status: closed for @danielle-maddox
location: la luna / 8 p.m.
Initially, Rett hadn’t planned on entering La Luna – he’d been out for a ride on his ‘97 high glide, solo, making the most out of the fact that his daughter had been sleeping over a friends house for the weekend. He missed the shit out of her though, of course, didn’t matter how much she pissed him off (trivial crap, as usual), it hurt him to be even a minute away from her. But he knew moments like this was rare, so he found himself out, taking in the warm, breezy spring night, and that was when he saw her through the glass windows – Danielle, sitting at the bar of La Luna. He wouldn’t have minded in any other case but he knew what alcohol meant to an ex-addict, yet another gateway and why she’d do that to herself, he didn’t know.
So there he was, entering the bar, six-foot-five-inch frame finding it’s way through the crowd of drunken idiots dancing to Bigbang’s To the Mountains as if this was a fucking night club. He leaned forward, elbows resting against the bar just a foot away from Danielle, the bartender making her way to him, “Guinness.” He smiled, then turned to Danielle, “So, you here alone?”
danielle found herself singing along to the song, her elbow resting against the bartop as she was turned to face the dancing crowd. the drink in her hand was half-empty, her second for the night. she knew she wasn’t supposed to be there but there was an itch in her system that needed to be satisfied — and booze was better than the alternative. there was a loose smile on her lips that soon turned into a frown when she saw the tall figure making its way towards her. “fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she spun around in her stool so her back was to the approaching rett. she prayed he hadn’t noticed her but she knew the chances of that were very slim.
she looked over at rett with a smile once he addressed her, if only to conceal the nervousness she felt inside. there was no stopping the chastising she was about to receive, so she could only smile, look pretty, and hope he’d go easy on her. “not anymore, now that you’re here.”
i. i like to get my fucking fade on || ii. i don’t want to wake up lonely || iii. you’re living in the strobe, when your private life is dreaming || iv. you sting like a bee, but you’re still my honey || v. i stay up late, walking the streets alone || vi. people come and people go || vii. when the lights come down, got an empty crown || viii. if i gotta take the high road, i’m rollin’ || ix. who though we will drown in our own paradise || x. i will be so strong, looking for a new version of myself
cherry or strawberry / coffee or tea / chocolate or vanilla / bitter or sweet / crunchy or chewy / pudding or yogurt / warm or cold drinks / bland or spicy / ice cream or frozen yogurt / fruits or vegetables / honey or jam / cheese or chocolate / fried rice or pasta
RELATIONSHIPS.
love letters or poems / kisses on the nose or kisses on the forehead / sex on the first date or wait / sending pick up lines or sending memes / slide into DMs or comment / flings or relationship / holding hands or interlinking arms / dinner and a movie or something adventurous
DREAM HOME.
wooden floors or tiled floors / white/painted walls or wallpapered walls / pond or pool / bathtub or shower / modern/minimalistic furniture or vintage/antique furniture / airconditioner or fan / curtains or roman blinds / flowers or succulents / plenty of pillows or few pillows
SUMMER.
forest green or ocean blue / chilly sunrises or warm sunsets / empty country roads or small town main streets / wheat fields or groves of apple trees / lemonade or iced tea / late night stargazing or early morning walks / camping with friends or staying in alone / sunny days or rainy afternoons
MISCELLANEOUS.
thunderstorms or fireworks / heroes or villains / gryffindor, ravenclaw, hufflepuff or slytherin / scary stories by the fire or reminiscing by the ocean / how i met your mother, the office or friends / dreamer or realist / smell of rain or smell of campfires / are you a morning person or a night person
danielle was born may 16th, 1988; the only child of kimberly and bryan brantley. the first fifteen years of her life were spent moving from state-to-state, from town-to-town, as her father was a house flipper. he would buy undervalued homes and renovate them, and within a few short months, the home would be sold for a greater price and the brantley's were off to their next location. her mother was fine with this lifestyle as it allowed her to pursue her own passion for gardening but danielle hated it.
constantly changing schools and homes, it never allowed her to maintain any friendships. sure, she was quite sociable and could easily make friends wherever they ended up but those friendships only ever lasted for how long they lived there. as soon as the brantley’s moved to the next town, danielle never heard from her previous friends again and so the cycle would start anew. of course, there was little she could do about that situation. her protests against moving seemed to fall on deaf ears and she felt like her choices and freedoms were taken away.
when she was fifteen, her father decided he was done flipping houses and the family settled down in charming, california. for the first time in her life, the cycle was broken and she didn’t have to worry about the next town and the next people. she could finally make lasting connections and truly start living; that was the only good thing about charming, in her eyes. she still hated moving there — if it was were up to her, they would have moved to los angeles but she didn’t really have a say in that matter.
her discontent with her parents started long before they moved to charming but she never acted on those feelings until then. it started out simple; skipping classes or sneaking out of the house, it was little things to defy her parents. but the older she got, the more she explored the limits of her defiance; whether it be the drugs she was exploring or the wolves she surrounded herself with, she got a taste of freedom and she was hooked.
tw addiction: her cocaine addiction started when she was in her mid-twenties, though she never would have called it that. for her, it was some recreational fun, something she only ever did at parties. but when you were partying every weekend, a little fun turned into a vice and a vice turned into an addiction. when she met roman, her addiction was still in its early stages and it was manageable. maybe that’s why she was able to hide it from him for three years. but as their marriage struggled to stay alive, danielle struggled to control her dependency. no longer taking cocaine for fun, she was taking it just to get through the day and with that, she got sloppy.
her husband found out and he tried to get her clean, ultimately failing when danielle didn’t put in the same effort. whether it was because of the drugs or her experiences from her childhood, she wouldn’t say, but she didn’t want to get clean. not if it was because someone was asking her to or trying to make decisions for her. eventually, roman walked away and she didn’t chase after him. while her marriage was crumbling, danielle spent increasingly more time with the wicked wolves, some of them being past friends, and when she and roman inevitably split, she was offered a position in the gang.
as of six months ago, she made to decision to get clean and while that has been mostly true, socializing with customers and clients, sometimes it gets a little hard to say ‘no’.
WANTED CONNECTIONS;
best friend: either the first friend she made in charming or someone she met during her party phase
past fling: self-explanatory
present fling: also self-explanatory
helping hand: offered her a place in the wicked wolves’ after roman left her, helped her get clean,
frenemies: part of the disciples, they became friends while she was married to roman but now they’re on opposite sides
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