Scott Darrow

I think today is a good day to go out.

But she is still severely ill? Odd.

I’m starting to think this entire story is a charade.

I'm the one looking after her at the moment.

I think today is a good day to go out.

I have a hard time reading your sarcasm, I think.

So, your amore. Is she in the hospital?

No, I think she's getting better.

I think today is a good day to go out.

You have a girlfriend? What happened to the prostitutes? — I mean, I’m sorry to hear that.

If it wears on your mind too much, I’m sure I would hear about it anyway.

I was mostly kidding about the prostitutes.

#chast

I think today is a good day to go out.

What sort of things?

My girlfriend is... severely ill at the moment.

As if it were any of your business.

I think today is a good day to go out.

Are you sure? You seem less threatening than usual. That must mean you are enjoying my company.

Don't flatter yourself.

My mind is on... other things at the moment.

I think today is a good day to go out.

I did not! I only said I wasn’t paying for your silly car. And, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve left the new one alone.

Whatever, I still don't like you.

I think today is a good day to go out.

I thought you said we were supposed to let things lie?

Yeah, and then you rejected that proposal.

I think today is a good day to go out.

And what exactly is that for?

#chat #scott is best when he's silent

*starts shaking it*

I think today is a good day to go out.

Must you ruin all of my fun, Mr. Darrow?

*holds up can of spray paint*

I think today is a good day to go out.

High time I ruin that idea, then!

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I’m finally back from boring Colorado. God that was horrible.

The only thing worse than Colorado is Kansas. Good Lord, I hate Kansas.

Who do you have to sleep with in order to get a vacation around here?

You are observant, aren’t you? So, Mr. Darrow, what is it that has you looking for a day off? I thought you enjoyed doing my cousin’s dirty work.

#chat #read: leslie is hurt and he wants to be with her

I do, but there's something important I need to attend to.

Who do you have to sleep with in order to get a vacation around here?

I don’t think sleeping with anyone is going to get you a “day off”.

Oh, it's you.

Who do you have to sleep with in order to get a vacation around here?

Vengeance || Sophia & Scott

Initially Sophia simply narrowed her eyes at the man’s greeting. She didn’t like how nonchalant he was about the whole ordeal, when she knew deep down there must have been some wild concoction of emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. And though she wasn’t particularly keen on stepping inside Scott’s condo alone, she did so anyway, assuring herself that he wasn’t foolish enough to risk his own neck by injuring her.

Slowly she stepped inside, carefully observing all the decor and furniture on display. It was far different from how her own living quarters had been decorated, at least before they had been destroyed, but that hardly came as much of a surprise. Sophie reluctantly took a seat on the couch after he offered her a cup of tea. Truly she hadn’t wanted to talk to the man who had wrecked her condo; she had hoped to be in and out as quickly as possible. But she also did not want to seem overly rude and confirm whatever negative opinions he associated with her. So, she whispered her thanks whenever he handed her the cup of tea and stayed still on the couch.

“Don’t we?” She asked, her slightly sarcastic tone betraying the calm expression she had maintained. “I didn’t start this whole mess — you were the one who was rude to me when I had done absolutely nothing to you! And I hardly think that’s a fair deal. That artwork wasn’t worth nearly as much as your car. Besides, I don’t just have that sort of money on hand.”

Scott raised his eyebrows at her rejection of his offer, but shrugged. "Have it your way," he said calmly. "I don't really have that sort of money, either. Besides, I think my car is worth at least as much as all that plastic surgery, so it'd cost a good chunk of change to fix it." He smiled graciously yet viciously at the girl before taking another sip of tea. Scott had always had a knack for being needlessly cruel at times, but even for him, that was low. Still, she had hurt his car. As far as Scott was concerned, this was an act of war. And he had every intention of treating it just the same.

He got up and put his cup down on the coffee table, still calm and affable. "Well, if you won't take a truce, and you have no counter-proposal I suppose that settles it," he said cheerfully. He hoisted Sophia to her feet and strode to the door, pulling her along behind him. He forced her out of the doorway and stopped just long enough to say, "I suggest you let bygones be bygones while I'm still in a good mood. Get off my property, and if you value that pretty little neck of yours, stay off it."

And he slammed the door in her face.

#para:vengeance

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Scott and Leslie | Liar

Leslie woke up sweating bullets. Her breathing was heavy and rapid. She must’ve had a bad dream. A dream of her being stabbed. Leslie looked at the clock on the nightstand beside her, the clock read 3:30 laid back down in the bed and closed her eyes, taking slow and easy breaths. Everything was getting back to normal, until a sharp pain rippled through her body. Her eyes popped open and she quickly sat up, which she regretted, because began to get worse. She pulled back the covers to she that she was only in her bra and panties and has a bandage wrapped around her middle. The white bandage was soaked with dried blood. “Holy shit!” Was all Leslie could say. Those words were the only words that were going through her head at the moment.

Leslie looked around at her surroundings and realized that she wasn’t in her apartment. She was as someone else’s apartment or house. Just by the looks of the bedroom, it looked rather expensive. Leslie slowly got out of the bed, careful not to disturb her stomach and began to explore her new resting place. From what she seen so far her suspensions, were correct the place was rather expensive.

She walked into the living room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Scott laying on the couch sleeping, he was still in his suit from earlier. He must’ve passed out while he was taking care of me. Leslie thought to herself with a slight smile. She watched him sleep and saw how peaceful he looked. Leslie walked towards him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Scott had laid Leslie out on his bed the instant he got home, not even noticing the potential awkwardness as he removed her dress to tend to the wound. He cleaned it as best as he could and wrapped some bandage around Leslie's torso, though his hands were shaking a bit. Finally, he had taken care of the wound as best he could, and decided to just let her rest, resolving to check on her in a few hours. He pulled the covers up over the young woman, kissing her forehead, and then took to the couch, falling into an uneasy sleep.

He was suddenly woken up when he felt someone kiss his cheek, and his blue eyes fluttered open. "Leslie...?" he muttered vaguely as everything came into focus again. Once he realized she was up, he was fully awake and sprang to his feet, grabbing a spare blanket for her to use as a cover up. He helped her onto the couch into a position that wouldn't be painful.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, sitting down across from her, still a bit panicked. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen... Luckily they didn't stab you very deeply, I don't think they hit any organs... You really shouldn't be on your feet just yet, though, you need to rest..." He stopped talking for a moment. He wasn't really used to being the panicked one.

#para:liar

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Scott and Leslie | Liar

Another hour have passed and still no sign of Scott. Leslie’s irritated mood turned into anger, she was thinking that he had just left her. This had to of been a joke. Just as she was about to leave, something went totally wrong. Out of nowhere the party turned from calm to chaos in a split second. They were people running and screaming, about finding a dead body. Leslie began to panic and began to search for Scott.

Running through the sea of people, Leslie felt a sharp pain ripple through her body. Ignoring it, she continued to look for Scott, until the pain grew and she felt her energy slowly going down. Leslie placed her hand on her stomach and felt a warm, wet liquid. Looking down, she gasped. It was blood. She was stabbed.

Leslie felt her eyes going heavy and her vision became blurry. Her breathing also became slowed and she felt weak. She drifted in and out of consciousness, until she finally gave up. She collapsed. The last the thing she heard was Scott’s voice.