golden boy

thirty two - paralegal - clark county district attorney's office

[kercsene]

Location: Casino bar Availability: @declan-garcia

Penelope felt like she was seeing less and less people, being completely consumed by her, maybe silly, quest of trying to save Matthew from himself. Although all her relationships were based on lies, she did truly enjoy some of her friends’ company. Declan being one of them. When she saw him the first time, Penelope was sure he would be a face she barely remembered in a few years, a classic one night stand. But for some reasons they peeled the layers of who they were and found a likeness in each other’s. Meeting Declan for drinks was long overdue and the woman was looking up to it. Looking at her watch, she crossed the casino quickly, knowing full well she was fifteen minutes late. “I’m thw worst, but then again, in this heat, it’s possible to do anything quickly,” she said as she neared him.

[declan-garcia]

It was not lost on Declan that he was seeing his childhood wishes happening, sitting at a casino bar, waiting for a beautiful woman to join him. However, the relationship was not what young Declan would have imagined. There was just something about Penelope that made him not want to push her away. Maybe it was the fact she was easy for him to talk to, and was not involved in his line of work that allowed him to enjoy her company. An unlikely friend, though a very welcome one. “That’s the thing about Vegas,” he started in reply, a grin stretching onto his face. “We always have a valid excuse.” Pulling her into a quick hug as a greeting, he gestured for her to sit down next to him. “Do you know how many people I’ve had to fend off to keep this seat open? Tourists sure get crabby when they gamble.”

[opheliastjames]

Whoever said social interactions weren’t a cage were clearly never stuck in a place like Ophelia was. Seeing Declan again for the first time brought back memories; but sweetness laced with pain wasn’t her favourite pill to swallow, and feigning ignorance was something the blonde haired woman had gotten good at. But as she sat the casino’s bar, waiting for Dante to be done with his discussions, she couldn’t just ignore his presence. It was heat, and her heart wanting to gravitate towards safe havens. You lost that the day they killed your father. Maybe Declan didn’t even remember her anymore. “So…what do you think is going to keep me happily inebriated, but still sober enough to deal with the paperwork I left home, huh?” @declan-garcia

[declan-garcia]

Declan should have known better than to think drinking at a casino bar would lend to drinking alone. People were always chatty when they were gambling, and he was just going to have to deal with that until his friend showed up. There was something about the blonde that was so familiar to him, but there was nowhere in his mind that could place her. As his mind continued to search, he decided to blame it on the drink he had already had, making him think that he might know her. “It’s basically another roulette, either the drinks are watered down or stronger than normal, depending on the casino. You looking to take the edge off or have something to enjoy?”

[michaeltrevinosource]

[declan-garcia]

starter for @beatrizflcres

Even though Vegas never stopped partying, Declan was one to keep his to the weekend. Feeling like he was starting to get too old and too boring for that scene, he found himself retreating from that lifestyle even more. Maybe it was the stress of his job, or the things he saw through it, but the endless parties seemed like a waste of time all of the sudden. However, he was not above grabbing a drink after a stressful day at work, as he was now. Settling into a seat at the bar, he flagged down the bartender and nodding to the woman seated next to him. “I’ll have whatever she’s having.”

[declan-garcia]

open starter

“Shit, shit, shit!” The string of curses came from his lips as he realized all too late how loosely the top of his copy had been put on. His bag hit the ground with a loud thump as he tried his best to catch the cup before it came tumbling down onto the street. If he had been a second too slow to react, he would have had to apologize for smelling so strongly of coffee all day. Luckily for him, only a little had splashed onto his shoes, and he was not going to face a caffeine headache an hour later. Securing the lid, he scrambled to pick his bag back up as he locked eyes with a person nearby. “You didn’t see anything.”

[declan-garcia]

starter for @ferahdemir

Get a dog, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. As much as Declan loved his dog, there were times that he was a real pain in the ass. He had no idea how Max had done it; one moment they were just walking through town, and the next thing he knew, the idiot had gotten loose and bolted, right up to a person approaching from the other direction. “Hey, down boy!” he commanded, snapping the leash back onto Max’s collar. He could only hope that the woman was not terrified of dogs, especially someone his size. “Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” he asked the girl as he pulled on the lead to control the dog. “He usually doesn’t do this.” 

[declan-garcia]

starter for @dcntcluciano

Declan hated to admit it, but he was the person who was perfectly content with his place in life. His job was great, his house was just right for him, and he was pretty happy in other aspects of life. His life seemed like it practically sprang from a backlot set, and if that were the case, he had yet to meet the villain. If he had to hedge his bets, it would probably end up being his boss, another cliche, of course. There was something about the man that slightly terrified him, but he could not put his finger on what it was. He was his boss, though, and he had to keep that to himself if he wanted to keep his job. Clearing his throat, he knocked on the door to the older man’s office, files in hand. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Luciano?”

[michaeltrevinosource]

michaeltrevino that lugubrious look