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Time for fun || Yevgeni & Andrea

ycvkrxusc‌:

Just as he had gotten his drink, he felt a small hand on his shoulder. Yevgeni, if he was sober, would have jumped at the touch and immediately made a scene about it. However, with the cocaine flowing through his stystem, he was more relaxed and not as serious as he usually was. Yev leans down so that he can hear the woman over the music.

“Who says I’m alone, prekrasnyy?” He finally looks at her, his blue eyes blown so wide you could barely see the color in them. “The company is always appreciated though.” He smirks and waves to the bartender to get Andrea a drink. He slides a bill across the glossy wood to make sure their service was expidited, even in the VIP section. “I could say the same for you. A gorgeous woman like you should be on the arm of a man who shows you off like the beautiful prize you are.” Jesus, that sounded fucking corny, but oh well. Cocaine was one hell of a drug.

Andrea arches a brow and looks around him purposefully. The word catches her off guard, and though she doesn’t know what it means she decides she likes the sound of it regardless, the way it rolls of his tongue with ease. “Don’t tell me there’s a jealous lover watching from the shadows? Not when I’ve just got so lucky.” She flashes a smile, leans in closer as her drink arrives and takes a good look at him. He’s handsome, with a subtlety about him that she finds enjoyable. He’s high too- she can tell from his eyes.

“A beautiful prize? That’s certainly something I’ve never heard before,” Andrea laughs then knocks back her drink in one. “Although there’s unfortunately no man to show me off at the moment, but you never know. Circumstances might change if you play your cards right.”

#yevgeni krause #event: yevgeni

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Time for fun || Yevgeni & Andrea

arquintero

ycvkrxusc‌:

Location: Black rabbit

Time: After taking a few lines with @reinaxashford

@arquintero

Who would have thought the little girl who approached him at the bar had good white. He did about three lines with her in the VIP section and was feeling quite good. The lines he hit weren’t obscenely large, but he had a good hour and a half to ride out the effects of it all. That didn’t include the come down, but regardless, he was feeling more relaxed than he had ever felt in a while. He almost forgot why he was even there to begin with. Oh yeah, I’m babysitting that brat Rinaldi. Ah, well, fuck it, right? She didn’t want to have her protection around so who was he to argue about it?

Deciding that he should try and enjoy his time there even more, Yevgeni excuses himself from the table that he and Reina had sat down at and makes his way to the VIP bar to get himself a drink. The music, while annoying at times, was starting to put him at ease and remind him of home. He couldn’t help but to bob his head along with the deep, thudding bass. As he began to enjoy himself, he just realized how many gorgeous people were around him as well. Maybe he’d get lucky tonight.

It wasn’t hard for Andrea to get into the VIP area. A few suggestive words and whispered promises to the bouncer had him standing aside to let her pass. She moved slowly through the crowd, quick hands working to secure herself a fistful of hundreds she’d plucked from pockets and handbags without a soul noticing. It was just like magic, and the thought had Andrea smiling as she sauntered to the bar.

What did she want? Some blow- she hadn’t had a good hit since Tijuana- but somehow she doubted the bartender had coke on tap. Tequila for now, then. The bar was crowded, though Andrea was in no mood to wait, so she slid up beside a gentleman who’d been bobbing his head to the bass-heavy music so loud Andrea had spent the evening shouting to be heard. She touched his shoulder, moved in beside him and smiled. “Oh baby, a handsome man like you shouldn’t be drinking alone on a night like this. Want some company?”

#yevgeni krause #tw: drug mention #event: yevgeni

@theconartistx location: the black rabbit

Andrea had waited all night for the shit to hit the fan in one way or another; she just hadn’t expected it to be quite so magnificent as it was. Glass had rained down upon the guests of the nightclub faster than a surprise summer shower, some were injured, she could tell from the moans and groans, but others seemed to be relatively unscathed.

The thick taste of the cigarette she’d just finished was still heavy on her tongue, but she was thankful for it. Had she been inside just a moment sooner than she would have been amongst those sliced and cut by the falling shards. Was that just the luckiest cigarette break in my life? Andrea thought with mirth, tucking the packet and lighter back into the pocket of her suit trousers.

A fucking gunshot, however. These people were like fucking children firing away at whatever they wanted anytime a slight miscommunication was taken too far. She hadn’t missed that, but she supposed cartels in Texas weren’t all that dissimilar from those in Mexico. Still as wild, still as dangerous.

If she had been a less selfish creature, she might have been inclined to call an ambulance or perhaps assist those bleeding in the commotion of the nightclub. But Andrea Quintero was no such being, selfishness ran through her veins like blood, and she was nothing if not opportunistic. Warmed and emboldened by the alcohol she’d spent all night disinterestedly sipping at, Andrea scanned the crowd.

All these rich, wealthy, greedy fuckers were all under one roof. They were vulnerable, distressed, easy pickings. She reckoned there’d be one or two in that crowd who’d pay a high price to have their purses and wallets back, to know that the Rolex that had been around their wrist was in safe hands for the time being. Andrea pretended that this reckless move wasn’t a chance to prove herself to these cartel kingpins either, that this was simply her own need to react and not an opportunity to show off her immense talent.

The corner of her mouth tugged upwards, a discreet and self-satisfied smirk on her face as she stepped onto the glass and like a cat stalking mice, moved into the commotion.

#lakewood: black rabbit #event: octavia #i hope this is okay its a little on the long side so dont feel like you have to match length !!!#octavia monraue

johnny-legend‌:

A Friday night in Lakewood, and word around town was that the Black Rabbit was the place to be. Johnny found himself at the club in somewhat unfamiliar territory. He was used to the laid-back Bullseye and this was definitely not it. Standing by the bar he ordered a drink, carefully gazing around the room at what felt like over half of Lakewood all there tonight. The place was definitely buzzing. Feeling someone nudge his elbow accidentally, he turned towards them. “Sorry about that.”

Andrea turned at the contact. She was used to being jostled around by strangers- nightclubs were here favourite place to be. Closely packed bodies pushing against each other, excessive amounts of booze, lowered inhibitions.... it was a pickpocket’s paradise. She flashed a smile at the man, her tone humorous and tinged with sarcasm as she spoke. “You better be. Violence won’t be tolerated in a fancy new place like this, sir.”

#johnny legend

davismorrissey‌:

“Do you think there’s food here?” Davis asked the nearest person. Sure, a lame way to start a conversation, but he hadn’t eaten in about two days and slept in less time, as shown with the shadows under his eyes. But it was vital.

Andrea cast a sidelong glance at the man who’d spoken beside her. Handsome, in a weary looking kind of way. “Of course there’s food. It’s a party, right? Good parties always have food,” The corner of her red-lipsticked mouth twitched upward, and she leant towards him, twirling the straw in her drink between a thumb and middle finger. “Unless this is a real bad party.”

#davis morrissey

andrea quintero || the black rabbit opening night

#lakewood: black rabbit #lETS GET BOUJEEEEEEEE BABY #fucking gorgeous honestly andrea is like 100% out to get laid and fuck things up #wardrobe

the basics:

full name: Andrea Rafaela Quintero

age: 28

birthday: 3rd September 1990

what “national” day falls on their birthday: U.S. bowling league day

birthplace: San Juan, Puerto Rico

where were they raised: San Juan

languages spoken: English, Spanish, a little bit of Portuguese

education: high school drop out

zodiac sign: virgo

nationality: puerto rican

height: 5′3″

eye colour: brown

hair colour: dark brown

#lakewood: task #more about andrea !!!

alexandraxharwood‌:

Should’ve packed more linens. The most sane thought that went through her head right now as the Texas heat slowly began to climb as the sun did too. Significantly different than the weather she’d grown accustomed to in Alaska, which she’d had to adapt to from the weather in Oregon.

Alex felt a twinge of envy that the woman was in running clothes–a run sounded Heavenly right now, her belongings being delivered in the next couple days. She’d decided to take it slow and get to know the area before taking on running, it was safer listening to her surroundings that her music or the rhythmic thump of her sneakers against pavement. What she would’ve give to sprint until her mind went completely blank and her legs felt like they were going to fall off.

Spanish. And Alex didn’t speak a lick of it. “Confused…lost…not too far from one another.” She responded lightly, waving her useless phone that didn’t connect to any towers in the area. “Nice day for a run.”

Andrea flashed a kind smile, brows raising as the dark haired woman waved her phone around. She laughed slightly, more than familiar with feeling lost herself. “Have you just moved here? I’ve only been here for a few weeks- I keep finding new places every day. The running helps with the exploring, I suppose.”

The sweat damp on her skin and the welcoming burn in her lungs as she managed to catch her breath very much agreed with the woman’s sentiment. “Yeah... seems like it’s only going to get hotter.” Andrea needed a drink, her mouth was dry and she wanted to stop at a cafe, but she figured it would be rude to just run off. So, she stretched out her hand in a friendly introduction. “Name’s Andrea, it’s nice to meet you.”

#alexandra harwood

siennafitz‌:

A slow moving night as a pretty blonde sat dolled up at the oak bars edge, a deep burgundy dress hugging all her curves with legs crossed and an elbow supporting her. The music swaying in the background was a perfect combination of elegance and poise. Sienna Fitzgerald a known regular in the bar as she hummed along to the classic; mind clear but yet inside her sternum an eternal battle of doing everything in her fibre to keep her away from the house she very rarely liked to spend any time in.

“This has been a terrible night, filled with many dark and regrettable things.” Sienna says cynically as her eyes shoot over to the bar tender tapping two fingers to the rim of the crystal glass; another would soon be before her. Turning her head to the person besides her as she cocks her head to the side.

“And that person who was pissing you off? Do that curbing thing where you stick his teeth on the edge of a curb and stomp on the back of his head, what’s that called?”

Andrea had a fondness for anywhere alcohol was served: bars, clubs, pubs, restaurants. If there was booze, there were drunks, and where there were drunks there were easy pickings. It was how she’d started, all those years ago it was beginning to feel like a lifetime had passed since she’d been in San Juan. She watched, eagle-eyed from her seat at the bar, as men and women went about their frivolity. So many bags, so many watches, so much money, all here under one roof it was a miracle more people weren’t robbed. The five figure number in one of her bank accounts was proof enough the thieving business was a lucrative one.

She’d dismissed the gentleman who’d tried to buy her a bottle of wine, his persistence more irritating than endearing. Andrea was not romantically inclined anymore- not after Mexico- and one look at his cheap trainers and faux Rolex (it was easy to spot the fakes once one knew what to look for) had marked him as an unsuitable one night stand.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the woman beside her, whose voice seemed suddenly close enough that Andrea inclined her head towards her, turning her body to face the blonde.

“Surely not already? The night has barely begun.” Andrea flashed a smile, lifted her own glass of rosé and took a polite sip.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I’m familiar with the term.” It wasn’t anything Andrea knew in English, her accented voice perhaps betraying her in this instance. “Though it sounds like a beautiful idea,” She gave a shrug, the little off-the shoulder black dress she wore leaving her arms and collarbones exposed. A nod towards the persistent gentleman followed, as she assumed he was the person in question. “He is just a little fly. Annoying, but harmless. Certainly nothing I can’t handle.”

#sorry this ended up longer than i intended !!!#sienna fitzgerald

alexandraxharwood‌:

From past experience, falling asleep in an unknown place wasn’t easy. It took adjustment, an understatement she’d happily take back now. This move made her eat the words of complaint she’d uttered during her move to Alaska, her eighteen year old self unaware of the horror her future would bring. It wasn’t every day someone showed up in the same town as their ex and ended up killing someone their first night there. Now in Lakewood, she was harboring yet another dark secret in her adult life.

Sleep deprivation was evident in lavender tinged bags under her eyes–Alex had stared up at her hotel room’s ceiling until dawn broke through the sheer curtains. She could’ve blamed her uncomfortable bed, or adjustment to the move, but the reality was…she still felt the hands grab her, still felt her hands around the cold metal, her fingertips pull the trigger–and still saw his face stare at her. Once light broke through, Alex was out the door, only to realize that her aimless thoughts had caused her to end up lost. “Shit.” She muttered, evidently Alaska and Lakewood had different cellphone carriers, and the device in her hand was useless. Footsteps behind her, dawn shadows still obscured her vision, practically spinning a 180 before eyes fell on a silhouette. “Who’s there?”

Lakewood was certainly no San Juan and definitely not Tijuana. It had taken some getting used to, but Andrea was fast to adapt. She’d perfected her English a long time ago, but in the first few days she slipped here and there- nothing she hadn’t rectified. The strange faces and unfamiliar landscape had proved to be more of a challenge, but the town was only so big and Andrea wasn’t prepared to leave a stone unturned or a street unexplored. So she took up running.

It was inconspicuous, harmless, but it let her the information she needed. She rose early, made her way through town with music blasting through the AirPods she’d stolen from the man who’d sat next to her on the plane. The little flip knife slipped into the strap of her sports bra was an unnecessary precaution, but she liked the comfort of having a weapon at hand.

Andrea squinted now, at the figure of a woman wandering before her, slowing to a brisk walk and pausing her music. She had no intention of startling her- to be a woman on her own was a dangerous thing to be, Andy knew- and she was quite content with simply walking past until the woman turned and spoke.

“Lo siento, señorita.” Andrea held her hands aloft as she approached, breathless and sweating from her excursion, but otherwise the picture of innocence. “Are you okay? You look....confused.”

#alexandra harwood

thisislakewood

→ IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Andrea Quintero

Character Age: 28

Faceclaim Choice: Adria Arjona

Gender and Pronouns: cisfemale/she/her

Birthplace: San Juan, Puerto Rico

Birthday: 3rd September 1990

Occupation: Professional thief for hire

Family: Neutral Civillian

→ BIOGRAPHY

A handful of adjectives come to mind when pondering the five foot three Puerto Rican woman who always seems to have a weapon within reaching distance and a car full of stolen goods just waiting to be fenced to the highest bidder. Selfish. Cunning. Proficient. Sharp. Soft and kind and sweet? No, of course no such words would ever be synonymous with Andrea Rafaela Quintero. Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to an impoverished mother and a father whose drug smuggling was far more precious to him than his own family, Andrea’s life was never destined to be an easy one. She wasn’t so much as raised as she was dragged up; pressured by her mother to help raise her three younger siblings, encouraged by her father to move his products.

Yet it quickly became apparent to her father that Andrea’s talents weren’t within dealing. Rather, the small, lithe little girl made an excellent pickpocket. She passed unnoticed in and out of shops, could squeeze into the spaces grown men couldn’t, looked sweet enough that no one thought to accuse the girl when their watch disappeared from their wrist. With a little guidance from her father and his associates, Andrea was soon breaking into hotel rooms and expensive houses. By her mid-teens, she was firmly on the wrong side of the law.

The money her thieving made her was too good to simply just give up, but as her father grew old and disillusioned with the violence crime entailed, Andrea’s ties with the local gangs in San Juan were severed. A blessing, even if Andrea had considered it to be a curse at the time. She lost the safety being in a gang gave, but she gained freedom, gained power- could keep a fair share of the profit too. Her attachments to her family and home were purely based on business, so at seventeen she packed her bags and moved on, finding herself settling in Mexico as an unstoppable one woman theft machine.

There was nothing Andrea couldn’t steal, her professionalism and sheer audacity making her a valuable asset for any criminal organisation to have. Over the next decade she forged ties with both the Sinaloa and Tijuana Cartels, balancing on a precarious line of neutrality. She had no interest in cartel warfare or rivalries, making her unbiased position incredibly clear to any who wished to hire her. So long as they paid the right price, Andrea was perfectly content with stealing anything from anyone. It didn’t matter who, it didn’t really matter what, either. Andy was the best in the business. She moved from breaking into houses to bank heists to making entire trucks full of coke disappear, all from right under the noses of the cartels.

But such work wasn’t without it’s dangers, and soon her enemies in Mexico were beginning to pile up. Even the Mexican authorities were beginning to compile more information on her than she was comfortable with. Perhaps she’d been naive to think she’d have some sort of immunity, considering everything she’d done for these criminals, but even expert thieves are an expendable asset. After eleven years it was time to move on again, so Andy has set her sights northward. There’s money to be made in America, and it just so happens there are whispers along the criminal grapevine of a collective of cartels in Lakewood, Texas. It’s here Andrea Quintero arrives, eager to continue expanding her clientele. After all, greed is a demanding mistress.

→ PERSONALITY SUMMARY

Andrea is focused, determined and proficient. She’s one of the best in the business, and for good reason. Her intelligence and near foolproof planning has allowed her to evade handcuffs so far, and she doesn’t plan on changing that any time soon.

Above all, Andrea is selfish. She is in it for herself- cartel warfare is of no interest. She wants their money, their protection if they’ll offer it, and asks no questions. She doesn’t expect any questions to be asked in return.

It’s not all work work work, though. Brazen and flirtatious, Andrea takes the little free time she has very seriously; she’s a work hard, party harder kind of woman. If she’s not breaking into mansions, she’s drinking and fucking her way through whatever town she happens to be in.

It would, perhaps be foolish to think she’s entirely harmless. Andy’s life has consisted of violence and bloodshed, she’s not naive to the ferocity and cutthroat nature of the cartels. Andrea can handle herself to a certain extent, and her fuse is a short one.

Cunning, Deceptive, Selfish, Crude, Direct

Adaptable, Disciplined, Persuasive, Methodical, Uninhibited

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