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- ̗̀ ☆ milaiis‌:

‘i’m not here to clean up everyone’s shit.’ or maybe: ‘damn it, the sanctum owes me a raise.’ these are the thoughts she wants to vocalise. instead, she grumbles, “if you’d like to learn about the various and abundant effects of alcohol on your body, i’d be happy to give you a tour or a refresher.” she doesn’t know yet if the other is actually intoxicated, but she’s seen the other untouchables wildly drunk so often and it tires her, as the medical expert who’s bound to make them not die from too much liquor. she’s not going to put up with that in sweden.

vienna’s mouth moves as if to defend herself, but she’s too caught off guard to say anything right away. so she reaches for her glass and takes a sip of water. “believe me,” she begins, holding up a hand to stop the other girl from going into the lesson she seems to have planned. “i’m the last person that needs that lecture. i feel like i’m usually the one that gives these talks. we may actually be the last two sober ones on this trip. now, does that make us responsible or boring?”

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- ̗̀ ☆ pcllx‌:

– ALTHOUGH SHE SHOULD’VE BLOCKED THE NUMBER, SHE STILL HASN’T. so, when the light illuminates her phone, she can’t help but peek at the text. “sorry, you’ll have to excuse me,” she beams, unable to even remember the name of the boy she’s with. it hardly matters. her head is whipping around, trying to find the source of the text, and she’s just fucked up enough to have the courage to confront vienna. the thing is, esme’s not fond of confrontation at all, and deep down, the only real reason she does this because she misses her childhood best friend, her closest confidant, but things have gotten so fucked up since then. it’s so much easier to stay angry. “i can call my own fucking cab, thanks!” esme shouts the moment she catches vienna’s eye. “mind your own business for a change, why don’t you?” 

regret was a feeling vienna didn’t feel often - especially when someone could’ve needed help. while it would’ve been best to leave without a second thought, it was almost habit to check on esme even after all this time. vi knew better than anyone that esme was more than capable of taking care of herself, but she figured it was nice to know there was support. without a response, vienna gets up to leave. that is until she sees esme. for a moment, it was comforting to know she was right, but any semblance of happiness is shattered by the shouting. by instinct, vienna’s hands fly up in surrender and she approaches her slowly. “i know. not everything is a personal attack. haven’t you heard that there is such thing as doing something nice?!” she’s rambling, but it’s the most they’ve spoken in years and she’s not sure how much longer it’ll last. “you didn’t need to make a scene about it. a simple no would have sufficed.”

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- ̗̀ ☆ @pcllx​

the room wasn’t intended to hold more than a hundred people, but the influence of greed was obvious to vienna. she looked around the room and all the damages management neglected to tend to. as she sipped her water she wondered if all businesses nowadays were more preoccupied with making money over customer satisfaction. though, she was sure having mostly drunk customers helped their rating. once the glass was done, she got up, ready to weave through the crowd so she could leave. that’s when she thought she caught the glimpse of a familiar face. so she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text that read. “you wouldn’t happen to be at the bar on central would you? i can be sober cab if you need it.” though she wasn’t sure if esme would even respond, her feet refused to move and it wasn’t long before vienna took a seat just in case.

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- ̗̀ ☆ @angelharrison​

lately it felt like her stress built with each passing moment. she could sense high levels of distrust and suspicion within the community. the only benefit she believed it had was that it explained some people’s behavior and assured her it wasn’t personal as she originally suspected. nevertheless, she needed a much needed girls night. “and to top it all off this child began crying in the middle of 6th st so i gave him whatever candy i had in my purse. that’s logical, right?” she paused briefly as if awaiting a response. however before angel could open her mouth, the words continued to spill out of vienna’s mouth. “i thought so too! since when did kids stop craving sugar and become obsessed with money?! anyway, that’s why i needed a girls night. the stress wasn’t good for my skin”

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- ̗̀ ☆ @persecvted

vienna couldn’t remember the last time she sat with her thoughts - a decision consciously made out of fear of what she’ll find. it was a talent she’d perfected during years she’d put her concerns, thoughts, and feelings on hold to help someone in need. she found her hands to be restless that night. it appeared they were practically itching to get a brush back into them. of course, with her luck, she discovered that her normally stocked paint supply had been depleted. so she headed over to the one person she figured would have some on hand. “kai!” the name called out in a sing song like manner. “i brought some canvases and food is on the way!”

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- ̗̀ ☆  angelharrison‌:

    to have vi’s presence in the midst of the others was almost like a blessing to angel  —  it seemed as if the other woman was the only person she felt one hundred percent comfortable with ,  &  the redhead knew that could be dangerous .  trusting was a  dangerous  game to play ,  and angelina had never been a player to begin with .  however ,  how does one refrain from trusting when all they want is to feel important and listened to ?  it was a hard task ,  but maybe she could think about its level of difficulty some other time .  with a chuckle ,  she smiled at vienna ,  ❝  no ,  no …  i’ve been sulking by the bar ,  actually .  ❞  a small laugh escapes her lips ,  ❝  i’ve been …  trying to  fix things  with people .  you know ,  how the sanctum asked .  it’s …  it’s been a night ,  vi . how are you ?  did– did you know lucinda ?  ❞

there was a unique softness to angel. one that vienna knew all too well was molded from years of disappointment and other forms of pain. as much as she wanted to help her, she knew they could benefit from each other’s company - something rare among her relationships that she had a feeling were more one sided than she’d like. “the bar is a wonderful place to hide out,” she begins, but stops herself before continuing on an unnecessary lecture. “how’s that going?” she asks, her tone softened. “i wasn’t her best friend, but it’s still sad. were you two close?”

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- ̗̀ ☆ pcllx‌:

– SHE’S ONLY HERE OUT OF OBLIGATION. she knows what she has to do to keep her continued success – she’s a fluke and she’s nothing without the sanctum. but the fear of what’s in the envelope and what they might ask her to do next stops esme from keeping her cool about it. all she’s been able to think about is lucinda’s passing and the threat that it seems to make towards her own well being. the letter was not sincere at all – it was ominous. and that’s why she takes the pill in her bag, mixing with whatever’s behind the open bar. she’s the perfect amount of out of it. but that perfect amount keeps her from holding on to her usual skater-like grace as her heel snags on the corner of the oriental rug. she’s sent sprawling forth into a stranger, steadying herself on their arm for balance. “sorry about that,” she giggles, rather tipsy. “i should be more careful, shouldn’t i?”

it went without saying that lucinda’s death affected all of them in the sanctum. for starters it shook her faith in the sanctum and its many promises. prior to the tragedy she had faith in a system that only made her kind of go against her morals. perhaps this was karma. perhaps this is what they deserved. perhaps they should all expect the same fate. there was no such thing as an action without consequence. before vienna could go any further down the rabbit hole, she was abruptly called back to reality upon some colliding into them. “are you okay?” she asks immediately before recognizing the girl in front of her. the giggle she first thought was out of nervousness, she realized was more likely induced by some substance. vi couldn’t help but feel disappointed. “i see you haven’t changed a bit, esme.” 

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- ̗̀ ☆ warrxns‌:

“wow. a glorious monument to humanity’s stubbornness,” remarked warren as his eyes marvelled at the speakeasy. he address no one in particular, although he fixed a cordial smile ready on his face for people who wished to strike a conversation. having studied some legal psychology, he did know the mental processes behind the americans setting up secret bars when alcohol had been prohibited. he wasn’t invited here to babble about things he learned in university, however. “this is hardly the finest liquor i’ve tasted,” he said, taking a gulp of alcohol. “but i suppose it’s decent. what about you?”

even in a place intended for secrecy, vienna took it upon herself to make everyone feel comfortable even if she wasn’t the host. for the evening. naturally, at the sound of the man’s voice, her instincts told her to join in conversation before the words fully registered. at first she thought he was referring to the recent tragedy, but she decided to listen more before commenting. there was almost a glimmer of amazement in his eyes. “would it be bad to admit that most of it tastes the same to me anyway?” she flashed a small smile and hoped her cheeks weren’t too pink. “what did you get?”

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- ̗̀ ☆ @angelharrison

There was a soft chaos like aurora that greeted the brunette when she crept into the speakeasy. Her initial instinct was that it was the juxtaposition between the occupants’ social status and the decor (or in her opinion the lack thereof). Still she found comfort in simply existing in other people’s presence. It’s the first time in a while she doesn’t feel unforgiving eyes staring her down. She takes a deep breath as she embraces the feeling of freedom. The way she orders her usual whiskey ginger is almost a reflex. “Are you here to tell me more stories?” She asks the familiar red head. “Surely you haven’t just been sulking all this time”