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Fade To Black

TRIGGER WARNINGS: blood, violence, motorcycle accidents, broken bones, comas.

TLDR; Eddie ran into a few Rogues at Barry’s. They followed her and ran her off the road. She is alive but unresponsive.

#self-para #tw:blood #tw:motorcycle accident #tw:violence #tw:broken bones #tw:coma

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Seth tries not to linger on the fact that Eddie, his secretary, might not be ready for the impending attack on Olympus, again. He’s always been cautious, if only with the Club. Picking out the weak ones and remembering not to rely on them, it’s one of his necessary steps. And while he doesn’t want that with Eddie, her needing to make an entire Thanksgiving dinner to knock her out seems extreme. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he says, trying not to seem too skeptical, knowing she’ll head off before two beers in. Seth takes his second as he finishes his first, opening it and looking over at her. “You go see anyone in the hospital?” he wonders, knowing that he went to make his rounds, mostly worried about Iris but peeking in on Georgia, Harper and Wyatt too.

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Eddie looks over at him, wondering if he doubts her. It grates on her, the idea that she might be perceived as weak, but it’s late and they were all stressed out. It’s nothing to start a fight over. If anything, it just cements the idea that this was all she would drink tonight. Getting drunk and picking a fight with Seth was the least helpful thing she could imagine doing. “Good. You should be.” she says, nodding and drinking her beer, hoping to leave it there. “Stopped by a few times, but I didn’t go visiting or anything. Figured it’d be best to let them get some rest. Talked to Reina a bit. Stopped by Georgia’s house to see the damage.” Eddie says with a shrug. “It’s damn lucky everyone is gonna be okay.”

#tw:drinking #seth02 #seth

bowieleblanc:

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Bowie makes their way back towards the front counter, lingering near it in case they were needed again for any particular reason. “Not many, no,” They answer honestly. These people in this town are skeptics at best, people who have far more faith in their guns and affiliations. There are the occasional few, and even those people are split into two groups: the purely curious and those who genuinely sought guidance. “Most people just tryin’ to see what I’m doin’ up in here, others buy incense or candles or crystals,” Bowie shrugs. It doesn’t make much of a difference to them, as long as people are coming into Hex and buying something, it doesn’t really matter if they want to purchase any actual services or not.

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“Oh.” Eddie says, a bit surprised but she supposes she shouldn’t be. After all, that’s not what she had come in here for. “Well, I mean, that’s kinda fair. It smells good in here. I love candles.” Eddie says, looking through a bit more before heading back up to the counter. “I think it’ll just be the two rings for today though.” she said, seriously considering asking to have her cards read for a moment before deciding that the cards were unlikely to give her a full name or an address that could help them find the Rogues.

#bowie01 #bowie

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“How fuckin’ generous of you,” he says, rolling his eyes. Seth wasn’t looking for some pity fuck just because she’d made him think that’s what she was there for. He wasn’t that desperate. He could find himself someone else to come over, if he was. Sirens were always looking to fuck a President, hoping that one day they’d be the Old Lady of one. That, of course, didn’t usually appeal to women like Eddie or women that didn’t care for the Club but that was what the man’s looks were for. Seth sends a side-eyed look to Eddie, hearing her lack of sleep, certainly not keeping the woman on her game. Should there be an attack, it just means that he cannot rely on her. “Better figure out what’s gonna get you to sleep because if they come knockin’ I gotta have everyone fuckin’ ready. Enough of this surprised bullshit,” he warns her, figuring that for some it was beer, others it was weed, maybe some it was sex, and some just straight up needed sleep-aids. Somehow, you figure it out, even with all the horror and terror around. Looking at his beer, he nods to her, figuring he only had a few more swigs left of the bottle. “Beer fairy’s lookin’ to get trashed, I guess.”

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Eddie just laughed a bit at the expression on his face, not too surprised by his reaction. The words follow her as she grabs two more beers from the fridge and she takes a moment when he can’t see her face to take a deep breath. She shouldn’t have said anything. She knew better. Standing back up, she shrugs her shoulders. “I’m thinking about makin’ a turkey. Thanksgiving dinner always knocks me out.” she says lightly, walking back to the couch and tossing him a beer as she does, her face becoming serious for just a moment. “I’ll be ready.” she says, and there’s a weight to the words. Despite all of her jokes, she knows how serious this was, and she wasn’t taking anything for granted. She slices her head to the side as she pops open her can. “Nah, I’ll finish this one and then head out. I’m not tryna’ keep you up all night.” she says, content to just not drink alone for a while.

#seth #seth02 #ignore the text #eddie ain't that soft

andythane:

He’s moved to the parking lot, chain smoking his way through the night in an attempt to remain calm. Even with his own children sleeping soundly at home, the rest of his family was having one hell of a night. Iris, Harper, Reina – Though their injuries were manageable, it didn’t ease the fear that found him, especially where his niece is concerned. It had all become a waiting game, one that was an unfortunate test of his patience – So instead of spending any more time trying not to yell at nurses, he settled for getting a bit of fresh air. At least, some version – Aside from his own cigarettes, the lingering smell of smoke continues to fill the air and remind him of what happened. He’s surprised to find Eddie, though it doesn’t give him much pause. Instead, Andy takes a seat next to her, lighting up his own cigarette. “Apparently s’the new hot spot.” Andy rolls his eyes, taking a drag. “Why are you out here?”

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Eddie adjusted herself slightly, giving Andy room to get comfortable. She took a moment to exhale smoke before answering. "Didn't feel like sitting at home with my thumb up my ass, so I figured I'd relax out here. Be another set of eyes in case any of those Rogue fucks feel like coming to gloat." Eddie explained freely, and then forces a grin onto her face. "I mean it was this or start hitting up the guys in rotation but that didn't seem as productive." she joked, hoping to make the man crack a smile. For a brief moment she sobers, her forehead creasing as she looks at Andy and nods her head towards the hospital. "Is it bad in there? The kid gon' be okay?" Eddie wasn't Reina's biggest fan but she liked her kids, and fuck these Rogue bastards for being the type of people to hurt kids without a second thought.

#andy02 #andy #tw: smoking

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“Hm,” he says, with a nod, looking around for his lighter on the counter as she explains her goals— which clearly had nothing to do with Seth and more so to do with drinking. Maybe Seth should’ve remembered her tendency for the blunt— marking this conversation down as a reminder. It had been a while since they fucked but admittedly, he’d figured the whole fucking town knew that Harlow was gone. He’d known that the woman was under a lot of stress, having never dealt with the threats like the Club faced right now. In the end, she couldn’t take this shit anymore and Seth came home to an empty house, clothes gone, Lily sad, and Harlow, nowhere in sight. “Ain’t here,” he says, although that much was obvious. “Skipped out. Club’s too fuckin’ much for the weak,” Seth affirms, knowing that that was only the half of it. Beyond the weakness, the woman was jealous of Seth even looking in another woman’s direction and at the pinnacle of their relationship, where it might go either way— she ran.

“Little bit here and there,” he comments, sipping the beer before placing it beside the couch on the side table. He pulls his cigarette pack from his pocket and lights it with his newfound lighter, breathing in deeply. “You worried about them killin’ you or them burning down the other fuckin’ half of town?”

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Eddie frowned and made a small face, feeling bad for bringing it up. Maybe she should have realized that Harlow wasn’t here, because she was pretty sure the woman had been living here. Maybe? She’s not sure. It didn’t much matter now anyway. At the mention of the club being too much for a weak, Eddie scoffs quietly in agreement, her mind drifting briefly to her own mother. The shit the club was going through now was not the usual, exactly, but in Eddie’s opinion if you couldn’t get through the bad shit then you didn’t deserve the good. Still, she feels bad for her friend. Everything that had happened to everyone was hitting them all, but Seth was the one who had a certain amount of responsibility attached to it all. On top of that he’d lost an eye and his girl. “Okay, well in that case I’ll fuck you before I leave.” Eddie said, giving him a huge grin. It didn’t matter whether he took her up on it or not. She’d mostly said it to make him smile.

She takes another sip of her beer and wrinkles her nose at the question as she thinks. “It’s more like...” Eddie’s frown deepened as she tried to get the thought into words. “I can’t sleep, until I know where they sleep.” she said slowly, not sure if that covered it exactly. With a sigh she rolls her eyes, feeling stupid. “Or maybe it’s insomnia. I don’t know. You want a refill?” she asks, draining her beer and standing to grab another.

#tw:drinking #tw:sex mention #seth02 #seth

reinathane:

The past few days have been nothing short of a complete nightmare. What Reina had originally hoped to be minor complications and a cautionary tale for Iris has become something much more serious, her little lungs having taken more damage than they ever should have thanks to the extra time she spent inside the house during the fire. She’ll be fine in the long run, the doctors have all said so, but seeing her hooked up to oxygen with no discharge date confirmed yet has run Reina ragged. Coffee, at this point, is the only thing that’s been keeping her going — and she’s going for her fourth cup of the day when she sees the other woman, trying to keep the surprise out of her features as she walks up to her. “Eddie.” The tone of her greeting is much less hostile than it normally is when she speaks with the woman, which is saying something considering how exhausted she is. She doesn’t know why she dislikes Eddie so much — other than the fact that her name is Eddie, which Reina thinks is a ridiculous nickname that she’d never use if she knew the woman’s given name — but there’s something about her that rubs Reina the wrong way. She’s part of the club, though, and at the end of the day that means she’s family whether Reina likes it or not. “Coffee’s coffee, I haven’t exactly had the opportunity to be picky lately,” she says, accepting the coffee with what she considers to be a smile — although most people would beg to differ that it even counts as one. “Do you often frequent hospital coffee stations or is this a new thing for you?”

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Eddie tries not to let surprise show on her face when Reina doesn’t immediately start in with a insult. Damn, she must be exhausted. Was that a smile? Nah, maybe just a weird tick she’d developed from the stress of it all. The question posed to her is fair, since it’s late and Eddie didn’t have a particular room she was visiting. Mostly, she felt like it would be saying something if she didn’t show up. What kind of person would she be if she just went home without spending at least a little time keeping an eye out for the people who’d been hurt? “It’s new. I hear it’s the new hotspot. Real up and coming.” Eddie replied with a nod, and though she didn’t smile it was clear she was joking. “But no, I just wanted to come by. Make sure no one sketchy is hanging out here... besides you.” she said, mustering up a little smile. “See if you guys need anything, or if there’s shit you want me to grab for ya’.” she offered. For a moment Eddie thinks about offering to do a quick round of clothes shopping for Reina and the kids, but she thinks a blood vessel in the woman’s forehead may burst at the idea of Eddie picking out her clothes.

#reina01 #reina #i love Reina #Eddie doesnt #but i do

wesleyevans:

“Alright that’s debatable cause y’know Blake’s definitely a real woman when it comes to all that,” He’d go into greater detail but figured that work probably wouldn’t be the place for all that. Though he had talked about worse shit while on the job. “I’m not the expert either,” He admitted with a shrug, but most people around here weren’t. Besides like Rowan. “Way worse people, huh?” He couldn’t help but crack a smirk at that comment, “‘M glad I’m in that category.” He figured Eddie was joking anyways, so it wasn’t like he’d actually take offense. “Thank god me and him have got Blake, that’s all I can say.”

Honestly, he didn’t take any offense to who had been by to see Jace and who hadn’t. It had been a busy few weeks along with the shit that went down, he wasn’t even keeping track of who had and hadn’t seen him. He only would’ve been offended if Rowan and Andy didn’t come see Jace. “Don’t worry about it,” He waved her off with his hand. “You can see him when you drop off that casserole now anyways.” Wes never really knew what they were low on, that was more Blake’s department and he just did what she said. “I can ask Blake but we’re probably fine.”

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Eddie barked out a laugh and shook her head. “I’m sure you know all about Blake bein’ a real woman... seein’ as y’all got a kid. I don’t need the dirty details.” she said, taking another sip of her soda before picking up a wrench to go back to a few last minute adjustments. “Yeah, it’s a good thing someone in your house knows what they’re doin’.” Eddie said. She and Blake were very different, and Eddie wasn’t sure if the other woman’s ability to keep her shit together came from taking care of her siblings from such a young age, or just from a natural instinct. Either way, it was something foreign to Eddie, and she respected her for it.

“No worries, my man.” Eddie said. She’d pick some up regardless. Wasn’t like they had a never-ending supply. Using the back of her hand to rub at an itch on her cheek, she turns and raises an eyebrow at Wes. “So, can I just ask real quick- Who the fuck calls themselves ‘Rogues’? Sound like a bunch of low-budget X-Men.” she says with a little laugh.

#wes01 #wes

bowieleblanc:

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They smile as they listen to the woman go on, taking no offense in the voodoo comments. They didn’t find the practice weird, to say the least. If Bowie got hung up on every little thing, every misconception, people said and had about the religion that’s run in their family for generations, they would have died an early death long, long ago. Long before the two of them could stand here now and discuss which rings she should get.

“How about this,” Bowie starts. “Buy one, get one free. I won’t tell the owner,” They offer simply with a wink. What’s one simple ring? It’s not like it’s going to send them straight into bankruptcy and eviction. But vines, a symbol of strength, endurance, survival, and progress. Bowie looks over the collection of rings they have on display before picking one up and holding it up for the woman. It’s a simple ring with a handmade, wire wrapped band and a beautiful, small, translucent brown stone. “Axinite. I think it’ll pair nice with the vines,” They say, leaving it at that. It’s a crystal of strength and endurance, but Bowie doesn’t intend to bore the woman with the details.

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Eddie grins like a little kid at the idea of a deal. This was just fueling her addiction and she wasn’t mad about it. “Love a deal.” she said with a nod. She watches as Bowie picks out a ring with a simple brown stone and Eddie’s smile widens. She didn’t like fancy rings with diamonds or sapphires, but whatever this axe stone was looked pretty and simple, her two pre-requisites for her jewelry. “Sold.” Eddie said. “Thank you.” she added, seeing which finger she’d want them on. Glancing around the store she tipped her head and looked at all of the foreign looking objects. She knew what they were and she’d seen the like in New Orleans, but it still felt mysterious to her. “Do a lot of people come in to get their fortunes read?” she asks, genuinely curious if Olympus was secretly a huge hub of believers in the occult.

#bowie01 #bowie

#Spotify

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bowieleblanc:

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Bowie has a habit of lingering around the shop, never at the front counter. They usually have to yell from the back of the store, letting their presence be known before a customer turns and walks away. But when the woman asks the question, they reappear into full view so that they’re able to give her the attention she deserves. And the question, it makes Bowie laugh. Only things touched by light occupied the front of house, but the stuff touched by darkness? Well… They could definitely show that too, of course if the person inquiring is brave enough. “No, baby,” Bowie chuckles and makes their way over to the woman, looking down at the rings before looking back up at her. “All positivity, made with love,” They wink at her with a welcoming, disarming smile. “Anything caught your eye?”

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Eddie nods a bit when Bowie laughs, hoping that was a good sign. “Oh, good. I mean, I’m sure cursed objects come in handy and all but I got enough shit right now, you know?” Eddie said with a little shrug. “Weird, voodoo curse shit would just be a bit too much for me right now.” she says with a smile. It might not be something she believes in, but the owner themselves seems to be made of positivity, so maybe there was something to it. “I think... this one is in the lead.” Eddie said, picking up a simple sterling ring that looked like vines. “But I am open to suggestions.” she added, knowing she wasn’t going to be able to buy just one.

#bowie01 #bowie

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Seth closes the door as Eddie makes herself at home, his eyes practically rolling out of his head. The fact was, you didn’t text someone at one in the morning for anything but sex or if someone died. That was just the unspoken rule of literally everyone ever. He takes the beer and opens it, heading to flop to the couch to join her. “Usually when someone texts someone at one in the fuckin’ mornin’, it normally means someone’s dead— which they better not fuckin’ be, we’ve got enough of that shit— or it means that they are comin’ to fuck. Not be the fuckin’ beer fairy whatever that shit even means?” he tells her with a half-chuckle. Leave it to Eddie to not understand the rules of this sort of thing. While they’d known each other for a number of years, maybe Seth still didn’t have a grasp on her. “I was workin’ and plannin’ on heading to bed soon,” he tells her. And while that was maybe partially true, Seth wasn’t sure how the whole sleep thing would end up panning out for him. The man had a lot on his mind.

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Eddie’s forehead creases as she listens, but there’s a smile on her face all the same. “I’d never text if someone died. That’s a phone call. For sure.” she said, taking a sip of her beer. “Also, when I hit you up for a fuck, I send the eggplant emoji and the water emoji... and then I usually just ask if you want to fuck.” she says, giving him a look like she should know that shit, but it’s all in good fun. “I’m not exactly cryptic about it.” It had been a long while since that had happened, but she wasn’t shy about asking. Still, he had a girlfriend right now, or at least someone he was seeing. “You thought we were gonna...?” Eddie asked, trailing off, ever so slightly confused. She’s not above sleeping with people who were in relationships, but those exceptions was reserved for strangers, not people she knew. “You know sleeping with other people is usually a sure fire way to piss your girlfriend off, right? Where’s Harlow?”

A part of her feels bad when he says he was going to be going to bed, but she figures he’ll kick her out once he’s ready.“You actually been sleeping? I’m fuckin’ jealous.” she says, resting her arm on the side of the couch and propping her head up and using the other hand to sip the beer.

#tw:drinking #tw:sex mention #seth02 #seth

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“Sounds like you want my ass to be fuckin’ sick as Hell of chili within a few fuckin’ days and you’re not going to make that for me again for a couple’a months,” he counters. Not that Seth didn’t like chili and not that he didn’t admire the thought of the versatility of the meal but he also wasn’t going to eat it if she brought it over again next week. The man cooked for himself, normally, he’s just been busy. “She’s done it before, she’ll do it again,” he reminds her. Reina, while not the most motherly of the Old Ladies, wasn’t one to be shown up. She was a Stepford wife with a dead husband as far as Seth was concerned. And her obvious last resort would be to have Harper whip something up. “Think we need to think of the entire town here. Club’s giving but they ain’t that giving,” he shrugs, knowing that they all had limits and having gave money for Sutton Hart’s funeral only months ago, Seth doesn’t know what they’ll get for the newbie. “If the Rogues want the town, then they ain’t gonna blow up an entire fuckin’ fundraiser with townies. Having a fundraiser, just us— wouldn’t put it past ‘em to blow up the fuckin’ Dive with us all in it. We’ll run security though.”

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Eddie gave a shrug. “Yes. I’m clearly just trying to poison you.” she says dryly but smirks all the same. Of course Reina’s baked before, because Reina’s done everything, she thinks a bit bitterly. Reina was part of who Eddie considered to be family... she just happened to be Eddie’s least favorite and she was sure the feeling was mutual. “What a saint.” she says with a tight smile before taking a giant few sips of the coffee. It was still hot, but bearable now and she would need it to keep functioning. “Okay. Fundraisers. Whole town. Guess I better start askin’ around.” Eddie said, scribbling further down her arm, pulling up her sleeve to get to fresh skin. She hoped Seth was right and that the Rogue’s wouldn’t be interested in attacking with the whole town there. Her fear was that it would the opposite. The last thing she wanted was to use the town as a shield. That was a sure way to have the whole fuckin’ place turn against them. “I’ll start gettin’ a list of businesses together to see if they want to donate shit. We can do a raffle or something.” she said, adding it to the list as she took another gulp of the coffee. “You and Reina can maybe offer a free stay at La Fortuna or something as one of the bigger items? Gift cards and baskets donated from around town. People’ll eat that shit up.” she said, her leg bouncing unconsciously as she thought. Not part of her wanted to sit still right now. “You know what, I’m just gonna get a jump on this now.” she said shrugging before standing and chugging the rest of her coffee before putting the mug in the sink.

#tw:poison mention #seth01 #seth

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The text that comes late at night is usually one that means that he gets something out of it. Being that it’s Eddie, someone Seth hasn’t hooked up with in a number of months, maybe it’s a dumb conclusion. Harlow’s only been gone a few days and maybe people hadn’t even realized considering the man is trying to do his own shit. However, it doesn’t stop him from sending a quick, ‘Come over’ to her inbox and go to the bathroom to clean himself up before she arrives. He’d been up working while watching some TV, trying to pass the time and busy himself until he’s tired enough to sleep. Now, he’s preparing his home a little bit for the woman’s arrival.

When she rapps on the door, Seth moves to answer it, shirt off, tattoos out— only to be greeted by the self-proclaimed beer fairy, something that he’s not expecting. “Beer fairy?” he says, letting her in, stepping back. A confused look comes across his face. “Ed, it’s 1am and you’re bringin’ me beer?” Certainly it was not what he had in mind and that much is clear on his face.

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Seeing Seth without his shirt off is nice, but nothing new. She gives him a quick once over appreciatively, but strolls in past him towards the fridge to put the beers away. As she’s crouched down, pulling two out of the case she can hear the confusion in his voice and it has her frowning with confusion of her own as she turns and tosses him one. “Yeah. It was my idea to hang out. I’m not gonna come over empty handed. That’s fuckin’ rude.” she said, cracking the tab before taking a sip and heading to sit on the couch. “And quit acting like 1am is late for you. I asked if you were up before I came over.” she said, kicking off her shoes and getting comfortable, tossing him a smile, grateful to not be home alone with her thoughts. “What are you answering the door all sexy for anyway? Showin’ off your new tai-bo routine?”

#seth02 #seth #tw:drinking

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“Yeah,” he says, pouring another mug— the mug that was normally designated for another but this morning, it was Eddie’s, if nothing but out of spite. Seth’s been deep in his work and in the bottle, drinking too much and working too much, as usual. Far be it for him to change the pace of things now that he’s back to where he started, just add in a town falling apart. Looking over his shoulder at the dog and Eddie, he shrugs. “Yeah, fridge is fine. Guess I’ll be eatin’ that instead of Mama Kay’s, huh?” he says, handing over the mug to the woman before sitting himself down on the couch, placing his mug on the coffee table of his living room. “Don’t care, no. Figure whatever looks nice and ain’t gonna cost ‘em an arm and a leg,” he remarks. Seth’s been thinking of the poor rookie that met his end far too soon lately. He feels guilt, knowing those were orders made from him and the rest of the Club to go out on the job. Seth wasn’t looking to send Blake but in the end, Blake was itching at the chance to be back following her hiatus. “Get something together, start collectin’ donations or something. Have a party, charge at the keg… Bake some shit with the Old Ladies, I dunno,” he suggests, having done this so many damn times that it was becoming second nature. The Club always needed funds. “If you need a place to host, Dive’s open or we can take it up t’ NOLA.”

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Eddie accepts the coffee and nods her head. “Yeah, dude. Chili and eggs for breakfast, bowl of chili for lunch and throw that shit on a roll, you got a sloppy joe dinner. Versatile as fuck.” she said with a bit of pride. Eddie plopped down on the other end of the couch. She took a small sip of coffee but it was still hot as hell and burned her tongue, so she made a small noise of pain and put it down to let it cool a bit before she tried that again. She took her pen out and began to scribble in her indecipherable shorthand on the bare skin at her wrist. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see if Reina wants to bake some muffins.” Eddie says, her eyes rolling but it’s a joke, not a criticism. “Dive will work if we, so long as we don’t have the strippers... shit or maybe extra strippers? Beef and beer is easy enough. Potluck or maybe we can get the Calliope to cater?” she says, all whilst scribbling on her arm. “Uhhhkay, and what about security?” Eddie asks, reaching out to take another sip of her hopefully cooler coffee. “Want a handful on duty all day, or are we doing a rotation, or you want a volunteer list? Throw it at me, my dude.”

#seth01 #seth #ignore text

@detectivecallahan

Location: Mama Kay’s

When: Morning after the arson

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Eddie only didn’t like cooking for just herself. It was either huge platters of food that covered every counter in her kitchen, or it was eating out. Sitting at the counter she mumbles a thank you as she sips on her coffee and tries to figure out how to get the perfect bite of potatoes, egg and sausage onto her fork. She noticed the detective walk in and sighed, hoping he wasn’t about to ask any questions. There weren’t any witnesses she knew of to them shooting up the Rogue’s safe house... but he was a detective and it was his job to ask questions. Lame job, but his choice. Was a detective like a private eye? In old movies they called them ‘dicks’. So... it could be that he was Dick Willy. Eddie snorted in barely suppressed laughter as she sipped her coffee.

#will #will01

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