Kacey Trower

Would you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight? //29// Manager of Sugar Rush - The Pier *Associated with the-disney-pier rp*

[hellfireoftdp]

Claudius had been spending far too much time in his new office, but everything needed to be exactly as he wanted it in order for his mind to remain clear. It was nearing time for him to leave, but he had a few final touches to his organizational system that had to be just right. Therefore, when I knock on his door sounded throughout his office, he simply rolled his eyes. This last document had the information he needed to finish up for the day. “This better be important,” he said looking up at the person in his doorway.

[kctrower]

Walking along the sleek but plain corridor to the new manager’s office wanting to speak with the man himself, more so to size up the new competition than to placate any personal curiosity he had. Knocking lightly on the door and entering before the occupant had fully responded. 

“Come now, no need to be so cold. With that sort of attitude people are going to think you’re no fun,” he challenged.

Kacey smoothed his hair as he approached the other man’s desk to hide the fact that he was taking quick stock of the new manager’s office. The anal amounts of tidiness and order in the space rivalled his own, although Kacey’s own version of organization was much different than this gentleman’s was.

Kacey decided to press his luck as he casually slipped his hands into his pockets, “Anyways, I thought I’d stop by and offer myself as the official welcome wagon of the pier. If you’re not busy later I could show you the sights, maybe grab a drink, and possibly get to know each other better.”

[ba-byteeth]

Had it been any other day, Miguel would have been enjoying his day back from his visit home. But being that he was more excited to finally be in a place he could call home… He decided to make a stop at the bar for a little relaxation. It had been a year since he had had an actual drink that wasn’t straight from the bottle. Ordering whatever the lad next to him had, Miguel made a face as the bartender slid his drink to him.

“What exactly is this?” he asked, turning to the whoever was sitting next to him.

[kctrower]

Kacey giggled as he took a sip of his own colourfully swirling drink, chuckling lightly as he noticed Miguel’s sour expression. 

“It’s called a pornstar,” Kacey explained, “Careful, though, the vodka and blue curaçao in that drink will knock you on your ass.”

Crossing his legs as he turned toward his unlikely companion, lifting his drink in cheers as he continued, “I like it because it doesn’t taste at all like alcohol. Makes it easier to get wasted, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

Kacey quickly moved to idle chatter, “So, where have you been lately? Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

[kctrower]

cherabogs‌:

It took a great deal of will power to ignore the blaring lights that filtered in through the glass doors. But it took an even more will power to ignore the touch that started at the small of his back. After all, he couldn’t be bending his dirty little secret over right in front of his entire crew. Jaro rolled his head clockwise, cracking his neck in the process. It was a casual enough gesture that could also be used to brush off the fingers at the crook of his neck. There were several things that the suave man could say to him in this moment. But once his little dungeon was brought up, he found himself tongue tied.

“Not necessarily, you smart aleck, “ he said, narrowing his eyes, “I have talked myself out of tighter situations than this.”

Though, if they had gone all this way to track him down… Jaro wasn’t sure that they would so much as allow him to speak. But just as quickly as they had came, they were gone. He found himself relaxing more with each passing car. He hadn’t even realized that he had tensed. Perhaps Kacey’s touch wasn’t unwanted in the public eye after all.

His smile slipped as Jaro’s gesture brushed Kacey’s touch from the other man’s neck; walking around to stand beside his tall, dark, and handsome plaything. Watching the boy’s in blue make their way along, Kacey could feel the atmosphere relax. The remains of his smile melted into curiosity, glancing up to meet Jaro’s gaze to almost search for answers after Jaro’s utterances. 

With one delicate brow raised he asked, “Oh? I didn’t know this wasn’t your first rodeo.”

Kacey’s gaze wandered to the slight bustle of the employees cleaning up around them, thinking that this wasn’t the time or place for the impending conversation to occur. Clearing his throat quietly before stating, “This is something that doesn’t need to be spoken about while you’re on the job. I’ll meet up with you at your place after you’re finished here.”

[cherabogs]

Closing hours had come and with that came the suave man’s time to make sure everything was going smoothly. Though with the lights that flashed behind the closed, glass doors, Jaro found it hard to concentrate on the task at hand. Had his crimes finally come to light? Had he been followed and found? Not that he was nervous. There was no situation that he could not talk his way out of. Never the less, Jaro turned to face the flashing lights. His dark eyes staring off in the distance. Not hearing that his name was being called.

[kctrower]

Kacey had quietly shuffled in with the rest of the crowd to view the final show at the Fantastic Beyond, and when the crowds dispersed out into the veiled sleepless tracks of the strip he lingered and stayed behind. Once he knew he was the last patron in the massive theatre, Kacey purposefully searched for his favourite plaything. Kacey was surprised to have found Jaro so quickly, slowly approaching the other man from behind as Jaro was fixated on something happening outside. 

His hands woven behind his back as he cartoonishly leaned around Jaro’s shoulder to see exactly what had captured the brooding man’s attention. A wry half-smile gracing his lips as Kacey righted himself, leaning in close to murmur, “Are you scared they’re here for you, Jaro?”

His smile slipped slightly when he realized Jaro seemed to be ignoring him. Banishing the feeling away with a throaty giggle, his fingertips reaching for the small of Jaro’s back. His touch meandering up Jaro’s spine until finally settling on the crook of Jaro’s neck. Tip-toeing slightly up to speak near Jaro’s ear, louder this time, “Are you worried they’ll find your fun-geon?”

[merindahxdunbroch]

Merindah had just arrived at the Pier today, and of course, the first thing she did was find herself a pub to relax and unwind for a bit. The office had to be closed by now, there was no way she was going to be getting her keys to her place until morning, not that that phased her though. She had enough money still to afford one night in a cheap motel as well as buy herself a couple of drinks to relax until then. Just as well, it wasn’t like she had much to unpack. Everything she had was in her backpack sitting on the floor beside her stool, the strap wrapped around her foot to ensure no one would swipe it without her knowing. 

As she waiting on her drink, the red head pulled her sleeves down a bit, and shifted her hair with her fingers, trying to still hide the bandages on her cheek and arms. Blue eyes sweeping around her and scoping out the area. It was still a bit of a culture shock for her to be stateside. Everything was so different from both her home and from the facility, but she was hardly about to complain about it. Different was what she was needing.

The bartender placed her drink in front of her, and as she took the first sip, it was like warmth chasing the cold from the inside out. Always an instantly relaxing sensation for her. Merindah’s eyes lifted up to watch the TV screen over head, all channels, of course, switched to some sports game or another that she didn’t care anything for. However, as a stranger sat down in the seat beside her, she couldn’t help but flick her eyes over curious before looking away once more, not wanting to be one to stare.

[kctrower]

Kacey was simultaneously relieved and annoyed at how much busier the pier had become as of late. The spring breakers from around the world were finally digging themselves out of their snowy hovels to pilgrimage to popular tourist areas, one of them being the pier itself. Kacey didn’t mind the increase in traffic, as it only highlighted 

This night was an exhausting one, having left his jacket in his office and electing to peruse the strip as he was. Usually he would rather keep his work and personal life completely separated, even down to making sure his outward appearance matched as such, but today from his slightly loosened red tie to his mirror polished shoes betrayed that ideal.

Sliding casually up to an empty seat at the bar, thankfully meeting the bartender right away as he just served the woman who was sitting beside him and asking for his usual. A small smile flickering at the corner of his lips as he noticed the red-head beside him fidget slightly. Queries bouncing around his mind as he wondered about this new stranger he had discovered, and figuring she didn’t seem to want to be noticed at this moment. 

Resting his chin on the back of his knuckles as he quietly snorted in distain as Kacey focused on the televisions above the bar. Most of the sports shows being broadcast were of little interest, except for one. He had actively avoided watching any televised races up until this point, only keeping updated in his previous field of employment through articles and basic rankings once a race was completed. His eyes dancing around the screen as he heavily scrutinized the colourful and heavily decorated race cars on screen. A young up-and-coming racer seemed to have a point to prove as he recklessly bobbed and weaved between the other cars. The driver, Mc-whatever-it-was, seemed to have a death wish as he was driving with little actual skill among the seasoned drivers on the NASCAR track. 

Kacey had difficulty hiding the contempt on his features, particularly in his gaze as he was glued to the screen. His attention was snapped as the bartender brought him his dark yet colourful drink, forcing a smile and a nod as he took a deep drink. Setting the glass down gently and tapping his fingers lightly over the cool glass in thought, letting out a sigh as he murmured, “I can’t believe the amateurs they allow in nowadays. Serves me right, I suppose.”

Kacey glanced over to the company beside him, catching her eye as he continued and shrugged, “Enter a sports bar, and you’re going to be bombarded with all of them.”

His smile warmed as he found a new source of distraction, “What about you? Which of these,” Kacey gestured fluidly toward the plethora of screens, “Was the one that drew you in here?”

[kctrower]

@cherabogs 💋 - Our characters are under the mistletoe, what happens?

The Christmas decorations were still up full force, at least until the New Year, and Kacey was enjoying his last few days off to party and drink to excess. The night was young and he had set himself up with a drink at the bar, not realizing why people kept approaching him until he glanced up and noticed the Christmas weed dangling from the crowned molding decorating the top of the bar top. He took full advantage of that fact to lure people into his web to test and see if they had the potential to have some fun. Waiting for someone else to mention the mistletoe above their heads and pretending to have not noticed it before toying with them for a while until he’d get bored of their presence.

After brushing another potential plaything aside he ordered himself a second round of his sickly sweet drink and noticing his favorite dark figure sliding up to the bar next to him. Taking a sip and nodding politely at his company as Jaro arrived, silently raising a brow as he lifted a finger and pointed upward. A silent challenge, a test to see exactly how Jaro would react to this innocuous tradition.

[kctrower]

zoeyxxzero‌:

His response only evoked the suppressed chuckle from her, “I might be lacking class, but at least I’m not running into trees, drunk off my ass and on some kind of come down on withdrawal or what the fuck ever, walking in the wee hours like you’re taking the walk of shame.” it was always fun to get under people skin. Even if it did get her in trouble.

Not to meantion, she wasn’t stupid. Kacey was involved with people (aka Jaro) that she didn’t want anything to do with.

Kacey flashed a brief glare toward the bleach-blonde’s direction before settling on rolling his eyes to the heavens at her response. He knew better than to argue with the waify woman, since he was well aware Zoey was baptized in everything underground and how it ticked. 

“I prefer to be busy is all,” he replied curtly, “Being idle was never my strong suit.”

He rubbed his sore eyes in a poor attempt to give them a break from the stinging brightness of the streetlights, mentally cursing them to go out so he may have a bit of peace. Kacey sighed roughly before continuing, “What some consider a walk of shame I’d consider a victory lap.” His lips curled into a grin as if he was in on an inside joke, “At least when it comes to sex. If I end up claiming what I want, then I consider it to be a victory.”

His smile dropped slightly as the dull pulsing pain brought him back to reality, “To tell you the truth, I’m fixing to crash hard soon unless I can get another hook up quick.”

He gestured his chin toward Zoey as he stated, “Got anything interesting to hand out today?”

[zoeyxxzero]

🎄  @kctrower  knocks over a Christmas tree

Though she stifled a laugh, there was no hiding her bloody red smirk, “Smooth move, slick.” she teased, “You’re sittin’ there making a new born deer on ice look graceful.”

[kctrower]

A hiss of air escaped from his clenched teeth, his glare of annoyance focusing up at the nearly passing girl and her comments as he slowly righted himself. Kacey had been forced to take his holiday time and decided the best use of those precious days off was to binge and party as much as possible. His current wobbly state had been the result of crashing back down from a night of highs, leaving his system empty of the things he usually needed to function at a reasonable level. 

Having Zoey mocking him agitated him faster than usual, scoffing as he quickly brushed the dust and debris off of himself as best as he could, “Grace isn’t something I strive for, even if it would’ve helped in this instance. Although, a modicum of class is something everyone should aspire toward, including you. Shouldn’t you be lurking in a dark alleyway somewhere?”

[kctrower]

The Disney Pier Muse Ask - Winter/Christmas

☕️ - Your character spills hot chocolate on someone

🌟 - Your character is hanging up Christmas lights and needs help from someone

🎄 - Your character knocks over a Christmas tree

❄️ - Your character gets caught in the cold without enough clothes

🍝 - Your character is trying, a failing, at cooking a holiday meal

🍻 - Your character drinks eggnog that's a bit too strong

💋 - Our characters are under the mistletoe, what happens?

[cherabogs]

Having taken some time away from work and his life at the Pier was sobering for the older man. Hearing the news that his father had recently passed was sobering in itself. It was something that Jaro had never seen coming, if he were being completely honest with himself. He had always sort of seen his father as this immortal being that lived on for his mother and did all the things she would have wanted to do in her life. Being an infant at her funeral, Jaro remembered nothing of what it was like. Sure, he had attended more funerals in his lifetime. But all of those were facades he had faceted into the scene. Never truly seeing the women he had buried.

It was true to say that he was the reason for the funerals in the first place. Unable to keep his urges to crack them open at bay. Or driving them mad and they had often taken their own lives. These were the reasons that police were often involved with him. Investigating his penthouses and his places of work only to find that these were merely a strange and otherworldly coincidence.

Upon reaching the Pier once again, the suave man had found himself making a casual appearance at his friend’s place of work. Jaro leaned against the metal that kept the bumper cars in their area. His weight making them creak and the cold November air causing him to shiver inwardly as he waited for the familiar face.

@kctrower

[kctrower]

It had been a long toiling day dealing with Sugar Rush and the mechanical problems that had been plaguing the staff there. Thankfully they were issues that could be solved on his own without calling maintenance over and having to deal with handing the reins over for someone else to control. Having moved the defective kart to the hidden holding area, Kacey had worked most of the afternoon on replacing and tinkering with the fine electrical motor system until he was satisfied with his work.

His staff knew not to bother him while he was in the zone of getting his hands dirty, and as he left the housing unit at dusk he one of his staff approached and told him about the man waiting outside. His curiosity piqued as he nodded silently in thanks, walking around the operator's booth he quickly spotted his welcomed visitor.

His smile was soft and crooked as he casually approached his tall dark friend, chuckling softly, “I wouldn’t lean there if I were you, who knows when the last time it was cleaned.”

His smile dropped slightly as he continued, “I haven’t seen my favorite playmate in a while, was almost wondering if you’d forgotten about me. Where have you been?”

[mamaodies-deactivated20190414]

If there was one thing that Margret believed was a good way to welcome herself, it was to attend a party. While she hadn’t exactly planned to arrive on the day of a massive staff party, she couldn’t help but believe it was all planned, for her, specifically. After all, her presence was a good one, one that definitely should be celebrated. Not only was her food the best, but she knew the truth about anything and everyone. If you asked her, she could tell you things about yourself you didn’t even know you knew. But today wasn’t for that, it was for having fun, and the woman was damn well going to have it. 

She arrived in style and headed straight for the bar, ordering herself a drink. Leaning up against it, she glared at everyone, wondering why in the hell they weren’t all drunk already. It was a party for goodness sakes. Where was all the fun?

“Why ya lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart? I ain’t the one slakin’ on the fun. Either have a drink with me or start a dance party. I’m about to get mighty bored.”

[kctrower]

Kacey couldn’t help but chuckle at this woman’s obvious complaint as he approached the bar, nodding to the bartender as he set down a freshly empty glass and gesturing another. His gaze flickering up to hers as he answered, “I’m already at least two steps ahead of you on the drinking front, sugar.”

Quietly thanking the bartender as he received his third drink of the night, swirling the liquid around to mix the layers of blue and red into a deep and poisonous purple. Taking a sip as he sighed contentedly, his eyes dilated enough from the pre-party fun that the blue of his irises was barely noticeable from a distance.

“You’re right, though,” he commented flippantly, “This party is more boring than I’m used to. Making it a black tie affair doesn’t really help that much, I imagine.”

[kctrower]

agreatadventurist‌:

Hearing what he did for a living here at the Pier, the blonde man nodded in appreciation. He could admire the higher ups without envy unlike so many others. Had Tulio been there to hear this he would have been fuming on the inside with jealousy. It was one of his dear friend’s downfalls. He watched his mannerisms not too closely but close enough to pick up on some things. The way he articulated his words fro example. They seemed very concentrated like he was trying to cover something up. But what? Miguel didn’t very much care tp find that out. That was this man’s business.

He nodded with agreement, “Yes, sometimes risk is what it takes to win.” He said, very much thinking of all the times he and Tulio had taken risks and had wound up in riskier situations. Those times he was very fond of. Though at the sudden question, Miguel thought for a moment that he had offended his new friend. “Well, it is only me that’s asking, mi amigo,” he said with a furrowed brow, “I am only curious. You just seem to me like you prefer the company of other men. I hope I did not offend you.”

Kacey sighed softly to himself as he watched and listened to his innocent company, trying to find any nuances to indicate if this man had an angle asking such questions. The soft smile returning as he casually leaned his elbow on the table to fully face Miguel. Looking up and chuckling softly as he replied, “No offense taken. I wasn’t sure your intent with asking about it is all and wanted to make sure it wasn’t malicious.”

Nodding to the waitress as she brought him his swirling colorful liquor, taking a quick sip before continuing, “If you want the short answer, it’s yes. I like the chase and the challenge. It’s honestly a lot more interesting than going for women who end up giving themselves up faster than I can blink.”

Gesturing once again to the seat beside him as he listened to the dealer at the table shuffle his desk. Patting the cushion gently as he beckoned, “Come. Sit. Enough about me, I’d like to know more about you. What about you, then? What or who do you go for when you’re looking for a good time?”

[xocoldwitchwriterbrewxo]

Ego’s Are Rough {Mindy&Kacey}

Mindy didn’t know what exactly she was even doing here at his place, considering from what she could tell Kacey and her didn’t get along super great. But she knew he secretly wanted her apartment and since she was selling it, and moving to a more darker location she figured he would be the best person to offer it to. As she rode the elevator down to his floor she looked down at the pieces of paper that would hopefully help her get his attention his father’s obituary and his cheating scandal if that didn’t make him let her in to explain her case she didn’t know what would. 

Sighing as the elevator dinged letting her know she was on the right floor, she got out and made her way to his door mentally preparing herself for dealing with his ego which was about as big as hers used to be. Finding his door finally, she breathed a sigh of relief, before banging on the door loudly not caring if he was asleep or not. “ Listen you egotistical brat, I have stuff on you like daddy dearest obit and how you cheated. So you either let me in so I can gift you my house, so I can get away from creeper Jaro or I will knock this door down.” 

[kctrower]

Kacey was enjoying his evening alone and had made a rare mess of items on top of his sleek glass coffee table. A bottle of red wine, a Bordeaux glass, his gold-plated cocaine kit, and an aged leather violin case sitting among his work paperwork. Currently, he was ignoring the surrounding paperwork in favor of taking time drawing the bow along the strings of the violin, and quietly enjoying the stillness of the evening.

Just as he fell deeper into the soft music he was unceremoniously ripped from it by the banging on the door. His annoyance was obviously painted across his features as he rose from the leather couch, his violin still in hand as he stormed the front door. Kacey intended to tell the offending person to piss off until he heard the shouts and threats from the other side. Eyes rolling to the heavens as one of his biggest annoyances had happened upon his doorstep. Smoothing his features slightly as he opened the door to face the bleached-blonde woman, scoffing slightly as he stated, “Congratulations, you know how to use Google. Very impressive.”

The only things wandering Kacey’s machine-like mind were her offer to give him her penthouse apartment, the one piece of information about himself that he was surprised she picked up on, and the clear mention of his favorite plaything. Sighing roughly as he opened the door wider and stepping aside so she could enter, frustrated that she was able to have captured his attention so easily.

“Please, come inside,” he offered as he shut the door behind her. Walking purposefully back to his seat in the living area and quietly returning to his tune. Eyes flicking up at his uninvited guest as he quirked a brow, “This seems like such a rash decision, but maybe that’s not unusual coming from you. However, I’m curious exactly what this ‘creeper’ has done to force you to leave so quickly. If I so graciously take over your apartment would I have to be worried about someone loitering around?”

[merindahxdunbroch]

Blue eyes swept across the bar for a moment before landing on an open stool. Shaking a hand through her curls, the woman made herself comfortable, resting her elbows on the bartop, “Scotch please?” she called to the bartender. 

She adjusted the sleeves of her flannel to hide her still bandaged wounds, though there was still a bright white bandage patching her cheek. How she managed to get herself a job in this place, she still wasn’t sure, but at least she had something for right now. Plus what she still had left from uncanceled credit cards and a bit of cash. She could keep going on that for a little while until she got paid. 

Merindah’s eyes shifted once more as the bartender sat her drink down before her, and a stranger sat beside her. Though unlike her drink, she tried to pay no mind to the stranger.

[kctrower]

Kacey usually preferred to be in the crowds conjugating about the clubs and casino, but he decided for a more low-key evening and entered one of the many bars littered across the strip. Paying little attention to the people around him as he casually made his way to one of the seats at the bar and ordered his favorite drink. He was happy to see that the bartender this evening was more than competent on his feet and with his hands as he was quickly served his pick of poison.

Stirring the blue and red of his drink together with the straw he had been given, creating a cloud of vibrant purple in the glass before taking a sip. His nose scrunching up as he noticed the strong swill in the hand of the young woman sitting beside him. She was a beauty in her own right, Kacey could appreciate that much, but he noticed her natural features were disrupted with a stark white bandage trailing along her cheekbone.

He couldn’t help but notice a certain tenseness about the red-headed woman, as if she were purposefully keeping to herself. His curiosity always getting the better of him as he muttered almost to himself, “Never understood how some can find the taste of straight alcohol appealing.”

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, his features softening with slight concern as he asked, “Are you alright? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much.”

[kctrower]

zoeyxxzero‌:

If looks could kill, Kacey would’ve been stone cold on the ground when Zoey’s icy hues hit his, “Just a bunch of shits who evidently don’t understand who the fuck they’re dealing with.” she huffed with a roll of her eyes. 

Adjusting her jacket a bit and pushing up the sleeves, the woman stopped walking, “Secondly, you know damn well how to get a hold of me if you need anything. You don’t stand there in the middle of the fucking street askin’ me like a dumb ass.” the woman looked around for a moment, making sure no one of importance was around, “Get your fuckin’ ass over here.” she said, giving a short jerk of her head towards the alley.

His shit-eating grin remained plastered on his face even as Zoey threw him the coldest of glances, nodding in agreement as he casually answered, “Nobody ever does. It’s difficult to be the only one capable in a crowd of ignorance, wouldn’t you agree?”

Stopping along beside her when she did, chuckling airily, “I know, but I miss your sweet wholesome company. Can’t blame a guy for wanting to visit just to see that lovely smile of yours.” He gestured briefly toward Zoey, giggling at his own joke regarding her stony expression.

He followed her purposefully toward the alleyway, barely able to hold back the excitement of what they were doing and what he would soon receive. Before they turned the corner he fished around in his jacket pocket and pulled out a couple of shiny wrapped lollipops. Keeping one for himself and holding another out for his current company to take, “It can mean many things, sweets. I’m not the sort that’s unable to think things through.”

Quickly tearing off the wrapper and tossing the plastic aside onto the dirty pavement, taking a moment to suck on the candy-apple flavored sweet before continuing, “Risks are fun, anyway. Always having to look over your shoulder sounds like a waste of valuable time and energy.”

[kctrower]

thegreatchasseur‌:

Lifting his head up, his eyes were met with one of the men he’d brought home, the one that he woke up with. For a moment, he had no idea what to say, or how to react to him just coming up to him. Wasn’t the agreement that they were done and weren’t going to discuss this again? Perhaps that wasn’t what the man wanted to talk about, but he couldn’t help worry about it and fear that he was back for more. While there wouldn’t really be any objections, now was not the time and place for it, at all. But Garrett wasn’t going to say anything until the other one spoke. Pursing his lips, he took a sip of his iced coffee and listened to whatever it was he had to say. 

A light laugh slipped through his lips as he was once again reminded of the tattoo that he’d managed to get in the midst of the festival. How in the world was he to answer the question? If he spoke about it, he’d have to tell him where he was and he’d have to talk about it and deal with the awkwardness of the conversation. Shaking his head, he leaned forward, answering the man’s next questions, as quietly as he possibly could. “You’re not going to find it just by looking,” Garrett responded, trying not to make this anymore awkward than it needed to be.

“Not here. If you really want to see it, it’s got to be somewhere private, because,” Garrett started to say before he chuckled softly to himself. Still, there were moments that he wondered what exactly he should do about this ridiculous tattoo. “It’s not exactly in a place I can show you in public. I’d get arrested for… public indecency.”

Kacey rested his chin on the back of his knuckles casually, waiting patiently and silently as he anticipated an answer to his question. His smile widening as he watched how Garrett tried to buy himself some time before humoring Kacey with an answer. An eyebrow crooking up as his company explained it wasn’t anywhere visible right now. Chuckling lightly in reply, “Don’t tell me you have one of those god-awful bellybutton tattoos. Can’t stand those.”

As Garrett’s voice lowered Kacey found himself leaning in slightly to be able to listen to the man’s explanation. His grin widened when he heard that the offending tattoo wasn't somewhere that could be shown in public, gesturing a nod in Garrett’s direction as he spoke, “Come on, now you’re just teasing me. My imagination is getting the better of me now that I know it’s somewhere risqué. I would very much like to see your tattoo if you’d be willing to meet me elsewhere later.”

Shrugging slightly as he continued, “Mine’s somewhere not nearly as fun. Something basic I got early on in my career with some of the other guys. They all wanted the same one, a sort of guy's club if you will, but I made an addition to mine.”

[emilyeverglot]

It had been pure luck that Emily had found the pier and a job there. She had been working from place to place and with whatever instruments she could afford for awhile. It had been that way since he had left her in the cold. She had rotated instruments over time. But, there was this one violin that she held onto through everything. She didn’t know why it was so important. It had just become something that she had gotten attached to. 

It was the beginning of the day and Emily was getting ready to start to play for the day. She was grateful to be playing for a living because she loved it. She loved the feeling of the instruments in her hands, the notes as they hit the air, the familiar feeling that washed over her as she finished a song.

She was setting up as she spotted someone walking by who seemed to be eyeing her violin. “Do you play?” She questioned, curiously.

[kctrower]

The morning had been a tremulous one for Kacey, having to deal with repairing two broken down karts himself and attempting to reign in the anxious chaos from one of his employees at the same time. Just exiting the public restroom after carefully scrubbing the grease from underneath his fingernails, readjusting his watch as he sighed loudly. Glad that the frustrations had been dealt with quickly and cleanly, and only hoping he could be left alone for the rest of the night to prepare payroll.

As he was making his way to his office he spied a new face on the pier, dressed accordingly for a pier musician and preparing her instrument. It wasn’t an unusual sight for the musicians to set up shop, and he usually would simply walk past them going about his business. This time, though, he spied the young woman carefully preparing her instrument of choice. The aged violing caught his eye, reminding him of the one he had carefully stored in his home. 

She proved herself observant when he heard murmur her question to him, smiling softly as he nodded, “Indeed. I only play for my own enjoyment, but I wouldn’t snub my nose at an opportunity to hear any bow dance across the strings. Although, I would very much enjoy taking a moment to hear you play if you would humor me.”