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dante levi walker, esq. 'put respect on my name.' XXXVII. Partner Attorney and Owner of Walker and Dallas, partners at law

[a-fis]

@providencepeakstarters​

location: the jagged yard

event: coyote ugly night

Isabel was a little out of her depth. The crowd grew wilder with each passing hour, forcing the woman to down shots in order to keep up. A few drinks had already spilled at her feet as people swayed or stumbled into her. With so many moving bodies, the heat had began to get to her and the slight breeze she received from the open door called to her. Stepping out with her drink in hand, she tapped her pockets for the joint she’d bought. It had been her plan b in fear that this party would be boring. Shockingly enough, while this night was many things, boring was not one of them. “Mind if I sit?” she asked the person who was already outside, pulling out her joint. “Want some? I don’t mind sharing.” 

[dantewalker]

Dante had to get some fresh air, if not he would be too deep in the night to come out. Sure, the owner and partner of Providence’s most pristine law firm probably shouldn’t have been out in a drunk stupor. Dante didn’t care. His reputation spoke for himself; bit of a playboy but hella good at his job; and he didn’t want it any other way. 

Taking in a deep breath, he watched as the fog spilled from his lips as he breathed out. Though he didn’t smoke, he sat where others did and flipped through his phone to decompress. When he heard a sweet voice directed at him, the man looked up. “No, no. There’s always a free space next to me,” he flirted with a wink. Seeing her pulling out the drug, Dante shook his head as he held up a hand. “No thank you, but go on with yo’ bad self.”

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[ruinedchildhood]

[dantewalker]

@dallasvera

[cluts]

You're so self centred

who else am i supposed to be centred on

[dantewalker]

[dantewalker]

laniekeane​:

x

Thankful that even though he’d seemed displeased he was walking her towards the car. As much as Lanie liked to act like she was strong enough to look after herself, she’d never been this far away from her home. Her partner was yet to arrive, he was her best friend and work colleauge all wrapped up into one; she never had to deal with anything like this if he was around, and she was waiting day by day for him to get here — she just hoped it would be sooner than later. He always saw the things she didn’t and vice versa, they were perfect when it came to work. They were the A Team. 

There was a coolness between Dante and Lanie, which would be felt even if they were working across an iceburg in the antartic, it was a shivering kinda’ cold that kept running up and down her spine, penetrating into her soul. She still didn’t fit in here, everything worked differently; the people worked differently and had their own agenda’s. It was nothing like home, nothing like her new office but then again she hadn’t been the new girl for so long. 

‘‘If you get attacked by the boogieman, I’ll probably throw you at them and run in the opposite direction — self preservation, my friend.’‘ Lanie was only joking, she laughed lightly before her facial features returned to their usual stoic position, she was known as the cold hearted bitch. But she titled her head, looking over to him as she shrugged her slender shoulders in his direction. ‘‘In all honesty, if there was a boogie man and this was a horror movie I don’t think either of us would have a chance at getting aware, these heels were not made for runnin.’‘

Lanie tried to be as friendly as she could, in hopes that maybe somewhere down the line she’d make some friends here. But as each day passed by it was looking more and more doubtful. Everyone around here had known each other their entires lives, it was like they didn’t want outsides worming their way into the town. Like they wanted it to stay frozen in time. 

She was just praying someone would throw her a life line at some point.

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Dante chuckled along at her words; wise. He had learned from an early age that life was all about oneself; ‘its a dog eat dog world, dante, every man for himself’ were the words his father would repeat whenever the young boy would get into trouble - which was often. 

He chuckled at her comment, knowing damn well she was right. In horror movies it was always the people of color who would get killed first, then it was the women who weren’t blonde and blue-eyed. Even at a young age Dante had noticed that l minor major detail and opted to no longer watch horror movies. 

“We could always rewrite the bullshit horror movies depicted,” Dante suggested. “This time the black man and dark haired woman will defeat the monster and rise up. It’s a movie I’d go see.” As they continued walking, the man kept his eyes on their surroundings. “Where did you park, anyway?”

[dantewalker]

atlaswilliams​:

There weren’t many people in Providence Peak that seemed to enjoy Atlas’ presence like Dante did. So what if he wouldn’t budge on letting him try out the bike? It was a work in progress. It was days like these that he felt a little less alone too. It was odd getting companionship outside of sex, but Dante understood him more than any woman he’d ever been under or atop. “C’mon, man. That’s bullshit and you know it. I’d never let anything happen to such a beautiful piece of work,” he hummed, compliments nothing but endless for the man’s bike.

“What I just heard was, definitely next time,” he pointed out, accepting the fresh beer with a big smile. Dante never failed to impress with the booze, that was for sure. “Hey, thanks for letting me come hangout. Figured I could use a break from the jagged yard and it could probably use a break from me.” That, and the idea of spending even more money on booze for the week just seemed a bit over the top. “What’s new for the big shot attorney man?”

Dante said nothing at Atlas’s comment but simply flashed him a sarcastic smile. When it came to his bike, no one rode it - no matter who it was. Even his uncle, Jordan Walker, Chief of Police, would be shut down whenever he pleaded for his nephew to give him a chance. 

“No problem, man. You’re welcome over any time. I hold poker nights every month with the boys from the office if you’d want to join,” he invited, taking a seat on his patio. “Though I’m sure all the ladies would miss you though - like they’re probably missing you now,” he joked. Offer Atlas a shrug, Dante looked out to his closed pool, wishing it was summer time so he was able to have had a small pool gathering/party. However, his attention was pulled beside him as he realized he had a propane gas outdoor fireplace he would lit. “Oh ya know, same ol’ same. Choosing which cases to take, taking people’s money, winning the cases, keeping my reputation.” The man shrugged. “The usual.”

[dantewalker]

sage-adler​:

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To avoid losing it in the middle of a car dealership in a town where the majority of the residents definitely knew who she was, Sage turned her head toward the large windows at the front of the dealership and blinked rapidly, clearing her eyes of any lingering liquid before turning back to her friend. His offer was sweet, so sweet she almost took him up on it multiple times. How could she not consider the alternative of saving the car that did hold as many memories as it did stale french fries, that was still littered with stains from uncapped markers falling from backpacks and paint from not quite dried art projects. At the time, Sage had tried her hardest to clean them up with the best stain remover she could find, not wanting to leave what was then a new-ish car dirty when they still had so many more miles as a family to put on it… but for the last four years she was grateful for the marks still left from her daughter’s presence. “I know, D,” She took a breath, chewing on her bottom lip as anxiety over which decision to make hit her. “I think it might be time though. With the mechanical problems and the miles… and it’s almost ten years old. I mean, look at these cars? The technology? It’s crazy.”

He held his hands up in defeat, vowing to not mention his offer again. “Let’s take a look outside, maybe we’ll have more luck out there,” he suggested, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. They headed outside; a cool breeze welcomed them. “What kind are you looking for? An SUV or a compact car?” he questioned, his eyes looking around to the rows of cars. While there wasn’t a solid reason for Sage to have an SUV besides giving more room for her dog, Dante figured he’d suggest it for the winter snows. While living in New York, Dante hadn’t owned a car since he traveled via subway and Uber rides. He hadn’t driven himself to get into accidents, Dante had witnessed many throughout his time there. Of course he had to purchase one when he got to town and a beautiful black Ford Fusion was his choice. 

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[dallasvera-deactivated20210902]

location: silver sun flowers, mid-afternoon status: open connection: up to player/assume connection @providencepeakstarters​

With a bunch of white lilies tucked into the crook of the arm, and the other checking her emails, Vera was slowly making her way back to the car when a familiar head of hair caught her attention. It had been some time since she’d seen the outside, having been holed up in her office for the better part of a few days rushing to get through her latest case, and she was now somewhat reluctant to bid farewell to the Vitamin-D hit. Deciding that instead of a polite smile and a wave and that she would meander over casually, the hand that held the phone dropped and all thoughts of emails were pushed to the furthest recesses of her mind. A small smile graced her lips, and she made her way slowly towards the other.

“You know, there’s something sweet about running into each other outside a flower shop. Don’t tell me this is our meet-cute.” Vera teased, dropping her phone into a pocket and hitching the flowers further into the crook of the arm. 

[dantewalker]

It wasn’t uncommon for Dante to surprise his employees with something special as he was a firm believer of treating employees like family so that they’re happy with their work environment - meaning they’ll work better. Dante had made it to the floral shop during his lunch break to surprise his female employees with a bouquet of flowers. After making his order, Dante stepped out from the shop, thankful for the fresh air as his nose was beginning to itch from all the different scents. His phone buzzed. A text from his secretary alerting him his client had come for their appointment early. Letting out a sigh, the man looked over to the familiar voice, seeing Vera approaching him. “If it is, it would be pretty late in our relationship huh?” he joked, mentioning their business relationship.

*.*.*.*.*

[sage-adler]

location: Choice Motors, Summit Lake status: Closed for @dantewalker​

“Thank you for coming with me, by the way,” Sage spoke earnestly, her gaze trailing along the multiple cars inside of the dealership’s showroom, unable to settle on one to look at in depth as the amount of decisions to make overwhelmed her. Still, she attempted to joke her way through the situation and jabbed Dante with her elbow in chest, a soft chuckle following. “Even if you are still as bothersome as you were thirty years ago.” The tease was light and she knew that the man beside her knew that she wouldn’t have him be anything but. Her feelings for their friendship showed in her asking him to come with her that day. Over the past week Sage’s car slowly saw it’s way out of the working automobile life, deciding to decorate it’s dashboard a month early with several lights that the mechanic later told her would be more to fix than it would be to put a down payment on a new car. The car was old, beyond old, and even though she could see it’s replacement coming from a mile away, the grains of sand still lodged in the carpet from family trips to the beach years ago, a tiny voice from the backseat wavering to a new song on the radio, a laugh coming from beside her as a warm hand wrapped around hers still lingered perfectly in her memory and strengthened the attachment to an old car where she otherwise would have had none. A sigh fell from her lips as she stopped in front of a new model showcased brightly in front of them. “Maybe we should check the lot again?”

[dantewalker]

“Of course, I’m always willing to drop everything to answer your bat call,” Dante joked, his eyes scanning the floor. While they had visited the dealership in hopes to get Sage a car, there were many showcased vehicles Dante mentally noted to come back and take a look at. No, he wasn’t in the market for a new car; Dante was happy with his black Ford Fusion ... however, he wouldn’t mind having a nice sports car to flaunt around. And as his own mind was racing with idea, he could see in his friend’s face the hesitation. “You know, my offer to fix your current car is still on the table, Sage. I know how much that car means to you and how many memories it holds.”

xx

[vivienvalentino]

me talking to myself 

[dantewalker]

@sage-adler

[ghostfilles]

i’m ryan.

[dantewalker]

@dallasvera

[dantewalker]

DANTE WALKER: CHARACTER PLAYLIST

My verses still be servin’, tight like a million virgins Last time on a Khaled remix, now I’m on the original version Can’t never count me out, y’all better count me in Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count me in

1. KNOW - nf, 2. HYPNOTIZE - the notorious b.i.g., 3. ROCKSTAR - post malone feat. 21 savage, 4. NONE OF MY BUSINESS - andy mineo, 5. HOMICIDE - logic feat. eminem, 6. BACKIN’ IT UP - pardison fontaine feat. cardi b, 7. SICKO MODE - travis scott, 8. LAST SUPPER - d smoke 9. ME, MYSELF & I - g-eazy feat. bebe rexha, 10. WHAT’S UP DANGER - blackway & black caviar

[dantewalker]

location: dante’s house starter for: @atlaswilliams​

He had gone inside for a moment, needing to hit up the restroom before he was going to explode. While Dante knew breaking the seal was a bad idea, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Once he was done, Dante jogged to the kitchen where he grabbed two more beers from the fridge before walking out his back door and into his yard. Glancing at Atlas through his sunglasses, the man snorted. “Dude, for the last time, I am not letting you ride my bike,” he said, motioning for Atlas to join him again at his patio table. 

“Especially not since we’ve been drinking.” While the rest of the week had been chilly, this day was surprisingly nice with the sun’s heat beating down, no clouds in the sky - the perfect conditions for Dante to take his bike out for a ride however, he had put the bike out of commission with the change in season. “Maybe another time.”

[dantewalker]

oakleygrey​:

All Oakley seemed to care about was seeing her girlfriend, or label-less woman she was seeing? What did they even call themselves? Anything outside of that seemed like something she wasn’t all too interested in. Which, by the way, had totally screwed her over. Upon the tad bit of information that was thrown her way, Oakley glanced down, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. So much for not caring, right?

The blonde reached down and peeled the piece of white paper from the bottle of her heel. How many other people had passed her and not said a thing? She was annoyed, really, but thankful he’d stepped up. “I feel like I should also apologize. I,” she hummed, cutting herself off. There was no excuse for rudeness.

“I appreciate the honesty. If buying you a drink will sweep it under the rug, then what’s your drink of choice?”

“No need,” Dante assured her immediately. “I’ve spent a lot of time here after long hours in the office and I find it obnoxious how many times a woman walks into this place, clearly not up for conversations with strangers, let alone a man who simply want to get in their pants, and the men are too stupid to notice the signs.” In his line of work, Dante had to train himself to read people. In college he had taken a few extra classes - ones which helped them to read others and how to interview/interrogate properly, allowing him to be a step ahead.

“I’ll settle for a rum and coke.” Offering a smile, he couldn’t help but allow it to be a bit cocky as while all the other men had horribly failed, Dante always had a different approach to have women talk to him; he was a lawyer after all. “I’m Dante, by the way. Dante Walker.”

[dantewalker]

&&.a z r a​:

Azra wanted to roll her eyes when she noted a male walk up to her from the side. She was moments away from asking him to politely fuck off when she noticed that his intent was not to hit on her. Thank fuck. “I have one more rep. Shouldn’t take too long.” The brunette said after she let one earphone dangle from her neck. The momentarily distracted had made her unfocused, knowing immediately that she’d lost her form. “Shit,” she groaned as she attempted to readjust herself mid-lift. 

xx

Giving the woman a nod, Dante leaned against the machine, pulling up his e-mails. Quickly he made a mental note to open a few important ones when he was done and call his secretary. For a brief moment he looked up to the woman and noticed she was off. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to mess up your rhythm,” he apologized with a sigh. “I know I hate it when people do that for me. I can make it up to you with a protein smoothie from the front if you’d like.” This was Dante’s way of apologizing - using money to make it up. “Or I can just leave in general, I was almost done anyway.”

xx

[maziekeen]

[dantewalker]

@atlaswilliams

[dantewalker]

&&.e m i l y​:

Like everyone else at the gym, Emily liked to go get her workout in during her lunch break. She had always been athletic, and staying in shape was something that was important to her. She liked the escape that working out provided, and of course, she liked to challenge herself too. As she was just finishing up on the lat pulldown machine, someone came over to her and she took an AirPod out of her ear. “I have one more set, then I’ll be done. I’ll only be about another minute or so.” 

xx

“Cool, cool,” Dante mumbled as he looked down to his Apple Watch, checking the time. As his eyes trailed down, something caught his attention; the weight on the machine. A brow rose as he saw how much was own there and he was impressed. “Damn girl, you got some muscles on you, huh?” he complimented, nodding toward the machine. “How long you been working out for?” Sure, many hated to have conversations when they were working out, but Dante was too much of a people person to care.

xx