˗ˏˋ GLORY&GORE ˎˊ˗

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( teddylawrvnce ! )

The brunette had fire. She obviously wasn’t falling easily to Teddy’s charm, or at least she wasn’t showing that she was, and he enjoyed her wit. This was the most fun he’d had in a while while on the job. Giving her a lopsided grin, he shrugged casually, pretending to think, “Not all the girls. Just ones who impress me. Taking on a man two times your weight definitely counts as impressive. What’re you some sorta secret karate kid or something?” He asked with a quirked brow. Teddy didn’t get intimidated often, all things considered, but he found himself wanting to meet this girl’s expectations. If he was even deserving of any at this point - and with her, he really couldn’t tell if he was. Rolling his eyes in a joking manor, Teddy snickered at her comment, “Yes, I’m a sociable person, so I’ve heard. C’mon, get your mind out of the gutter.” He teased, resting an elbow on the counter and then his chin on the palm of his hand, relaxing into the easy groove of their conversation. “Well shit - I probably just look like a douche now, huh? Thought I would come across as just as impressive, but you could probably show me up in your sleep, then. I’ll have to start visiting your side of town, I’m sure you’ll make the journey worth it.” A genuine smile spread across Teddy’s face at her compliment, allowing himself to bend over in a dramatic pseudo bow, pleased with her answer, “Trust me, I treasure these straws - I don’t hand them out to just anyone.” He stretched his hand across the bar, the same way she’d just had, this time waiting for her to accept it in her own, “It’s a pleasure, Laney. Name’s Teddy - and unfortunately that cherry’s gonna cost ya.”

lips curve as the male informs her that she impressed him, an instant ego booster forming from the words themselves. “secret karate kid? not exactly.” a lot of the moves she knew had been self-thought, a process of trial and error throughout her years of practice. while authority figures may deem her choosing of sport and occupation as illegal--- it didn’t stop the stubborn brunette from doing what she had come to love; whether it would end with cuffs around her wrist or not. “lets just say i probably have bigger balls than he had. plus, i like a little bit of a challenge and well--- he certainly seemed like just that.” shoulders raise only to fall moments later in a nonchalant shrug. his complimentary words rang sweetly to her eardrums, albeit, delaney keeps the same cool exterior. “it was actually pretty impressive--- ” probably the first real compliment she’d allowed him to have since their conversation initiated. “admittedly, i could work on my mixing--- i excel in your typical shot pouring and general drink making. maybe you’ll be the one to show me some tricks rather than the opposing way around.” the dramatic bow preformed by the male seemed to warranted the permanently plastered mischievous smirk to falter to something of genuine amusement; lips curling upward as hazel hues roll endearingly. “well, since they mean THAT much to you, i’ll ensure to treasure my straw with my life.” in her own dramatic form, a single finger comes up to press against her chest, marking an ‘x’ over her heart. the same slender hand reaching forward moments later to meet his. “teddy--- ” delaney finds herself repeating, dark eyes momentarily scanning over him; as though placing the name to the face and in this case, seemed rather suitable. “what if i can tie you a knot with the stem?” a challenge toward herself this time, cherry dangling from between her fingers.

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( ajxsullivan ! )

The bedsprings creaked in a solemn song of protest as he fell back onto the bed, an irritated eye roll barely held back as he studied the dance of the fan blades whirring above him. “God, Delaney, I almost missed your incessant nagging. And to think – you nearly missed the show, too. I was just about to get wine drunk and muster up the courage to blow my fucking brains out,” he said to the ceiling, tone completely devoid of any emotion. At the most, he was functioning as talking corpse, the weight of something sinister rotting atop his chest until he woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, sickly certain he’d felt hands closing around his throat. “Purely for redecoration purposes, of course,” he added after a moment of earsplitting silence, jabbing a thumb to the furthest corner of the room. “It’s looking pretty drab over there, don’t you think?” A beat passed before he sat back up, this time with an apology sitting so hot on his tongue he thought maybe it would be better if he reached into his mouth and tore it out himself. “Sorry,” he spat. 

hands come to plant on the brunette’s hips, dark hues rolling back in her head at the words that fall from his lips in such an emotionless tone--- a contrast to her own that was clearly filled with frustrated and fury. his words did little to humor her, jaw set sternly as she intently listened to the male laying lazily across the room from her. “my idea of redecorating doesn’t exactly include having brains smeared over my walls, but i guess i’ll leave that down to personal taste.” her words are still sharp, despite the way syllables spoken by aj twisted something rather disconcerting in the pit of her stomach. really, delaney should have been h a p p y with that apology, after all, it was what she wanted--- right? the reason she’d trekked up the stairs after him like some pathetically obsessive groupie. “you couldn’t have made that sound more sincere if you tried, could you?” ironically feigning her own sincerity as a slender hand comes to place against her chest. albeit, nimble fingers find more interest in the bottle occupying the males hand, stretching outward to grasp it from his grip. “if you’re going to drink yourself into something stupid, at least have the courtesy to invite me.”

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( bcndits ! )

sunsets. sunsets were the most important part of miles and his love for phoenix — the sun lowering itself, saying goodbye and burning like a star crossed lover. his grandmother had once told him a story about how the sun and the moon had once been in love, but how they would never be together. as a child, miles never thought much about the story but as he grew older, he realized how painful the story truly was. sitting against a bench, miles took out his cell phone and began snapping pics of the sunset, the hues swirling together to form a sorbet of blues and pinks. ❛ god, i’ve turned into a fucking cliche — let me just slap a vsco filter on this photo and drink my chai latte. jesus, who am i? ❜ he spoke to himself, feeling his eyes roll back in annoyance at who he had become since the fateful day that left him stranded at the alter.

she’d merely been passing by, minding her own business when suddenly a voice drew her attention from her own cellphone and toward a male occupying a bench instead. nosily curiously, the slender female couldn’t resist but to plant her hands upon the back of the bench and peer over the broad shoulder of the male in question to take a peek at the photograph. “that’s certainly an image that would put all those artsy instagram try-hards to shame.” the brunette girl remarks, head tilted ever so slightly as she further inspected the image displayed on the screen. “embracing your inner hipster then? or just enjoying the rather delightful sunset and feeling particularly wistful?”

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( maxvvell ! )

“Fall in love with you?” he asked, chuckling softly. That was the last thing on his mind right now, more like filling empty spaces in his heart with meaningless fucks. But he’d play along. “Maybe. I mean, you are rather enchanting. Who knows what kind of magic you’ve got going on between your legs,” he said, shrugging a shoulder as he made his way silently down the sidewalk for a moment. “I’m down for it. Will feel like I haven’t properly paid for you giving me a place to crash if we don’t, after all.”

“do tell me more,” delaney remarks, a hand coming up to brush a selection of thick curls across her shoulder at his ego inflating words. “that’s what seals the deal for most i’ll have you know, a night in bed with the infamous delaney whitmore.” slender hands raising to gesture in an almost animated jazz-hand effect as she speaks. “paying me in sex?” brows quirking upward in amusement as she questions so, dark hues falling upon her companion once more. “if you ask me, that’s better than ANY other payment one could receive.”

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( modernmyth ! )

        silas typically didn’t like to go out after work. he preferred to go back to the apartment he shared with his b r o t h e r s to shower, change and pop open a cold one in the comfort of his own home. he wasn’t much of a people person, preferring solitude ( save for when finn & lennon were home ).there was something about being able to sit at home with his feet propped up on the coffee table and having the television all to himself that had always been his f a v o r i t e part of the day. how he had ended up at the bar was a mystery in itself. silas slipped inside as a small handful of patrons exited the bar and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he approached the bar. ordering a drink, he glanced around the bar as he waited to be served; stopping only when he had heard a familiar voice and recognized the voluminous curls of the brunette only a few steps to his right. at first, he’d told himself to let it go. it was likely that delaney would simply say her piece and continue on her merry way but it was the tone in her voice that told him she meant business. he’d taken too long to decide on what to do and the moment delaney clocked the man the first time, a frustrated sigh emitted from the mechanic. he drew his hands from his pockets and stepped around the two patrons to his left, swiftly catching her wrist before she could do it again. ❛ alright, rocky. that’s enough, ❜ the male sounded in response. typically he would have sat back and watched because he knew delaney could hold her own but given the size of the man, he didn’t want to risk anything.

she practically snatched her wrist back, the fury coursing through her veins clearly splayed in dark hues. part of her was eager to comment on the nickname, to mock him on how pathetic it was ( despite the fact she may have found it admittedly, clever. ) however, for the most part she was too pent up in anger to will herself to do so at the current moment. “try telling that to this prick,” a single hand now sporting blooded knuckles gesturing toward the male nursing his pained jaw. “he apparently wouldn’t know ‘enough’ if it smacked him right in the fucking face.” words spewing so venomously from her lips. “you got away LUCKY, buddy--- had this guy not showed up to stop me i’d be beating you to a literal pulp. so think of that next time you decide to grope someone.” curls bouncing vigorously as she spins on the spot, her back now facing the disgusting pig she’d previously been dealing with in favor of focusing her attention on silas. “rocky is not a thing now, by the way.” there it was, the late comment toward his initial statement toward her. though it had been meant to come out in a lighter fashion, the slender brunette was still attempting to will herself to wind down after the scenario that had just broken out moments beforehand. “have you ordered yet? because i’ll have one of whatever you’re having. it’s the LEAST you can do after breaking up my fight.”

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( scarhale ! )

The phrase “blowing off steam” burned images of Thomas The Tank Engine on the backs of Scarlett’s eyelids, chugging along plastered with the stupefying grin that had haunted her thermometer bursting fever dreams as a child. Nevertheless, that was Delaney’s invitation, or rather, that was what Scarlett had decided to interpret as an invitation from browsing her feed whilst wasting another night alone, nursing the bubbles out of a glass neck of bottle cap beer. Washing her mouth out with a bottle of Jack like Ke$ha inspired, Scarlett hauled herself out of her social coma and headed down to the same dirty dive bar they’d been scamming with ridiculous fake ID’s for years now. Fuck, maybe it’d be the four year anniversary of Greta Halliwell, the geriatric license she’d swiped from an old lady’s wallet on a drunken subway ride with Laney when they were all lavender dapple bruises, tube socks and tumbles of hair messier than their Thirteen attitude problems. “Hey, I’m walkin’ ‘ere!” Scarlett impersonated a gobby Wallstreet investor and promptly slapped the bald head that was blocking her path towards Laney. God, how long had it even been now? Too long to go back to how it was before? She barely had time to quieten her niggling doubt demons before catching the scene unfolding, impulse making her latch onto Laney’s wrist and tug her out of harm’s way, only to flinch loose like her skin had scalded her. “Shit–… hi!” Shit, hi? “Wow, didn’t mean to impersonate Forrest Gump there,” she laughed awkwardly, realising the line had actually been ‘shit–… happens’. Moving the subject along, Scarlett breezily continued, “fuck this perv. Let’s get some fuckin’ shots! Not gonna lie, I started early. Like, really early.”

being entirely honest with herself, scarlett was one of the LAST people laney expected her dark hues to settle upon whilst swiftly turning on her heel to check whom had handled her. while she expected it to be a companion of the male she’d just took a swing at, part of her was internally grateful it wasn’t. while she didn’t exactly doubt her abilities and the fact she could probably fight off another slob old enough to be her father, it meant for at least tonight--- she was saving herself of having blooded knuckles. the initial words echoing from scarlett’s lips hinted to the possible awkwardness that may have been expected to linger between the two females, but that was the last thing laney had time for. “that’s more like it,” the brunette states upon the mention of shots, as though with those few words it allowed the old friendship the two once withheld to shine through. voluminous curls flickering as the slender female momentarily returns her gaze to the male nursing a swelling jaw. “if i turn around in the next five minutes and you’re STILL here, i’m going to make you very, very fucking sorry. capisce?” threatening words spew from her lips, heavily dripped in venom. “now, where were we? shots, right.” answering her own question moments after asking it, as though she’d REALLY forget in the first place. “it looks like i have some catching up to do then, i can’t have you wandering around drunker than me, scar, that’s not exactly FAIR.” elbows dig into the ribcages of those she’s attempting to shove past on her trek toward the bar, only to smack her hand down on it upon reaching her desired destination. “give us whatever your strongest shots are, and keep ‘em coming, we’ve got a reunion in the works ! ”

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( cmilic ! )

Emilie grabbed her wrist only to take control of the action, usually docile fingers reaching out to grab the nearest fork and toss it mechanically in his direction. Aiming at the man’s temple as if engaged in a high-stakes game of bar darts, she tossed the utensil only for it to hit him square in the eyebrow.  She never was good at darts, anyway.  “Sexual harassment isn’t really a turn on.  Just thought you should know,” she projected, picking up a butter-knife to fend for himself if he happened to lunge in her direction.  When the coast seemed to be clear, she turned back to Delaney. “Didn’t mean to startle you there, I just wanted to get a throw in there.  A proper f-you before he was off to be a creep to someone else.”

it was certainly unexpected that the female to grip at her in the first place would be the same one who would fire a FORK toward the male who had previously been harassing delaney. something almost impressed passing across her features as she watches the burly old pig being forced further into pain with the action. flicking her wrist as though it would lessen the slight ache in her knuckles from throwing a punch, dark eyes fall upon the female at hand who was now explaining herself. “forget about it,” she’s quick to dismiss her with, that same hand coming to wave dismissively. “i can hardly be MAD, i mean you threw a fucking fork at the guy--- a girl after my own heart.” words spoken in such a way it may have been difficult to get a sense of what kind of way she meant them, sarcastic? genuine? “how about we swap that knife of yours for a drink?”

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( teddylawrvnce ! )

Teddy couldn’t help but match the grin that the other gave him, she managed to turn in a complete 360 personality wise, and while the tough girl act was what initially had him interested in her he enjoyed this side too. “What do you know, she smiles. And it’s a lovely smile at that.” He said lightly, humming to himself as he followed her gaze, glancing over the array of alcohol. At her challenging tone his friendly grin turned into a full on smirk, eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced back up at her, “Alright, I’m up for the challenge,” Teddy quipped, pointing at her quickly, “but no looking - eyes up here.” He snickered, gesturing to his face as he began to mix her mystery drink. Hands moving quickly, he glanced between the shaker in hand and the pretty brunette, genuinely shocked by her words and sure that it showed on his face. “Your entire life? That can’t be right - I like to think I get around, I’m a pretty friendly guy if you couldn’t tell. I’ve been living here for four years now I guess, but I’ve only been working here for a month or so. I guess it was fate that we’d run into each other eventually.” After Teddy poured the contents he needed into the shaker, he tossed it in a spiral into the air, maybe trying to show off ( definitely trying to show off ), before catching it easily and pouring it into a quaint square shaped glass, dropping a straw in after and placing it in front of the other with grandeur, “Tequila sunrise, with a crazy straw, something I only give to my favourite customers. Speaking of - do I get to know your name?”

“don’t get used to it----” a single slender finger pokes in his direction as though a warning, albeit, even that is quipped with it’s own version of a small smirk. as the male accepts her challenge, brows quirk upward, suddenly things seeming a little more interesting now from when she had previously first entered the quaint little bar a half hour beforehand. “i bet you have to say that to ALL the girls,” teasing words tumble from her lips as he insists she keeps her eyes on him--- and though delaney is the type of girl to do the exact opposite of what someone requests of her just to spite them; she’d decided it be only fair considering she challenged him and therefore complies to his requests of not peeking. “you get around, huh?” the words are repeated with a hint of amusement, evidence of her filthy mind peeking through in the tone they’re spoken with. “but i swear, been living here all my god damn life. i actually work in a little bar on the other side of town, MAYBE i’ll show you some of my own bar-tending tricks sometime.” upon having a glass presented before her, dark eyes study the bright hues with curiosity, observing it with almost eminence detail before she finally leans forward to take a sip. a small ‘hmm’ humming from between pursed lips as though concocting a verdict  “not bad at all, curls,” the brunette compliments. “and do you have a lot of those? or am i really all that special?” stretching a hand across the bar, slender fingers pluck a cherry from behind the bar. “delaney, but laney will suffice either.”

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( maxvvell ! )

“Well, there’s something,” Max said, laughter escaping him. He didn’t really know what that meant, if he was just a good enough friend to sleep in her bed or if she saw him as some kind of puppy dog. Either was fine to him, really. “Maybe,” he admitted. “I mean, if you fuck your coworkers a whole world of issues can surface. But I’m willing to take a risk.”

despite the fact her gaze had began to wonder away from the male’s figure and more toward the streets they stalked down, she was listening rather intently to the words spoken between them. “a whole world of issues?” repeating it in a tone that made it sound as though she didn’t understand. “what, afraid you’ll fall in love with me--- maxy?” her voice seemingly serious, until she breaks into a soft chuckle. “look, if you’re not down for it--- we’re good, i’m just not the kind of girl to turn down getting laid. co-workers or not.”

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( frxxnkies ! )

“Maybe next time we should come dressed up in Adidas t-shirts and leer at girls. Who knows what discounts we’ll get?” She joked, picking up her shot glass. “You definitely have, but it never hurts to hear it again. Tell me how great I am in incredible detail. Oh, and ready.” She knocked back her shot with ease, sucking on the lime shortly afterwards. “Barkeep! Another,” she shouted, legs kicking at the wood of the bar much like a child’s. He poured them two more drinks, her glittered eyelids flitting down to examine the phone number he slid across the bar to the two girls. Frankie held it up to Laney, raising her eyebrows.

“that doesn’t sound like the worst idea, a social experiment---- if you will.” it’s only with her following words does a chuckle actually pass her lips, head shaking in the process. “you’re the light of my life, my angel, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” the brunette mocks toward her, before eagerly downing the shot of tequila and repeating the same process as her companion with sucking on the bitter fruit. eyes squeeze shut as the flavor fades, nudging the shot glasses to one side in preparation for the next. albeit, she becomes distracted from the alcohol momentarily when the female opposed to her raises a scribbled number toward her, laney taking it upon herself to lean into the bar casually. “smooth move, babe---” the brunette practically coos at him, dark eyes flickering back to frankie. “we’re kind of a package deal though, and i’m not sure you could handle us.”

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( maxvvell ! )

“I mean, if you want to fuck on the table, too…” he shrugged, chuckling softly as he made his way down the sidewalk, as far away from his roommates theatrics as possible. Brows raising slightly at the offer, he shrugged. “You let them sleep in your bed after? Interesting tactic,” he said. “That said, is it really a good idea? I mean, considering we have to work side by side so often, who knows what might happen.” He said this ignoring the fact that it was, in fact, his idea. And he wasn’t necessarily one to go back on such things.

“i’m not opposed to it,” words leave her lips too casually, falling into step with the male moments after he began to trail beside her. “oh god no, my tactic is to go home with them--- i usually sneak out after they pass out.” delaney explains, a single hand waving animatedly with her words. “however, i will make an exception for you, max.” brows quirk upward at the words that follow. “what, you might get tempted to fuck me on the bar? or in the storage room?” dark eyes settled upon him as she speaks, lips daring to twitch upward into a coquette-esque smirk. “is it really a good idea? probably not, but then again--- isn’t that what makes it SO thrilling?”

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( teddylawrvnce ! )

Without hesitation, Teddy reached across the bar counter to shake the other’s much smaller hand, grinning as he did so. “Does this put me on your good list? I doubt it, you seem to be a hard shell to crack but I like a challenge, especially one as beautiful as you.” He said breezily, glancing at the obviously drunk man who’d been harassing the girl in front of him moments before, “You heard her,” as he spoke he purposely raised his voice, the scene the brunette caused before coming to life again as people turned to stare at what they hoped would be more action, “beat it before I call the cops, you look like you can do without another harassment claim.” He momentarily waited to see if the drunken asshole would protest, actually betting on it, but he seemed so out of it that instead he just stumbled out of the bar doors. Releasing a relieved sigh, Teddy grabbed a shaker from beneath the bar, bringing his attention back to the petite woman, “Alright, what’ll you be having then?” He asked good naturedly. Filling the shaker up with ice, he mumbled in a casual tone, “You’re not new to town, are you? I’ve definitely never seen you here before - I’d remember.”

his complimenting words only amused her--- FINALLY a smile cracking across her features, even if it was kittenish and filled with mischief. “you’re going about it the right way, i’ll tell you that much.” the brunette remarks, bringing one leg up to cross over the other as she gets comfortable in the seat she knew she was likely to wound up in for the next hour at the least. dark eyes momentarily break from the bartender, falling upon the drunken male that still irritated her enough just by standing there that her fingers practically twitched against the material of her torn jeans. only when the old, burly male begins to stumble out of the bar does evidence of a scoff escape her, returning her attention back to her newfound companion. “good question--- ” laney practically hums, hazel hues taking in the array of alcohol on display, elbows coming up to press against the wooden bar as a single hand cups her chin. “how about you surprise me? if i like it, it might earn you some points to get on my good list.” a challenge, as though it wasn’t clear by the tone of her voice and the way her brows quirked in an entertained manner. “new to town?” repeating the words allow warranted a hint of a laugh from her. “i’ve lived here my entire life--- don’t think i’ve ever left the place.” she explains, knowing full and well that she was ever to stray further than the border of the city. “it’s a shame for you really, never having endured my company before--- guess it’s your lucky day.”

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( salemod ! )

Salem wasn’t like them, which is how he separated himself so easily from the job that they did. It didn’t matter that he was committing the same crimes, he felt like he was a different kind of criminal. “I don’t know, really. I just do what I have to do, I guess. They’re all friends of my da and it’s not like I can really… say ‘fuck you’ and work on my own,” he explained half-heartedly, a shrug following shortly after. “Sorry about that. I mean, I can’t apologize on behalf of all men, but it’s fucking shite. Men are shite,” he said, a malice behind the words. 

“ah---” the syllables escape her in a prolonged manner, head bobbing as though understandingly to his words. “shame really, i’m sure you’d love to tell them where to stick their shitty attitudes.” lips finally find themselves curling into something a little less stoic, shoulders raising only to fall nonchalantly. “men are ‘shite’ and women are bitches, really whats new?” the female remarks in response to his words. “we can be equally as bad at times.” 

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( maxvvell ! )

“Jesus, you’re violent today,” he said, chuckling softly as she welcomed him with open arms. He’d be out of there in no time, but he needed a place for at least one night to rest his head. “What if we fuck in your bed? Does that still count as a technical foul?”

shoulders raise only to fall in a nonchalant shrug at his initial words, the brunette’s approach to many things being violence--- this being no exception. however, brows quirk upward at the words that follow, lips curving into a soft but kittenish smirk. “i didn’t realize that was an offer on the table, but no--- that doesn’t count as a foul. i’m the only one you can fuck in my bed.” beginning her trek back toward the said apartment, nimble fingers gesture for him to follow. “if you’re real good maybe i’ll even let you sleep in it rather than the couch.” 

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( ajxsullivan ! )

Stomping across the length of the small apartment like an overgrown child, A.J. shoved through the mass of bodies with little remorse, a bony elbow jabbed into multiple stranger’s ribcages eliciting shrill cries of pain that ultimately went ignored. His right hand was wrapped around a stolen bottle of Merlot, fingers adorned with a plethora of mismatched rings tapping impatiently against the glass. “For fuck’s sake,” came mumbled through lips stained slightly red as he reached the door to a hopefully vacant bedroom, kicking at it so it flew back on its hinges with a pitiful bang. Like he had been granted full permission, A.J. waltzed toward the still-made bed with a resigned sigh, plopping himself down on the end of it and kicking off his boots. Taking another swig from the bottle before his eyes could even adjust to the dark, he only noticed that the door had flung back open when a cough of surprise sent liquid spilling down his chin. “Jesus fucking christ, knocking hasn’t ever killed anyone,” he snapped, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “But whatever. Doesn’t matter. Cheers, I guess.” Tipping his head back, he poured the rest of the Merlot’s contents down his throat.

she knew his figure all too well--- heck, she could spot him from a fucking mile away. which is precisely why when she saw him tracking through the last place she expected him to be, delaney made it her mission to follow after the male, shoving through that same crowd he had merely moments beforehand. dark eyes narrow almost instantly upon seeing him, the words that leave his lips so easy irritate her. “and hello to you fucking too?” the brunette practically snaps, venomous words spitting from her lips. figures that had been lingering in the hallway seem to take interest in attempting to peek in on the pair, something she’s quick to catch on to--- heel jutting out to slam the door shut again, complimented with an echoing of ‘fuck off’ as it slams shut. “did you forget you owned a cellphone by any chance, aj? considering i’ve been calling you for like three fucking days now.” her tone is raised, and likely the last thing he wants to hear right now--- but she was angry, furious. no one blows her off like that, not him, not anyone.

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( salemod ! )

Salem noticed the leftover shot of whiskey on the table in front of him and considering it was clear he’d be left with the tab, he decided to down it, slapping it down on the table as she spoke. “I work with those men every day, so I know what you mean,” he said, nodding his head solemnly. It seemed he couldn’t so much as go to the restroom without some kind of issue taking place, especially when it came to Ronnie, who lately, it felt like he was babysitting. Sniffing up remnants of powder in his nostrils, he ducked his head down, staring into his near empty glass of beer. “Must get a lot of it bartending,” he said.

“well for that, i can only pity you---” she remarks in reference to the fact the poor guy had to WORK with them. considering laney herself could merely bare the few hours the males lingered in the bar for alone never mind working with them on a daily basis. “you don’t seem like them, at least from our current interactions--- so i’m curious as to how you put up with it.” an observation, to say the least. “a LOT of it?” a scoff passes from painted lips, dark curls shifting as she shakes her head. “honey, if i had a dollar for every single time some douche groped my ass--- i wouldn’t need to work in this shithole in the first place.”

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( maxvvell ! )

Max laughed, nodding his head. “Right? It’s fucking disgusting. Not to mention the fact that the smell literally burns the eyes,” he said, shaking his head dismissively. As she continued to speak, his expression turned to one of a smirk, glancing down between them for a moment. “Fancy me sleeping on your couch until I find a new place?”

“i hope to fuck you bought new dishes after that. had it been me i would’ve smashed every one of those vinegar tainted plates over the idiots head.” hazel eyes roll back in her head at the mere thought of having to deal with such a scenario. “be my guest---” the female offers, shoulders raising only to fall in a halfhearted shrug. “i can’t promise my place is anything special, but at least i won’t kick you out. as long as you don’t fuck anyone in my bed, we’re good.”