YOUNG WILD & FREE

DYLAN JANE RHODES twenty seven. stripper. She had more to offer a man in a glance than most women gave in a lifetime; knew what she wanted and wasn't too particular how she got it.

[xofemeraldstars]

[ganseysmagicians]

[dylanrhcdes]

 dcminicleo‌:

Laughing, Dominic took the drink she had slid over, lifting it up and downing it quickly and placing the glass back down. Dominic actually liked the fact that Dylan didn’t care enough to ask about anything or try and find any deeper meaning in the things he said. He wasn’t looking for that, he never was. He liked things uncomplicated and Dylan was that. He didn’t know what it was about her but she was more than likely just as detached as him, at least when it came to other people, jokes and sarcasm were key. “As much as I hate crushing your dreams, Bill and Dan don’t really know how to hunt ghosts. — I know it’s a lot to take in.” Dominic commented back, cupping his hand around the empty glass. “I’m pretty sure I’d burn in a place like that, which only makes it more tempting.” Rolling his eyes, Dominic laughed once again, narrowing his eyes at the bartender. “Have you always been this much of a sadist?” He asked, sitting up straight. “I mean, it’s kinda hot.”

Dylan’s jaw dropped, though she tried o make it obvious that it was meant in jest. “Wait... are you trying to tell me The Ghostbusters aren’t based off true events?” Immediately, the brunette’s face returned back to a neutral expression as she poured herself another shot and just as quickly downed the shot. One of the perks of her job; unlimited access to the bar. “Is there even a church in Hawkins?” Dylan questioned with a laugh, reaching for the bottle one more. “I’d hardly refer to myself as a sadist,” the brunette defended, resting an elbow against the bar top. “I just really get a kick out of watching grown men cry.” Sure, Dylan definitely didn’t dislike Dominic as much as she did most people, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get the same joy out of fucking with him as she did other people. “Whining about your problems never did anyone any good,” the brunette poured another shot for herself, this time adding more liquid to Dominic’s empty shot glass as well. “At least drinking your problems away either ends in sleeping with a stranger or passing out in your bed for a few days.”

[dylanrhcdes]

dcminicleo:

Raising his glass up to his lips, he downed the rest of the drink, placing it back down on the bar as he looked at the brunette behind the bar. “Denying the fact that you care about me will only trouble you at the end of the day but it’s cute, it’s amusing.” The sarcasm was obvious in his voice as he gave the girl a small smile. Dominic didn’t know when it started but the two had always bickered and had always annoyed the other. Leaning forward a little, Dominic crossed his arms on top of the bar when she placed the shot glass down. “What if I told you I’m being haunted?” More like he was being haunting by his past and himself but that wasn’t as “fun.”

Choosing to ignore his previous statement, Dylan instead rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “Haunted?” she repeated, certain there was some sort of deeper meaning, but frankly Dylan didn’t care enough to try and figure it out. “I’d tell you to call Bill Murray and Dan Akroyd,” Dylan answered, reaching for a second shot glass and quickly filling both with an amber colored liquid and pushing one closer to Dom. “Or maybe a priest, but I think you have to believe in God or some shit for that to work.” Downing her own shot, Dylan reached for the bottle again, pouring another shot for herself. “You’re not gonna cry or anything, are you? Because I’d probably give you another shot for some tears.”

[dylanrhcdes]

lucianaramircz: 

             “Employee of the month? Don’t even bother. I’ll never get that title, and I’m not dying to get it either.” The main reason Luciana had this job was because her dad would cut her off otherwise – and the owner couldn’t really fire her because he was making business with her dad. It was a win win situation, because it meant she didn’t have to put all that much hard work into this. “I don’t care which ones we face – at the end of the day, half of them are horny men, and I know how to deal with those. A little bit of trouble can’t hurt.”

“You’ve got the best rack out of all the employees there,” Dylan insisted, looking to get a look at Luciana’s ass, as well. “And ass, too, which is what really matters at the end of the night.” Throwing an arm around her friend’s shoulders, Dylan began to walk towards another location, the former bar already forgotten. “Well in the case, I know of a bar a few blocks from here that’s technically supposed to be neutral territory, which means we can have a lot of fun and get into plenty of trouble. Horny guys who all want to kill each other can’t help but lose their minds over good-looking pussy.”

[dylanrhcdes]

jackozerov‌:

“Uh huh.” Jack’s smile dipped slightly, knowing that it was in her nature to answer like that, but he kept it up as best he could. “I did promise food, but I also remember stipulating that you needed to be shirtless as well.” He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a few things, setting them on the counter before he turned to her. Without any hesitation, he lifted her up and put her on the counter next to his supplies. “Objectify away. Do I need to take off the pants too?”

"Right, right,” Dylan repeated, turning towards the kitchen counter, reaching a hand into her bra and pulling out her work tips and shoving them into her bag and pulling off her shirt as well. “Alright, I’ve officially fulfilled all requirements, so where’s my—” The brunette’s words were cut off as Jackson lifted her up onto the counter, a soft laugh rounding out her statement. “Woah, woah,” Dylan’s hand moved to lay against the other’s chest, playfully pushing him back. “Pants stay on at all times, Oserov. What kind of girl do you think I am?”

[dylanrhcdes]

jackozerov‌:

Jack watched as she took in the sight before her, smirk rising on his features. “What would you call yourself, then?” His curiosity took hold now as it always did with her. Letting out a sigh and rolling his eyes, he pulled his arm back. “Some dumbass with a steak knife. I’m fine. It was actually kind of funny, it was just sticking out all waving around.” He let out a soft laugh and ran his fingers over her arms. “You worried about me?”

“Guess it was one of those you had to be there moments,” Dylan quipped back, taking one last glance at Jack’s arm before meeting the other’s gaze, her arms now crossed tightly over her chest. “Who said I was worried? I was just asking a question.” It would have been easy just to say that Dyan worried, but they both knew she was too stubborn to admit that. “I’m pretty sure you did promise me food though,” the brunette pulled herself away from Jackson’s grip, walking backward to the kitchen. “Hurry up, so I can objectify you properly.”

[dylanrhcdes]

dcminicleo‌:

Looking down at his glass, Dominic shook it around a little, watching as the ice hit from one side to the other. Lost in his own thoughts he was quickly pulled out of them once hearing the girls voice causing him to look up at the brunette. “Aw, it’s nice to know you care, cookie.” Dominic practically mimicked the girl, copying the same tone and opportunity to call her by a dessert. “If I say yes will that get me a free drink?” 

“Now, Dom, you should know better than to confuse my love of picking on you with caring,” Dylan spoke, her tone very obviously meant to be patronizing. Putting the glass she’d been cleaning back in its proper place, the brunette moved over towards Dominic’s end of the bar and reached for an empty shot glass, placing it down in front of him. “I’ll tell you what; if your reason for moping is one I deem interesting, I’ll give you a free shot.”

[dylanrhcdes]

rinn-lee‌:

Rina’s head was elsewhere but in the present, not that it was something new, so when she entered the shop, head down glacing at the piece of paper in her hand where she had written down in a specific order the items she needed to get she missed all the Christmas decorations inside the place. Grabbing a cart, her eyes wandered around and she couldn’t help but frown as she headed towards the first isle. “It’s awfully early for the christmas decorations.” Rina thought outloud as she picked up the first of the items on her list.

Sunglasses covering her eyes, an attempt to try and block any direct light from getting into the brunette’s direct line of vision, Dylan stood in the frozen food section of the supermarket and stared into the frosted glass of the freezer. Mentally weighing the pros and cons of store brand versus name brand frozen pizza, her thoughts were interrupted by another shopper. Looking around the store, she noticed the lights and snowflakes that were hanging around and immediately started to laugh. “We live in fucking Nevada,” she announced loudly, earning herself a dirty glare from a mother who was with a small child. “Anyone who thinks it’s gonna be a White Christmas clearly needs to consider a move.”

[dylanrhcdes]

lucianaramircz:

               “You know what? Kind of smart not to know the guy’s name – keeps you safe.” Not that anyone who took drugs was ever really safe, but Luciana knew a thing or two about the business. It was how she had ended up here after all, thanks to people ratting out her dad. “Absolutely. I thought you’d never ask,” she grinned, gesturing towards the back door. “Let me get my bag and jacket on the way out.” Pulling Dylan away from the dance floor and into the back area, she picked up her belongings without even caring enough to tell her colleagues where she was going, then they were already out the back door. “Where do you want to go?”

Of all the things that crossed Dylan’s mind on a daily basis, safety was hardly ever her main concern. Probably not the wisest way to go through life, but the brunette could never really bring herself to care that much. “I would have asked you sooner but I was trying to help you win Employee of the Month,” Dylan joked, allowing Luciana to pull her through the crowd of people until eventually, the two women had landed outside. “I guess that all depends on how much trouble we want to get into...” Dylan’s voice trailed off, reaching once more for the bag of cocaine she’d stashed in her bra. “I know a few places that’d be happy to have us, just depends if you want to deal with Hell’s Angels or Mayans.”

[dylanrhcdes]

jackozerov‌:

His head turned back as she seemed to roll the words around her mouth, shutting and locking the door behind them. It wasn’t much of a house, but he wasn’t about to let anyone come and interrupt. Jack turned back to her and let out a laugh at the request. “Only if you join me.” He pulled the kutte off his shoulders and hung it up, pulling the long sleeve shirt over his head to toss towards the laundry room. “Happy?”

Dylan’s head tilted slightly to the right, unabashedly admiring Jack’s bare torso, her gaze eventually lifting to meet his. “I’m certainly not unhappy,” the brunette smirked, jumping off the counter top as she walked over to join Jack. Her eyes narrowed in on the bandage wrapped around his bicep, her hand moving to grip his forearm and pull him towards her so she could get a closer look. “What happened to your arm?” she questioned, gaze flicking back and forth between Jack’s face and his arm.

[dylanrhcdes]

( text message ): nell & dylan

NELL: listen, we have a huge fucking problem

NELL: HUGE.

DYLAN: are you about to make a dick joke?

DYLAN: what’s going on?

[killsmonqer]

[dylanrhcdes]

( @jackozerov )

[dylanrhcdes]

for @dcminicleo

“Aw, what’s the matter cupcake?” Dylan called from behind the bar, using the quiet time that came with the day shift to organize in preparation for the evening rush that was a guarantee almost every night. “Did the other kids at school pick on you today?” 

[dylanrhcdes]

lucianaramircz:

             “There’s plenty of reasons, don’t worry about it, beautiful,” she grinned, waiting a bit impatiently for Dylan to hand over the small bag before pouring some of the white powder onto her hand, bringing it up to her nose. “Yeah? I hope it’s a guy my dad paid, then we know this shit is good.” There weren’t many people who Luciana so openly spoke about her dad’s business with, but she had never seen the point in hiding anything from Dylan. “Oh no, he won’t. I’ll kill him before he even gets close. Besides, he’s probably getting drunk somewhere. He won’t know a thing.”

The brunette’s nose scrunched in appreciation, watching as Luciana wasted no time in snorting a generous line of powder up her nose as well. “I wish I cared enough to learn his name,” Dylan admitted with a drug-fueled giggle. “The last guy I went to started dealing to my mother and I shut that shit down real fucking quick.” Seeing her mother at all was usually a headache for the brunette, the last thing Dylan needed was to see her while she was trying to buy narcotics. “Well, since there’s nothing that he can really do, can we blow this popsicle stand go somewhere more fun?” 

[yvesminatozaki]

[nikkimarcello-deactivated201901]

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