-- I bleed, sir;

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farrenbeauchene‌:

There were many more things Farren would rather have been doing than sitting in a bar already half in the tank - but business was not going the way she wanted and the girl needed a fucking drink. As per usual, she had already gotten some questionable substances into her system before stepping a foot out of the rusty door of her side street apartment, so making her way to a rather Vittori filled property didn’t make her uneasy - even if, on her bad days, she was playing for the other side. Nobody had suspected anything yet, mostly because Farren was very good at her job of running weapons and kicking in teeth when things didn’t go as planned - but also because she had her hands in the right pockets when it came to her investors. At the end of the day, the Vittori was where her loyalty came to rest - but sometimes, in the darkness of yet another drunken night, the prospect of money overcame that. But only sometimes.

The woman had been into The Dandy Pig more than a handful of times before, so she wasn’t surprised to see Javier working behind the bar - his face had also been one she had seen on and off through Vittori business, so there was no doubt as to who it was. Whether or not he knew her name or cared enough to learn it was questionable, but it didn’t bother Farren - sometimes going under the radar was better than standing center stage. As she moved to sit down in one of the unoccupied stools, the woman rested her elbows on the bar and raised her eyebrows at the man.

“Do I look like I drink that pussy shit? Straight tequila, as much as you’ve got.” She offered back in response, allowing her eyes to flicker to the top shelf liquor she knew would burn her throat in the best of ways - and right now, that was what Farren needed.

A short burst of air forced itself from his chest, eyes moving from the bar to the woman who sat on the opposite side. He'd agree with the that pussy shit description, but wasn't sure of the last time he'd heard anyone make this declaration with such vehemence. Alas, he'd press an elbow into the stick wooden bar top, turning to wave at the shelf of varying liquors behind him. "There's a lot of tequila." Javi offered a grin, though it didn't quite touch the corners of his eyes. "I have no trouble obliging, but I think I need to see the cash first." He's being a smart-ass, which should come as no surprise. Suarez doesn't wait for her retort before he's pulling a silver banded bottle from its home on the top shelf. "Maybe we start with one."

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casspage‌:

She hadn’t heard from Javi since the night of the storm and frankly, Cass didn’t expect to. At least not for a while. The Vittoris had finally struck back, which meant that this war was now in full swing, and these two were on opposite sides. His text left an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach - Cassidy wasn’t afraid of Javier…at least not when it wasn’t dark, pouring rain, and he was holding a gun…but the vague tone of the message didn’t exactly make her feel comfortable either.

Still she pulled on leggings and a sweatshirt and securely tied the laces of her sneakers before venturing out to meet him. He wasn’t difficult to spot once she arrived at the pier and Cass approached the car cautiously, eyeing him as she stopped at what she considered to be a safe distance away. “Hi.”

The semantics of war were better left to the generals. Javier didn't consider himself as much, not even as the movers within his organization had instilled their trust in him fully. When it came down to it, he would always make the right decision... But the in between? These moments belonged to Javi, and historically speaking, he'd chosen them very carefully. Cassidy was no more a threat to him than the barista at his local coffee shop. He was well aware of where her loyalties lie, but today wasn't about loyalties at all. Today was about lessons. Learning. Cass had shown up just as he'd requested, though she had him wondering if today would be the beginning of her dissociation with him. Alas, she'd approached (albeit cautiously... good girl), and the tens of feet between them brought a small grin to the crest of Javi's lips. "You think I'd waste you in public? In the middle of the day?" He teased, fingers rolling over the car keys in his hand. "Never mind all of that." Javi waved a hand. There were many things about Cass that reminded him of his own humanity. Seeing her tugged at the very small part of him that still felt empathy toward other people. She reminded him of someone that he'd cared about deeply- and perhaps that's why he had such a hard time leaving her to her side. "Come're." Javi jerked his head into the direction of the car, now dangling the keys gently from his fingers. "We'll go over today's lesson plan."

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nicpclltier‌:

“When the hell have you ever known me to order light beer?” The crease in her nose grew at the mere thought as she propped her elbows up against the sticky bar, her distaste for such a thing long since dissipated with the lengthy nights she’d spent in any given bar, on any given night. She was always more of a tequila or rum kind of girl. Though she’d more recently held much more of a distaste for any member of the Vittori, Javier had always been something of a lukewarm comfort; he didn’t press her for the lingering stretch of business she had with those among those he held loyalty with. Monica almost certain that if it ever truly did come up between them, it might have been a conversation that didn’t press her burning anger for the mess she’d caught herself in. The itch that so usually found her, void from the curve of her palm as the buzz of the end of her shift pressed deeply into the depth of her veins. “You would be on that side of the bar tonight. Drink with me? Who’s gonna rail on you for being trashed at work, right?”

A small bubble of laughter pressed his chest, and Javier hadn't actively worked to conceal it at all. At the corner of his mouth his lips propped into a grin, and it was all he could do to offer a slight shake of his head. "No one, but." Dark eyes flicker from where Nic sat to the wave of bodies- some drunk and some merely indifferent- "You think I'd trust this group of delinquents to handle this bar outside of my sobriety?" The crease across his mouth grew and he continued to shake his head. Suarez reached for a bottle of something full flavored, popping the top of in a streak of fingers and silver, and sliding it across the bar. Moving swiftly on his heel, Javi turned to grab the neck of a bourbon bottle and grabbed two shot glasses on his way back. "I guess there's a lot of gray space between sober and shit faced. Maybe just one."

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catdemir‌:

Catalina had felt the familiar itch for bourbon on her tongue in order to satiate the monster that continuously reared its ugly head whenever her life felt like it was going to fall apart. Truthfully, she’d found more than one excuse to drink as she felt she both deserved it when her day had taken a rough turn, and when she’d gotten through it. It was why she found herself entering the Dandy Pig as she had many nights prior to this one.

Shrugging off her jacket as she crossed the uneven grounds, used by many drunken patrons prior to her — she settled upon a vacant stool to the far right. A delicate smile was given to the bartender who’d noticed her arrival. Folding arms slid across the slick bar surface as she eyed the various array of colour bottles, all darker than the next. A nice selection, indeed. “Never been one for light beer to begin with,” Cat chimed in turn. With her various drunken tirades, she’d built a pretty respectful tolerance.

“I’ll have a bourbon on the rocks. Two fingers, please.”

Javier had made the mistake of speaking before he'd bothered looking up. Rather, he'd misspoke, allowing a tryst of unfettered agitation affect his behavior. Mahogany pools move from the beer cooler (where he'd been taking stock silently) to the woman who now sat across from him. Suarez didn't smile at first, but his expression had visibly softened. Anyone who knew him might consider this a comparable gesture. "Admirable. I thought we'd moved past light beer as a collective, but then I look at my cooler and..." Javi waves a hand then, reaching for an orange-labeled bottle filled with amber liquor and a bourbon glass. "How're you doing, Cat?"

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xquinnharper‌:

Quinn has no idea where she is going, nor does she care. So long as it is as far away from the fire and sirens as she can be, it matters not. Her only goal in mind is to make some distance, call for a cab, and get to Deiter. Whatever might happen, she’d be safe with him. Safe, dry, and able to talk her way through processing all of this. But that doesn’t happen. Instead, a firm grip swipes at her, taking hold of her right arm and pulling her. A scream escapes her, and she pulls back to no avail. Nearly toppling over from the sudden change in direction, she manges to keep herself upright so that she may look at a familiar, comforting face. His words don’t even register. Not yet, at least. “Javi,” she breathes out his name as if all is right in the world. Laughter nearly bubbles forth at the sudden sensation of home. Home is, after all, a feeling. It is an emotion, and he is one of those people who embody it. There is no stopping her from moving to throw her arms around him in a tight, needy hug. It hits her then, and she becomes still. There is no movement, not even as she holds onto him. She’d seen it play out. Quinn had watched it unfold, and what she didn’t see, she was able to put together. “Javi, no…”

Javier can't decide what irritates him more— the fact that he's stumbled upon Quinn at the scene of the crime, or the idea that she'd managed to entangle herself into something that had the potential to get her killed. Isn't sure whether or not he can absolve her of this... Of being a witness. He's glad that he'd the one to find her and not Henri, because he'd have made sure that she would never talk again, and he'd do it without granting her a single bit of dignity. A bullet to the head. Suffocation. Drowning. Knowing this is fuel enough to keep him from muttering another word, and it's then that his hand comes to cover her mouth, grip on her arm far from relenting. "Quiet." He hisses, as quiet as he can manage through the pounding of the rain. "If you try to run, you die." His heart thumps wildly as he becomes more anxious, "If you scream, you will die. Do you understand me?" And he's aware that all of this sounds more like a threat than it does advice, but it doesn't matter. Let her think he'd be the one to waste her, if that's what it took to keep her quiet. "Let's go." He's quick to drag her along to his vehicle, the radio silence having overcome the walkie and denoting a silence that would allow him to leave without checking in with the others. "Quinn... Get in the car..."

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Open to: Any Vittori or Unaffiliated Member Location: The Dandy Pig

Javier had spent the majority of his evening at The Dandy Pig. It doesn't really matter how he came into ownership of the bar— he'd paid handsomely for it. Didn't even need to remove any fingers. As you might suspect, he'd acquired the deed in a different name; Mateo Suarez. Public records could be a fickle thing, and Javi didn't trust a single person outside of his circle. Especially not where bureaucracy was concerned. This particular night was one where he'd carved himself out of the chaos. Henri was busy tending to both familial and dutiful matters, while Dante was off ... Doing whatever the hell it is that Dante does that makes him such a commodity. Javier is nothing if not loyal, and the organization always comes first; but sometimes he's inclined to sneak away. Needs room to breathe. To clear his head. The absence of "work" had driven him almost mad, so he took to pouring his energy into something else that needed his time and attention. "Something I can get for you?" Mahogany pools flicker lazily from the liquor slicked bar top to a patron propped up on a bar stool. Suarez works the bar tonight, because he hasn't found a manager yet to fill in when his regulars are out. "We don't serve light beer."

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@casspage

While it didn't seem as much, enough time had passed since the incident at the Mayoral ball that Javier no longer had his arm wrapped or slung. His cuts and bruises had long healed, and the scars he'd weathered were hidden neatly behind multiple layers of dark clothing. Sufficed to say, he no longer needed someone driving him around, or to take public transport. This was what Suarez did— what he was best at; Moving on. From his pocket he'd produce a small, dark flip phone, thumbing easily over the keys as he typed his message to it's intended recipient;

JAVI: Meet me down at the pier as soon as you can. JAVI: ... Wear comfortable shoes.

Javier leaned gently against the dark Beamer (one that'd now belonged solely to him), back pressed against the shiny black of the back door. It was true that Cass had no idea what she was in for... Which, at the very least, meant she wouldn't try to escape before they'd even started.

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text. → j.s.

Dante: Perfect.

Dante: Make your way to the hotel at your earliest. You deserve a drink.

Javi: I deserve ten fucking drinks.

Javi: I'll be there shortly. Have some... Things that I need to discuss with you. Discreetly.

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Mason 📩 Javier

Mason: Thanks manito I'm counting on you

Mason: I'm at the hotel

Mason: Lots of Ivory here so I'm tempted to stab them all

Javi: I'm on my way to the hotel shortly. Don't do anything rash.

Javi: ... Until I get there. Stay safe cabrón.

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Mason 📩 Javier

Mason: Keep an eye on Ronnie for me, will you?

Mason: You're the only one I trust

Javi: No te preocupes.

Javi: Ronnie is safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to her. Where are you? Who are you with?

[henri-phillipe-deactivated20191]

It wasn't often that Henri-Phillipe Baudelaire saw taking actions into his own hand necessary. But then the Ivory Syndicate fucked with his family, and there was no way Henri wouldn't be taking matters into his own hands. He’d chosen a small group - members of the family he trusted, paramount in that choice being Ronnie Vittori. When the ability to hit the Ivory Syndicate right in the heart of their industry had presented itself, Henri wanted Ronnie there to watch the fuckers go up in flames. 

Henri was on the ground with Javier, assembling the C-4 as the moisture in the air left the atmosphere achingly heavy. The storm was prepared to break open the sky at any moment, and while the rest of the city was stuck enduring it, they would be raising absolutely hell. “Is the south bound part of the warehouse secure?” Henri murmurs into his walkie-talkie, the secured channel shared between five Vittori family members on site. [ @javsuarez ]

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[ @ronnievittori ] Javier is not just securing the C4, he's double checking each careful placement to ensure it's been attached without flaw. Triple checking, because, fuck if there'd be any hitch in this endeavor, and it wouldn't be his bare neck offered up to Lorenzo in that offense. Suarez had taken up this task in order to ensure that every corner of every wall was strapped with enough explosive to blow the building straight on to Saint Peter's gates. It was almost fool proof. All [anyone] had to do was flip the fucking switch and boom. So long as the rain held off long enough for the flames to wholly engulf the warehouse... It'd be smooth sailing from there. "Aye." Javi confirms into the walkie, "South bound secure. East as well. Nothing is fucking with these babies." He takes a well earned breath, standing from a singular kneeling position. "Ron, I'll meet you on sunset." And there's a good chance that he's making his way around to double check for his own sanity, opting to swing around and meet Ronnie in the shadows of the western facing wall.

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text. → j.s.

Dante: At the hotel. Will keep you posted.

Dante: Is it done?

Javi: Good. Glad you're there to keep an eye out.

Javi: Taken care of. Don't anticipate any trouble, but I'll let you know if that changes.

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@xquinnharper

The rain had started up much sooner than any of them had expected. Javier had checked the forecast before they had set out for the warehouse— knew that there was a storm moving in. In fact, he'd argued in favor of tonight being the night, considering the weather conditions would work- though admittedly against- also in favor of the task at hand. The rain would come in waves, starting off slowly and then falling around them in unforgiving sheets. But it was the wind that would carry the fire over the nooks and through the crannies of the building... And it was there that they would succeed in their mission. Bring down The Ivory Syndicate. There'd been little to no room for error. It was a special job, and so a niche group of Vittori had been dispatched to make sure it was done correctly. Javier had been in charge of setting the explosives— a task he was eager to take on, knowing full well that he could make sure it'd been done- ahem- properly. As such, he'd spend the majority of the evening alone, though he remained in near constant contact with Henri and Logan, respectively. Opting to watch the 'show' from a corner devoid of both light and human contact wasn't entirely out of character. He'd revel in the silence; relish in the display. A soft smile would grace his lips as he thought of the subsequent damage caused. It wasn't nearly a fraction of what they were owed, if only for the life of Vincenzo Vittori. It's when he finally decides to slip silently through the maze of crates and containers that, for the first time, Javier had experienced an overwhelming sense of panic. A streak of blonde hair. A flash. The rain takes over, as if on cue, but he doesn't seem to notice. Suarez is moving through the water at an alarming speed, and he grabs the woman by the arm, yanking hard enough to turn her toward him. "This might be the dumbest thing you've ever done."

[blackisblackisblack]

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text. → d.m.

Javi: You're somewhere safe? This storm is making things harder than we expected.

Javi: I can have two men wherever you're at in less than ten.

[amargedom]

“I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Babylon Revisted (via naturaekos)

[xquinnharper-deactivated2019050]

Starter for @javsuarez

She’d been around. Quinn traipsed through Montreal aimlessly, waiting for opportunity to present itself so that she might just capture something of worth. While the city is usually something of a cesspool, providing means for her to make some form of a living with simple pictures, today had been nothing short of dry. But she received a call that, after a time, she didn’t anticipate. Everything very much froze around her, and it took several minutes for her to truly get her thoughts straight. Being the person that she is, that meant a drink to calm her nerves, and a single message sent to one person who would always advise her with judgment. Disappointment, probably. Surprise, maybe. But Javi never judged her. ‘911.’ The message is sent alongside the name of a nearly abandoned dive of a bar, grimy and far from comfortable. It doesn’t bother her. There is no comfort right now. The minute Javi would appear, she changes her mind. No. She can’t face this. There is absolutely no way. It’s time to deflect. “…You know, your response time for that was astounding.” Quinn sucks in a breath, failing at a smile. “Maybe next time, we can cut that time in half.”

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This time of day often had Javier in some kind of limbo. Between his normal 'working' hours and whatever personal business he had to take care of at night- he'd often meander aimlessly until one or the other beckoned his attention. Often times it'd been a chaste text from Anaheim; something something, accidentally broke your stove or were you really attached to that vase on the mantle? other times it'd been Henri in a plea for assistance, or sometimes just company. Sufficed to say that Suarez wasn't expecting the text from Quinn— and of all things, '911'. Javi didn't panic. Over time he'd learned how to better channel his energy. Into preparation, for example, having very few details and an imagination that had a tendency to run rampant. Before he'd left the very cozy corner of his establishments basement, he'd grab a very plain .9mm (serial number sanded off because reasons), and an old and trusty bowie. Needless to say that when Javier had shown up at this hole in the wall, he was almost surprised to find Quinn sitting idly in a booth by her lonesome— Unharmed. Hardly a hair out of place. "Are you serious, Quinn?" Javi huffed, tucking himself into the booth across from her. "You can't beckon me with a 911, I almost killed the bouncer."