murphy was taking a break as he approached the bar. he wanted to talk to one of the bartenders about some drama that was happening behind the sense of the club. as the blonde was approaching he heard someone offer him a drink. “um, sure. what did you have in mind?” in all honesty the night murphy was having very stressful a drink was going to do him good.
“I don’t really know, you choose a drink, I guess, and I pay it for you. And maybe we can talk or something, it’s how I saw it working in tv shows and movies.” Hunter explained. As he had never flirted or even looked at other women or men since he was seventeen, it was a bit hard for him to do so at this moment.
Almost empty glass in hand, Zane glances over at the man offering to buy him a drink, small smirk flickering across his face. “I won’t say no to a drink, especially in the spirit of trying some things.”
Looking at the young man, Hunter smiled softly and nodded slightly. "Just take whatever you want. I'll pay that for you." He said with a shrug, as he locked his cellphone. "I'm Hunter."
°☆.。SOMEHOW, shiloh always entered up in different clubs. mostly because he liked to experiment, to feel the different vibes of every new place he would visit.. while mostly he would start a chat with someone around, now he just remained in an awkward silence as he listened to the soft music playing. this was never his kind of night, but he would admit that the alcohol could be much worse. yet, admittedly he was rather glad when someone started to talk to him. ‘ hello to you, too ?? though, i will never refuse a free drink. ’
“Yeah, hello.” Hunter answered on a soft tone. “I’m sorry, I just don’t come in this kind of place often, it makes me feel a bit.. It’s awkward.” He admitted before waving at the bartender to have their attention. “Just order what you want, I’ll pay.” He said with a slight smile. “I’m Hunter. You are?”
━★ ( chris pine, male, he-him ) hey, that’s ( hunter lane ), finally paying a visit again from ( charleston, sc ). the ( thirty-two ) year old is known to be ( kind & loyal ) but you’ll find that they can be ( secretive & shy ), too. i heard one of their favorite spots to hangout is ( the balcony ) and ( you don’t know ) by ( katelyn tarver ) always seems to be playing around them. ( warm nights, burning hot tea, soft perfume, pen writing. )
So, this intro is probably gonna be short as I’m still writing his biography, but I hope it will be enough to understand Hunter. More under the cut. (Trigger warning for murders and drugs)
• Hunter has always been the good little boy, the child who never did something wrong, who only had straight A's and who was meant to have a bright future. Though, he was only doing it for his parents' happiness. So he became a cop, to please them, even if it wasn't what he wanted to do. Good child until the end of all, after all.
• When he was in high school, he met a girl, Shelby. She was his first love, and he stayed with her until about a month ago. Through the years, he had stopped loving her, but as he had promised and as he wanted to look stable when he grew up, he never said anything.
• A few years ago, Hunter had arrested and put to jail someone who swore to make him pay. Which actually was true. About a month ago, this same guy took his revenge on him. His girlfriend got killed in the process, and as Hunter wanted it to stop, he started working for him. You can understand from that, this guy wasn't a good person and made Hunter go in things he wished he never would go through. So he snapped.
• He tried to pretend everything was okay for about a month, but as he wasn't feeling good and as he was done with people telling him he only had reasons to be happy, he decided to leave. In fact, even if he hadn't call his sister, he came on the island hoping she would help him.
Sitting at the bar in the Balcony, Hunter kept looking at his cellphone. He had to stop thinking about the past, no matter how hard it was. And to do so, he had to move on, stop thinking about her, she was dead, it was just it. Looking up at the person next to him, the former cop smiled slightly. “Can I offer you a drink? I’m not used to do that but, let’s try some things.”
a lack of sleep was something marnie was used to — particularly if she’d been working late, but today it was hitting her extra hard. she’d taken up a table at the bean with intention of catching up on some emails, but her body seemed to have a different idea. the sound of a drink being placed down on the table, caused her to bolt upright — apparently she’d fallen asleep with her head in her hand. “ okay, am i delirious ? because i don’t remember ordering that. ”
“Yeah, that’s mine.” Hunter said on a soft tone as he had follow the waitress that wasn’t even believing him when he said this tea was his, as if he would be stupid enough - and desperate enough - to steal someone’s tea. “She just.. I told her it’s mine but she didn’t believe me.” A deep sigh got out of Hunter’s mouth as he handed her the drink he had in hand. “I hope that’s yours, or else.. Someone else’s might have it.”
