Closed Starter for @dominojackson and @remy-stormwind
After their last public outing, Anton didn’t think they’d be making another public appearance so soon with everything that had transpired between them. From the way he’d treated Miguel to the revelation of his sleeping with Skylar; to Tim’s passing and making that move to the safehouse…what may have only been a matter of weeks between them, felt like years. And he was ready to do nothing more than move the fuck on. Which made him all the more grateful they were at a masquerade ball, of all things. It wasn’t like he really believed they were all Clark Kent and only had to put on a pair of glasses to be completely unrecognizable, but the masks at least provided some level of anonymity. What it didn’t provide however, was the ability to get intimate.
“The same damn people are here from last time.” He reasoned with her, slowly lifting his mask. “It’s been a couple weeks since the detective, the heat’s died down…” He murmured against her, his voice lowering. “Besides it’s much easier to kiss you without this fucking thing in the way.” He grinned, easing her mask up slightly, his lips pressing to hers.
have at it, @remy-stormwind
Sometimes Remy just wanted to roll his eyes at his fellow gang members, his second family. While he cared about every single one of them dearly, he had to admit that some were so foolish. Here they are at a grand party with the gang that blew up one of their territories and instead of taking them out here and now, they drink and dance to relieve the stress and ‘forget about everything’ for the night. That’s not how he rolls. Not taking blatant attacks to their livelihood seriously is what got his family killed in Chicago and he won’t make the same mistakes his father did.
Still, there were advantages to these current situation he found himself in. One, he had no indication on his clothing of who he belonged to. Dressed head to toe in gold, he could be anyone. And so he shall. Once he spotted a very familiar face, it was enough to have a recognizable prospect of the Royals purposefully bump into him, causing him to spill his drink on the smooching pair. “Jesus Christ!” He yelled, quickly taking his handkerchief to try and wipe away the mess. “I’m so sorry! These assholes must think they can do whatever the hell they want here.” He turns to glare at the prospect, who - like he was told - revealed his Royals patch before disappearing into the crowd.
“Unbelievable,” He mutters. Turning back to the pair, specifically the woman. He tilts his head curiously. “I’m sorry, but have we met?” He asks. “You look so familiar. My name’s Jayden. My father is an investor and likes to use these parties as an opportunity to find new partners.”
@dominojackson, take it away!
Domino didn’t need much convincing at the time. The night was going smoothly--heavenly, if you compared it to the last event--and the urge to kiss her date had reached its peak long before then. She fell into him gracefully, arms reaching to wrap around his neck. She returned the kiss with a sweetness she’d been saving up all night. It matched his rather nicely and prompted a familiar shock of her senses--of course some Royal had to come fuck it up.
Domino pulled away from the embrace just in time to catch sight of the patch. She fought a natural reaction. Her features that were prepared to twist into a grimace inverted and formed a smile instead. She looked at the stranger next to them now, taking in his words with increasing interest as the moment her and Anton shared was stolen in a matter of seconds. The man before them was not familiar to her which was an interesting fact considering his strong reaction to the person from her rival gang. Anyone with that strong of a reaction she thought she might know. That is, unless this stranger had not caught onto their affiliation and was simply not a people-person. Either way, their presence had not inspired trust in the slightest. You can’t trust people you don’t know showing signs of the same side, and you can’t trust people who can be unkind without proper cause. Even if you’re the same. Especially if you’re the same.
“Asshole,” Domino chuckled softly, “that’s a strong word.” She observed the other intently. He was rather young by comparison and his brooding good looks had done nothing more than provide her with suspicion for how he might use them. She contemplated his fashion as well, concluding that a child of a good investor might clean up as well as him, having grown up with expensive taste. Still, no one had asked for the information he’d volunteered, and as an informant who’d been burned before she wasn’t too fond of receiving unsolicited information. Not even during social gatherings where such dialogue could be normalized.
Dom took a conscious step away from Anton in order to move in closer on the stranger. “I don’t think we have met,” she put out a hand for him to shake, “It’s nice to meet you, Jayden. I’m Caroline.” Her shoulders loosened to feign comfort as she gestured to the long gone royal, “I hope he didn’t get you too good with his drink. You’re dressed entirely too well for that.” Her compliment was warm but her stare was warmer, eyes burning into his in attempt to place him. If he thought he recognized her then she definitely would’ve recognized him. Unless it was one of those in-passing observations. So far, she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Cautiously optimistic might have been the phrase... if you were heavy on the “caution”.
