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✉ → Myrick Maxwell

Myrick: Oh joy. Who is the unfortunate soul? I would like to express my sympathies in person to him/her/them.

Myrick: Do you honestly believe a 'sorry, bro' could fix my shattered heart?? How am I to ever love again? You are truly a cruel soul.

Myrick: this is attempted murder and I shall report you to good ol' Roland. Poor thing has already gotten enough shit to deal with. I do believe the matter of 'moles' is now religiously being investigated.

Beau: Bro, Juniper?

Beau: Roland can kiss my ass bro. You're lucky you even got a sorry.

#( text ;; beau x myrick )#( text ;; beau )

@agent-primrose

“This flamiche is...what is the word?” Dominique started, her words mumbled against fingers pressed to her lips in practice of half decent manners. “Dope? Every day I am more and more happy to remember that you are practically French yourself, mon très cher ami. It makes it easier to be so far from home.”

#( chat ;; dom )#( chat ;; dom x juniper )

agent-primrose‌:

She smiled at him softly when he wasn’t looking, careful to cast her eyes downward before he looked back at her. As surprised no one who knew her well, Juni tended to fall hard and fast, though normally after a month or so she’d lost interest. She’d been called a serial monogamist, and she hated how well that applied to her dating life. Unfortunately she’d found that she loved the feeling of falling and love, but staying in love despite the monotony tended to elude her. Beau was the first real exception to that- and so while she was playing as casual as she was able to, she’d pretty well admitted to herself how smitten she was.

“Yeah, that’s a pretty decent silver lining.” Juni sighed her agreement, slightly breathless from the cold. She spared a moment to think wistfully of the beaches back home as she huddled deeper into her scarf, feeling very much like a penguin. She envied the New York natives who managed to look like they weren’t bothered by the cold. This mole business was worrying her- the way she imagined it was worrying everybody. But as she didn’t really know what to do to help besides what she was already doing, she’d resolved to put it out of her mind. “Though I know they’ll be keeping us pretty busy, so I don’t know how much free time we’ll have when all’s said and done.”

The despondent tone in which Juniper complained about the lack of time they were able to spend together was one he matched when he spoke again, even though he was positive he didn’t feel entirely the same way about the lack of her in his life. When he was in the City and at HQ, he was the perfect boyfriend. Doting, charming, and all about Juniper Bernthal. When he was free, however, roaming the streets of D.C. or abroad on one of his missions (either from the Circle or the FBI), he was a different person entirely. Being in a relationship with Juniper was great for his image, but he knew what they had wasn’t real. Not for him, at least. Which was why he’d already resigned himself to keeping his bubbly college sweetheart in his life, albeit more as a cover than an actual partner.

"We’ll make time for each other, babe. Like we always do, hm?” He shot back, lifting a brow in question as he did so. His words carried the weight of someone burdened by the long distance relationship he was in, and he was content in the fact that he felt it didn’t take much to please Juni either way. Minimal effort required. Offering her a quick grin, his attention darted to the street when a sleek, black town car slipped into an open spot on the curb. Dropping his hand to the small of her back, Beau guided her towards the vehicle. “Since we’ll have company on the way back home,” he started, offering a nod to the driver that quickly jumped out of the driver’s seat to open their door. Beau drove, but he saw little reason to in New York City. So his Impala lived in D.C. for the most part. “Tell me what I missed while I was gone.”

#( chat ;; beau x juniper )#( chat ;; beau )

✉ → Myrick Maxwell

Myrick: Ah, lovely Bratton. Oops. Braxton*. Was that a passive nudge at me? Hmmmm? :) do you believe I get nothing done?

Myrick: Perhaps if you could give me 10 minutes of your precious time you could see me in action, in person ;)

Myrick: Also, you sound experienced. So? who was it? Agent Frost? been there done that, by the way.

Beau: Fortunately.........I am taken.

Beau: Sorry, bro.

#( text ;; beau x myrick )#that's okay beau is also a piece of shit lmao

✉ → Myrick Maxwell

Myrick: The best way to cancel out sexual tension is by telling dad jokes. Tried and tested, my friend.

Myrick: ...Well this is awkward, never thought the 'wrong number' situation would happen to me. My Sincerest Apologies

Beau: Pretty sure the best way to get rid of sexual tension is to fuck it out, buddy. If you want to get anything done, at least.

#( text ;; beau )#( text ;; beau x myrick )

agent-primrose‌:

“I’d love to eat at home.” Juni confirmed in a somewhat coy tone, allowing herself to be steered towards the door all too happily, sparing little more than a glance and a smile at her coworkers before her attention was firmly attached to Beau, happy with the close proximity and contact between them but eager to return to her apartment. As lovely as a lunch in Central Park sounded (and boo to Beau’s cynicism) eating the food naked in bed after sounded so much better.

“The agent I’m working with is in for the night, so I’m good for awhile. What about you? How was your trip? Are you going to be in town for awhile?” She asked, blinking as they emerged into the bright winter sunshine and shivering slightly at the brisk breeze. It was a beautiful day, despite the chill, but even a blizzard would have looked lovely to Juni with Beau newly returned to town.

By the time they were outside, stepping into the Manhattan winter with little protection, Beau was reminded of how much he hated New York City. He’d been a West Coast kind of person all his life and even the overpopulated streets of San Francisco paled in comparison to the grimy, dirty walks of the city. No matter what borough you were in. Even his penthouse duplex in the Upper East Side was hardly a solace escape from the filthy clutter of the city -- despite the three thousand dollar mortgage he paid every month. “My trip was fine,” He started, stopping her on the sidewalk so he could retrieve his cellphone from his coat pocket, sending a quick text to his driver, who he knew would be a block or two away.

“D.C. was boring, as always.” He commented idly. In truth, he loved living in Washington when he wasn’t in New York. He treasured the freedom that came with being away from Circle HQ -- and the people that might have a problem with him picking up post-grads at bars after work at the FBI. “For a while, yeah. I’m taking a personal leave from being a Fed. Mercier says all hands on deck with all this mole bullshit. I don’t know. But whatever it is, if it’s keeping me home with you, it’s a little worth it.”

#( chat ;; beau x juniper )#( chat ;; beau )

samanthawarren‌:

“Not really my cup of tea darling but thanks for the offer.” she shrugged tapping her heels on the floor. cause for celebration would be for something more worthy to celebrate. it seemed almost too easy - like the other shoe hadn’t dropped. “Actually i’ve had enough company, busy party, handsy acquaintances - trust me, bubble bath and take out is the way to go - light a few candles, put on some netflix…”

A night in sounded absolutely lovely the more and more the intelligence agent went on about her plans, but if Dominique knew her life, she knew that she’d end up out and about in some way by the end of the night. Whether she went out with one of her coworkers or caught dinner with a stranger she met on the subway, her evenings were always filled with some sort of adventure if not by work. “You’d sold me, darling,” She cooed. “I suppose I may allow you to skip the festivities this time around.”

#( chat ;; dom )#( chat ;; dom x samantha )

#( muse ;; stardust )

javierdelomo‌:

“i wasn’t aware everyone was drinking because of the occasion,” javier commented back. the mission they’d all just been on had been a close scrape, but the genesis member in front of him was right–there was some reason to celebrate. they’d retrieved the leaked intel and taken out the kuznetsov family, after all. “what’s a guy gotta do to get a glass, then?”

“simply ask, my darling,” dominique cooed back in response, handing him a glass before he could request a beverage again. javier was someone she crossed paths with on occasion, and every time they interacted, dom typically enjoyed herself. “there is no better occasion to drink than after a victory with close friends, am i not correct?” she said, the jumbled mess of words half on account of english being a second language, and partly because of the bitter brown liquid in her own glass.

#( chat ;; dom )#( chat ;; dom x javier )

panacca‌:

“oh, gosh, uh,” alise smiles, clears her throat, “i did like - really badly in french my whole life, so i don’t - uh. sorry,” she laughs a bit and takes a sip of her own glass in an effort to not embarrass herself ( more ). unlike dominique, she manages to get it down without worry or pause, though whiskey is far from her favorite. “i guess. parties just - aren’t my thing, y’know? and the mission was a party. or at least it was a - ball? gala? gala. but letting loose is probably something everyone around here should do more often.”

“ah, yes, but that is different,” dom began in explanation, her eyes wide as she continued on, the excitement evident in her tone. dom was known around hq for being something of an overenthusiastic optimist, and it showed in every interaction she let herself be involved in. “a party for work does not really count as a party at all, i think. parties should be about enjoying oneself, not saving the world. so we enjoy ourselves afterwards. now, oui? or--yes, i am sorry, alise?” the name sounded something like a question, as dominique met far too many people on a daily basis to be good with names. no matter how hard she tried. “pardon my french. it is hard to come out of. especially right after i visit home.”

#( chat ;; dom )#( chat ;; dom x alise )

agent-primrose‌:

“Beau!” Juniper gasped with surprise, shooting off a quick bye for now to her agent (holed up a safehouse and secure, albeit temporarily) before she all but bounced out of her seat and made her way towards Beau, standing on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck and giving him a disappointingly quick kiss hello out of courtesy to the other agents in the room. Even though as a law enforcement liaison, what Beau did wasn’t technically one of the more dangerous jobs within the circle, but she still missed him when he was gone, and worried over him.

“Aren’t you the sweetest?” She asked with a grin, wishing more than anything that she could blow off the rest of the work day and spend the afternoon with him. It seemed they got to spend so little time together. “I’m all yours for the next hour and a half, handsome.”

Beau was taken off guard but certainly not surprised by the sudden show of PDA when the young woman bounded over to him, his arms (still slightly weighed down by bags from the German cafe on second avenue) wrapping around her as he lifted her off the ground just a couple of inches. Her familiar scent wafted up into his nose and he felt the distinct tickle of her springy brown curls against his five o’clock shadow. There was always a pleasant feeling that came with being reunited with Juniper. Her energy was somewhat intoxicating--even though he was glad being forced to be in Washington half the time at FBI HQ gave him an opportunity to take some time away from her.

“Brilliant,” He started, after receiving her quick peck. It wasn’t hard to see that their fellow agents looked at him like he was a wolf trying repeatedly to eat a lamb, but Beau couldn’t bring himself to care about what everyone thought either. As long as Juniper stayed in the dark. “If you’re sure I can steal you away fro that long,” He teased, transferring both bags of German food to one arm so that he could wrap the other around her waist and pivot her towards the door. “I’d love to eat at home. Or maybe in Central Park. Even though I think that place is a glorified bird toilet.”

#( chat ;; beau )#( chat ;; beau x juniper )

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agentthetis‌:

Making her way to the bullpen, Sienna smirked to herself, pleased at the turnout of the night: not only had they protected the Circle but most importantly she had a new necklace worth more than her apartment currently in her purse. A good night indeed. Joining the group, she smiled at Dominique before accepting a glass from one of the younger field agents. “Had to go return some equipment before I could join in the fun,” Sienna lied, clinking their glasses, “Congrats to us for not blowing anything up tonight!” Sipping her drink, she looked around, eyes scanning for something, “Is there any food at this little shindig? Because I am starving, those canapes did nothing for me.”

Dominique let her smile widen a tad as she saw the familiar agent approach, her delight evident when Sienna accepted the glass from her as well. It was always nice when one could manage to corral some of the other agents long enough to entertain them. Office life was such a bore, Dom figured, why did they have to treat it like such, though? “Fun indeed,” She drawled, her thick, French accent peeking into her words. “No food here, but I suppose we could take this party on the road, non? We are in the city that does not sleep, after all.”

#( chat ;; dom x sienna )#( chat ;; dom )

samanthawarren‌:

“I’ve got plans for take-out, a bubble bath and a nice expensive glass of red wine when I get home, wouldn’t want to ruin my palate.” she explained. besides, celebrating always came with a tinge of sadness reminding her of her mission that had twisted into her early retirement from being a field agent and a deceased fiance.

“Ah, Samantha, you might like to celebrate with the rest of us sometime,” Dominique insisted pleasantly, her eyes wide and a little pleading as she continued, making an attempt to convince her coworker to join in on the fun. Although, she noted mentally, a bath and some wine sounded rather nice. “Your plans sound spectacular, but surely you’d like company after such a tiring mission as well?”

#( chat ;; dom )#( chat ;; dom x samantha )

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panacca‌:

the clapping is cute. like - really cute. ok! ok. fine. “oh - that makes sense. at least it’s a fun word to say, bumblesort. like, uh, something from alice in wonderland. like jabberwocky.” is she rambling? alise clears her throat and wishes she had spent more time paying attention in her high school french classes. “i mean - i was gonna like, willingly not, so i wouldn’t call it leaving someone out. but - still. thanks. you, uh. you guys do this often? parties after missions, i mean.”

dominique nods vigorously in response, both to the comparison of her and alice in wonderland and as an answer to the question alise prompted from her. “oh, oui, mon tendre,” dom starts, pausing only to sip from the glass of whiskey she’d secured for herself, the dull burn down her throat forcing her to sputter softly for a moment before she continued. “every successful mission is deserving of celebration, do you not think?” she inquired. “a party is a good way to...uhm, let loose, also?

#( chat ;; dom )#( chat ;; dom x alise )

@agent-primrose

A stamped passport, a taxi back into Manhattan, and a stop at Veselka stood between Beau and seeing his doting girlfriend for the first time in a week since he’d been on mission with the FBI in Amsterdam. Making his way into HQ almost felt unnatural--it always did after being busy with the FBI for some time--but he supposed that was a con of his employment with the U.S. Government, as well as The Circle. Still, he navigated the uber tinted, sleek black skyscraper like a pro, finding himself in the intelligence hub in mere moments.

“I brought pierogis and chicken schnitzel,” he started aloud, spotting a familiar rear profile among the handful of agents in the bullpen-esque setup. “Break for lunch? Or are you in someone’s ear?”

#( chat ;; beau )#( chat ;; beau x juniper )

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