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open to: anyone willing to potentially get shot ig location: rousseauâs, end of night
he heard the rustling before he saw the mistake in his vignette. sidearm pulled from itâs nestled place in the holster on his hip, he moved noiselessly from his office into the front of the bar. there was a lot buried in those cabinets and registers, tills still uncounted from solace found in liquor. each one a key to the final checkmate on the game of chess he played so deftly with his own sanity. the goings on in nevada set his teeth on edge, right to the precipice of calm and about to tip into mania. cyrus pulled back the hammer on his gun, the noise louder now he pressed his back to the wall that cornered the bar.
he glanced across, eye catching the pointed corner of a painted mirror quivering on an axis. noisy, sloppy, unprofessional. the tension in his shoulders eased, but only slightly. whoever was still inside his bar was less of a threat and more an idiot. and whichever dumbass forgot to luck up, the enforcer would have their guts for garters. cyrus had an inkling, but wasnât expecting the confirmation glimpsed over the front sight of his glock. âhand outta the drawer. now, before i make you look like jesus christ.â annoyance bit at the edges of his words.
âturn the fuck around.â the soldier seethed, black irises trained on the shoulders of the thief in the night.Â
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Defne, like many of her own greedy family members had been doing her part in ensuring that all of her checklist was ticked off. It wasnât her normal course of action to go snooping so publicly, but she already had the worst possible outcome clocked. What better way to get the attention of Cyrus than to make him think she wanted anything to do with his mangey drawer in the first place? It bemused her to settle on the thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be shocked, disgusted or completely unamused when he realized who he was threatening the moment she turned around to look him in the eyes.
It wouldnât be long until she found out, the white suit she was wearing being unbuttoned as she turned to face him, a smirk playing on her red stained lips as she slowly tilted her head. âOh Cyrus.. tsk tsk.. I wouldnât do that if I were you..â a slight movement of her jaw and she put her hands up momentarily, eyes quickly shuffling to the gun she had placed perfectly in front of her in case she would need to grab it and protect herself.Â
âPut the gun down, babe. Iâm sure we can talk this one out...â that was really all she wanted. To have a discussion without having to fill each other up with lead. But she would do what was needed.







