hell yeah

[jamescn-cassidy]

Jameson felt a bit disappointed to be caught up in this situation. Here he was only recently released and he was already acting like he was up to something. He wasn't but that didn't stop the fact he had that guilty look on his face. " Yeah if you wanna help me pull this out a little further. I have bad leverage right now " he noted before shaking his head. " Not in this case. I already tried it" @its-wolff-greenwall

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff glanced at Jameson before stepping in to help with the situation, despite his lack of knowledge about fixing machines. He knew his strength might not solve the problem but wanted to offer support, understanding how he'd appreciate someone doing the same for him. Determined to assist, Wolff took hold of the machine, gently tugging it forward bit by bit, the sound of it scraping across the floor echoing in the room. "Just watch your body. I don't want it running across your foot or your hands," Wolff advised with concern. "That would hurt like a bitch," he added.

[screamqueen-slcter]

Seeing this kind of situation was mainly why Kalina never really went out. She hated the crowds and the people and there were aspects of just meeting with someone casually before going home that seemed like it was going to be a hassle. As soon as she left her spot, Kali was going to head home, only to be bumped into by someone. If she had been aware of her surroundings she would have been fine, but Kalina was small and not aware and felt like she was going to make friends with the floor before the other person steadied her. " No, no it's okay " She replied in a small but sure voice. " I'm okay, I just didn't realize what was happening here. That was my fault" @its-wolff-greenwall

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff was a boxer, but he wasn't someone who liked to cause intentional harm. His nature was gentle despite his profession, always mindful of others' well-being. After ensuring the person he'd accidentally bumped into was steady and on their feet, he released them and nodded reassuringly. "No, you're good, I promise! I was walking backwards and didn't realize someone was behind me," he admitted sincerely. Concerned, he quickly followed up, "Are you okay? I feel really bad," reflecting his genuine care and regret for the unintentional mishap.

[vincentquinn]

Looking up at the towering man, the significant height difference was hard to miss. Jason shrugged, "I mean, you can give it a shot. I've been struggling with the lock for the past ten minutes because I refuse to walk up a single flight of stairs," he said as he casually ran a hand through his disheveled chestnut hair. After blowing out a breath, he added, "Rent's kinda ridiculous when you don't have a functioning door in the parking garage."

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff's amusement turned to sympathy, and he stepped forward and leant down tugging at the door. It licked, but it didn't do much good. His fingers went under the machine feeling if something got wedged, which it had. "Don't suppose you hae got any tools on you?" He asked. "I feel like if we had something long and thin that it'll unlatch it.

[levinxliza]

"Of course. Strawberry or blueberry?" She asked, already moving to where the fruit pastries were, "Or, I just finished a batch of some with a fresh lemon curd, if you want to try them?" It was a new recipe she'd been trying, and while she liked it, Liza wasn't sure how the general public would go for it. Heading then to the coffee machine, her smile grew at the offer, "Well, I suppose five minutes won't hurt too much." She agreed with a laugh, getting out a second cup for herself--one for iced coffee instead. "It's part of the job." She mused, glancing over to what he was referring to as she got his coffee done. "Besides, I'd rather clean up crumbs and napkins than have someone hate what I made so much that they smear frosting or something all over a table--which yes has happened before when they were refused a refund."

[its-wolff-greenwall]

"I'll try one of the fresh lemon curd ones if you're offering," Wolff answered, his tone indifferent to the choice of flavour. He'd eat whatever she handed him, unbothered by the specifics. As she relayed the story of someone trashing the place in a fit over a refund, his lips pouted in mild annoyance. "That's why I couldn't work at a place like this," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "I get too angry when people get snappy at me," he confessed. "If someone started shouting at me, I'd shout back at them," he added, a hint of defiance in his eyes.

[duffylin]

bar work had its perks. the people were cool, hours were flexible around her studies, and it paid decently. just not nearly enough to be dealing with moments like this. fights always set her on edge. and, they could be quite difficult to avoid when you mixed people with booze.

she shot a pleading glance at her co-worker in case things escalated. empty glasses could wait. she tried her best to speak up as she approached, "hi, could you please not – " but her words were swallowed by the clamor of the bar, and then like a freight train, wolff barreled into her. so much for stepping in – she'd probably leave it to someone else next time. someone with a temperament to deal with this stuff. with how much chaos that unfurled throughout the shift, she'd give it another ten minutes.

"i'm fine," she insisted as she regained balance, voice wavering slightly, "but, you need to cool it. this isn't the ring, wolff. are you trying to yourself get kicked out?"

[its-wolff-greenwall]

The muscular blonde turned towards the bartender, his brows furrowed in frustration as she reprimanded him, reminding him that this wasn't the ring and his behavior was out of place in a bar. "So I'm getting scolded when I wasn't the one who started?" he questioned with a frown, his voice tinged with disbelief. "He was the one talking about me. We're not fighting, we're just talking loudly, there's a difference." Wolff's fists remained unclenched, a testament to his restraint, yet trouble seemed to find him regardless. "The boxer's always to blame here, huh?" he added, a hint of resignation in his tone as he defended his actions.

[eleanortm]

"i wasn't even at that level." it was the new environment, her realising she'd not done any exercise since she moved so the stairs felt like a good idea at the time. the other was only young but it made her feel at ease that someone was trying to make her feel that way, especially when she was in a new environment. "just the house red, please. thank you." she flashed a smile towards the bartender before turning towards the other. "it'll be a little ropey but it'll be fine." she chuckled. "i'm eleanor, by the way."

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff settled onto the barstool, dragging the adjacent one out for Eleanor with a practiced ease, his eyes scanning the room to avoid any unwanted encounters. Ensuring his space was secure, he signalled the bartender, handing over payment for their drinks and a packet of chips, which he ripped open with a rustling flourish. Turning back to the brunette, he flashed a charming smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Eleanor. I'm Wolff," he said, his voice carrying a confident, playful tone. "Bet you don't hear that name every day," he chuckled, the lightness in his laugh breaking through the evening's subdued hum.

[eleanortm]

eleanor had more than enough money for it but some people didn't take the push back well - she wasn't about to try her luck as she knew stating how much money so actually had could wind people up the wrong way. "yeah, sure. only if you'd like. thank you." the brunette nodded. "just the one, though. i've had quite a few already and would quite like to remember where i actually live. i did get lost taking the stairs the other night and that's really not an experience i want to repeat." her defences were somewhat down again due to the drink as she divulged personal information she would have otherwise kept quiet.

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff, feeling a pang of guilt for having placed her in an uncomfortable situation; he simply wanted to make amends. "I'm happy to get one for you," he offered, his words bringing a grin to her lips. "Don't worry. I won't get you blackout drunk," he chuckled. The blonde then made her way towards the bar, catching the bartender's attention. "Please, could I get another beer and whatever my friend here wants?" he asked, his voice carrying the easy confidence of someone determined to smooth over the awkwardness.

[eleanortm]

"yeah, you probably should have." the woman shook her head as she blurted out her response that she didn't even deem necessary. "sorry." her system couldn't take any more shocks than she'd had recently. "sorry, it's okay. i don't know why i said that." eleanor was far from confrontational and she'd instantly felt some sense of guilt after saying it, guilt that was written all over her face. "tell you what, i'll get you a drink, yeah? i was just on my way out but it's still relatively early and it's not like i have to be anywhere tomorrow." there was a video call in the afternoon but that was about it for the woman.

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff felt a surge of guilt as he realized he had stumbled into someone who wasn't even part of the argument, inadvertently making a scene. Shaking his head at her offer to get him a drink, he gently placed his hand on her arm and insisted, "I'll get you one. I don't expect you to get me one. I nearly knocked you down!" He quickly grabbed the drinks menu and passed it to her, adding, "Please let me. Guilt will eat me up otherwise."

[jamescn-cassidy]

location: East Tower, laundromat status:open @marinastart

There were so many things about being out of prison that seemed like big things now to the recently released mechanic. Being able to just do his laundry was a huge one and the fact that he wasn't also having to do about three hundred other peoples at the same time was also a huge thing for him. Still, a machine was a machine and it was annoying him how out of all the ones he could have picked to use today, Jameson picked the one that was acting weird and somehow wouldn't let his clothes out. " Dammit" he replied as he moved around the side to see what the problem was and why it had jammed He didn't have any tools with him and he was literally in the other tower than the one he lived in so he was just gonna have to deal, that was until he heard footsteps. " Okay so this isn't what it looks like" He noted as he had moved the machine from its spot to get a better look at things. " Okay maybe it is, but I swear I was just trying to fix the damn thing"

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff watched with amusement as the other man struggled with the machine, its relentless grip on his clothes causing quite a spectacle. Though a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, Wolff stifled it, disliking being caught laughing at someone else's misfortune. Approaching with a mix of genuine curiosity and a hint of curiousness, he asked, "Do you need a hand?" then followed up with, "Does unplugging it resolve the issue?"

[greektragcdy]

given that he'd seen what damage wolff could do in the ring, oliver should be more careful with his words, instead, he laughed, " you sound like my dad, " he stepped away to lean against someone else's property, his own car currently residing on the top floor. " it was a good match, not that i'd call myself an expert but - you're good. even the best fall down sometimes, no ? " he dug into his back pocket and pulled out his lighter, the same one that had betrayed him moments prior, " see if you can make this piece of shit work," he said tossing it. he flexed his fingers at his side, the dull ache that followed him everywhere suddenly screamed at him. maybe it had little to do with the lighter and more with his joints betraying him, " is your name really 'wolff' ? or is that a stage name like 'the rock' "

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff smirked as the other man remarked that he was acting like his father. Though Wolff had no desire to play the role of a mentor, he wasn’t about to accept blame for someone else’s ill-placed bets. “I was distracted,” he conceded, “my mind wasn’t in it, and it showed. I gave it my all, but sometimes those days just happen,” he added with a casual shrug. Catching the lighter tossed his way, he flicked it twice before it ignited on the third try, allowing him to light his cigarette. Rather than toss it back, he set the lighter on the roof of his car for a more courteous return. Laughing at the other’s comment, he nodded, “My name is actually Wolff, it's not a stage name. My dad, who was a fearsome boxer known as the Big Bad Wolf, wanted his kid to have a unique name. His name was Tony, but he named me Wolff, envisioning me as his prodigy.”

[greektragcdy]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @its-wolff-greenwall

his fingers wrestled with the lighter as he tried to light the spliff between his lips. chicago's winds were unforgiving to someone who simply wanted to relax after a long day, " shit," he muttered in defeat. oliver threw his head back on the car door, eyes closed until he heard the familiar sound of shoes on gravel, " sorry, man, is this your car ? " he asked stepping away from the vehicle, " hey, i know you. you're the boxer. made me lose 50 bucks. "

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff emerged from his training session, sweat still clinging to his brow, and immediately noticed a brunette leaning casually against his car. Narrowing his eyes, he hoped the man would take his leave, which he did, but not before throwing a snide comment over his shoulder. "Made you lose? Don't bet. You won't lose money then," the man sneered. Wolff's jaw tightened as he searched for his keys, stopping to rummage through his bag of essentials. Despite his prowess in boxing, he couldn't win every match. Pulling out a cigarette instead of his keys, he looked up at the other. "I'll do better next time. You got a light?" he asked, knowing the other had because he was smoking himself.

[aceroxluz]

"Would you rather me call you something else?" Luz asked playfully. Lord knows it wouldn't be the first time something like that was requested of her- and for Wolff, she wouldn't even charge. "Mmm, anything you like? Beautiful, angel, darling, reina de tu vida..." she trailed off with a laugh, playfully nudging his hip with hers before she nodded. "I'll be sure not to wear you out too much." She gave his hand a little squeeze in promise as well. "You say that like I wouldn't have already made a bad day better anyways with my presence. I'll make sure to keep that mood good though." Luz then nodded ahead to the bar she had in mind just up the street, "Come on, let's go get me that drink."

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff, a boxer with a playful demeanour, grinned as he responded to the brunette's teasing about nicknames. He joked about the various names she might call her clients, such as "Sir" and "Master," while appreciating that his own nickname, "Wolfy," was unique and personal. "Stick with Wolfy. I like how it sounds coming out of your mouth." He confessed. "Plus it's the only name your calling me because how many Wolff's do you know?" Wolff assumed that other clients had her calling them whatever their heart wished as long as they paid for it. As they approached a bar, Wolff walked alongside her, propping the door open with his back and gesturing for her to enter first. "After you," he said warmly, placing a hand on her back to guide her inside. "You always keep me in a good mood. Can't say I'm unhappy we're talking." He confessed. "or not talking in some cases," he chuckled.

[levinxliza]

Liza rolled her eyes at the man's antics but there was a smile on her lips too, an ease to her frame as she watched the way he just waltzed on in after startling another customer. "It'll get bad if you charge in like a bull every morning." She chided lightly, the smile still there though as she watched him before she nodded to the display case and then motioned behind her to the espresso machine. "You want a few minutes to decide on anything?"

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff was usually a ball of energy, maintaining a positive attitude unless dealing with personal issues or conflicts with others. Leaning against the counter with his usual upbeat charm. "Do you mind doing me a coffee and grabbing me a fresh pastry?" He inquired. The muscular blonde tilted his head to the side. "I'll purchase you a coffee as well if you take a five minute break here with me?" He offered, pointing at the small seating area where someone had left their rubbish on the table. Annoyed by the laziness, Wolff promptly cleaned up the mess, grumbling about people's lack of consideration. "You have more patience than me. I'd be telling them to fucking clean up after themselves," he chuckled.

[aceroxluz]

Luz let out another soft laugh, gave him another little roll of her eyes, "Fair enough." she agreed, definitely not wanting to actually hurt him (or his face), especially when she much preferred smaller touches like the ones she was giving to his jaw, or how his fingers flexed against her waist. All much better options, in her opinion. "Look at that, you're handsome and smart. What a catch you are, Wolfy." She teased easily as they began walking and Luz brought her free hand up then, loosely tangling her fingers with his that were dangling over her shoulder and she gave his hand a little squeeze as he spoke. "And it's a soft spot I very much enjoy having." She grinned as she said it, but she genuinely did mean it. Sure the sex was great, but she also just genuinely enjoyed being in Wolff's company and spending time with him, so all teasing aside, him having a soft spot for her was definitely something Luz intended on keeping. "Maybe after lunch I can make it up to you for commandeering your afternoon? That is if you don't have anywhere else to be."

[its-wolff-greenwall]

"Wolfy? We doing nicknames now?" he asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow. "What do I get to call you?" The blonde felt her intertwined her fingers with his hand that was draped across her shoulder. Although they had been intimate many times before, he and Luz also enjoyed each other's company in a relaxed, playful way. They didn't take themselves too seriously, which made their interactions light hearted and fun. "I suppose I can fit you in my schedule after lunch. I have practice, but that isn't until eight tonight because my trainer is taking his wife out for their tenth anniversary," he admitted with a grin. "Caught me on a good day, babe."

[eleanortm]

eleanor had fully intended to meet someone, anyone but hadn't looked particularly sociable sitting by herself with a glass of wine. things were starting to get a little too rowdy for her liking so she downed her drink and headed towards the exit. the woman moved quite quickly towards the door before someone bumped into her and caused her to flinch. stepping back herself, she nearly lost her balance but the other managed to steady her. a small sigh of relief escaped her but the stranger looked rather angry. "yeah." her frow was still furrowed but she nodded her head. "sorry, just took me a little off guard."

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff turned abruptly toward the femme, biting down on his bottom lip as he realized he had nearly sent her flying. Ensuring she was stable, he halted and faced her directly. "Sorry. I should have been looking where I was going," he admitted, his voice laced with genuine remorse. He gently rubbed her arm in a conciliatory gesture. "Can I get you a drink or a snack as payback? I meant no disrespect to you."

[sydneyxbean]

closed starter: @its-wolff-greenwall where: some bar near marina

Sydney stared down at her glass, a deep frown adorning her face. The pad of her thumb absentmindedly brushed against the glass, rubbing at the condensation. She hadn't even bothered taking a sip from her drink, thinking she should, perhaps just leave and go pick up her daughter from her parents'. Someone sat down next to her, which prompted her asking, "Why are guys so..." She didn't even finish her question, punctuating it with a frustrated sigh before taking a drink.

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff slid onto the barstool beside the woman, his thoughts preoccupied with his next drink choice. However, he soon noticed that Sydney, the woman, was speaking to herself, her tone contemplative. He caught the tail end of her sentence, "…I don't want to be that person who says not all men, but what has this particular guy done so bad?" Intrigued, Wolff leaned in, curious about the context of her musings, and asked her directly about the man's wrongdoing, seeking to understand her perspective.

[adrivns]

normally, adrian wouldn't give this clown a second more of his time, but tonight, drunk and visibly annoyed, he feels compelled to give him a piece of his mind. his chair scrapes obnoxiously against the worn floor as he pushes himself to unsteady feet, drawing the attention of nearby patrons, "i said, sit the fuck down. you're blocking the entire fucking view, dipshit." a hand gestures towards the wall-mounted tv, currently showing a highlight reel of last night's bulls game. there's a roll of his eyes as he watches the man tend to whoever he's just bumped into; in some unexplainable way, his gentle manner has adrian even more pissed. "yeah, just fuck outta here before you get yourself hurt."

[its-wolff-greenwall]

Wolff grimaced as Adrian noisily pushed his chair back, the harsh scraping sound grating on his ears. Adrian's dismissive tone followed. "I don't give a shit about what's playing. It's men throwing a ball to one another. It's barely entertaining." Annoyed, Wolff made sure the person he accidentally bumped into was alright, offering a quick apology before redirecting his attention to the tall, talkative brunette. "Dude, shut the fuck up. You're the only one running your mouth off. If people wanted to hear it, they can't now."