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tctumx:

“The quiet ones are usually the most dangerous,” she said quietly as she leaned back in her chair, looking at the male across from her. Revealing her fake identity was off all the tables, refusing to have the risk of her husband finding her in that moment and her blood being painted on the walls in a artistic manner. “Probably —- although I doubt that the bartender is watching, I’d just steal the bottle and go.”

"That they are,” he hummed in agreement, knowing far too well it was the characters who didn’t set all of their cards on the table that one needed to pay the closest attention. “Just one bottle? Surely we can fit at least two in that ridiculously oversized purse of yours.”

#c: tatum

zxcallahxn:

“A guy can’t get a single fucking night off around here without it turning to shit.” He muttered only for the ears of his closest friend, shrugging his jacket on and clipping the badge in his pocket to his belt. “And it was just starting to get fucking interesting.”

"There’s no rest for the wicked,” Devlin attempted to smirk through his own jest, but it faltered slightly at the end as perceptive hues danced along the crowd in search of a familiar brunette. Once upon a time he might have been able to make sadistic light of this event; now the con artist actually possessed something which could simultaneously be lost and tear the remaining fraction of his soul right out with it. “Who knew small towns were so dramatic? I’d say I picked it for the entertainment value, but that’s really just secondary.”

#c: zeke

tctumx:

“Don’t fucking tell me you’re buying this. She’s obviously just playing some sick-ass prank on us and showing her true colors to the world, we all knew she was too innocent for her own good,” the blonde muttered before leaning back in her seat, wrinkling her nose. Throwing the situation out the window was easier than admitting Caitlyn was actually tied up somewhere, possibly dying. “Someone always had to ruin my fucking buzz.” // @devlinclxry

"Pretty elaborate for a prank and to be honest, I never thought she was clever enough to pull something like this.” Not that Devlin had any intention whatsoever of revealing himself to the people of Blackwater Bay; one meaningless girl’s life wasn’t worth the fallout. “You and me both. Do you think it would be poor form if we got another drink right about now?”

#c: tatum

x-finley:

“This isn’t about anything –” she beamed while wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to be mere inches away from his face. “It’s Thanksgiving and I’m having a good time” truth be told she was having a good time, but underneath the smiling and the alcohol lay all her problems just waiting to surface. As the world around her spun ever so slightly, she lost her footing and fell into her very own safety blanket. Devlin was always more than just her boyfriend, he was her rock, a pillar of hope that despite the world being a shitty place, things could always get better – and they always did whenever he was around. Her head rested against his chest and while she was listening to his heartbeat, she closed her eyes and imagined them away from everyone, curling up on her couch with a shitty movie and nothing but each other for the entire night. Imagining it before it even happened caused her cheeks to lift into a smile while using everything she had to push herself off him and stand up straight. “I took a few days for myself; what’s done is done so – this shit doesn’t need to be dealt with. I need to pee” she started to stagger in whatever direction her feet took her, away from the building and towards the road seemed to be her next destination.

"Sure it’s not.” Finley always made it difficult to maintain any semblance of anger when she practically sparkled like a ray of sunshine with that megawatt smile of hers, their features impossibly close to the point that he could actually smell the alcohol on his other half. “Really? Or are you just enjoying the fact that being drunk absolves you of having to face how you’re feeling? The Finley I know doesn’t get trashed.” Catching her as she stumbled forward, he pressed lips into her hair and tightened a secure hold on the brunette before she could genuinely hurt herself. “Whatever you say,” he mumbled against dark locks, though his voice refused to hold any agreement with her. “Didn’t realize they set up bathrooms out in nature now. We’re in a public facility, there’s one down the hall. Let’s go.”

#c: finley

x--remi:

“Giving thanks makes me horny –” a giggle erupted in her throat before she shoved her phone in Devlin’s face forcing him to read the message. “Something tells me a dick pic isn’t going to stop this freak, but I’ll keep your cock In mind for another time”

“Never heard that kink before, but it suits you.” One glance at her text messages and immediately something tightened to a near painful degree in his gut--- people usually called that instinct. “When did you get this, Remi?”

#c: remi

x-finley:

“I am, thanks for asking. Are you?” Finley spoke through a drunk smile before swiping one last drink from a nearby tray while Devlin began moving her towards the door. Finley had always enjoyed Thanksgiving, always spent most of her time eating and laughing and making new memories – however the past year had begun to catch up with her and old wounds were being ripped open; and she had opened her big mouth and confessed her love to someone who didn’t speak those stupid words back to her — alcohol seemed like the best option for the night, or so she thought. “Do you think I’m tiny? – remember when I said I loved you? .. you’re not tiny at all”

"No.” Truthfully Devlin had found himself positively miserable since she left his home that afternoon, all thoughts congregating around whether or not Finley could forgive him for being unable to repeat that infamous confession back to her. “You’re fine,” he muttered, coming to stop in a corner of the gymnasium where they could talk with better privacy. “I fucking knew that’s what this was about.” The drunken rambles continued however. “Stop, Finley. Look at me. Is this how we’re dealing with this shit now? You storm out, don’t talk to me for days, and show up plastered to cause a scene?” Snatching the latest vice from her hand, he threw the offending cup in the trash with ease. “Enough drinking.”

#c: finley

x--remi:

“If your dick is making an appearance in my show than making him feel like a dumbass is the last thing I want”

"Here I am offering a selfless charity to remove your little pest problem and you want to objectify me. That’s just plain insulting.”

#c: remi

zxcallahxn:

“I’ve already told you twice. Do you really need a fuckin’ play by play? It was supposed to be a simple diversion, one that you clearly didn’t do a very good fucking job of — not that that’s a real complain. What’s he gonna’ do? Drop me to the bottom of the bay? Let him try. Fingers crossed he doesn’t make a move until after I’ve wrapped her around my..– finger.” He grinned, crossing arms over his chest as he lent back and sighed, more than content. “I think it went over well.”

“I do love intimate details, but you’re obviously too much of a gentleman to give me the play by play.” He taunted the other male with a raise of both brows, his own signature smirk dangling from impish features. “What can I say? The man is difficult to pin down. At least I gave you just the right amount of time, Romeo, so you’re welcome for that one. Bottom of the bay? No, that’s too easy. He probably considered at least thirteen more inventive ways to kill you when he caught you groping his favorite kid. Finger is a euphemism isn’t it? I’m growing prouder by the second. Sounds like you’re more than halfway there, so I’d think it went over well indeed. What’s next?”

#c: zeke

kohalloran:

“I figured as much you utter piece of shite. It’s been weeks since I’ve fallen flat on my face asshole, I’ve got a streak goin’, don’t fuckin’ jinx me.”

"That’s so romantic of you to say, I’m swooning. The idea of jinxing you is all I have to live for right now so you better believe I plan to make that happen.”

#c: kieran

bishcpdanes:

—- ( @devlinclxry )

“Whoa —– that was —– okay, you’re a little too quiet sometimes, Devlin, you know that?”

“Quiet like an imp, I’m light on my feet as they say. Look I need a favor or else I wouldn’t even be here. It’s Finley related.”

#c: bishop

"No, no, no. Back it up, from the top. You did what now? And here this was supposed to be a simple diversion so you could slip in and out, you sly fucking dog. I’d be worried for your safety if I wasn’t so proud--- what did you tell him before you left again? He needs a bigger desk? Incredible.” @zxcallahxn

#c: zeke #closed

x-finley:

One second the brunette had downed a few shots with a stranger, laughter on her lips and the music pulsing through her, and the next she was falling backwards into someone’s arms after she had bumped into a waitress, spilling all their drinks on the ground. The music she could no longer hear and the laughter was no longer as the room began to spin. “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket” she sang out to whoever still held her up. “I’m rather tiny; I could probably fit in your pocket”

It took less than a second’s notice before Devlin witnessed his entire field of vision clouding red at the sight of Finley nearly collapsing into someone else’s arms in her inebriated state. The hue only darkening at the words that escaped her lips, something flirtatious albeit probably not intended. Not that it mattered to the shark circling her. “Move,” he commanded to the other man who seemed fully prepared to argue before realizing the identity of the person making this request. “Having fun tonight?” Devlin all but growled into his significant other’s ear as he caught her slender waist and began guiding her towards the exit.

#c: finley

x--remi:

“Real cute asshole” this wasn’t the first time Remi had random numbers text her weird shit, then again they were usually sexual and didn’t involve words that made her stomach turn. Brows knit tight as she responded to her newest secret admirer while furiously cursing louder and louder.

"Was the dick pic really that bad?” He stood leaning against the cold brick siding of her family’s pub, arms crossed against a normal ---for once, inexpensive--- jacket as he watched Remi’s behavior erupt from mild annoyance to something bordering frantic. “We can send mine back and make him feel like a dumbass if you want.”

#c: remi #devlin is so not vince #lmao

arabwife

#{ x. he tastes like misery and smoke }

ch2179996

#{ x. devil in disguise }

x--remi:

“And what exactly is step number two? Like I said, I can wait. The little birdies around this town don’t know how to keep their mouths shut – and may I ask who you think I’m talking about, Devy? Well, don’t let it go to your head too much. How about we get this show on the road and find some place we can drink; I’m not ready to let you out of my sights yet”

"Embracing it of course. They wouldn’t be little bird if they did, blondie. Starts with an S and rhymes with rot. Everything goes to my head, that’s pretty much unavoidable at this point. You don’t have to ask me twice, I’m more than happy to buy however many drinks it takes before you set the place on fire.”

#c: remi

kohalloran:

“What can I say? I’ve worked out a direct route to your hard on, screw bein’ after yer own heart. ‘Course you don’t, corner pub it is, they just hired a new lass an’ I’m not passin’ up a chance at that.”

"Finally we’re speaking my language. I love pubs and direct routes to my hard on, also watching you fall flat on your fucking face when you try to seal the deal. Count me in.”

#c: kieran

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