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Rafael Cash Arquette - 32 pain in the ass distributor & collector for the mob

[casharquette]

“You know sitting there all alone just makes you look a killjoy.” Cash said, approaching the female with a smug smirk. Everyone seemed to be having fun around them, except for the woman, and what was he gonna do if not being an enabler of good fun. “Have a drink with me and I promise you the best night of your life.”

( @vienna-calhoun​ @valeriastjames​ @milaxmorgan​ )

[casharquette]

wychn‌:

Well, well, well… Yichen had just strolled out of a highly recommended restaurant. Highly recommended meaning pretentiously expensive as hell, not that he couldn’t afford it. A few steps out and he saw a rather familiar looking face. Not that he remembered the name much. Just that there was drinking, words exchanged, and a rather rough yet satisfying night. A blur, really, but it came to his recollection which, in and of itself was a miracle. “I thought a man like you didn’t stalk the streets until the sun was gone.” He piped up with an amused and somewhat condescending smirk upon his lips.

@casharquette​

Even though he gained enough money with Elias, the highly fancy life wasn’t his thing. At least not going to expensive restaurants, if he was gonna spend his salary, it’d be on kick ass parties and lots of comfort food. Him being in this location it was just a mere business coincidence, and he was already regretting it. The latino rolled his eyes, scoffing at the words. “And what can you possibly know about me besides my dick size? You stuck up snobs live in a farts bubble.”

[casharquette]

larisms‌:

“You would… Shoot me?” Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn. Abort, abort. As Cash took a few steps towards her, Lara kept holding her head up high but took a few steps back too, until the back of her legs hit the piano. What if I played for him? Would that put him in a better mood? … I doubt it. “Hey Cash, how do you feel about piano music?” Lara blurted out, without thinking of course. “Why… Why would you go for the face, though? Wouldn’t it be better to aim for the heart?” Having returned to the more relevant topic, the blonde innerly cursed herself for the lack of better, wittier reply. “Anyway, I’m sorry to bother you on your day off. … Is today your day off? I can never tell, but I am looking for Elias.”

“Not purposely —unless you did something that needed you to be put down, of course. But if you sneak like that in the middle of the dark? I’ll shoot to kill if there’s a threat.” He liked the blonde, so killing her wasn’t on his plans, but he needed to keep appearances. She was definitely nervous with his presence and that was rewarding in a sense. If he was on a cartoon, her next question would have displayed some question marks above his head. “What does it ─you know what? Nevermind. Sounds boring, unless you play naked for me. Is that how is gonna be?” A smirk played on his lips as he strolled towards her, trying to look seductive. “Well, I’d want to know first why they broke in before killing them, besides they’d suffer more ─but let’s not change the subject when it’s getting interesting, love. So, about the piano...” He trailed off, slowly caressing her face with a finger. “Nah, was about to leave before you got here, you just missed Elias for a few minutes. We’re all alone.”

[casharquette]

fckxnathaniel‌:

Majority of the time, it always seemed as though Nate was in a grumpy mood. He was waiting impatiently to the side for his coffee order to be made, only to then see someone else walking up to collect his coffee after it had been called out. “No, no—” he called out as he approached the person. “They clearly just called out an Americano with an extra shot. I’m positive that’s not yours.” he added, reaching for the cup. @cityofdreamsstarters​​

He didn’t like waiting, less alone coffee, but he needed a small kick to start and now this asshole was getting on his nerves about a stupid order. “Why you so sure it can’t be mine? You think you’re the special snowflake that orders that?” He challenged, something he actually liked doing, as he as well attempted to reach for the cup.

[casharquette]

ryujaesi‌:

     After an incredibly long and exhausting evening at the nightclub, the place was finally closing up. It’d been so busy that night, Jaesi could see just how tired the rest of the waitresses were so she’d offered to close up on her own so they could all get home faster. Certain that she was on her own now, she started singing softly to herself as she got through her last few tasks before she could leave herself when she suddenly heard the door open. “We’re closed!” She called out automatically, her head turning at the sound. “Come again when we’re actually open.” ( @cityofdreamsstarters​ )

He was already drunk, but there was always room for more alcohol, so he walked inside the first place opened he saw on his way. Strangely it was empty, bu that didn’t stop him. “If you’re closed, then why your door’s not locked, hm?” The man headed towards the bar and sat on a stool as if nothing was happening, then turned to look at the woman. “Doll, get me a few shots of vodka.”

[casharquette]

“Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath at the sight of Ollie, thinking he should just turn around and head the other way. It was already too late though, since the other had already seen him. Fuck. “You following me now, kid? You know that’s kinda creepy, right?” He’d just turn the situation to his favor. To everyone who asked, Cash would say the kid was annoying, but at the end of the day he didn’t dislike them, he just had a reputation to maintain. ( @sunshineandolliepops​ )

[casharquette]

📨 cash money

lucas: ben?? as in benjamin lebowitz?? he kinda looks like that guy from the movie where they drive cars in the desert

lucas: you know which movie i mean? 😩

lucas: anyway, he says he knows you and he told me you call yourself cash even though you’re a grown adult... 🥴

[ 5 minutes later after confirming with ben he actually gave him his number ]

cash: ben is a fucking tool for giving you my number

cash: and he doesn't look like tom hardy, wtf???

cash: if i find out you're a fucking pig or working for them, i'll skin you alive get it?

cash: how much you want?

[casharquette]

selfdestructivc‌:

     "now you’re just pushing all that inner sexual fantasy shit on me. you’re as attractive as a naked mole rat.” lies, cash is pretty good looking but bash would rather take several bullets then admit it. “so you’ve been thinking about between my legs? such a fucking perv.” though between his legs is now becoming a boiled sausage with a lap full of hot coffee. he jumps, hands already trying to shove some of the liquid away but quite a lot soaks into his pants.  but he refuses to make a noise, instead, sitting back down, taking a deep breath and closes his eyes. he chooses to screams in his head before dark hues meet the other’s. “your money? last i checked it’s elias’ you fucking dick.” his hands curl up into fists and he is pretty sure he has bitten into his cheek but the taste of iron is a welcome on. it’s something to fuc on other than his throbbing skin. “i’m doing a job at that rich wedding bullshit and i’ll have cash after that. and you owe me a damn coffee.”

“what a little bitch! i thought what we had was special, sebastian. how could you do this to me?” he brought his free hand under his eyes, making a gesture as if he was wiping away some tears. he smirked, satisfied at the result of his outburst rage, though he was also expecting some more whining from the other. “his money is my money too, dumbass. guess you never learned how the labor market works, huh?” yeah, technically the whole money didn’t belong to him, but he was the holder for a brief time. as the other spoke, his interest peaked so he leaned forward. even then, cash couldn’t help to let out a snort.  “oh yeah? you gonna steal from the royal family? i doubt you’re that skilled, but i’d love to see it ─specially when you get your ass kicked by their bodyguards.”

[casharquette]

“Surprise. big brother!” Cheshire grin plastering his lips while greeting Kingsley. Picking the lock, the latino had broken inside his brother’s place, and sat on the couch, drinking a soda while he waiting for the other to arrive. “Your apartment looks different, what d’you do with it?” Cash asked, taking another look around as he sipped from the can. ( @kingsleyarquette​ )

[casharquette]

Walking towards Elias’ office, he gave the door a quick knock before stepping inside. ”Jefecito, we got a little problem,” the younger male said, trying to scan the reaction on the other’s face. “That fucking Irish called and wants his product tomorrow. Told him we ain’t fucking magicians to re-schedule a whole delivery overnight but he won’t listen ─Can I kill him now or you gonna try to persuade him?” ( @kngofhell​ )

[casharquette]

📨 cash money

lucas: hey, looking to buy some ket if u have

lucas: ben gave me ur number. swear i'm not a narc 👮‍♂️🙅‍♂️🤐

lucas: happy to pay $150/g if u can deliver quickly, preferably within the next hour 💖💖

cash: 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

cash: wrong number, don't know who the fuck is ben

cash: i could call narcs on your ass, punk

[casharquette]

bohemewinter‌:

Boheme glanced up at the taller male and offered him an apologetic smile, her heart rate on the increase as, for a moment there, she honestly thought that his lad was about to kick off - though he seemed sweet and was even offering to drink with her. “Umm.. Okay.” She answered, placing the bottle of wine down onto a surface closest to her. “I’m Boheme. Do you have a name too?” Bo asked, stupidly enough. 

Oh, this seemed easier than what he expected. In general, girls like her would just turn him down in a heartbeat, but the fact she was upset would play on his favor. “That’s a pretty nice name. I do have a name, but you can call me Cash better.” He offered a charming smile, as he snatched a bottle of vodka he found on a counter. Taking a long sip, he then handed it to the blonde. “This will make you forget the asshole you’re pissed at faster. What did he do?”

[casharquette]

milaxmorgan‌:

“SIX is exhausting.” Mila groaned, sliding into the booth, drink in hand. “Honestly, would it be mad of me to say I’m glad that it’s only got a three month run? I’ve never been in a show so demanding in my entire career.”

@cityofdreamsstarters​

“Oh, oh! You were talking about your show,” he replied, hit by the realization she was talking about work and not about something else. “Thought you meant partners, and I was gonna say that was challenging but must be a lot of fun. If you’re gonna worn yourself out, at least do it with style.”

[casharquette]

vienna-calhoun‌:

She couldn’t help but give a small tilt of her head when he spoke, a smile forming as she sat down. “Sugar?” A small shock formed when he took her head, the redhead raised her brows, a little impressed. “Oh, I think you would regret any idea of a date with me, but thank you for covering. My work friends mean well, but they don’t really know me enough to chill out about the world of dating.” Vienna usually preferred to be on her own. Dating was way too much work. “So I lied about the coffee date, hoping they would stay quiet, but I didn’t know this was going to be where they were coming for their lunch.”

“You don’t like pet names? Must be the first girl I know who doesn’t.” He used pet names mostly as a mocking manner either ways, he rarely actually used them as a sign of affection. “Why not? Are you one of those crazy toxic kinda chicks?” He asked curiously, raising a brow at her. “They’re not really that good as friends if they keep pushing you to date, but whatever. Dates are overrated anyways, why bothering in trying to make a connection if at the end of the day you just wanna fuck.” He could be very blunt and didn’t care who was in front of him when he said those things.

[jcylenz]

#how dare he #he could step on me and i would thank him

[casharquette]

bohemewinter‌:

“Oh my god.. This is a disaster.” Boheme mumbled into the bottle of wine she’d managed to swipe from one of the tables. She’d already vowed in her mind never to accept a blind date again. The male her friend had set her up with, was a no show, leaving Bo alone at a party hosted by someone she rarely knew. “Fuck, why did I even think this was a good idea?” Turning on her heels to leave, Boheme knocked into someone as she spun, immediately cursing in her thoughts. Was it Friday 13th? “I’m so sorry..” She apologised. “But to sum this up, this is exactly how my night has been..”

@cityofdreamsstarters​

He had only gone to the party to see a friend of his for an exchange, but in the meantime, he was having enjoying the free booze and the music until someone bumped into him. “Shit,” he cursed, ready to snap at the person, though suddenly relaxing when he saw it was a pretty lady. He could take advantage of this collision. “Nothing a little bit of alcohol can’t solve, right? Something strong preferably, want me to get you one?”

[casharquette]

selfdestructivc‌:

     “i’d get to the fucking point, cashy.” bash knows he’s pushing buttons, he knows this could land him a shit ton of pain. but fuck it, if he gets hurt he gets hurt. “get off my face, huh? who said you could perch there before buying me dinner?”  seeing the other take a sip of his coffee causes an eye roll. “My face, my crotch, my head, you seem pretty obsessed with me.”

“you wish i were, i know you’re dying to have all this,” he made a gesture with both hands signaling himself from head to toes. “but you ain’t my type, and i’m sure there’s nothing special between your legs, so..” he could have shown a little more patience, give him another chance to redeem himself, but no. that wasn’t one of his virtues, and so he was emptying the content of the cup on the other’s pants. “strike one. do you want me to keep going or you’re ready to give me my money back?”