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Dominik Vronsky. 34. Mayoral Candidate. Bratva.

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BIOGRAPHY

ALIAS: Dominik Luka Vronsky

BIRTHDATE & AGE: April 18th, thirty-four

AFFILIATION: The Bratva; Associate 

FACECLAIM: Luke Mitchell

Dominik Vronsky was the second born to Alexi and Yulia Vronsky, the heads of what he would one day learn to be a very powerful family. His adolescence wasn’t terrible, for he never wanted for anything -- his parents ensuring he and his siblings received the best of the best in every aspect of their lives. When it came to the food they ate, to the clothes on their back, the extra-curricular activities and even their education -- privileged was an understatement. And yet the one thing Dominik longed for was a father figure, something he would never be graced with no matter how hard he tried. While the first born seemed to have an natural ability to exceed in everything he did, Dominik went about it in the complete opposite way. The designated private school class clown, while the male’s grades were satisfactory his attitude was anything but, which often meant he spent hours in detention or subsequently was suspended. But no matter how many times it happened, his father didn’t seem to bat an eyelid, instead all he received was disappointment from his mother.

While living the life of the 1% from the outside looking in seemed luxurious and exciting, for Dominik it was exhausting. Being forced to attend social gatherings and events in which his father all but used them as a tool to gain further support, to train day and night to become every bit of the warrior that his brother was and their father and his father before him --- it was all relatively monotonous. To the outside world his father was a golden businessman and to add family man to that was to put him on a pedestal so few managed to reach. A rather ugly lie. Behind the scenes it almost felt like Yulia Vronsky was desperately trying to shower her children with enough love to make up for the lack of presence of her husband all the while attempting to shelter them from life in the public eye. Sure Dominik loved his mother and his father despite his lack of actually being a father, but as he got older each interaction began to feel more like a business deal than it did a simple conversation between family. The second eldest never resented them for their parenting, but he did long for a family that didn’t treat him as such. He wanted nothing more than to get out from underneath his fathers thumb. Which was why the first chance he got to leave he took and traveled across the country to attend Yale University majoring in international relations and political science.

Given he had grown up with the best of educational tutors, Dominik had no struggles with maintaining his grades and was quick to take the coveted top of the class space. With his career ahead looking bright, things only continued to fall into place when his father tasked him with a position within the Connecticut charter of the Bratva. The male instead of utilizing the power and respect that came with his last name, instead went by a name of his own name Dominik Luka. And as the first few years flew by the male very quickly came to realize that he didn’t just excel in politics, he very well had the gift of the gab with it. His superpower was his words and his profound ability to influence those around him. It started amongst his peers, before it spread to his position within the Connecticut charter. And before he knew it several years had passed by and he was working for the Governor of NYC by day and by night continued his work as an advisor to the head of the NYC Bratva charter. He was on cloud nine. In a world built by his own success, not that of his father’s or brothers. Nevertheless, only one thing surpassed his need to create his own life and that was the lives and wellbeing of his family. And when he got the call to advise there had been an attempt on his younger brothers life, he did what he knew any member of the Vronsky family would, he heeded that call; leaving behind the life he had so carefully concocted. It was time for Dominik Luka to meet Dominik Vronsky. War was coming and his family needed him above all else, but it didn’t mean he would stop on his path to his own success, no. What better way than to join the Mayoral campaign, endorsed by his former colleagues and with the nod from what many Chicago natives knew as one of, if not the most powerful family in the entire state. 

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ALEXEI VRONSKY​:

where: Ever Restaurant

who: @dominikvronsky​

“So,” Alexei placed his fork down carefully settling his elbows to be propped onto the table. He looked towards Dominik glad to see his return to Chicago. Although the path he was on for politics was not one he endorsed wholeheartedly he tried to work on the angles on how this would benefit the family, the Vronsky name, and ultimately the Bratva. If it wasn’t, in his eyes its purpose was non existent. “I saw a poster about the campaign.” A lie only told to steer the conversation, “How are those numbers looking? In your favour?” he asked, his hands working against one another. Dominik had always been headstrong although Alexei could tell that the family business didn’t interest him early on, later shown through his choice to attend school elsewhere. 

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There were few things that evoked something akin to the feeling of dread within Dominik Vronsky, but dinner with his father, remained one of them. For the politician it felt as though every interaction was but the reflection of a poorly made business deal, stagnant and fake. Despite the ill feelings he harbored toward his father, the man was still for all intent and purposes, his father and against his better judgement a small part of him foolishly longed to one day make the cruel  patriarch proud. “The numbers look good, better than we had forecasted.” He answered honestly, though his competition Atlan Karsli was also proving to be a much fiercer competitor than he had also planned out. The rival Mayor elect had a longstanding rivalry with the second eldest Vronsky that dated back to their days at Duke University together. “I have no concerns about my campaign. Devlin and I never loose.”

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ALESSANDRA CHOI​:

The compliment is unexpected and she takes the moment to smile back graciously. “That’s very kind of you to say, Mr Vronsky. Or mayor?” She lets the question hang in the air, and she doesn’t need the confirmation, but knows that he is a powerful ally to have. “Did I see you at the hospital the other afternoon? Very dapper, I have to say. i’d vote for you,” she smiles up at him, wondering  if he can see through her very obvious display. Truthfully, she’s come to realise that she has no idea how to converse with him, or even what about, but knows that she only has limited opportunities like this to make a good impression. “So, the other evening at the restaurant, I didn’t get to properly thank you…” she waves her hand. “Can I buy you a drink?”

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“Dominik. Mr Vronsky is far too formal and the last thing we’re here to do is discuss business so please. I insist.” He fails to skip a beat in his correction as his gaze lifts from the bar to settle upon the woman. Alessandra Choi had always been something of an riddle wrapped in a delightful ribbon. Unlike most that failed to recognize the woman for her advanced skillset, Dominik was all too aware of exactly what she was capable of. Or so he had heard up the chain of command within the Bratva and it seemed her ability to tailor her approach toward whomever she set her sights on was unapparelled. “Mayor however, is a little premature but we’re working on it.“ He mused, lips curving upward into a slight smile before a lowly chuckle escaped him. “You do know you don’t have to shower me in compliments, Ms Choi. Your vote however, I’ll be counting on when we go to the polls.” He mused, before lifting a hand to signal the bartender over. “I wasn’t aware I did anything to warrant a thanks so I’ll have to decline your kind offer. However, if you’ll allow me to buy you a drink then I think we can consider the playing field evened.” 

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VIOLET MARINO​:

“Why does a few feel like an understatement?” Violet asked teasingly, of course she didn’t have a list of past events he’d attended but she figured life of a politician required such parties. If she tried her best she can remember her father adorned in so many different suits headed out. Sometimes with their mother in tow, excited to get out of the house, and they’d come back alight from the few drinks they’d had. Funny. She used to stay up just to see them return, just to catch those wide smiles and to think it could have been a ruse all along. Vi didn’t usually have walls up when she was with people, maybe a few when it came to guys, but she didn’t really know what this was with Dominik. She liked spending time with him and he brought a necessary calm with his presence at a time where her life felt so chaotic. It didn’t stop the little voice in her head that cautioned against not only his profession but the last name he carried. She’d be careful she decided but he’d given her no reason not to trust him and despite everything Vi didn’t want to be distrustful of everyone she came across. “Oh did I not mention it before, I dabble a little in it. More of a hobby than anything!” she joked before taking another sip. She followed his lead and her gaze looked over appreciatively at some of the pieces which had apparently gotten a few people admiring them. “Yea it was pretty good.” she stated with a nod she missed it sometimes but it was a chapter she’d closed and didn’t intend on returning to, at least not anytime soon. Yet another can of worms awaited her in the form of Jack’s confession. Which made her wonder if the woman was in attendance tonight and if they’d finally talk about it. At his question she paused in her steps and turned to stand before him, “It was tempting of course but— you did.” she answered lifting her gaze up to meet his and then smiled. It was nice to hear he was enjoying himself because admittedly so was she, “Really, so you think you’ll let me have a dance or two?”

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“Probably because you would be correct. Though it’s not exactly something to brag about. Contrary to popular belief, if I could avoid attending these things on an account of personal or family business, then I would have years ago.” He reasons, then again things were different when you were surrounded by politicians, investment bankers and state officials. The atmosphere was nothing but tedious, which contrasted the current, a moment in time that he actually wanted to be present for no thanks to the woman that had agreed to attend with him. From the moment he met her in that quaint gallery back in  Manhattan he he had been drawn in by those bright baby blues. And while nothing had come to fruition at the time, he couldn’t help but feel like the universe was telling him something because there were no such things as coincidences. And ever since their dinner a few weeks prior, he had found himself going out of his way to remain in touch with the woman, a few texts here or a phone call there. While Devlin scolded him for being distracted, the politician however, claimed he was anything but and that he was now seeing clearer than he ever had before. “Did you always know that was what you wanted to become, an artist?” He queried, her lighted hearted jest leaving a lingering smile upon his features. For Dominik it was quite the opposite, the once overly ambitious teenager was looking for something, anything that would allow him to escape the well paved path that his father had practically laid out for his offspring. But any other thoughts were quickly forfeited as the other’s admission sunk in, and brows rose in avid surprise. “In that case, I better make this you’re best New Years yet.” He mused playfully, as fingertips sought out hers and interlocked in the space between them. Violet Marino radiated a level of warmth and kindness that he had long thought was snuffed out of the world. And in that moment he wanted nothing more than to ensure such a thing remained protected. “As you wish.“ Dominik breathed, hand remained intertwined with hers as he lead her out and onto the dance floor, before it’s twin found her waist as gently guided her closer. “So tell me, what lead you to decide to return home to Chicago?“

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VIOLET MARINO​:

Violet was always able to trust easy what reason did she have not to when getting to know others was a bring driving force of her personality. As the foundation of people she thought she knew; her brother, her best friend, even her mother; began crumbling and being reframed she still trusted. She gave Dominik a long glance before turning her gaze down to where her hands continued to fiddle against themselves. It was nice that he believed there was light at the end of the tunnel. She found herself smiling as he spoke about his brother, “Can’t live with them, can’t live without them situation huh?” Family had always been one of the most important things to her, there was no changing those that shared your DNA. The man who sat in a cell who she hadn’t seen in years still held the unofficial title of father, Jesse despite his deceit was still her brother, and well her mother’s lies didn’t make her any less of her mother. With a small sigh she lets all those thoughts go because there heaviness isn’t meant to held right now. Instead she throws a small smile towards Dominik, “What do you like to do around the holidays? Must do thing that makes it really feel like it’s Christmas?” a brow raising in curiosity. “Is this you asking me out on a date?” her tone teasing as a slow grin pulling on the corner of her lips. A dinner with him sounded like exactly what she needed right now.

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“Something like that though I suppose it’s a little more complicated. My father is a hard man to put it politely and he fails to the difference between family and business. To him they’re one in the same and if he had his way, I would’ve remained in Chicago following orders like the rest of my siblings instead of moving to New York.” It was an honest admission that passed his lips unsettlingly easy and there was a moment after where he internally braced himself for her reaction before continuing. “My mother came around in the end, as did one of my younger brothers but the rest --- I suppose you could say we’ll never exactly see eye to eye.“ Which weighed heavier upon his shoulders that he ever dared to admit. As effortless as it was to front his family in his usual cool and collected manner, the distance that persisted between himself and his siblings remained a pain point. His family was one topic of many that he very rarely delved into outside of his strict circle of confidants but there was something about the his present company that eased him into a sense of comfort and security. Somehow, someway, the brunette with the bright eyes was making her way under his skin and he was hopelessly defenseless. “It sounds ridiculous and I won’t fault you for judging me. But making a gingerbread house from scratch. It started as a tradition back at Duke and it’s something I haven’t been able to shake. That and nothing beats the classic film Elf. But if you tell anyone that I told you that, I will plead the fifth.” He taunted, a lowly chuckle escaped him as he offered a shrug of indifference. “If I say yes, will you agree to dinner with me?” He quipped, shifting to stand as one hand dug into the comfort of his jacket pocket while it’s twin remained outstretched, waiting for her to take it. 

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DIANA VRONSKY​:

Perhaps the true source of her ire with Dominik stems from the nostalgia of it all. Standing here in their childhood home, recalling the way in which laughter ricocheted off vaulted ceilings and innocence still clung to their features like freckles. Before their father tucked Diana beneath his wing, before she gave into the idolization that ruined her, before the only brother who could have done anything simply… didn’t. It’s not his fault and on some level she knows that, but standing here with him aches in the dead spaces of her chest. “Be careful, he’s taller than you now.” Not that it makes Vasili any more of a threat, but she finds it ironic that their youngest family member now holds considerable height over everyone else. Equally a blessing and a curse. Her mouth sets into a line at Dom’s reminder, half-tempted to inquire about what else he managed to recall from their youth together before gallivanting off into the world, but she finishes the remainder of her drink instead. “Allow me to rephrase, you’re terrible at committing when the end goal doesn’t align with your own interests.” There is always more left unsaid between them, yet she finds herself overcome with exhaustion rather than cold regard for the person once considered to be her closest confidante. “It’s late,” her glass is set upon the tray as she moves to leave. “Goodnight, Dominik.” Welcome home.

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SIMONE ORTIZ​:

Given, there were very few things she’d chose to avoid in order to spend any certain minute around her ex fiancé, it certainly said a lot for previous company as she tried to relax at his side now. Not the wisest of choices, and one that weighed heavily in her chest before she’d done so - but it got her closer to the balcony and undoubtedly forced others to shy away from drawing her attention. The district attorney and future mayor looked far too busy to be interrupted. “I still do, I just happen to be a little more conscious of whether or not I’m spending that time with the absolute scum of the city or not.” A tight smile pressed her lips as she looked around at given company, “Speaking of… – Does Violet know who you are?”

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“Absolute scum of the city?” Dominik couldn’t help the hearty chuckle that escaped him in response. While the man had been called a number of things over the course of his life and career, there was an added level of malice when it seeped from the lips of his ex-fiancé. While he had seen his decision to escape his family name as a moment in time to reinvent his own wheel, she had seen it as a complete and utter betrayal. It was something the pair would never see eye to eye on, even years after their dance had concluded. “That’s no way to talk to your future Mayor, Ms District Attorney.” The politician quipped, though there was a hint of amusement laced into his tone which quickly faded at the mention of another woman’s name. “What Violet may or may not know, is none of your concern.” The Vronsky male remarked, though his words parted his lips as a silent warning. The artist hadn’t exactly been kept in the dark when it came to his last name, but had yet to make any connection to his family. And if he could dwell in the light of ignorance for a while longer, then he would. 

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VIOLET MARINO​:

“You suppose?” Violet repeated with an amused raise of her brow wondering how many parties similar to this Dominik had attended for his tone to remain smooth. “Ah great minds! I was thinking we could see the art installations, predictable I know, but once it’s out of the way you’ll have my full and undivided attention!” she spoke as if presenting a sales pitch grinning at the end for his benefit. “I might even show you my moves out there,” she nodded towards the dance floor. She reached for the glass and raised it in thanks before taking a tentative sip. It was nice being here but even more so with him accompanying her. He’d quickly and easily become someone whose company she enjoyed and even sought out. “This, fancy roaring 20s theme party I can say is a first.” she admitted. “My first New Years there I went to Times Square, learned my lesson quickly. The year after that I got invited to a party in Manhattan, and because I was still in college and thought that was the artist of me deserved it I went and don’t remember much.” Except sharing a kiss with a guy she met that night when the countdown ended and promptly left after, she figured she’d spare him all the details. “Since then I kinda stay in, order takeout, figure out my resolutions as Bridget Jones’ Diary plays in the background. What about you? Are parties part of your regular New Years celebrations?”

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“I guess you could say I’ve attended a fair few events similar to this.“ He answered, with a wry grin. It was something of an understatement, but in the world of politics where socializing with potential investors and politicians alike, elaborate parties were but part of the trade. There was no telling how many personally tailored suits lined his wardrobe to offer a variety for every different type of event. Suits of which were changed out every season to ensure he looked his very best and avoided making any fashion faux pas. Because in a cut throat world, first impressions were everything and Dominik was all too aware of this. “Wait, you mean to tell me you have some interest in art? I would never have guessed.” He teased, as he followed suit and raised his own glass to his lips, taking a small sip as his gaze lingered upon hers. “I may require your expert perspective on each piece. Though I suppose that won’t be much of a challenge for you.” He added, before shifting to lead the way around the room and toward the art pieces which already had inspired attention from scattered groups of party goers. “Sounds like you had quite the traditional New York experience.” He hummed in idle thought, granted despite the decade he spent living in the city, most of the usual experiences he missed out on due to his own inability to see past his career goals. It some ways for many years it almost became his personality and was only in recent months that he had found a passion for life outside of work. Whether that was because of recent acquaintances or of his own volition however, remained unseen. “Oh, and what made you decide against some take out and Miss Bridget Jones this year?” He quipped, refusing to admit the idea of such a simplistic evening was sounded as intriguing as it did endearing. “They are yes, but usually they’re solely business focused; this is perhaps the first one in a long while that I actually find myself looking to enjoy.”

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SIMONE ORTIZ & THEODORE MILES​:

There’s a great many things that Simone is required to consider when crossing the line between the physical and something more. Admittedly, it hasn’t even crossed her mind with Theo just yet, how could it? Lines blurred and before she knew it, they’d labelled this a date. Something that perhaps fell into place a little too easily and yet, there’s a distinct link between the pair and what might have once belonged to careless teenagers. “No, you just make it easy for me.” Playing into one another’s hands without second thought to what it meant. A sigh of gentle appreciation slips through her lips as she smiles, beyond even the small niggling that wants to ask if he’s being truthful with her. Old habits died hard, and trust was one thing Simone usually went without. “Is that right?” Her tongue slips out, capturing what remains on her lip of her champagne and though she’d been headed in an entirely different direction earlier, Simone entwines her fingers with his and tugs him towards the hallway, “Who said you’d need any kind of trick to get me there in the first place, hm?”

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His hues pull away from her to look in the direction of where they were heading. As soon as he notices it’s towards the hallways, his hand extends out to place his half empty glass of champagne on the nearest surface. His eyes drift back towards her right as her tongue slips between her lips and it’s hard to get his focus anywhere else. Once the two of them are in the hallway, Theo shifts to back her into the nearest wall, lifting his arm up to rest against the wall next to her head. “Who says we have to wait until we get back to my place?” He mutters as he uses his other hand to place his fingers underneath her chin, tilting it up so his lips brush against hers for a moment. “Follow me,” he muses as he drops his arm off the way, taking her hand and leading her towards the one area he knows no one will head into. He pushes the double doors open into the kitchen area, turning around and putting his hands on her hips. Lifting her up and placing her onto the counter, the male settles his hands on her knees and pulls them apart. He takes a step to stand between them and his hand raises up to rest on the back of her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. @dominikvronsky​

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With his date no where in sight and withstanding the cold shoulder from a number of his siblings, Dominik found himself wandering into the kitchen. Bypassing a plethora of waitresses as they went about refilling their trays with a variety of  hors d'oeuvres. Making his way into the deserted room at the back of the kitchen, he found himself taking a seat as he helped himself to a drink or two. Unsure of how much time had passed, the male was preparing to take his leave and search out the vision in pink that had agreed to attend on his arm; until the door was pushed open rather abruptly and two entangled bodies shuffled through. Dom could only watch on in mild amusement, before clearing his throat in an attempt to make his presence known. “I hate to interrupt, but this whole show isn’t exactly pay-per-view worthy." The politician remarked, as he shifted to stand. Azure hues meet the woman’s gaze with a raised brow before settling upon her rather disheveled company. “What can I say, small carrots really don’t do it for me.“

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VIOLET MARINO​:

“Not so good,” Violet replies with a small shrug and a breath. The main person whose gift she was now unsure of was Jesse, of course he was her brother and despite all the mixed feelings she still wanted to give him something. Just seeing him now proved to be difficult and leaving it at his doorstep felt cold as well. “What are the holidays if not a dysfunctional family reunion?” she smiled at him once more but it faltered slightly with his next question. The brush off response was readied from years of deflecting attention from her or her thoughts about her family to literally anything else. Yet as she held his gaze for a second longer she knew she didn’t want to lie to Dominik the concern in his tone endearing. “Uh— yea my family is pushing the envelope on dysfunctional… Christmas won’t be the same. And I know it shouldn’t be such a big deal at my age,” but it was and always had been. “Don’t want to think about it honestly which is why I came here. Distraction!”

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The woman’s candor was refreshing and Dominik couldn’t help but feel somewhat taken aback by her trusting him with such an admission. It wasn’t an easy thing to show any sign of vulnerability and he of all people knew this given he had kept most at arms length outside of the business realm since his breakup with a certain district attorney. “Give it some time, I’m sure you’ll figure it out in the coming weeks.“ He reasoned, before offering a small nod. “You have a point there --- no matter how painful that might be. If it weren’t for my brother Peter I’d probably avoid it all together.“ He admitted, an honest admission from a usually not so honest man. His sister was also an important part of his need to remain connected to his family, because despite the time that had passed and the way in which they had drifted apart, he knew that in time they could heal their broken relationship. His connection with his father and other brothers however, was another story all together. “I don’t think age should have anything to do with it, as much as people are keen to push the ideology of such holidays being for the children, who are they to make such declarations? If it holds meaning to you then that’s all that matters, everyone else’s opinions be damned.“ Because while such holidays hadn’t been high on his list, he could appreciate the joy sparked in others, adults, children and families alike. “Perhaps I can help with a distraction if you’ll allow me. There’s a new authentic Italian restaurant that just opened up a few blocks over and I have it on good authority that they have space for a late dinner reservation?” 

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ALESSANDRA CHOI​:

location: the bar time: 11:04 pm status: closed for @dominikvronsky​

She’s surprised she’s still here, and somehow, her plans to leave early have been foiled by the free alcohol and the somewhat good time she’s having. She can’t remember the last time she spent an evening without casing a potential location or following a mark, preferring to relax by training in some capacity. But this no strings attached evening is enjoyable and she regrets not allowing herself more evening like this more often. Across the bar, she catches a familiar face, and sends Dominik Vronsky a friendly smile. She’s unsure if she should approach him, or even if he would welcome it, and offers a little wave instead.

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Having found a quiet space at one end of the bar, Dominik finds his gaze wandering the room as it has done so many times before. When his gaze catches that of his sisters he gives a gentle nod with the smallest of smiles attached and yet to his dismay, she turns away. The little girl that once climbed over his shoulders as they hovered about their fathers office door, long gone. Nevertheless, it’s not quite enough to dampen his mood as he’s confident that with time and space -- she will forgive him for leaving the family in manner he had all those years ago. Finding the gaze of yet another familiar face, one in which he had last run into within a similar environment he hauls himself to his feet, drink in hand before making his approach. “Ms Choi. That dress, is wasted sitting alone at a bar this hour of the evening.“

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SIMONE ORTIZ​:

Open

location: idk somewhere okay

Simone had easily accepted her fate, upon becoming district attorney, she was well aware that the whole ordeal would come with soiree’s and getting caught up in some of the most boring conversations, with the most bland people one could cross paths with. Save the city, campaign for the betterment of the youth - all in a days work. Tonight, however, that was the last thing she wanted to get pulled into, and though she wasn’t entirely against pulling in a random bystander to save her from a metaphorically death defying talk with a minister, she didn’t need to. The familiar face peaked her interest and almost immediately, she excused herself. Quickly stepping away to sling an arm through the crook of recognitions shoulder, “Whatever you do, do not make eye contact and do not turn around, we’ll be stuck there all night otherwise.”

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Dominik was no stranger to such events, having attending them from a young age and furthermore so throughout adulthood as he schmoozed his way through the political scene within New York city. And while that part of his life was now far behind him as he turned his attention to the mayoral electorate of Chicago, it seemed not all parts of his former life were avoidable. In the form of a certain ex-fiancé and the woman whom knew all too much about his family and what they stood for. “There was a time when you used to enjoy that, staying out all night, crawling home as the sun rose once more. How things change.” He mused, though his tone was low, annoyance riddled as he lead the woman through the crowd.