this whole situation, he couldn’t say for sure. He and Gryf did not use to be amazing friends before the latter left and now that he was back, taking over Casey’s empire, River was a bit conflicted, not knowing how to approach the new situation. Of course, he didn’t hate Gryf, jesus, not at all. But the bond was not as strong as it used to be with Casey and they both felt it. However, though River was a lot of things, he was not a petty asshole. At least not in things that mattered. And the Serpents definitely mattered to him. Gryffin was here to rule and River would be standing by his side as he was always standing by Casey’s. Honestly, it hit him as a bit of a surprise that his position of the right-hand man remained unchanged, especially with Gryf bringing some of his own people with him. To River, this only proved that he did have a value for the Serpents and for the new leader as well.

Walking towards the door, his boots were leaving echoes of dull thuds. The place was getting a bit louder as quite a crowd was already inside. River shook hands, patted backs, hollered a few greetings but ultimately, he wanted to find Gryf. Yet the man was nowhere to be seen for now. Maybe he hadn’t arrived yet or maybe River’s eyes were failing him. With a sigh, the man beelined for the bar, ordering a beer and a whiskey shot. Throwing it back, he tapped the counter for another one and chased the amber liquid with a few sips of beer. “Let me know when Gryffin arrives, will you?” he asked the bartender. “I’ll be outside.” he added, not aware that the new fearless leader was actually already there. River craved a smoke though so he walked outside, taking the back door, and placed the filter between his lips before bringing the stick to life with his zippo lighter. “Ah, my favorite nurse.” he grinned when his gaze fell upon the familiar figure. “Is the inside too crowded, love?” he asked Stevie, moving to her side with his beer still in his hand. “How are you doing?”

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apolla · Jan 10, 2022

scroll me!

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Gryf (

Queen. ); Kat (

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Jeremy Matherson

the new recruit

"Fuck yeah, bitch! How you like them apples?" Jeremy leaned forward, spitting blood on the ground next to the guy he'd just punched. A burst of adrenaline shot through Jay as he straightened, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth. The guy on the ground groaned, and Jay lifted his gaze to look at the group of so-called friends he'd brought with him. None of them wanted a taste of what their friend had, and they all backed up, a few of them holding their hands in the air. "That's what I fuckin' thought." Jay spat, glowering at each of them before he turned his attention back to the guy on the ground, hovering over his swollen face. "You might wanna think about that before you fuck with me again."

The guy groaned again, and Jeremy scoffed before he turned away to limp off. Both men had gotten a few good hits in before Jeremy got the other guy on the ground, and he wouldn't be surprised if the others tried to jump him from behind. Feeling another spike of adrenaline, he looked over his shoulder, but the other guys were just helping the first off the ground. A smirk appeared on his lips as he headed out to the parking lot of the seedy bar he'd been at, hopping on his bike to head back to Serpent territory. Really, he'd been stupid to come here alone, but he'd been looking for information on who killed Casey. One of the few men that Jeremy truly respected and had from the beginning, and now he was gone. Hell, he was supposed to be at the celebration of life thing right now.

Some twenty or so minutes later, he pulled back into familiar territory and parked his bike outside of the clubhouse. His body was sore from taking a beating and sitting on the bike for so long, but he'd survive. Dismounting the bike, he flipped the key off but left it in the bike as he headed inside, still riding the high from winning the fight. Not that he'd gotten any worthwhile information from the loser, but a win was a win. Making his way to the bar, Jay ordered a drink and glanced to his side as he waited, drumming his fingers on the bar. "Hey, good lookin-" He started to flirt with the girl beside him until she turned her head, and he recognized her face. "Fuck, Mimi, I didn't recognize you." Lifting his hand to scratch at the back of his head, he nodded in thanks when the bartender set his drink down.

Lifting the liquor to his lips, Jay took a sip and glanced to his side again, now recognizing Brianna's voice. "Double nope." He muttered, turning away from them and slipping away from the bar, looking for somebody else to talk to. He recognized a bunch of familiar faces, but two of them caught his eye. Katarina was handing Gryffin a piece of paper, though from here Jay couldn't tell what she was saying. Still, he had a feeling it involved Gryf's former brother, and before he knew what he was doing, he was sliding into the seat on Gryf's other side. "That about Casey?" He asked, not having the sense of mind to keep his mouth shut. He looked up at Kat, then over at Gryf. "Look, man. I just wanted to... to say again that I'm sorry. And to tell you that I'm here, whatever you need. I tried to get some info earlier, out at the Bronze, but they didn't know nothing."

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Queen. · Jan 10, 2022

Neviah

mood.

petty

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main clubhouse

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Gryffin could be a real landmine on days like today. Even if you were heading down a one way trail that meant you had to go his way, he'd blow you to bits without a second thought. She'd been stung by the likes of the man before, and her skin had grown calloused against his acidity by now. Maybe he was just irritated with the woman seeing as how she and Casey used to be bedfellows before his passing. The loss of the prior gang leader afflicted the dancer more than she'd like to admit, so she didn't. Just swallowed the bitter taste of his death and carried on, just like she was used to doing. It was the only way to survive, after all.

As the woman crouched by the poolside, her fingers dipped to the knuckle in its cool, illuminated liquid. The slight distortion made her lithe digits look disconnected, which was exactly how she felt from the world. Paranoia dug into her back like a sudden itch, recalling how her sight was completely limited in its peripheral. She had none, to be factual. Her world was seen through a tunnel, and she was trapped at its mouth looking out. Although her shades provided assistance with the blurriness, she still couldn't focus on things as well as the next person. Someone could have just strutted up behind her and dug a foot into her back, sending her face first the watery body. Seeing as how she was adorned in a racy double slit gown that cost more than a diamond necklace, she straightened up and moved away.

Her heels clicked on beat to the bumping music bleeding outside as she studied those nearby. Outlaws and Serpents seemed to stay separate for the most part, and her pessimistic outlook on life told her that wouldn't change anytime soon. Not that she really cared, to be honest. These weren't the folks she messed with further than a means of entertainment. That was her job. Even if she did bond with a couple of them here and there. Like Brianna. Speaking of, she should be here. But where?

Alert, pearly eyes skimmed the string of heads inside as she helped herself back through the sliding glass door. After a few moments of searching, she stumbled upon the blonde perched tranquilly at the lip of the bar. She was joined by the likes of Mimi, who Neviah hadn't really experienced success with in terms the social area. In fact, she was on probation at work due to her little scrap with the fiesty young brunette with an attitude problem. She herself carried a rather nasty demeanor, but that was besides the point.

Eager to drive the thorn further in her side, Neviah joined Brianna's other side. "Gin and tonic." She requested of the bartender.

"Too bad you're not the bartender today. Hoping this guy doesn't totally screw up my stuff." The woman sighed, toying with a stray piece of paper on the bar surface.

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Queen. · Jan 10, 2022

Gryffin Cabeza

mood.

tipsy, agitated

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main clubhouse

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Desert_Blossom

Sometimes Cabeza felt like a tea kettle who's spout had been choked. Moments from explosion, and pressured to the very limit. Most days he could handle anything that the universe dished out for him. He still could, and quitting wasn't on the mind for the man. But the concept of taking a break and disappearing did flit through his mind every once in a blue moon. Like a passing ship that would never dock. For Gryffin to truly walk away, he'd need to experience brain-trauma induced amnesia that completely wiped out who he was. It just wouldn't come to be.

He rid himself of one warm body only for another to take its place in the form of Katarina Fox. The man of dark auras wasn't quite so quick to turn her away as well, actually entertaining her company on more than one occasion. She offered her condolences that fell empty in front of him, but perked invisibly at the paper she edged forward. It seemed promising, and his optimism proved warranted as she explained what the address inscribed on it was. His dark umber eyes snaked up to hers as he smirked with poison and barely contained frenzy. "You have my appreciation, Kat. I don't think you've let me down yet." Gryffin purred, tucking away the paper as Jeremy crawled up.

The newest recruit planted himself at Gryffin's side questioning the meaning behind the exchange between he and his preferred markswoman. The man angled his face toward Matherson, jaw clenching. "Don't worry about it." He warned lightly, pulling out a cigarette to accent his scotch. He lit it after striking the lighter twice, breathing in its delicious toxicity with fever before sighing out smog. "I'll get the info I need one way or another. Don't sweat it, Matherson."

"In the mean time, why don't you join me tomorrow? Both of you. I've got a couple errands to run and you guys fit the bill."

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Top11 · Jan 15, 2022

Facecard

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Ace Baruzzo.

Ace sped all the way to the club in a hurry the engine of his car drowning out the music coming from his radio, this drop had taken longer than he expected but it was an offer he couldn’t miss, the convenience, and the price along with the current situation of Gryffin's brother Casey being killed, Ace knew Gryffin would want revenge. Pulling up to the clubhouse he parked right out front and hopped out, instantly doubling back, nearly forgetting the two dozen of black roses he had gotten for Gryff and Mimi. Approaching the door he leaned in shaking hands with one of the bouncers who was affiliated with the gang “ I Have ten duffels in the backseat and trunk that I need taken to the Storage upstairs, can you take care of that for me?” He said pulling a hundred dollar bill from his black trenchcoat, the man simply giving a nod in agreement.

Making his way into the club he couldn’t have arrived at a better time. The celebration was in full swing, people seemed to be enjoying themselves, that was until he caught a glimpse of his leader, who looked as if he checked out three rounds ago, Then he seen Kat’s
Figure next to him along with what looked like Jeremy next to them. He wore all back with a pair of Saint Laurent shades and was pretty he stood out against the many colors that other people were wearing as he worked through the crowd,emerging to be met by the cloud of cigarette smoke just as Gryffn stopped talking.

“ Gryff, Kat, Sorry for my Tardiness, as I’ve been moving non stop since this morning, but I just wanted to give my condolences again, and let you know that I’m with you 100 percent. I’ve also got a couple things I want you to take a look at when you have time. It's mind blowing and what sucked up most of my day.”he said, handing over one of the dozens of black roses to Gryffin. “Don’t get any ideas either Gryff, it’s one of my family's many traditions to give Black roses to the siblings and children of the deceased. They don’t do shit, but they do make black flames when lit on fire though I also got one for your sister, I wanna give her these so I can completely cut loose and celebrate? He said looking over at Kat, his eyes giving her a quick look over beneath his shades before taking them off. Hey I’m gonna get the ball rolling with my first drink, Kat you want anything you're the only one I see without a drink?” He asked, pointing at the bar with his thumb.

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Desert_Blossom · Jan 17, 2022

Katarina Fox

While Katarina had never met the man that this gathering was in honor of, having only heard Gryffin talk about Casey on the rare occasions that the Outlaw leader mentioned his past life with his family, his death still affected her. Not on an emotional level like most drinking and toasting to the late Serpent leader, but rather on an occupational level. Casey's death meant that the Outlaws and the Serpents were now expected to blend together to form a new patchwork gang, which threw a wrench in not only the Outlaws' plans, but also Kat's personal ones as well. Years ago she'd made a deal with Gryffin, exchanging her darker services for his help with a matter close to the Latina's heart... and now she didn't know how this new development would affect her end goals. Suddenly Gryffin had a whole list of new problems to deal with, and his problems were Kat's problems.

Finding and dealing with all those responsible for Casey's murder was priority number one, the brunette imagined, so she'd taken it upon herself to start digging into the matter before showing up to this evening's event. Judging by the look in Gryffin's eyes when his dark gaze finally met hers, Katarina's efforts had been worth it. The leader's frenetic smirk warranted Kat's suggestion that he hold off on pursuing the information she'd gifted him until later. While she knew Gryff to be quite capable of handling himself, emotions laced with however many glasses of scotch he had by now introduced to his boiling bloodstream did not mix well. Whether the advisory was necessary or not, Kat left it at that, and smiled ever so slightly at Gryff's reply as he tucked the piece of paper away. You have my appreciation, Kat. I don't think you've let me down yet. Even if her association with the Outlaws had begun as a business deal with the devil, the young woman had come to know Gryffin and her fellow gang members as a dysfunctional family, and being able to help did bring her a satisfaction she'd never admit to.

Before Katarina could respond to her leader's appreciation though, Jeremy unceremoniously invited himself to their conversation as he plopped down on a barstool. That about Casey? Turning her gaze to meet Jeremy's for a moment, Kat arched an eyebrow at his audacity, not sure whether the Serpent was bold or stupid for his lack of decorum. Either way, he was definitely lucky- only earning a warning from Gryffin as the question was chased away by the smoke of a freshly lit cigarette. Jeremy continued, offering his condolences and an explanation of how he'd tried to help, but hadn't brought anything back. Well, aside from a bruised lip it would seem, but Katarina bit the inside of her own to hold back her sarcastic comments. Turning her attention back to Gryffin for a moment when he asked the pair to join him tomorrow for a couple errands, she nodded. "Of course." She replied simply, her eyes flicking back to Jeremy once more as she sized him up, curious as to what he'd have to offer since she hadn't worked with him yet. Judging by the marks on his knuckles, he obviously hadn't left the Bronze without a scrap, and since Jeremy was standing here in one piece, she concluded he was at least good at fighting.

Any further observations were cut short by a familiar voice and Katarina turned upon hearing her name. Gryff, Kat, Sorry for my Tardiness... A flash of relief flitted across the brunette's face seeing Ace approach, before it was quickly replaced by a trained look of friendly indifference. "Ace..." She greeted him casually, before listening quietly to what he had to say to Gryffin. The tatted outlaw hadn't told Kat the details of what had occupied his day, but she'd known he was working some kind of angle, and was happy to see he hadn't gotten himself into any trouble. Especially since Casey's death had brought to light that no one was safe. Of the two of them, she tended to be more of the beauty and brawn, while he was better at strategy and money matters. Since they'd each had their own affairs to handle today, Kat couldn't help but worry for Ace's safety. And not just because she wasn't there to take out anyone who might make things difficult for him... While the Outlaws were her family, Ace had carved out a different place in the young woman's heart- if she still had one. Of course, she'd never admit to these feelings either. At least not in front of other gang members.

Catching Ace's eye when he turned his attention to her, the corner of Kat's darkly painted lips quirked up into a satisfied grin upon hearing that he just planned to kick back for the rest of the evening. Hey I’m gonna get the ball rolling with my first drink, Kat you want anything you're the only one I see without a drink? The brunette nodded, refraining from accompanying Ace to the bar so he'd have time to give Mimi the roses without an audience. "I'll have my usual, thanks." She replied, rarely straying from her double shot of tequila on the rocks with a lime wedge. "You might want to bring back a pitcher of water for Gryff's bouquet too while you're at it..." She teased the men playfully. "Unless you plan to light them on fire before he gets back Gryff? Black flames do seem more your style..."

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MadiRaiCat · Jan 21, 2022

stevie

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all the good girls go to hell

When Stevie had first joined the Serpents, it was more about protection and family than rebellion and power. Sure, she had a loving family of her own, with parents who cared for her deeply and two younger brothers that looked up to her. The Serpents, however, became an extension of that family, people she cared for as if they were blood. That relationship grew over time, especially with Casey. Her ex, Clark, was a brutal man, eventually revealing his true colors to her after several months of dating. He wasn't afraid to hurt anyone just to get his point across, Stevie included. The rest of the Serpents no doubt saw the bruises and marks he inflicted, some of whom even stood up for her against Clark. Caseye was one of those people.

When he showed up to her apartment that night, all it took was one look at the hand-shaped bruise forming on her neck and the bloody slash marks ranging from sternum to shoulder and shoulder to elbow for Casey to take her side. He helped her hide a body, get rid of the evidence, without a second thought, despite having been a friend of Clark's. Even the gang leader could tell when things went too far. Her relationship with Gryffin, however, was virtually non-existent. Other than a few mentions from the late gang leader, she knew nothing about him. Whatever happened between Casey and Gryffin, she wasn't really brought into the loop about it.

The brunette nurse was slightly caught off-guard when a familiar voice spoke up from alongside her, surprised that she hadn't heard him approach. Her dark brown eyes assessed River, noting the ruffled brunette hair that could have been from the wind of a motorcycle ride, but probably wasn't. His outfit wasn't exactly meant for a funeral. But this was a gang funeral, so he would certainly blend in. She didn't see any friend cuts, scratches, or bruises on his exposed skin, which was surprising given how much time he spent in her infirmary getting patched up. When Clark was still around, River was one of the few people to notice when Stevie showed up with bruises and marks, even seemed concerned for her at times. She had a bit of a soft spot for him because of that, though she would never admit it to him.

Pushing those thoughts away, Stevie put on a smirk and turned to face him. "You're a Serpent, River. I'm practically your only nurse," she shot back, a teasing tone in her voice. Being lost in thought distracted her from her cigarette, she stamped out what was left beneath her boot before taking another sip of whiskey. "More so needed a quick break before delving into that mess of emotion," the brunette answered with a shrug, nodding her head to the patio doors that lead into the party behind them. She didn't necessarily mind crowds, but there was only so much sadness in one room that she could take. Her relationship with River was primarily built on shameless flirting and banter, but that didn't mean things couldn't be real every once in a while. So Stevie let out a heavy breath and replied, "I'm doing about as good as I can be, all things considered. How about you?"

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Queen. · Jan 21, 2022

Gryffin Cabeza

mood.

vengeful, distracted

location.

the couch

tags.

Gryffin hadn't permitted his anger to cool down. Not now. Not ever. It was his fucked up way of remembering Casey. He would accept the deep, dysfunctional fallout that meant holding onto these toxins until his hands bled and his skin burned. He would die angry. That was the way he wanted it. That was what he knew. That was what made him feel like it wasn't all for nothing. And anyone who supported him gripping this vengeance was someone he could stand to be around.

His eyes raked over Valentina with aloofness and intensity, ice coiling around her feminine frame as he examined her. He wondered what she was thinking about in that moment, and if the image of her young daughter was always seared into her brain. Did she try not to think of her girl when she killed? Or was everything for her? Even when she sold her soul to Gryf, he intended to follow through. He was a man of his word when it came to his own people, and she'd proven an asset that he wouldn't quickly dismiss over any petty frustrations.

Facecard slithered his way through the crowd, showing face to the leader and Kat. He sported a gothic array of flowers, of which he knew couldn't be natural. His brow curved upward with discontent as the man offered one his way, but graciously accepted it between two fingers like he would a cigarette upon explanation. "Appreciate it, Facecard. Why don't you meet me in the study later tonight? Go have some drinks. Take a load off." Gryffin assured, pulling himself to his feet. They felt heavier. They always felt that way, now. Like he was standing on borrowed body parts and looking from the outside in.

"I ought to talk to Mimi myself. If she fuckin' lets me." He snickered under the heat of his breath, cocking his head back to swallow down the last drops of liquor in his cup. He cleared his throat and sniffled lightly, alcohol always giving him a weird congested sinus sensation. "I'm heading on over to bar." Gryffin spoke as though they hadn't just said they were too, pushing past a couple bodies to make it over there.

He could see Mimi and Bri, as well as Stevie and River on opposite ends of the place. Tension seeped into his muscles as he glared at the back of his sister's head, mulling over a billion and one possibilities on what the fuck to even say. He resorted to just standing there purposefully, gathering willingness to move forward.

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MadiRaiCat · Jan 22, 2022

enzo

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panic! at the disco

the good, the bad, and the dirty

The soft sounds of TV news chattered in the background of the relatively dim apartment, casting light onto the light heather gray walls in a flickering pattern. Generic department store art barely decorated studio space, somehow giving it personality while not alluding to that of the actual occupant. The furniture was made from dark wood and, to the discerning eye, mismatched. A queen-sized bed was centered in the far corner, covered in crimson and black bed linens. A black leather sofa facing a flatscreen sat opposite the bed, accenting the fairly open floor plan. Though the scrapes and tears on the furniture alluded to the secondhand nature in which they were acquired, the space look relatively unlived in, as though for show or someone had just moved in. But in reality, the lease had just been renewed for another year.

The sounds of pressurized water streaming onto the ceramic bathtub floor were white noise, streaming underneath the bathroom door along with the water vapor. It wasn't long before the shower was cut off, and a brunette man stepped into the main living space with a beige bath towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Lorenzo Peralta ran a hand through his damp hair, gray eyes immediately glancing around the room in search of any intruders that may have infiltrated his home. Like usual, he found none. But given the recent drive-by murder of the late Serpents leader, one couldn't be too careful. He briefly glanced at the TV, rolling his eyes at another annoying story painting the Serpents in a bad light. In a town that was pretty much underground-run by a gang, they certainly loved to talk bad about the people with guns and relatively low morals.

Had he been asked when he was a kid if he would ever be part of a gang, Enzo would have easily responded with a 'Hell no.' He had seen the horror and wreckage in the downtrodden parts of New York City, and he had pulled himself out of that to get where he was. Though this city wasn't much better, it certainly had better weather. That combined with the fact that it was practically as far away as possible while staying in the same country as his hometown made it an attractive place to move. It wasn't until Enzo met Casey all those years ago that he truly understood the family and brotherhood that made up a gang. They were groups of people that always had each other's backs, regardless of the blood that they shared. That was what he had been searching for his whole life.

Casey's death had hit the brunette rather hard. He had looked up to the former Serpents leader as a role model and strived to be like him. In his mind, there was no way Gryffin could fill the shoes Casey had left, even though they were brothers. Nevertheless, he was in charge now, and Enzo was loyal to the Serpents. So he would follow the orders he was given, including showing up to the 'Celebration of Life' party that had been planned for the evening. Realizing he did not want to be late, Lorenzo quickly dressed in jeans and a grey sweater. He slipped on his signature leather jacket before leaving, locking the door behind him.

The drive to the Serpents compound didn't take long. Lorenzo pulled his 1967 Chevy Impala into the gated area, parking in line with the other motorcycles and muscle cars. The place was more packed than usual, and he could already feel the bass of the music inside vibrating his sternum. People milled about outside, most of which he recognized but some that he didn't. Enzo cut the engine and headed inside, nodding to some familiar faces. He was a patched member now and he had the respect of the guys, though originally it was only because of his in-depth knowledge of cars. After all, he was sure it was rather nice to not have to pay the mechanic shop anymore. Enzo took up a spot at the bar, raising a hand to order a beer. So far, everything seemed to be going smoothly. He could only hope it would stay that way.

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apolla · Jan 22, 2022

scroll me!

mood

testy

location

at the bar

tags

Bri (

_amaranth_ ); Neviah/Gryf (

Queen. )

mariah cabeza

the sister

Casey had always gotten on Mimi, telling her that she wasn't good at being aware of her surroundings. With her back to most of the room, she didn't see Brianna approaching, though she didn't jump when her blonde friend appeared next to her, either. Turning her head to look at Bri, a slow smirk spread over her features. "Doubles, hm? You must have had a call with daddy." She nearly spat the last word, her disdain for the man clear. "Or you just want to have a good time. Or..." She brought the cancer stick to her lips again, inhaling deeply and speaking on the exhale. "Both." Shrugging, she ashed her cigarette in the nearby ashtray, glancing over automatically when someone appeared on her other side. "Hey, good lookin- Fuck, Mimi, I didn't recognize you."

She recognized Jeremy's voice and a scowl appeared on her face almost immediately. When he realized who he was trying to flirt with, he quickly backpedaled, muttering something else under his breath when he saw Brianna as well. "Fucking idiot." Brianna called after him, her hand sliding over to grab her double of Jack when it was set in front of her. She lifted the glass and downed half of it in one go, not even making a face as the Jack burned its way down her throat. Bri asked what was with her pout, and Mimi fixed her with a flat expression, swirling the Jack in the glass. "You really have to ask?" She scoffed, flagging down the bartender. "Four shots of Fireball." She told him, and he nodded, just as someone else appeared on Bri's other side. Mimi leaned forward some to look, though the sunglasses indoors gave it away before she even moved a few inches.

Scoffing again, Mimi just turned back to her Jack, downing the rest of it. What was a celebration of life if you didn't get fucked up, right? Heaving a sigh, she motioned for a refill just as the four shots were set in front of them. "Two for you, Bri. Two for me." She spoke, making it clear that none of the shots were for Neviah. Mimi was definitely still salty from their fight, even if it was now in the past. Picking up her two glasses, Mimi downed the first one, looking over her shoulder. Maybe she'd sensed his gaze on her. Maybe Casey had been wrong about her not being aware. Or perhaps not. Either way, her eyes landed on Gryffin, finding him staring right at her. She slowly turned back the other way, downing the second shot before she turned around fully. "You got quite the staring problem, Gryf. Need something?"

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apolla · Jan 22, 2022

scroll me!

mood

bold

location

clubhouse

tags

Gryf (

Queen. ); Kat (

Desert_Blossom ); Ace (

Top11 )

Jeremy Matherson

the new recruit

Being discreet or aware of how others were feeling had never been Jeremy's strong suit, so naturally, when he plopped down beside Gryffin and saw what Kat had given him he had to ask if it was about Casey. Jeremy wanted Gryffin to know that he was trying here, but it hadn't crossed his mind that maybe he was trying too hard. He missed the look Kat gave him, maybe because of the black eye forming under his left eye or because he was so focused on Gryf. Despite his own stupidity though, it was nearly impossible to miss the warning tone in Gryf's voice. Holding up his hands in a mock defensive gesture, he settled back some. "Aiight." He muttered, reaching up and running a hand through his short hair. "My b."

"I'll get the info I need one way or another. Don't sweat it, Matherson. In the mean time, why don't you join me tomorrow? Both of you. I've got a couple errands to run and you guys fit the bill." That was definitely something he hadn't expected, and his eyes said as much as he looked back at Gryf. For a minute he didn't say anything, but after Kat agreed, a grin broke out on Jeremy's face. "Sounds like a plan, my man!" He slapped his hand on the table, nodding a few times. "I'm there." He leaned back again, realizing he'd forgotten about the drink he'd set down in front of him. Just as he had the thought, a fourth person appeared at their area, and Jeremy glanced at Ace before his gaze slid to the black roses. "Yo, that's dope, man." He told the hulk of a man standing there, leaning forward some to inspect the flowers.

At the mention of going to the bar, Jeremy grabbed his drink and took a sip of it. "You go ahead." He waved Gryf off, and Ace too when he stepped away. For a moment, he just stared down into his drink, but then his gaze slid over to Kat. "What do you think he's gonna want us to do?" He asked her, giving her a once over that he simply couldn't help. She was a woman, and a gorgeous one at that. Not that they had any shortage of beautiful women, but she was also new to him, someone who hadn't completely written him off or told him to fuck off yet. A sly grin appeared on his lips as he lifted his drink to her, tilting it slightly in her direction. "Let me guess. You're good with your hands, right? Can kill a man fifty different ways and make it look like an accident."

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_amaranth_ · Jan 23, 2022

brianna carlton

the best friend

bar

"Keep the shots coming"

interactions

Mimi (

apolla ); Neviah (

Queen. )

There were a few iron habits Brianna sported and every observant eye would notice. Like how she scrunched her nose when somebody was being an annoying ass (hello, Jeremy), how she played with the rings on almost all her fingers when in discussion or how she dyed her hair based on what mood she was in. And she always came barging in the bar, asking for doubles, every single time daddy dearest called her. One might think he loved her based on how many times that man called and yet, he never even bothered to ask how she was. To Charles Carlton, his daughter died the day she left the family home and chose to stay with a band of beggars and homeless people who would give her nothing but STDs. His words.

“He asked me to come…wait, no…who am I kidding? He never asks.” Brianna let out a dry laugh, tossing the whiskey back. It burned down her throat, making her make a face a little. “He wanted to know when I can get the rest of my stuff so he can put my room to a better use.” she explained, rolling her eyes hard. “Who does that anyway? But hey! I do wanna have a good time so what if we…?” she started but never finished as a sly voice came from behind Mimi. Her eyes met Jeremy’s gaze and she scoffed over his comment. “You bet your ass it’s a double nope.” she called and Mimi added her two cents as the man left. “Fucking dumbass, as if!” Bri commented and the girls went on with their talk. Mimi ordered shots and Bri grinned, knowing her bestie was not going to leave her high and dry and they were gonna party.

First of those shots disappeared quickly. Brianna held her breath in for a moment as that Fireball kicked her hard. “Fuck you, why you always order this shit?” she sighed but kicked the other one back as well. “Shit, it’s disgusting.” she mumbled and looked at the bartender. “Dude, it’s some nasty shit anyway but you’re doing it horribly wrong as well, what are you even doing behind the bar?” she asked, wondering where the guy came from. She had definitely not seen him before so he must have been new. Neviah joined the duo at the bar ordering gin and tonic and upon her next words, Bri shook her head. “This won’t do.” she mumbled. Next thing you know, she perched herself up on the bar and slid her lithe body to the other side. “Go…take a break…or whatever. I got it.” she placed her hand on his face and pushed the other guy away and grabbed a few bottles. In a matter of minutes, a tall glass of gin and tonic was slid towards Neviah. “There, hun. My treat.” she winked and served four more Fireballs for Mimi and herself. “We got a lurker over there.” she hummed as she noticed Gryffin. “You gonna talk to him or is he coming over? If you ask me, let him come. You’re too much of a queen to drag that cute ass over there.” she shrugged and kept her shots coming, slowly becoming way more tipsy than she should be ten minutes after arrival.

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_amaranth_ · Jan 23, 2022

river striker

the right-hand man

bar

wondering

interactions

Stevie (

MadiRaiCat )

River Striker was not a cute cuddly teddy bear of a man. He was rough around the edges, way too blunt for his own good, hot-headed and argumentative in the first situations. Some might think he was just another dumb boy whose muscles were way larger than his brain, judging by the way he acted. But under all those layers of a tough guy, pit fighter and gang member, there was an actual heart. A soft organ, mellow and hot, beating for only one person out there. The one person who he believed was never going to look at him the way he was looking at her and yet, the hope inside him was growing every time he looked into those gorgeous big dark chocolate eyes of hers, asking her to stop his wounds from bleeding. Despite his position among the Serpents, despite his harsh demeanor, River had a bad case of being in love with a certain girl.

And yet, he would never let anyone find out, he would never allow anyone to peak inside and see he actually had a soul and was not completely the spawn of Satan everyone considered him to be. It was better that they feared him or believed he was carved from a large rock. River spent years as Casey’s right hand and helped him to form the gang and nurture it into what it was today. Everything he had ever done was for the good of the Serpents. And that’s why he also stayed after Casey’s untimely death. He could have left, he could have stepped down. But no, these people were his family, the only family he had left. River would never leave them and Gryffing agreed to keep him as his right hand now. Maybe this was for the best.

Walking out, he saw her immediately. Sometimes it was as if he had a radar for finding her. His teasing words left his lips and Stevie teased him right back. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he shrugged. “See how I love you? I’m not bringing any injuries for you to treat tonight.” he laughed over his own joke. “Casey would have hated this.” he said after a while, remembering the late leader. “He hated mopey shit and always made fun of these events. Called them sentimental for no reason.” he added and a sad smile appeared on his face. Upon her next words, his eyes met hers and he took a long swig from his bottle. “I miss the dude, Stevie. He was my brother and I miss him.” he sighed, admitting it to her and only her. His left hand formed a fist so hard that even his short clipped nails left half-moon imprints in the palm of his hand and he knocked on the railing a few times. “Come on. Let’s make sure no one gets ridiculously sentimental tonight. We owe Casey that much.” he sighed, slinging his arm around her shoulders as he steered her inside. “Don’t you dare to mope, nurse lady. Don’t you dare.”

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Queen. · Jan 24, 2022

Neviah

mood.

flirty, petty

location.

the bar

tags.

MadiRaiCat

Bri was somewhat held hostage between Mimi and Neviah, forced to take on the mediator role for two unwilling, stubborn parties. Their prior spar had been catty, petty and unnecessary, and neither had yet apologized. Neviah didn't intend on changing that, either. Part of her was used to thriving in a tumultuous habitat. Perhaps she created these scenarios intentionally to terraform her surroundings to the precise degree of comfort preferred.

Still, Nev adored Bri and wouldn't quickly relieve herself from the party of two just to please the seething brunette. She made it obvious where the partially blind exotic dancer stood, but it slipped off her back like it would water off a duck. As a "whore for a living", as her aunt called it, she was used to being under the scrutiny of the public eye, and those around her.

Brianna so graciously slid the gin and tonic her way, grinning amicably as she rounded up their fireball shots. "You're a peach, love." Neviah planted a kiss on the side of the golden blonde's head, clutching her new prize with splendor and enthusiasm. She heard mutters about Gryffin, who had just recently blown her off with the repressed emotional energy of a constipated elephant. Her lip curled with distaste as she regarded him over the shoulder, snubbing him to sip her drink.

Despite the tonic causing something of a weird arrythmia in the woman, she really enjoyed the mixture. Wouldn't give that up so easy either. She fought for the things she wanted, especially when it meant being at her own expense. The woman adjusted her shades, the beginning of dewy sweat moistening the bridge at her nose. Alcohol always immediately warmed her up, and it was already the slightest bit hot in here from all the bodies and breath.

Soon enough, Enzo peeked out from the crowd and let himself rest at a barstool, looking deep in thought. She resolved to help herself to a conversation with the man, climbing to her feet just to stride over in her four-inch white stilettos that stood in stark contrast to her red gown. Neviah climbed into Enzo's lap, crossing one leg over the other and snaking an arm over his shoulders. "Evening, Enzo! You're fashionably late." She purred. sipping her gin.

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Queen. · Jan 24, 2022

Gryffin Cabeza

mood.

tense, anxious

location.

the bar

tags.

It could have been true that Gryf and Mimi would never have a functioning relationship again from this point forward. Call him a sap, but he wasn't too keen on accepting such a depressing fate from the only family he had left. He knew in her heart, she thought about him in the same sense; all she's got. Sure, the Serpents were her family. But blood was blood, and he had hers just like she had his. That didn't mean something for nothing.

He groaned, the sound buried beneath the bumping music as Mimi brushed him off. She would make this hard, and he couldn't say he didn't understand. She was just like him. Didn't let shit go too easy. They weren't stupid. Forgiving too easy just made you a doormat for any asshole to wipe his treads on.

Cabeza sighed with anxious breath, pushing closer to his little sis but still maintaining a good enough distance where she wouldn't be able to turn around and deck him clean in the jaw. "I think you and I are overdue for a chat, sis." He scratched his nose with a knuckle, eyes diverted off to the side as he habitually screened his surroundings. "Don't you think?" He added next, eyeing her with partially squinted eyes.

He didn't want to admit it, but he hated this tense shit. Maybe it didn't matter with anyone else, but with his little sister, it was sheerly painful. The same girl he remembered hiding under a table with when they were little kids, hoarding snacks from Casey and giggling like idiots. She was the only one here who'd been able to see that softer side of him, even if it hadn't been around for several years now.

He glimpsed at Brianna as well, cocking his head at an angle. "That is, if your friend here lets me borrow you. I don't mind waiting for you two to take your shots, if that's what it takes to suffer through a conversation with your brother." He sneered with light sarcasm, grinning arrogantly.

blood

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MadiRaiCat · Jan 28, 2022

stevie

filler

home (filler tab)
outfit
click

filler
location

patio -> bar

filler
interactions

River ( _amaranth_ ), Neviah ( Queen. )

filler
mentions

None.

filler
home (filler tab)

billie eilish

all the good girls go to hell

As a nurse, Stevie knew the effects that cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs had on the body. They were detrimental, caused inhibition that could lead to bad decisions and regret. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but partake in them, though much less the far latter. The cigarette had been an attempt at keeping her sanity in check. After everything she had seen and everything she had done, the brunette kept a lot of her mind and memories at bay with her bad habits. Stevie found herself glancing back towards the door, peering through the glass to check in her friends, her second family. A few milled at the bar, others at tables or against the walls. Some took up residence at the pool tables, no doubt making bets. While she could read sadness on some of their faces, everyone seemed to be alright. Maybe a little intoxicated. But, honestly, what was new for the Serpents?

Stevie turned her attention back to River, hearing his words. She shook her head, unable to help from rolling. A part of her felt a warmth fill her at those three little words. But she knew that they didn't mean anything, not really. And even if they did, she wasn't sure she was ready to hear or address them. So, instead, she replied, "That's a surprise. I half-expected you to roll in here, bleeding from something and in need of stitches. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a masochist." Stevie smirked at him, accentuating the end of her sentence with a wink as she took another sip from the amber liquid. That was how things were between River and her. Easy, shameless, flirtatious banter. Two friends who most certainly had the other's back if the going got tough. Despite his player personality and bad reputation, Stevie felt like she knew the real River, for lack of better words. That being said, they both still had their secrets.

And then things got real. Those were the emotions she had escaped to the patio to avoid, at least for a little bit. With a bit of whiskey and a cigarette in her system, however, she did feel ready to get into it. "Yeah," she agreed, mirroring his sad smile with one of her own. Casey was a lot of things, outwardly terrifying and intimidating, but a good friend underneath it all. She reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. It was a small, but hopefully comforting gesture. "Yeah, I miss him too," Stevie said softly, her normal content mask falling for just a bit. After a moment, her hand dropped and the nurse took one final sip from her glass of whiskey, finishing it off. Letting out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, she let River sling his arm around her shoulders and leaned into his side a bit. "Fine, fine. To be honest, with all the Outlaws and Serpents in one place, I fully expect to have a few bruised and bloodied in my infirmary after tonight. Too much energy in one place can be explosive."

The two of them entered the clubhouse once more, the noise immediately increasing from a calm ambiance outdoors to a fairly loud party indoors. Still enwrapped in River's arm, the brunette nodded and waved to those she knew, giving passive 'hellos' to those that were close enough to hear her. Up until that moment, she had left River to decide where they were going. But the empty glass in her hand drew her to the bar, and so she pulled her counterpart in that direction. The nurse found a spot along the bar and slid into easily, set down her empty glass in favor of a new one. Without even having to say anything, a new glass of whiskey was placed in front of her. Stevie nodded her thanks to the bartender, realizing who she had placed herself alongside. "Oh, hey, Enzo! Neviah! How are you guys tonight?"

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MadiRaiCat · Jan 29, 2022

enzo

filler

home (filler tab)
outfit
click

filler
location

bar

filler
interactions

Neviah ( Queen. ), River ( _amaranth_ ), Stevie

filler
mentions

None

filler
home (filler tab)

panic! at the disco

the good, the bad, and the dirty

With being a seasoned member of the Serpents, Lorenzo finally felt as though he fit in fairly well. For the first time in his life, he had a consistent family he trusted, people he could fall back on if he were to need it. Several of the members were like the brothers he never had, role models he looked up to and wanted to be like. They were tough, take-no-shit types who protected their own regardless of the consequences. The women were just as tough, some potentially even more so for dealing with the guys. It was dysfunctional sure, and there were several rounds of fighting and getting fixed up. But it was home. He still had a family back in New York, still had parents though they were separated. But this type of family put his mind at ease. He didn't have to worry about fighting or being the messenger. No, the Serpents were where he was supposed to be.

The clink of glass against wood brought him from his thoughts. Just as Enzo was about to reach out for the beer set in front of him, he felt an arm around his shoulders as someone found their way into his lap. "Oh, hey," the brunette man greeted, grinning at the woman he found incredibly attractive and also considered a friend, regardless of what she thought of him as. "I was just beginning to wonder when I would run into you this evening. You're looking absolutely gorgeous by the way," he said, a bit of flirtation tainting his tone. One of Lorenzo's flaws was his flirtatious nature, even when he didn't notice he was doing it. He had inadvertently been quite the heartbreaker over the years, despite not wanting or trying to be. He couldn't quite help it, being surrounded by so many physically and mentally attractive women. Case and point was Naviah, the beautiful woman currently seated in his lap.

The bartender brought over a group of shots that Lorenzo certainly hadn't ordered. But he couldn't say that he was necessarily mad to see them. Grabbing one, Enzo tossed it back, needing something to help him forget what that night was supposed to be about. Or to at least numb him from it. Maybe Naviah could help too. "As for being late," he replied with a grin, setting the empty glass on the counter, "I couldn't help it. I had to shower. It takes a while to look this good." His tone was teasing, but it wasn't entirely a lie. A familiar voice sounded from alongside him. Enzo's grey eyes found the brunette nurse with the Serpents Right-Hand-Man in tow. "River, Stevie. Nice to see you both too. Stevie, might I say you're looking amazing," he said, eyes flicking over to River to gauge his reaction. "Seems like this place is full of beautiful women this evening. Would you all like to do some shots with us?"

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apolla · Jan 29, 2022

scroll me!

mood

testy

location

edge of the room

tags

Bri (

_amaranth_ ); Gryf (

Queen. )

mariah cabeza

the sister

Mariah knew that she should give Gryffin a chance to explain himself, to get back on her good side, but her pride just wasn't having it. So not only was she already annoyed because of Neviah's presence on Brianna's other side, but now she was doubly annoyed because her brother seemed to have a staring problem. Brianna climbed onto the other side of the bar to take over for the poor guy who didn't seem to have a clue, but Mimi couldn't focus on that as she realized just who was behind her. "Keep them coming." Mimi nodded to the shots that Bri was serving her, quickly taking two more before she finally turned her attention back to her brother. "I think you and I are overdue for a chat, sis. Don't you think?"

A scoff left her perfectly painted lips, her eyes narrowing in his direction. "A chat?" She echoed his term, leaning against the bar as she spread her arms out to either side of her. "I think we were overdue for a chat the moment you ditched your family." She spat at him, hating the feeling of helplessness that coursed through her. She knew she wasn't a helpless little girl anymore, or at least, she tried not to be. But knowing that Casey was gone and Gryf was now a stranger made her feel even more alone than she'd ever felt, and she hated it. Feeling a sudden stinging in her eyes, she quickly turned away from Gryf, reaching for another shot Bri had left for her. "You can't stop working, can you?" She smirked at Brianna, using the humor to cover up how she was really feeling inside.

It only worked for a second though, because she knew Gryf was still there. Setting the empty glass down, she sighed and turned back to him yet again, eyeing him for a moment before she nodded. "Fine. You want to chat? Let's chat." She pushed off of the bar, stalking over to stand in front of him. He was taller than her, but she wasn't going to let that intimidate her. "Come on." She walked past him, nearly shoving someone out of her way as he happened upon her path. He quickly backstepped out of her way, shooting Gryf a wide-eyed glance, but smartly said nothing as he continued on his way. Mimi led the way to the edge of the room, spinning on her heel to come face to face with Gryf again. "You wanna start? Or shall I? How does it feel to come back to a place that used to be your home? You know, before you ditched us to make your own life. Why are you even back anyway?"

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Queen. · Feb 6, 2022

Neviah

mood.

flirty, petty

location.

the bar

tags.