Phoenix Bones

Underboss to the Moccus. Chaotic neutral.

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bonesofaphoenix‌:

Phoenix chuckled as he downed his third drink. He heard the familiar voice and smirked as he saw the familiar face. “Well Little miss Selma. If you’re sore eyes you should get that checked out.” He laughed. “Honey it’s the middle of the day. I am here instead of those boring stupid patrols Rex always sends me on. A beer and some shots are better.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you to stay her all night and into the afternoon,” she informed him, before taking a sip of her drink. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Those patrols are pointless. Everyone in this goddamn hell hole is too afraid to even move. They all speak of tension, but I think they all just need to stretch more.” She threw back her drink and chugged it fast. “If we’re doing shots,” she said, moving her empty cup away, “then you’ve got my attention.”

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Phoenix smiled at Selma and chuckled. “While I will agree with the sentiment that everyone is terrified of something going down. These patrols are necessary but not for a underboss to be doing them. That’s rookie work.” He sighed as he took another shot. “I think it’s just bullshit that nothign fun has happened yet.”

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valorofvazquez‌:

Mateo stared down into the last of the glass, searching for a sign of something that maybe only he could see swirling dark liquid. Answers he couldn’t find sober, leaving only more questions when drunk, so he walked the line and waited for a reply. He hadn’t seen him come in, but he knew that voice. He slowly raised his head as the babble reached his end of the bar. “Can’t get hung over if you don’t stop drinking.” his voice empty as he replies. He never got drunk, not anymore, but he could recall a time when that too was his plan of action–what a fool he had been then. But Phoenix? He wouldn’t be himself any other way, that much he was sure of. “You could attest to that.”

Phoenix downed his drinks as he was mumbling to himself. He didn’t see the other at the bar when he walked in. Nor did he even notice anyone else. He slurped own his last shot as he heard the male’s voice. “Nope Not at all.” He said as he looked at Mateo and smiled brightly. “Well Well Well. If it isn’t the big bad scary Mateo Vasquez of the Garuda.” He chuckled and poked his chest. “I sure can attest to that. As I’m sure you can too all those years ago.” He smiled as he looked into Mateo’s eyes.

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selmabitches‌:

“Well,” Selma cooed as she moved around from behind Phoenix and took a seat beside him. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Late night drinking?” She inquired, as she slowly read his figure. She motioned to the bar tender and he brought her a drink. She was a regular here, they all knew what she drank.

Phoenix chuckled as he downed his third drink. He heard the familiar voice and smirked as he saw the familiar face. “Well Little miss Selma. If you’re sore eyes you should get that checked out.” He laughed. “Honey it’s the middle of the day. I am here instead of those boring stupid patrols Rex always sends me on. A beer and some shots are better.”

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outcastednaomi‌:

She was planning on minding her own business. She was just finishing up a job when she decided to stop at the bar on her way back. She finished early and wasn’t expected back for another hour or so. Just enough time to grab and drink and act like she was normal for a few seconds. She was just lifting her drink to her lips when she overheard the man next to her speak to himself. “I’m not going to judge, but there might be a slight possibility you’re going to wake up with an even bigger hangover. Want some hangover cure advice?”

Phoenix looked at the woman who spoke to him. He rose a brow and leaned forward. “Look honey. I don’t know who you are but I don’t get hungover.” He chuckled and he downed some more of his drink.

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Phoenix couldn’t stand the marketplace or anywhere the boss sent him. He’d always sneak off into the bar for a drink. He sighed as he downed the shot and sipped the bigger drink he had. ‘Oh thank the gods this is amazing.” He had felt his headache starting to go away. “Can always cure a hang over with more alcohol. Gods that’s great.”