Blaire Slater

24, soldier, has ridden with the Diablos since she was 18. Alluring but dangerous.

[blaire-slater]

Open Starter

Where: Outside the bar

Who: Open

Blaire was used to getting off of work late. She enjoyed the quiet time to walk home. Even though many would say it wasn’t safe for a woman to walk through a town riddled with gang activity by herself, those who knew Blaire knew that she could take care of herself.

She was enjoying the silence, besides her feet softly thumping on the ground as she walked, until she became aware that she was not alone. There was a figure on the ground, crunched over.

Blaire hurried over to the collapsed person, “Are you okay?” she asked warily, not wanting to let down her guard in case this was an ambush. She became less concerned with safety when she saw the blood coming from the other person’s wound.

“What happened?” she asked quickly, bending down next to them, “Can I help you?”

[gcttis]

blaire-slater‌:

Blaire smiled at her request. “Jack for right now. Maybe a new life by next weekend,” she said, laughing softly. So many sad eyes came into this bar, and she wondered how cruel the world must be to create so many miserable, wasted people. Blaire crossed her fingers that life would never shove her down to that point. She pulled out the nice shot glasses from behind the bar and began pouring her shot. She poured two for good measure, because the look in this woman’s eyes told her she wouldn’t be stopping at one ounce of booze.

her sad smile turned genuine for a second as she watched her pour the shots out. she had once been a bartender, back during her early college days when she would dole out drinks in a bar not far from newton and listen to the stories of her regulars. they made her sad, happy, angry — a hard job for easily empathetic like lu. you got good at reading people at a job like that. she could only imagine what her current bartender went through on a regular basis. she tucked her hair behind her ear before she threw back the first shot with a grimace. “ you’re a peach. you should take one for yourself, you probably deserve it a lot more than i do. ”

[blaire-slater]

She smiled at the woman’s suggestion, “Nah. Even if I did, no drinking on the job,” Blaire said, smiling to herself. That was something she repeated to herself on a daily basis, and it had become somewhat of an inside joke with herself. She wondered if the woman would tell Blaire her story after a few more shots. If she did, she silently told herself that she wouldn’t run and report everything back to the Diablos. This woman’s demons were deep down, and she didn’t deserve for Blaire to shove her thoughts into the den of the lion. “What’s your name?” Blaire asked her.

[bocavalli]

blaire-slater‌:

She was surpised that he laughed at the WiFi password. It was very funny that the rivalling gangs felt the need to assert their dominance over each other in everything, including their WiFi passwords. But most civillians were too intimidated by the gang activity to ever think about laughing at it. Blaire smiled at his amusement. 

He blushed at her words, and it was absolutely adorable. “Nice to meet you, Bo,” she said. “I’m Blaire. Blaire Slater.” She sipped her tea and pulled herself up to sit on the counter behind the bar. She studied Bo’s face as she took another drink.

bocavalli:

He smiled warmly as she introduced herself. “Well thank you for scrounging up tea for me Blaire, I really appreciate it.” Turning back to his computer, his expression changed into a pout as he looked at the emails he had yet to answer. Bo had an 504 meeting for a student that had to be rescheduled and the teachers involved were not being cooperative. The kid deserved better than the casual disinterest most of the staff at his school tended to show towards student’s personal lives and problems. 

Bo became aware suddenly that Blaire was still watching him, her dark eyes making his blush from before return in full force. His eyes fell on the mug of tea in her hands. “Oh shit what do I owe you for the tea?” He scrambled for his wallet, still tucked away in his messenger bag.

[blaire-slater]

Blaire waved her hand dismissively as he clambered for his wallet. “No charge,” she said, “Most people aren’t as polite as you. Stay a little longer, that’ll be your payment.” Blaire finished off her drink and tossed her mug into the sink with a dangerous clunk. She knew one of the glasses would break if she kept doing that, but she didn’t particularly care. Nothing had broken yet, that was a good sign, right? 

Blaire busied her hands by wiping off the surface behind the counter, which she was still sitting on “So,” she said, “You seem like a sweet guy. What are you doing in a town like this?”

[pjdiablo]

blaire-slater:

The corner of her mouth quirked up as she handed him his drink. It wasn’t a secret that Blaire was the closest thing to an informant the Diablos had, but it was amusing when others made jokes about it. “My boss doesn’t tell me what to do. It’s more the other way around, actually,” she said, laughing. It was true. Her boss was a small man that had doted on her for years, to no avail. “Besides,” she continued, “You’re too smart for me to charm information out of you. I think we all know dredging up the demons in your head is a lost cause, even for me.” She stirred her own drink, a simple strawberry dakharee. Virgin, of course. Blaire couldn’t be drinking on the job. His last question made her laugh out loud, “Naive?” she arched her eyebrow and gave a little shrug, “You’ll have to figure that one out for yourself.” She took a sip of her drink.

PJ couldn’t tell if he was supposed to feel offended or not with the demons comment. She wasn’t wrong and yet he still wanted to argue it. Instead of spouting from his mouth right away, PJ took a long drag from his cigarette never breaking his eyes from her. “I don’t even know what to fucking say to that.” A cold chuckle followed the words before he shook his head and a scowl flashed across his face for half a second. “Don’t you ever get tired of this shit? Don’t you ever just want to not do this? Just drive out of this cess pool of a town and never look back?” Clearly there was something on PJ’s mind and he wasn’t really talking about her, but for some reason she suddenly just seemed to be the best candidate to hear his bullshit. He scanned over his shoulder when the bell over the door rung, but it was just someone leaving and he looked back at her. “You from here?” He asked, finishing off his beer and sliding it to her for another.

[blaire-slater]

“And do what, PJ?” she asked, taking another sip of her drink. Of course she had thought about leaving town. She doubted there was a damn person in either town that hadn’t thought about turning tail and running back to the real world, where gang wars and fragile peace treaties didn’t consume the minds of all. “What should I do if I leave town? Get a steady job? Meet a nice guy? Settle down and have some kids?” she laughed at her own suggestions, knowing that those things weren’t going to happen for her. Blaire caught his glass as he slid it to her and began to refill it. “Yeah, I’m from here. Lived here all my life. My parents are dead, though, and I started riding with the Diablos the second I was legally able to. The rest is history.”

[bocavalli]

blaire-slater‌:

Open Starter

Where: The bar

Who: Open

Every evening Blaire spent bartending was the same. Someone would stumble into the bar, clearly undergoing some emotional turmoil. They would ask for something strong to drink, and Blaire would gladly oblige, refilling their glass as many times as they could handle. They would spill all of their darkest secrets to her, and she would listen sympathetically. Then she would call a driver to take the absolutely wasted barfly home, and she would report all of the information back to the Diablos on the off chance that something would be helpful. Every night was the same, but it never got old.

It was an unfriendly hour of the night, a time that would not be safe to walk around alone. Blaire wiped the bar top off as the few patrons who had stayed this late sat slumped over in their respective booths. Just then, someone interesting stumbled into the bar. Someone she hadn’t expected to see. Her lips turned up in a welcoming smile.

“What can I get you?” Blaire asked.

bocavalli:

Bo couldn’t sleep. An occurence that wasn’t uncommon in his experience, but entirely unwelcome. After tossing and turning in bed for a few hours, he surrendered to being awake. Dressing slowly, he grabbed his work laptop to keep himself busy and headed out into the night. He hadn’t meant to end up at the bar, but it was the only place open at this hour, so he steeled himself and entered cautiously. The place was mostly empty, a few drunks nursing drinks were scattered across the main room. Bo gave them each a friendly nod, only to be ignored. He frowned slightly, turning away to take a seat at the bar. Opening his laptop, he started at the voice of the bartender. “Oh, um, this is weird but do y’all have tea?” He blushed slightly and looked at his laptop screen, searching for an open wifi network. “Also is there a  password for the wifi?” Bo made eye contact with the bartender. “If you don’t hand it out to customers thats totally fine! Just thought I would ask…”

[blaire-slater]

Before Blaire answered any of his questions, she leaned on the bar, a tiny smile playing at her lips as she scrutinized this man. “We don’t have tea,” she finally said, straightening back up, “But, I’m in the mood for some tea, too. Guess I’ll brew some.” Blaire went into the back and managed to scrounge up some tea bags. She set the two steaming mugs down on the bar. “The WiFi password is DiabloTerritory1,” she said, laughing at the years old password. She wondered who this man was, and why he could come to this bar at this hour of the night if he wasn’t mentally distraught like everyone else. “What’s your name, cutie?” she asked teasingly.

[gcttis]

blaire-slater‌:

Open Starter

Where: The bar

Who: Open

Every evening Blaire spent bartending was the same. Someone would stumble into the bar, clearly undergoing some emotional turmoil. They would ask for something strong to drink, and Blaire would gladly oblige, refilling their glass as many times as they could handle. They would spill all of their darkest secrets to her, and she would listen sympathetically. Then she would call a driver to take the absolutely wasted barfly home, and she would report all of the information back to the Diablos on the off chance that something would be helpful. Every night was the same, but it never got old.

It was an unfriendly hour of the night, a time that would not be safe to walk around alone. Blaire wiped the bar top off as the few patrons who had stayed this late sat slumped over in their respective booths. Just then, someone interesting stumbled into the bar. Someone she hadn’t expected to see. Her lips turned up in a welcoming smile.

“What can I get you?” Blaire asked.

the past couple weeks had been hard enough on lu without the added pressure of having to return to work. but, she figured it had to happen eventually. so she’d thrown on whatever she could find in her closet and drove out to houston for the first time since cam’s death. her boss had exceptionally understanding and seemed to drown her in backlogged filing work to keep her mind off of everything back home but eventually she did have to come back — a drive that had once brought her joy everyday had been anything but that particular day. she couldn’t even bear to go back to her tiny little cottage. instead, she found herself pulling into the parking lot of a bar in town and trudging in. once settled at the bar, she smiled up at the pretty bartender with a sad smile. “ a new life ? or a shot of jack, whichever is easier ? ”

[blaire-slater]

Blaire smiled at her request. “Jack for right now. Maybe a new life by next weekend,” she said, laughing softly. So many sad eyes came into this bar, and she wondered how cruel the world must be to create so many miserable, wasted people. Blaire crossed her fingers that life would never shove her down to that point. She pulled out the nice shot glasses from behind the bar and began pouring her shot. She poured two for good measure, because the look in this woman’s eyes told her she wouldn’t be stopping at one ounce of booze.

[pjdiablo]

She hadn’t seen PJ in her bar in what felt like a good couple months. The tension in his body made him look like he was always ready for a fight, and he probably was. Not many people weren’t these days. The treaty between the two gangs was as thin as paper, each waiting for the other to snap. Even Blaire herself seemed to be on edge more than not.

“Coming right up,” she said. Blaire turned her back to prepare his drink, and spoke to his over her shoulder. “All this drinking isn’t good for you, PJ,” she said, “Bad for your liver.” She did her fair share of drinking when she wasn’t on the job, but she liked to think she was a little more classy about it. She wondered what was on PJ’s brain that made him do this every night.

The only thing that ever ran through PJ’s mind when he saw Blaire behind the bar was how young she looked, how very not 21 she seemed. Not that he really gave a shit, if she served him then that was all that concerned him. “Does your boss know you give this sort of advice?” PJ narrowed his eyes as he took a drag from his cigarette. “Or is this the talk that gets everyone to open up to you?” He reached over and used the fingers that weren’t pinching the cigarette to pull an ashtray closer to him. “Either way you can save it for the next.” PJ cocked a brow at her as he took his first drink of the cold beer, wiping his ‘stache of the drink left behind. “Are you as naive as you let on?” The Diablo was tense, and maybe he was looking for some sort of relief even if it was in the form of being rude to someone who didn’t deserve it.

[blaire-slater]

The corner of her mouth quirked up as she handed him his drink. It wasn’t a secret that Blaire was the closest thing to an informant the Diablos had, but it was amusing when others made jokes about it. “My boss doesn’t tell me what to do. It’s more the other way around, actually,” she said, laughing. It was true. Her boss was a small man that had doted on her for years, to no avail. “Besides,” she continued, “You’re too smart for me to charm information out of you. I think we all know dredging up the demons in your head is a lost cause, even for me.” She stirred her own drink, a simple strawberry dakharee. Virgin, of course. Blaire couldn’t be drinking on the job. His last question made her laugh out loud, “Naive?” she arched her eyebrow and gave a little shrug, “You’ll have to figure that one out for yourself.” She took a sip of her drink. 

[blaire-slater]

Open Starter

Where: The bar

Who: Open

Every evening Blaire spent bartending was the same. Someone would stumble into the bar, clearly undergoing some emotional turmoil. They would ask for something strong to drink, and Blaire would gladly oblige, refilling their glass as many times as they could handle. They would spill all of their darkest secrets to her, and she would listen sympathetically. Then she would call a driver to take the absolutely wasted barfly home, and she would report all of the information back to the Diablos on the off chance that something would be helpful. Every night was the same, but it never got old.

It was an unfriendly hour of the night, a time that would not be safe to walk around alone. Blaire wiped the bar top off as the few patrons who had stayed this late sat slumped over in their respective booths. Just then, someone interesting stumbled into the bar. Someone she hadn’t expected to see. Her lips turned up in a welcoming smile.

“What can I get you?” Blaire asked.

[pjdiablo]

A night that PJ wasn’t drinking, be that at the clubhouse or in a bar, was a rare night indeed. Lately he seemed to stick to the clubhouse feeling a bit more solid there - at the ready back up if anything had popped off. The tension in the air anywhere you went in Straton was thicker than blood and it seemed that each side was just waiting, almost taunting the other. Every day PJ wondered if that was the day something would finally go down and he was ready, not a single nervous bone in his body. Tonight was a night that he figured he’d just waste away at a bar for a few hours and then sober up enough to make it back to his home. It wasn’t a night he expected much of anyone in the bar and when he walked in he was relieved to see he was right. He lifted his chin in a sort of greeting at someone in a booth before beelining it to the bar. PJ returned the smile with a smirk of his own, as friendly as he got to most, even the ones he was fairly familiar like Blaire. “Whatever lite on tap, mija.” He said before pulling out a cigarette to light it.

[blaire-slater]

She hadn’t seen PJ in her bar in what felt like a good couple months. The tension in his body made him look like he was always ready for a fight, and he probably was. Not many people weren’t these days. The treaty between the two gangs was as thin as paper, each waiting for the other to snap. Even Blaire herself seemed to be on edge more than not. 

“Coming right up,” she said. Blaire turned her back to prepare his drink, and spoke to his over her shoulder. “All this drinking isn’t good for you, PJ,” she said, “Bad for your liver.” She did her fair share of drinking when she wasn’t on the job, but she liked to think she was a little more classy about it. She wondered what was on PJ’s brain that made him do this every night.

[blaire-slater]

Open Starter

Where: The bar

Who: Open

Every evening Blaire spent bartending was the same. Someone would stumble into the bar, clearly undergoing some emotional turmoil. They would ask for something strong to drink, and Blaire would gladly oblige, refilling their glass as many times as they could handle. They would spill all of their darkest secrets to her, and she would listen sympathetically. Then she would call a driver to take the absolutely wasted barfly home, and she would report all of the information back to the Diablos on the off chance that something would be helpful. Every night was the same, but it never got old.

It was an unfriendly hour of the night, a time that would not be safe to walk around alone. Blaire wiped the bar top off as the few patrons who had stayed this late sat slumped over in their respective booths. Just then, someone interesting stumbled into the bar. Someone she hadn’t expected to see. Her lips turned up in a welcoming smile.

“What can I get you?” Blaire asked.

[blaire-slater]

Hey everyone! My name is Jade and my muse is Blaire. This is her intro, and I’m so excited to join everyone!

Name: Blaire Slater

Age: 24

Gender: Cisgender female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Blaire bartends, and likes to report information she hears drunken people spill back to the Diablos, who she’s ridden with since she was 18 years old. She always has multiple knives on her, and she has a knack for mixing strong drinks that will make anyone tell you what you want to know. She’s very alluring and charming, and people have no doubts when they spill their darkest thoughts and feelings to her. However, she has no problem spilling the secrets of those that aren’t close to her.