And they nicknamed her "The Bolter"

Blake Sara Scott || 38 || Owner of Bitter and Twisted - Co-Owner of Mon Cœur Cafe || Hellraisers MC || August 22, 1986 || Daughter: Peyton Scott

[blakesara]

Blake Sara Scott

Age; 37 Hometown; Tonopah Falls, NV Neighborhood; Glenn Estates Occupation; Defense Attorney (Former Professional Soccer Player) Sexuality; Bisexual

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Grew up on the Devereux Estate.

Her father’s family had owned and operated Scott Creek Stables since the family moved from St. Louis back when the dam was being built. The family still owns it but it’s now run by Blake’s Aunt Ava.

As a teen Blake worked in the stables, and can occasionally be found working them now.

Blake has three things she’s pretty sure she couldn’t live without: Music, art and cooking. All three had been things she’d picked up from her father and Rose. And none from her mother goodbye

Blake has two younger half-sisters and an adopted older stepbrother. Her mother and Kevin have a daughter named Inés and her dad and Rose adopted James soon after moving to Boston and also have a daughter named Lexie.

Blake likes to think of herself as the Peyton Sawyer, before Peyton Sawyer was ever a thing. Her love of art and music, her grandfather’s 1963 Mercury Comet, her long legs, and curly blonde hair all screamed Peyton Sawyer.

The fact that her daughter was named Peyton Scott was a running joke between her and her sister Lexie.

Blake has two Harleys; one she’d bought as soon as she returned to Tonopah and the other was once her fathers and then hers when she’d left for college.

While in her undergrad years at Harvard she mostly rode her motorcycle, she also kept her Comet in storage in Boston.

She has three dogs: Ghost (a 7-year-old White German Shepherd), Demon (2-year-old Siberian Husky), Blue (a 8-month-old Merle colored Border Collie)

Two cats: Luna (a 10-year-old Maine Coon) and Zero (a two-year-old Ragdoll)

And two sugar gliders: Yoda and Grogu

Co owns Mon Cœur Cafe with her sisters; Lexie and Ines. 

She has 25 tattoos

[blakesara]

who: @freya-hudson || where: scott creek stables

Blake placed the bags of groceries down on the countertop as she looked across the house expecting to see Freya. The open floor plan of the converted barn made it a very quick search. After putting the groceries away Blake heading for the back patio that looked out over one of the horse trails. The tall blonde had basically moved out of the main house and into what was essentially her teenage self's glorified bedroom. Her father had worked on it after she'd woken up screaming one too many times. She'd felt so guilty about waking everyone up that she'd begged him to do it. Until senior year it really had just been a bedroom, but then her father had redone the entire barn to be a little getaway for her and her friends.

Blake slipped out the sliding door with a smile, "Please tell me you have been inside and not just out here waiting for me?" She let herself fall into the lounge chair, "I picked up snacks, and mudslides, for me, and stuff to make milkshakes of many verities for you."

[blakesara]

who: @ella-cooper || where: uppercut boxing

Blake peeled her shirt away from her as she stood in front of the locker she'd stuffed her stuff in earlier that evening. Her hair was plastered to her sweat covered body. She was tired but still felt like she had so much energy still revving to be released. The blonde moved to lean against her locker, and pulled a long drink from her water bottle. Her blue eyes trained on the person who had finally followed her. "You done are you willing to go a few more rounds?"

[nathaniel-donovan]

Nate's hand moved towards his chest briefly as he mouthed an ouch, his mannerisms staying in that lane of being playful as he started chuckling, knowing that there was truth to her tease - would he regret seeing her? Never. His amusement settled down as his focus turned more towards their topic shift, "Yeah you and me both." he responded in more of a mutter, feeling that they all collectively felt the way Blake did, it was that typical sitting duck feeling and still, only the club itself could move to try and change that. "Just you know, wanted to see if there were any.. concerns?" he questioned - it was more to himself as he wondered if he picked the right word there. "Don't want Mo to think there's a lack of trust," he spoke causally, rather than pinpointing specifically because that wasn't what he was trying to do, "Or anyone looking in from the outside."

[blakesara]

Blake fiddled with the menus in her hand. "In that case no, no concerns. He might not have been who I originally would have picked but not because of lack of... faith or whatever in his ability to be president." She twisted her head, letting her ponytail fall over her shoulder and she started playing with the ends, "I mean you know me with trust, I don't do well with it, but that's nothing to do with Mo. I trust him to not run the club into the ground, or to put any of us in situations he doesn't think we can handle. Whatever my hangups when it comes to personal trust aren't enough to cloud that." It had taken her years to get to the point of trust she had in Nate, she'd bared her soul to him in ways she hadn't with many others. Blake moved across the room slipping the last few menus in her hands into his, her fingers gently squeezing his wrist as she moved past him to gather the napkins and silverware. "No matter, my loyalty lies with the club. And Mo."

[blakesara]

who: @logandonovan || where: scott creek stables

Blake smiled as she pulled the muffins from the oven, "Logan these look really good!" There wasn't even a hint of surprise in her voice as she slid the try onto the top of the stove, "I think these might be the best ones you've made!" She'd agreed months ago to help her and they'd finally been able to find a day where they both were free. "And they smell heavenly." Blake turned back to the table and noticed the disaster zone that had become her kitchen, "How did this even happen, how did we make this much of a mess?" She knew she herself had flour on her cheeks, and she was sure in her hair.

[nathaniel-donovan]

Nate looked towards Blake as his brow rose with an effort on his part to hide his amusement, his mouth soon dropped open as he gasped, "They do?" paired with the feigned shock, his tone continued along that sarcasm line before he let it all go with a short burst of laughter. "Eh.. standards are overrated." he joked as he shrugged nonchalantly before accepting the menus Blake was handing over towards him. "Don't make me regret coming to see you," he teased as he shot both of his brows up momentarily, apparently unable to hide his smirk however. Turning away and moving towards the nearest tables he opened the menu that was on top with that simplest intent of being nosy. "So.. actual question," he took a glance in her direction briefly, "How're you feeling with the club?" he asked, wanting to know what she thought about their newest President since Leon stepped down, if anything Nate was just seeing how the water had settled. "You trust Mo?"

[blakesara]

"You just think they are overrated because they surpass you." The leggy blonde rolled her eyes, "We both know I'm the highlight and you could never regret seeing me!" It was easy for her to tease and taunt Nate, there was no part of her that ever though it would move beyond that. Nate himself was a safe space for her. Which made his question about the club give her pause. Things had been weird for the past few years, ever since the bike festival. It seemed like one thing after another had gone wrong. Then Leon had stepped down. If asked, there had been only one person in her mind to nominate for President. Trust was hard for her to give, she trusted the MC with her life... but there were very few she trusted with her secrets and that was Nate. It didn't mean she didn't trust Mo as President, but she wasn't as close to him as she was with Nate. "I feel like one wrong move and shit is going to hit the fan." She shrugged her shoulders as she placed a few menus down, "I trust him as much as any of the club, plus he had Leon as a role model for being President so I assume he'll be a good one. Why do you ask?"

[nathaniel-donovan]

"Now you're just telling me what I want to hear," he teased, his amusement continuing through his expressions before his own attention flicked back towards Peyton - or more, Blake speaking highly of her daughter. It’s a conversation that pulls a more softer smile to Nate’s features; always appreciating the love that was between them. “Day might still come, never know,” he mentions with a small raise to his brow, choosing to lean against the counter as he watched Blake sort through the menus. “Yeah… same.” He nodded his head faintly in agreement, knowing that the weekend he spent away from Tonopah was needed. As he listened his brows came together momentarily, “Are you—“ he narrowed his eyes at Blake, “Are you offering me unpaid labour…” he responded playfully as his smile grew, “Know how to get a guy to say yes, huh.” Nate chuckled faintly to himself before, “But yeah, I’ll drop in at some point - be the highlight of your night,” he joked, pausing “Need help with those?” He asked, making a little gesture towards the menus in her hand.

[blakesara]

“Please, as if I’d make with the sweet talking just to appease you.” Her mind drifted back to Peyton with a small smile, while Nate’s words were reassuring they also felt placating in a way she wasn’t even sure he meant. She was convinced those days were over, especially now that Peyton was off on her own. And sure UNLV wasn’t as far as UCLA was, in fact it was really only an hour away, it still felt like an ocean when she walked into her house and Peyton wasn’t there. It was lonely and empty in a way she had not expected it to be. Blake shook her head slightly as Nate’s question brought her back to the present, “I was thinking less unpaid labor and more that thing friends do for each other, I believe it’s called a favor?” She tilted her head in faux thought, her red painted lips pulled into her usual smirk, “Sometimes people even return said favor in some way!” Blake slipped back around the counter, “Let’s be honest, it would take more than that for you to be the highlight of my night! I have standards you know.” She passed over half the stack of menus, “Are you sure? That’s even more unpaid labor, the horror!”

[atomicqueens]

ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY as NIKKI VEE in It's What's Inside (2024) dir. Greg Jardin

[amazingyoungwomen]

[nathaniel-donovan]

"Me either," he admitted with a chuckle as Blake started to come down the ladder, making him move to the other side of it just to put his foot on the first step with that intention of just being that steady weight. "You know I think if she ordered me to walk out in front of a car, you'd be standing there all yeah, good job." Nate laughed lightly, only joking, he just had gotten used to the fact that every time he moaned about Logan, Blake was always in favour of his sister. Not that he actually cared, it was a mere observation. "Yeah I bet." he responds as he glanced towards the picture that had been pointed out - one that had him move over towards it just to get a better glance. At Blake's question he turned back to focus on her, "Oh yeah, found the meaning of life and all that.." his tone was touching sarcastic, though he did offer her a smile, "It was nice." despite the heat his company had made it worthwhile. He nodded softly, "Yeah? That's good, what you want really," how her job was, "and not too bad, getting busier so I'm there most nights now."

[blakesara]

The blonde let out an offended huff as she moved past Nate, "I'd never. I'll cheer her on all the way up to anything that puts you in actual danger." She patted his cheek placatingly. "As my favorite Donovan I might like to see you suffer just a little but not that much!" Blake let her eyes drift towards the shadow box once more, it was hard not to be proud of her daughter for so many reasons. It wasn't even Peyton winning gold that filled her with pride, it was everything leading up to it. The way her daughter had followed her dreams, and worked hard at it and never gave up, that's what made her the proudest. "She's eighteen now and as proud as I am... I still feel like somedays I'm going to wake up with her curled up in my bed hiding from monsters." It had been eighteen long years, and while Blake wished the first half of Peyton's life had been free of the darkness that clouded Blake's own past, she was grateful that it did not seem to have any effects on Peyton as she grew up. Blake raised an eyebrow at his words, her fingers busy at work pulling out the menus for the day. "Here I was thinking the meaning of life was 42." She smirked softly as she pushed away from the counter, "Meaning of life or not I'm glad you had a nice time." After the everything from the past few years she was happy that he'd found... anything that wasn't pain. "You need to find someone you trust enough so that you can come spend time with me at the bar..." She let the words linger for only a moment before she added sarcastically, "You can carry the kegs around for me."

[samsdecker]

Sammy narrowed his brows, letting out an amused scoff. "Does the frequency of my voice really cause you that much distress? I'm flattered." He remarked wryly, bringing his beer to his lips. Honestly, he didn't care if people listened to him bitch or not -- he was going to do it anyway. "That's because everyone's suffering from the same delusions; that embarrassing yourself is fun as long as you do it together. It's like the high school theater kids that'll bombard a diner and start singing songs from Grease." Nose crinkled, he pushed his now-empty beer bottle aside and watched Blake prepare his next one. "Yeah, but the booze tastes better here than it does alone on my couch. So, take that as a compliment."

[blakesara]

"I'll have you know my world does not revolve around you and your oh so grating voice!" Her lips were pulled into a sneer before her eyes lit up with laughter, "How do you think I deal with the... lovely singing. I found these bad boys come in quite handy. All I have to do is smile and wave." Blake tilted her head in thought, "Do theater kids actually do that or have I just been wildly so self-involved I've missed that particular phenomenon? And of course the booze tastes better here, like I would settle for less than stellar." Blake winced as someone hit a particularly high note... or tried to hit it as the case may be. "How's the doctor bizz going? Sell any organs on the black market yet?"

[nathaniel-donovan]

"Didn't realise you turned sixty this year.." he quipped, tossing that back to her tease with a slight of his own as his expressions mirrored similarly to Blake's. "Uh-huh," he nodded his head with a faint chuckle, "Might make her more independent - you know she wants me to fit in a door for her dog," he pulled a face that displayed a lack of understanding as his eyes briefly widened, it wasn't that he didn't understand, it was more the fact of where the fuck Logan go her ideas from. His smile, however, grew upon hearing of Peyton's success, "She did? Oh good." Nate was already thinking about giving a belated congratulations to Blake's daughter when he next saw her. "Grand Canyon, if I ever go again it'll be when it's fuckin' freezing." going in the heat of summer was interesting, for sure. "How're you doing though? Bar still keeping afloat?"

[blakesara]

Blake curled her lips at his words and flipped him off as she moved to descend the ladder, "I can't recall any sixty-year-old having a body like this." She couldn't stop the snort that left her, "Dog doors are pretty practical! Plus, if you have an older brother to order around to do stuff for you, you should totally take advantage whenever and wherever you can." The blonde pointed towards the small shadow box she'd installed behind the counter, a picture of Peyton with the family and her gold medal was placed next to a replica of Peyton horse. "She's still riding the high, I'm so proud of her." Blake herself had been just a few months shy of her own journey towards the Olympics, but she would never regret stepping back from soccer to raise Peyton. "Yeah, going during summer has got to be miserable. Did you... well I assume it's why you went, find what you were looking for out there?" Blake tilted her head, "Me? Ah you know how it is, I'm five by five. Keeping afloat would be an understatement. I might not be making as much as I would have if I had stayed on at the law firm all those years ago but damn do I bring home some cash at the end of the week." She'd spent a few years thinking she'd gone the wrong way, but she loved her life now and wouldn't change much about it. "How's the lounge?"

[samsdecker]

where: bitter & twisted who: @blakesara & sammy decker

"I’m starting to think you secretly hate your customers -- or you just hate me. That’s the only logical explanation I can think of for why you still have karaoke night on weekends." Sammy complained, wincing as someone finished out their absolutely horrendous rendition of 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot' by trying, and failing, to hit the last high note. "Either that, or you’re trying to drive me to drink more—which, I’ll admit, is working." He was three beers deep at this point, wasn't he? "Instead of listening to people shriek for two hours straight, why don't you just play the sound of 'cats in heat' over the speakers? It'd probably have the same effect."

[blakesara]

Blake nodded along to Sammy’s words, hoping she looked engaged enough. It wasn’t that she was ignoring him and she wasn’t even ignoring him completely, not on purpose anyway. She got most of what he was saying even if she couldn’t actually hear him. Seeing he was done with his diatribe Blake pulled one of the earplugs from her ear with a smirk, “I’m pretty sure they love it seeing as it’s packed every weekend. But sure it’s all about making you drink more!” The blonde wiped down the counter before turning back to Sammy, “I think it sounds more like two cats fighting but honestly at that point what’s the difference between the two sounds.” Her shoulders lifted on a shrug as she filled another drink for the club doctor, “What brings you in here tonight anyway, don’t you usually avoid this on the weekends for this exact reason?”

[huntercassidy]

who: @blakesara where: inferno auto + customs

Hunter wasn’t an idiot, he knew the Hellraisers weren’t a hobby club.  But he liked the job and knew when it was time for him to duck out for a smoke break so they could have some privacy, and it seemed like, so far, that keen sense of timing was rewarded.  They all seemed like decent enough of people that he’d often stick around for an hour or two after Inferno closed to shoot the shit as they all swallowed down their first beers of the night.  But when more of the club started to show up and they began to head inside to the clubhouse, despite invitation to join, Hunter knew that was his time to dip out.   

He made his way back into the now empty garage to grab his jacket, only for his heart to drop out of his fucking asshole. "Shit fire and save the matches---!!" The silhouette of a person appearing out of nowhere. "We're closed, y'know--" he called out, not able to make out the person's identity from the way they were backlit.

[blakesara]

Normally Blake would have fixed her car herself, she had rebuilt the Comet when her grandfather had passed her the keys on her sixteenth birthday. She could still remember returning to the house covered in oil stains and dirt. Now though… well now she had none of the parts she needed and while she could always drive her other car she preferred the black ‘63 Comet. She’d just been planning to leave her keys and information in the drop box, the leggy blonde had not even contemplated that someone would still be there. It was late enough and the club was starting to fill, most people cleared out by then.

The voice didn’t startle her but she did pull her keys and hands out of her maroon jacket, the lady reaper patch catching the light, as she held her hands up as if to say she came peacefully. Peacefully probably wasn’t the right description but she wasn’t looking to fight… at the moment. “Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would still be up here.”

[blakesara]

So I did my best to lay to rest All of the bodies that have ever been on my body And in my mind, they sink into the swamp Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

[nathaniel-donovan]

"Maybe you can teach me?" he asked, with no seriousness behind his question as he rose his brows teasing in her direction. "Yeah? So if I throw a load of paint over Logan and tell her it's very très chic, she won't try and hit me?" he joked, clearly knowing the answer for himself and still, unfortunately Nate just thought he was funny. Pulling his focus away from the mural she was painting and back up to Blake he smiled, "Glad you had a good time, Peyton did well?" he thought to ask, admittedly not having caught up with every result but he knew if Peyton was anything like her mom, she'd have smashed it. "Chose the right weekend to go away so all good." he'd be lying if he hadn't thought thank fuck when he rolled back into town.

[blakesara]

"I just don't think I have that kind of time my dear... or the patients." Teasing had crept into her words, spoken around the smirk forming along her lips. "Tres chic or not, I'm pretty sure that would be a one-way ticket to an early grave. Death by sister, what a way to go." Peyton had done exceptionally well, if she said so herself. "Brought home a gold medal and all." Blake tilted her head at his words, "Where did you end up going? I don't think it dawned on me that you weren't at the festival."

[blakesara]

who: @taliah-tezel | where: sons of silence clubhouse

Blake slowly pulled the chair out before basically collapsing into it next to Taliah. She was exhausted, she'd spent most of the day on the phone with the supply guy for the cafe and had still gotten nowhere. She face planted into the table, the smallest "Ow.", leaving her as her hair fell across her face. "I think I'm broken. I actually think taking a step back from the law firm has broken me in some way... I'm becoming nice?" The last word was said in a higher octave than the rest with as much incredulousness as one could muster. She hadn't even threatened the guy with legal action, which she was more than in the right to do, "What is wrong with me?"