Take me to a 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 place, where love is not 𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 based, and fear is just a 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 they can define, where I've ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ hope and happiness, is found in every 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 chest, 'cause all those hearts are ʍօɾҽ or less inclined, to give it all away w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ a fear of what's to break, the a̲n̲s̲w̲e̲r̲ that we never seem to find, the hand we 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 take disintegrate without a trace, and 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 the ones they've always left behind.
Everyone suspects FRANCO GUTIERREZ ALVAREZ of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and HR has yet to roll the dice. HIS fixation on the neon lights of Nevada started TWENTY NINE years ago but when the lights start to hum, they close their eyes. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of FIREFIGHTER. They’re often mistaken for ALBERTO ROSENDE before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. FRAN better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY NINE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of BELIEVER BY IMAGINE DRAGON.
Bio:
tw: alcoholism, emotional abuse, death
Franco was born and raised in Las Vegas, so he doesn't know how it was to live anywhere else. He never moved because it was home to him, despite all the things that happened and the crime organizations, he never left, and he honestly don't see himself living anywhere else. He visited diferente places, but the short period of time he spent on them, he ended up missing home a lot.
His relationship with his mom was really good, he was close to her and would do absolutely everything for her. He always told her everything, and she was basically his best friend. His relationship with his dad, however... It was really bad. His dad was always drunk, and a lot of times was far from loving, he never laid a hand on him nor on his mom, but he always said pretty nasty things to them.
He tried many times to convince him that he should seek help, but he was always very stubborn, especially considering that the person saying that, was much younger than him, therefore, he thought that he wasn't mature enough to know what was best for him. Sadly, his dad's story didn't end well, he got into a car accident when Franco was 15 years old, and stayed in a coma for a few weeks, before he passed away. Despite the fact that he wasn't the best dad and husband, he and his mom suffered a lot with his death, but they were each other's support system, and that helped a lot.
After what happened to him, he made a promise to himself, to never let himself get to that point. He did drink alcohol, but never enough to get drunk. The sadness was massive, but he refused to let that stop him from living his life, so he finished high school and then majored in fire science. While still in college, he was a volunteer at the fire station, both because he couldn't wait to become a firefighter, and because he knew that it would make easier to get the job after he finished college.
Once he had his degree, he started to work as a firefighter. He also moved out of his mom's place, because he wanted to be more independent, but he visited her almost every day, especially considering the things that happened in the city, he wanted to make sure that she was okay. He called her a lot too, when he couldn't visit her and sometimes on days he visited her too. He couldn't sleep without knowing that she was safe and sound. He thought about moving away and taking her with him sometimes, but in the end, he always ended up staying there.
Kasey nudges him with her hand as she laughs at his words, chewing on her lower lip to hold back the smile daring to curve her features. Truthfully, being married to him wasn’t so bad and for the first time in months she doesn’t think about the tragic bloody background she comes from. She shakes her head as she walks towards the pasta line. “You wouldn’t be a pasta lover and I don’t know if I could just annul you if you weren’t a fan of pasta that might be divorce terms.” She jokes.
His smile grew when she laughed, making someone laugh, was always something that could brighten up his day, “Can’t blame you, I honestly think the same way. We can’t trust someone that doesn’t like pasta,” he joked, he was obviously not being serious, he could respect people’s different taste and opinions. However, he wouldn’t lie, he couldn’t understand why anyone would dislike it, “Okay, how about chocolate, how do you feel about it?” it was another thing that he always had at his place, it was heaven sent.
“Alright man, this is important.” Jesse began as he stared at his reflection in the front of the shop. “Today’s the day I finally decide if I’m getting my nose pierced and I’m going to need your honest opinion.” He reached for the nearest marker, a black sharpie to draw a small dot to resemble what a stud could possibly look like on his face. “Nose ring or no nose ring?” He questioned, slowly turning to reveal his masterpiece.
If he wanted someone to give him an honest opinion, he came to the right guy. Franco was a sweet guy, but he wasn’t usually one to lie just to spare someone’s feelings. He treated others the way he wanted to be treated, and if he preferred honesty over sugarcoating, then he would do the same for others, “Alright, let’s see,” he waited for the other to finish doing whatever he was doing, and carefully studied it, before giving his answer, “Looks pretty good in my opinion.”
Julian decides to roam the area, blend in even though his piece is up against his lower back tucked in the band of his jeans. He walks towards the slushie truck, standing in line. He adjusts his head phones and lifts his gaze up towards the man in front of him. “Franco,” he nods in a greeting. “It’s been a while.” He clears his throat as he shoves his hands into his pockets. “How are things going?”
Franco was sipping on his drink, when the familiar man approached him. He was always glad to bump into people that he knew, “Hey, Julian,” he gave him a smile, “Things are good,” he couldn’t complain, “There’s just one small thing that happened, and that I’m trying to fix it,” he was talking about the marriage, but honestly, he was actually kind of glad it happened. He got to meet Kasey, she was someone nice to have around, “How about you?”
Kasey stands by one of the food tents, holding a plate of pasta in her hand as she lifts her eyes up to see the dark-haired man that is currently still her husband. The both of them were in the process of working through getting it annulled and a friendship was quickly forming between them so she figured why not approach him. “Care to share some pasta with me?”
There was a good side about marrying Kasey, he found a new friend in her. They’ve spent a really long time together, trying to figure how the annulment worked exactly. They got to talk, and he saw himself enjoying her company, “What kind of husband I would if I didn’t?” he teased her with a small grin, “And what kind of pasta lover I would be if I said no.”
open to: everyone (capping at 0/4)
location: three fates diner
Azra couldn’t help but take a look around at everything the diner had on display. It was the desserts that caught her eye as she walked along the counter, grabbing a small plate from the side before cutting herself a fresh piece of cheesecake. Her eyes focused as she began to lift it onto her plate, not realizing that the person in front of her was inching towards her arm. Cheesecake fell from her knife onto the plate, Azra fumbling with the plate a bit before successfully steadying it in her hands. “Shit — that was close. I didn’t get any of the whipped cream on you, did I?” She questioned, pausing to take a look at the damage — if there was any. “I hear they make it with fresh bits of cooked pumpkin.”
Honestly, he couldn’t judge anyone for being a messy eater, he could be too when he was really excited about something. Desserts were always something he definitely got very excited about, he had a sweet tooth. He didn’t really eat it before eating something salty, because he would feel like something was missing if he did, but he definitely got upset when he couldn’t eat something sweet after a meal, “Nah, you’re good,” he smiled at her, “I heard that too, it definitely seems like they did, I tried that one already, good choice.”
location: toddy leash’s ice box
opened to: everyone
“Goddamn, I didn’t realize it was going to be this cold in here - although I should have guessed, shouldn’t I have?” Altan smirked, shaking his head as he grabbed a drink from the ice bar. “How are you enjoying yourself? It’s my first time here - the coolness is nice though, I think it’s about ninety degrees outside. Some kind of fall, right?”
“You probably should have,” he let out a small laugh, sometimes he joked about how he was born in the wrong city, since he was a cold lover, yet he didn’t live somewhere that could be as cold as other places, “I’m enjoying it a lot, I always loved cold, so this is nice,” he smiled at the other, “Yeah, but I’m kind of used to it, I lived here since I was born, so.”
After a busy day at work, he sometimes needed to have a few drinks to ease his mind. There were some days that were stressful, and he needed something to take off his mind of everything. He didn’t mind going alone, but he rarely stayed that way for the rest of the night. He either ran into someone he knew or he made new friends, because he was really friendly, and tended to be easy going. As he stepped inside, he noticed the familiar blonde sitting on one of the stools. They met when he was in college at a party, and he still considered her a friend. He walked to her, and as he got closer, he couldn’t help but notice she seemed blue, “Hey, Audrey,” he gave her a small smile, “Is there someone sitting here?” he asked, as he pointed at the stool by her side, which seemed empty.
The brunette wasn’t sure if she was ready to see anyone else but maybe it was time to at least try and change her mind or do something other than wish that it had all turned out to be different. It was done with and she couldn’t burry her head in the sand anymore. So naturally, she put it out there in an attempt to try and see how it would fell to say aloud. It wasn’t as horrible as she anticipated. After a quick nod, she flashed him a smile. “The bar and night club sound like they’re a good start but I have to go with the bar. I don’t know how ready I am go be thrown in a sea of people.” The idea of watching people race wasn’t an horrible idea, either. “Maybe we just go get a coffee or something? Is that too boring?”
Considering that places that was so crowded that he could barely move, weren’t really his thing, he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to go to the club yet. Every time he went to one, he needed to go outside for a few minutes after some time, because he couldn’t handle staying in there for too long, “That’s fair, the bar can be really fun, and I met a lot of nice people in there,” it was how he met one of his exes. Drinking and chatting, was a good way to get to know someone, “No, it’s not too boring, there’s nothing wrong with just going to a café, I’m not gonna judge you for it.”
“No, but maybe you’re so good at it, that I just never noticed,” he pointed out, okay, now he was just pulling her leg, he couldn’t help himself. His love language was teasing, or at least, one of them anyway.
Katerina watched what seemed like a subtle dispute, her eyes honing in on the subtle twitch of an eye or brief frown between words attempting her best to catch sight of any other clues. “It’s fun to try and guess, but part of me just needed to pick a drinking game.” She explained with a shrug before turning her attention back to the man beside her. “You know you don’t have to pay for my drinks, right? Though it’s super sweet of you.” She appreciated the gesture knowing that he was genuine but it still wasn’t something she was super used to. “What are you thinking for a price?”
“That’s fair,” he let out a small laugh, he tended to avoid drinking games, because he wanted to control how much he would drink. If he was part of a drinking game, he could possibly end up drunk, which is not something he would like at all, “I know, but I want to, you know, other girls would love to be pampered,” he teased her, “If you’re complaining maybe I should stop,” he grinned at her, knowing that it wasn’t what she was doing, but he couldn’t help but tease her, “How about, hm...” he tapped his chin, “The loser has to buy a cake for the winner?”
Kasey never imagined she’d be someone who would get drunk and hitched especially such a corny city like Las Vegas. She settles her hands around the glass of whiskey and raises up off the bar, bringing it to her lips to take a sip of it. “How exactly do we want to fix this? I don’t really want anything from you and you don’t want anything from me. Do we get divorced? Annulled?” She shrugs her shoulders. “Can’t say I ever imagined ending up in a situation like this.”
Considering that they got married in Vegas, and while drunk, getting an annulment could be easy, right? They had to see that it was an accident. He knew that they were irresponsible, but they weren’t themselves, they were hammered, “I say for us to try to annul it first, and if we can’t for some reason, we go for the divorce, but considering how it happened, they could let us annul it, right?” he frowned lightly, “Same here, I don’t know what on earth my drunk self was thinking.”
“welcome to styx..” josie said with an exaggerated sigh as she heard the door chime. not bothering to look up. she was cleaning bottles and the bar was practically dead at this time of day. she didn’t feel herself at all and there was no time for fake smiles in her book. “i’ll be with you soon… whatever. just tell me what you want.” she said finally just turning around. tossing the dish towel on the back counter.
It wasn’t every day that he went to the bar at that time of the day, but he was needing it. It wasn’t always that he had a peaceful day, there were times that it was a stressful event, after the other, and alcohol was one of the things that could help on days like that. He didn’t plan to get drunk, but he did plan to have a few drinks, “Alright, just a rum with coke, please,” he gave a small smile, he had noticed that she seemed to be having the same kind of day that he did, but decided not to comment anything.
There was a warmth that overtook him, one that dribbled off his lips after the choke between a scoff and laugh pulled his mouth off the rim of his glass. It had melted the tension that typically sat between his shoulders, a paralyzation of fight or flight that had yet to leave his body until he was under another influence that forced them to be limp. There was a softness to Atticus now in comparison to the rigidness that hummed off of him, especially under the harsh light of the pharmacy. There was a charm that was usually diluted, something that was exhausted under tired eyes. This was a revival of the Atticushe knew, the one he left in New York and who sober he knew better than to revive.
“That’s the goal,” He interjected. “It’s a Friday night, we’re just a walk from getting home, it’s the recipe for the sweetest disaster. Bask in it a little longer before giving up. Next round’s on me. What do you want?”
Names could not always come easily to him, took longer for him to remember, but faces, they were always easy. It was why the moment that he saw the other, he remembered him. He knew that they had met before, not too long ago, “I suppose,” he couldn’t say that he planned to get drunk though. He wouldn’t judge the other for doing it, but he would prefer to stay sober, “Are you sure?” he raised his eyebrow, not sure if he should accept the offer, since he didn’t know whether he was already drunk or not. He didn’t want to take advantage of it.
