✧ 𓂅 closed for @hcllscapes ( briar & isa ) , the gym !
the gym was a happy place ten minutes ago . that was right before her headphones died . now she was stuck on the stairmaster listening to taylor swift over the loudspeaker tell her about karma and wondering how loud she’d have to scream to blow out her own eardrums . unfortunately for the person on the machine beside her , isa wouldn’t suffer alone . misery loved company or whatever . “ who the hell do they have on aux do you think ? ” she questioned in between deep breaths . “ it has to be a twelve year old right ? where is the angry guitar and grunt singing music ? that’s motivational . ”
briar had a tendency of zoning the background out while she was at the gym, her eyes focused on what was in front of her and that was about it, was no different in that moment. only partially hearing what was said next to her by someone she contemplated turning the volume of her music louder and pretending she hadn't heard it at all, but for a second she decided she should be more sociable and turned to the other with a lazy smile. taking her headphones off one ear she quirked an eyebrow "what you don't like shaking it off your workout ?" she taunts with a smirk "you listen to fucking metal during? is it really motivational? or just aggressive?"
STARTER: open — capping at ( 04 / 06 )
WHERE AND WHEN: deseo, around 8pm or so.
. . . . . ╰──╮ the music is loud, the air thick with smoke and laughter, the kind of night that promises trouble before it even really begins. deseo is packed, the bar drowning in orders, and jett is in his element – moving fast, pouring drinks, trading easy grins with familiar faces.
he leans against the counter, forearms resting on the polished wood, and looks at the person across from him. his smile is lazy, teasing, the kind that makes it seem like he’s got all the time in the world when, really, he doesn’t.
❛ — so, what’s it gonna be tonight? ❜ he asks, tapping his fingers against the bar top. ❛ — something strong? something smooth? or are we feeling reckless? ❜
she pauses what she was doing, looking at her phone and tuning out the people around her when the figure appeared on the corner of her eyes in front of her. she looks up, head tilting slightly as the options are listed and a small smirk tugs at her lips "have you ever known me to go with anything other than something strong? i thought you would have guessed by now." she shrugs.
They say it comes it threes. Buzz died. Tenth anniversary of Colt’s death. Turning thirty five. There, that’s three, that’s it. He’s maxed out for the amount of things he can take at the moment. Aylin inheriting the Fagan family home instead of him was already inching him over the edge; But he's choosing to deal with that by ignoring the situation entirely.
However, being the proud owner of Straton Convenience and Gas, this situation was one he couldn’t ignore.
Today, he spends his thirty fifth go around the sun, sitting in the back office of the shop, looking for the insurance information for the store. Buzz kept the office in disarray; The man lacked decent organization. Cade has looked through stacks and stacks of paperwork with no luck of finding a damn thing. Only about a thousand stacks left.
Word must’ve gotten around town about the brawl, just as he expected. Not a peep of a customer all day. He keeps the office door wide open, so when the door does chime to announce a visitor, Cade hears it. Can’t see shit from where he’s sitting, he doesn’t know who stopped by for a visit.
“Not sure if you can tell by all of the glass and garbage on the floor,” he calls out to them, “but we’re closed."
she didn't really intend to be there at that moment specially after what happened — she had heard about it of course but didn't know the extent until she was walking through the door — but desperate times called for desperate measures. briar's face turns as she walks in and sees the state of everything, her shoes kicking the garbage out of the way as she moved to where she needed to be. the words pull her back in and she arches an eyebrow and looks at him "not sure if you can tell but i don't give a fuck." she takes the product on her hand " you really shouldn't be turning down business when you need it to get this repaired."
( EVA DE DOMINICI. THIRTY ONE. CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER. ) in texas, BRIAR SCOTTO is known to most as ROSE. they have been riding with the diablos for TEN YEARS. they’re originally from STRATFORD and the RIDER is known to be very DECEITFUL & BLUNT but the other club members will tell you they are CHARMING & GREGARIOUS. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they’re usually at RIVER CATCH RESTAURANT, working as a OWNER. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do BUSY WOMAN by SABRINA CARPENTER is usually heard blasting. ( the smell of fresh flowers as you walk in, a collection of faux fur and leather jackets, hair thrown into a messily yet perfectly placed manner, intense eyes that could make anyone crack. )
tw: abuse, alcoholism
name: briar ursula alonso scotto
nickname: rose ( given to her in homage to the princess of same name briar rose since she always acts like a stuck up princess )
date of birth: october 30th, 1993
zodiac sign: scorpio
age: thirty-one
gender: cis woman
pronouns: she/her
orientation: bisexual / biromantic
hometown: stratford
language spoken: english, spanish and a bit of french
occupation: owner of river catch restaurant and rider for the diablos
since the day briar was born, she never truly understood familial love. her father was more interested in getting into one of the clubs — more specifically, the reapers, who never really gave a shit about him — than in paying any attention to his family. meanwhile, her mother was so desperate for her husband’s attention that she never cared for the child she had brought into the world. briar was never really meant to be; her very existence was just one of her mother’s desperate attempts to keep her father’s attention. and once that failed, neither of them ever gave her the time of day.
as she grew up, her mother drowned herself in alcohol to fill the void her husband left, while her father was simply absent. when he was around, he would scream at briar and reprimand her for anything he could think of, taking out all his frustrations on her while her mother sat by, wasting away on liquor — only to occasionally reward briar’s suffering with fleeting moments of affection.
from a young age, briar became independent and learned her worth. she refused to let anyone else define it for her — especially not the sorry excuse of a man she had to call father. she knew neither of her parents would ever provide for her, so she learned to do everything herself. it was through this self-reliance that she discovered her love for cooking. the kitchen became her escape, muffling both her mother’s cries and the chaos of her home life.
at seventeen — just a week away from her birthday — her father once again stood screaming in her face about something she couldn’t have cared less about. but this time, she snapped. pushing back against him, she yelled and cursed, finally unleashing years of pent-up anger. as soon as the words left her mouth, he struck her for the first time. sitting there, nursing a busted lip, she knew she had to leave as soon as possible.
on her eighteenth birthday, she packed her bags and left. she didn’t go far — just to newton — but it already felt like a breath of fresh air. she soon found work as a cook in a simple restaurant and threw herself into learning everything she could about the craft. building a life of her own wasn’t difficult — she had never depended on anyone before, and she wasn’t about to start now.
no one ever knew the truth about her upbringing. briar had always carried herself with a certain poise, effortlessly deflecting questions and pretending when needed. because of this, people often assumed she was entitled and spoiled, mistaking her self-sufficiency and confidence for privilege.
when she was twenty-one, someone she considered close suggested that she join the diablos. at first, she jumped at the opportunity as an act of defiance. besides, she had always loved riding — the only skill her useless father had actually bothered to teach her. but once she was in, she quickly realized that the club wasn’t just rebellion; it was a home. for the first time in her life, she felt like she had a family.
the moment she had the chance, briar started saving money to invest in her dream. not too long ago, she finally achieved it — opening her very own restaurant, her pride and joy, river catch.
tdlr on personality:
briar is a very strong-headed person, she is stubborn and defiant will tell you how it is and why it is her way. extremely blunt and doesn’t really care that can make her sound like a bitch sometimes.
a lot of people have a preconceived version of her in their minds and she doesn’t care to change their minds, they can think what they want as long as she gets what she wants.
she holds her true emotions close to her heart and it’s hard to crack her and get to be vulnerable but if you’re someone she deems worthy she would never keep a secret from you.
definitely not someone that you would like to be on her bad side, she is very vindictive.
very poised and would never have anything out of place in her appearance, doesn’t want to show any signs of weakness and that is one thing she can control.
however she is also very charming, a bright smile whenever is needed and she can talk her way into anything and is very sweet to get what she needs.
is super sociable and will talk to anyone that gives her time of day, and will lure people into a false sense of closeness by how she speaks with them.
