doing as you say

Dawson Peterson What am I gonna get from it?

[fckinscarlett]

Thats me..how do you know that?

[dawsonwth]

Because I know who to avoid around here. Will you answer me or not?

[limarybonilla]

I know how many bullets i have in my gun. I know where each bullet is. It was more of a ‘don’t fuck with me’ kinda thing anyway. I knew they’d be too scared to play. 

[dawsonwth]

I probably know how many bullets you have too, don't worry. Well, certainly, I mean, nobody wants to play a shooting game with a killer.

[fckinscarlett]

It’d be easier to say what hasn’t happened between me and the Romanos..if you know what I mean.

[dawsonwth]

Yeah, I know what it means but that doesn't answer my question, Scarlett. That's your name, right?

[fckinscarlett]

Well no one asked you so.

[dawsonwth]

What happened between you and the Romanos?

[limarybonilla]

I asked them to play Russian Roulette. 

[dawsonwth]

Oh... That's interesting, but don't you think your chaces of dying are equal to theirs?

[limarybonilla]

That would be very appreciated. 

[dawsonwth]

Anyways, what did you do to those man you were talking about?

[limarybonilla]

People in this town need to realize that you shouldn’t judge a book by the cover. If I have to put another grown ass man in his place this week, it’s not gonna be pretty.

[dawsonwth]

I'll stay out of your way then, pretty.

[fckinscarlett]

Oh you know, slaying bitches. The usual.

[dawsonwth]

That's interesting, sounds like the kind of stuff your people do. But you don't really look like the kind of girl who slays other bitches.

[fckinscarlett]

Wow, dirty motel room with stained sheets, only God knows what slut has gotten fucked on that bed. Whatever, as long as I get my money then I’m happy..or that just might be the pain killers finally starting to kick in. Who knows.

[dawsonwth]

What were you even doing at a motel room, lady?

[mia-benedetti]

I can always cook another one for you, I don’t mind. Baking is one of my favorite hobbies after all. Oh— right, I’m Mia, and I bought my cooking book from my old house since I’m not from here.

They do, don’t them? It’s good to know that I’m not the only one who loves the smell of old books. Are you part of a gang? Because I already have friends that are part one.

[dawsonwth]

That'd be very kind, thank you. My favorite hobbie is... I guess I don't have one, probably aiming at random stuff. I am Dawson, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mia. Oh, where are you from? And why the hell would you come to Vegas?

Yes, a lot, the ones with coffeeshops even better. And no, fortunately I am not, I just provide them with the stuff they need to do their work. I am an arm dealer. I don't do the dirty work, get it?

[oreokye-blog]

Obviously because there’s something I want to forget.

[dawsonwth]

Well a good start of not having bad memories would be not being a bitch with strangers.

[parkernrecreation]

Kinda gross, if you ask me, but then again, I’m not too far out of my teens just yet, so, I shouldn’t be talking. May be doing us all a favor if they go ahead and do something other than whatever the fuck they want, though, right? You bet I do. Devon S — no need for last names, though, is there? At your service.

[dawsonwth]

The whole idea of Vegas is gross, considering people come here to have sex and that's it. I think you are... Eighteen! Am I right? I never get ages right. By whatever the fuck they want I meant like raping and stuff. I am Dawson, but I don't need whatever your service is, thank you. Oh wait... I've heard about you.

[mia-benedetti]

That’s sad, she seemed like a nice lady. Maybe I’ll bake her a cake and see if that makes her like me or something. I’m pretty sure that I bought my cooking book with me.

I work in a bookstore, but I’m going to start college soon. What about you? Do you have a job?

[dawsonwth]

Yes, bitches love cake! And save a piece for me, alright? By the way, I'm Dawson, and you are? You bought you cooking book from where?

Hm, bookstores smell good. College? That's cool huh. Oh, yeah, I have a job, but I don't think you'd like hear about my job.

[knoxno]

Would you like these rejects, Dawson? I could always put in a good word for you before I kick them to the curb.

[dawsonwth]

Nah, I'm good so I'll pass. You know these girls are probably just looking for a spot in your club, oops, your life.

Are you needing anything? And how's the club?

[juliansntgo]

I’ll take what I can get I guess. How’s the fire rate? And with how many magazines will you supply me with, how’s the caliber?

It is the best of the best. In my opinion. Don’t fret over details, they’re for my own personal use, but I’m a dancer, and also deal in other things.

[dawsonwth]

But who do you work with, I mean? I've never dealt with you before, so I need to know you're trustable, right? Are you with the Kings, Romano's, Remmy, I don't know, just tell me who are some of your people.

I have from 550 to 900 RPM, ma'am. It depends on how much you'll be paying, to be honest. How many do you want?

[oreokye-blog]

Any drugs floating around that’ll help erase memory?

[dawsonwth]

Why'd you want that?

[bradleythew]

bradley → dawson || aftermath

It was somewhat of a ritual that Bradley attend Diamonds on certain nights, and luckily tonight just happened to be one of them. Not having been there in a short while, Bradley was pleased to be surrounded by the familiar. He enjoyed the women that roamed clad in skimpy outfits, the eye candy easing him into comfort. He used them to soothe his wounds, and sent them off in the next morning only to be left alone. However, none of them could or ever would compare to Callie. The thought of her put him to ease, though he wouldn’t deny the ache in his chest either. It was Vegas that not only granted him everything he could want, but tore it apart as well. 

The only connection he had left with his former love was her brother; the one who avoided him at all costs. Bradley couldn’t get a hold of him no matter how hard he tried. Dawson seemed to not want anything to do with him anymore, even if they were somewhat of friends before the incident. 

Bradley took a seat in a chair he often held to be his, scanning the other faces that roamed around the area. Laughter from ecstatic males and surprised women filled his ears. God, he loved Vegas. He was a people watcher, an artist that was inspired by the life surrounding him. It was this little part of him, this silent and patient watchmen in him that led him to find the one person he had been dying to talk to. Dawson.

[dawsonwth]

As soon as Dawson woke, almost at noon, he got at least three desesperate messages from Hunter asking him to go to Diamonds to help him with "something" urgent. He hurried to the place only to find Hunter helping a drunk dude who had spent his whole day there. Dawson hated being bothered by silly stuff, and a drunk man on a bar was certainly something that wasn't worth his time.

Trying to make some benefit out of his trip to the club, the man went on a search for his former boss, Knox. Dawson heard he was needing some armaments for a deal he had made with a new gang around and, of course, he never misses a deal with someone trustable as him. While he looked around, many familiar faces were seen. For the time he worked there, he had made quite a few connections that had been helping him until today. If he wasn't wrong his sister's ex-boyfriend, and former friend, Bradley, was frequenting there. Since the girl's death, Dawson was trying his best not to face the boy, only attempting to avoid any situation that wasn't welcoming. He had no idea how he would react when he did. The boy was good for his sister and he had nothing against their relationship, he even liked him, but that only made things weirder after the incident. Rumours came to Dawson's ears that Bradley was looking for him, but that only made him more aware, he'd probably want to talk about Remmy and his sister and these we two oposites spots Dawson was really fragile at.

As he wandered through the full club, sensing the smell of nicotine and liquor, Dawson gave up on his search for Knox and decided to leave the place, that ambient wasn't very welcoming for him anyways. On his way to the exit, he bumped into a chair, making the person sitting there to unbalance. "I'm sorry" he mumbled at the boy. It was no one other than the person he was trying the most to avoid; Bradley.