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Alexandra Paisley Scott

Age; 31 Hometown; Boston, MA Neighborhood; Downtown Occupation; Owner of Mon Cœur Cafe Sexuality; Bisexual

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Headcheerleder in high school, following in her mother’s footsteps.

Speaks three languages. Blake had spent years teaching her French and the year abroad came with an Italian language course.

Has a Great Dane named Kitty

Owns the building her cafe is in, the first two floors are dedicated to the cafe and the third floor is her apartment.

Unlike her sister, Lexie hadn’t joined the Sons. While she still spent plenty of time at the clubhouse it was usually to mother hen them. Supplying them with food when needed and making sure they were drinking plenty of water.

Is pretty sure she’ll never actually fall in love with another person again, Sophie had been a special case. And she didn’t think it was just the heartbreak talking.

While Blake had inherited their grandfather’s motorcycle, Lexie had been given their fathers a few years ago.

Her second arrest had been handled by her parents telling the police to keep her overnight. She may have learned, from a prostitute no less, the best way to kick someone ass if they tried to mess with her. She was still very proud of that knowledge.

When she’s not at work can usually be found playing softball, dragging her niece around town or of course the clubhouse.

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shepdecker

"Wow, you wound me," Shep replied, placing his free hand over his heart with a faux pained expression on his face. Jillian gave an excited squeal at the sight of the plate and quickly made her way to the table, getting settled and digging in as Shep took the closest empty seat, careful not to take it too quickly. "It's been good. Jilly's been in and out of the bounce houses it seems like most of the day, and she was hanging out with Gabe's daughter earlier by the pool and splash pad area. Wish it wasn't so hot, but you sign up for that sort of thing on a day like today." He chuckled. "I know you're super busy, but are you making sure to stay hydrated?"

lexiescott

Lexie slid in next to Jillian, reaching for one of the croissants, a smirk firmly in place on her lips. A smirk she'd learned from her sister, "My job here is done!" The rundown of the day so far brought a bright smile to her face. Bounce houses had always been her first stop as a kid back in Boston. Honestly the 4th was one of those days that made her homesick for Boston the most. The Boston Harborfest had always been her favorite thing as a kid. "It's so hot! If I had thought about it, I'd have brought a swimsuit for a jaunt in the pool." Lexie rolled her eyes playfully, nudging Jillian softly as she did, "Yes dad, staying perfectly hydrated. What about you? You taking breaks when you can?"

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who: @sanemkaplan | location: Bountiful Harvest

Lexie rolled her neck as she moved back into the back of the tent, smiling a lazy smile at Ines as the other blonde handled the line. As nice as the little break she'd had had been she knew that eventually she'd have to take back over. For now, though she decided to clean off the tables closet to the tent, picking up plates and empty cups. Turning around she paused as she felt herself almost collide with another person, "I'm so sorry!"

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who: @lylasalazar | location: Bountiful Harvest

Lexie gave a wave of thanks as she grabbed the two beers and headed for the blanket she'd laid out just a few minutes earlier. She slipped her bar key out of her pocket and popped one of the tabs, a deep sip before she stretched out on her back, with her eyes closed. She'd been working most of the day and was thankful to have sometime to herself for a little bit while Ines handled the stand. She felt a darkness pass in front of the sun and she held up the second bottle and the bar key, "Please tell me your day has been dull and boring so I don't regret signing up the cafe for a stand."

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shepdecker

WHO: @lexiescott LOCATION: Bountiful Harvest Vineyard & Winery

"Looks like you've been doing a killing today," Shep remarked once he'd gotten to the front of the line at the cafe's station. He'd always been proud of his cousin for managing to make such an upscale cafe work in as small a town as this one, so seeing the number of people making purchases caused another swell of pride. "I hope you've still got enough of those chocolate croissants left. Jillybean's been begging for one all day."

lexiescott

It had been an eventful day so far and Lexie was looking forward to taking a break, a break that seemed to be perfectly timed when she heard Shep's voice. Looking up with a smile she greeted him and Jillian with a smile, "Mmm, must of been family intuition because..." As she spoke she reached for a small plate she'd stashed away. "I kept these safe just for my favorite cousin, I'm of course talking about Jillian, none for you!" Lexie stuck her tongue out before gesturing towards the table next to her, "How has the day been treating you guys so far?"

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colemonroe

Cole knew the sort of uncomfortable spot this conversation likely put Lexie in, but he had to keep reminding himself that she’d known that risk going into it and told him anyway. Which in turn told Cole that this was something he couldn’t turn a blind eye to. “Just the door,” he agreed, for now. In the meantime, he’d been keeping an eye out, just as Lexie asked him to. Hell, even if she hadn’t prompted it, Cole was involved now– he had no choice. More often than not, he took that vow to serve and protect more seriously than the fucking local law did. “If it was just you?” He parroted back, lifting a brow and shaking his head, “Nah, that shit’s not gonna fly.” Cole hadn’t like the way that sounded, as if Lexie’s safety was somehow less important. It wasn’t. There was no such thing as just her, not in Cole’s eyes, and especially not when the threat was this credible. “Just say the word,” he murmured, an emotion akin to anger ticking at the back of his jaw at the thought of this sick fuck stalking Peyton too, “One way or another, he’ll back off.”

lexiescott

"Thank you. I mean it." Not that she really needed to clarify, the relief that had settled into her bones was visible. Not just that he agreed to fix the door, but that he'd agreed to leave it that... for now. Lexie shook her head, her hand raising in the air in a stop motion, "That's not what I meant, I just meant if it was only, as in singular, me he was stalking. I can handle that, I mean... I might be all small and... well blonde but Blake Scott is my sister. Plus..." Lexie reached into her pocket and pulled out her balisong knife, "I never go anywhere without this." And yes, a part of her felt like Peyton was more important, but that was because this was her niece they were talking about, "I promise, I will tell you if I change my mind." Lexie secured the bags in her hands into the trunk of her car, "Honestly just knowing someone else knows and is keeping an eye out is enough for now."

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Lexie Scott; 4th of July

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romanmcnulty

WHO: @lexiescott LOCATION: First & Vine

One thing Roman and Lexie would do on occasion was go to the florist downtown together, Lexie for the cafe and Roman if he needed fresh flowers for a cake order. This was one of those times, and with lavender being in season, he figured he'd see how much they had in store. "Are you preparing for something special this time or is it just a refresh for what's already there?" he asked, walking down one of the aisles and comparing the colors of the roses with the color palette the bride had sent to the bakery. "I wish you could just grab colors in real life like you can online using that eyedropper tool. That'd be helpful right now."

lexiescott

Lexie's fingers wrapped around the stem of the nearest flower, bringing it close to breathe in the scent, "I'm thinking of replacing a few of the plants around the cafe and doing a bunch of red, white and blue stuff. I haven't fully decided, plus I just want to get some flowers for my mom." She shrugged her shoulders before turning back towards Roman, her head tilting sideways in thought, "I have an idea!" Lexie reached into her bag pulling out her tablet, "Take a picture of the color pallet and a few flowers that look close enough and we can eyedrop them on here." She shook the tablet in one hand, "Is she looking for just roses on the cake?"

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izzyemmysanti

WHO: @lexiescott LOCATION: Stargazing Station

Izzy knew Lexie had been having a hard time since the bike festival back in October. She had been feeling similarly ever since losing Kate, so she thought it could be nice for the two of them to get away from the noise for a while and allow themselves the chance to let go. "I like to come out here during the summer more than any other time of year. It's a lot clearer," Izzy said, voice quiet as she stared up at the night sky. The lack of clouds allowed for a crystal clear view of the constellations above as they shrouded the deep black nothingness of space. "It's crazy to think that the stars we're seeing now have probably burned out by now, wherever they are."

lexiescott

Lexie's fingers traced absentminded patterns into the blanket underneath them, her eyes watching the stars but not really seeing them in that moment. She could remember the first time she'd sat under the stars in this quiet stretch of land. She'd always loved the stars, and while Boston had a few places with decent views of the sky, it wasn't until her dad had gathered the family up and drove them out here the night Blake got out of the hospital that Lexie had fallen in love with the night sky. Stars you could see for miles and lights from a big city were an hour away. "It is, stars seem so... everlasting. You can look at the same sky for years and you can see the same thing every time and if feels like it'll never change." Her words are soft and melodic as they pass her lips, "And then, like everything else, it does. Suddenly, a star that has always been there is gone, and yeah the crazy part is it has probably been gone the whole time."

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emiri-tezel-deactivated20250915

She nods softly, understanding. Seeing, or more assuming that Lexie's love language was feeding people. Emiri didn't like to see her sad, however, happy to want to give her a comfortable space to just let whatever she needed out. Finding herself sorting through her cupboards and pulling out a bunch of snacks that she knew Lexie liked and placing them on the coffee table. Open for anyone to reach. Though it's as she sat down and heard her mention of having nightmares since October that she froze, the festival her dad died at still being something she was dealing with and in some ways she could relate. "I can't sleep, either." She admits. Though she feels stupid considering that was last year and yet, all she did ever see was her dad bleeding to death, taking his last breath in a world he cared so much about. "What're you... do you want to talk more about it?" She asks, giving Lexie that opportunity to do so, pushing her own feelings on the backburner for now.

lexiescott

Lexie has tried and tried to find the words to talk about how she's feeling. Sheperd had suggested she talked to someone, and it had felt right, but then New Year's Eve had happened, and she'd found herself right back where she started. Too scared to talk about it. And for everyone that was there at the festival only a few people could understand how Lexie had felt standing there that day. She could still hear the echoing muffled noises and a distant metallic clanging sound that was piercing and then grew quieter and quieter. She hadn't known it then but it had been Blake, trapped under a bike trying to get someone's attention. She remembered stumbling through the mess only to find her sister, and the god-awful pain that had shot through her at the sight, because if you had asked her in that moment she would have told you that she was pretty sure Blake was dead. And then Blake had actually almost died in the hospital. All of that being said... she knew it didn't compare to Emiri's experience that day, but at least there was a brief feeling of being able to understand it. "If we need to stop talking just say the words Em. I found Blake that day and I thought, I thought she'd died. And I can't close my eyes without seeing it. Then Sheperd almost died and suddenly it was both of them taking up all the coherent thoughts in my mind. I don't know... I don't know how to move forward." How did people move forward from a point in time that felt never ending.

lexiescott

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colemonroe

Cole would never understand it. He’d never understand how anyone could genuinely feel they had some sort of claim over another person, especially a child. Sure, he understood protectiveness, but that was something altogether different from what he felt like Lexie was describing between Blake’s stepfather and her daughter. It felt darker than that– more sinister, which naturally put Cole on high alert the way situations like this always would. By definition, Cole was a criminal– that supposedly meant that he could turn a blind eye to horrible things and aligned more with the morally gray. That was only partially true. He could overlook quite a bit, often because his own survival depended on it, but one thing he’d never been able to stomach was any sort of harassment against women. It didn’t matter what form it took, he’d always stand square shouldered against it, which was why the path this conversation had started down was beginning to worry him. But right now, it felt like they were talking in circles, and Cold had never been good at that. He didn’t need to spin words around a thousand different ways– he needed action. “Do ya need me to take care of anythin’?” He offered, seeing no harm in cutting right to the chase, “Can talk to the fucker if ya want– I don’t care.” If she was worried about Blake getting involved, Cole had no problem stepping in. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d shoved an overstepping man back a few paces, and he doubted it’d be the last.

lexiescott

Lexie wasn't sure how to answer, she felt like she was betraying her sister's trust by even mentioning what she had. Asking Cole to do more than fix her own personal door? Was that overstepping more than Blake would have been okay with? She wasn't even sure what she could ask Cole to do, "Just the door, for right now. Maybe just... keep an eye out? If it was just me, he's stalking I can deal with it and there's no need to worry or tell Blake. But if it's Peyton..." If it was Peyton Blake needed to know and her sister would have to deal with some very painful parts of her childhood. "Then maybe a good old-fashioned visit from the big bad MC President is just what we need."

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zeynepdemirci-deactivated202401

That was something Zeynep could relate to, needing a night off. If she was being honest with herself, she needed more than one night off. "You know I can't speak about cases," she teases the other. "And nah, they are all boring at the moment. It was never dull in Vegas."

There was part of her that missed the city life, but it felt right being home.

"How are things going for you Lex?"

lexiescott

An involuntary eyebrow rose at the words, the not speaking about cases wasn't the surprise, but the fact that things were boring in Tonopah was incredibly surprising. "Wow have things finally calmed down in this old town?" Now that she thought about it, Shepherd and Katie's shooting had been the last big thing she could recall. "I think most places would be dull compared to Vegas though, yeah? Sin City and all that."

She paused in thought, while things were still... off kilter with her, hence the night off to drink, she was starting to feel more like herself. Maybe it was because it was summer, and she was ever a summer child. "I'm... good. And that pause wasn't a lying pause so keep your detective self from analyzing it!" The cheeky words were punctuated with a wink. "So aside from the boringness of your job currently, how are you?"

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emiri-tezel-deactivated20250915

"I'm sure it does." She chuckles, having never really been disappointed by food that didn't smell as good as it looked. But maybe she was lucky with that. "The least you could do then, huh?" She's joking, lightly laughing as she jests. She wondered if Taliah would actually even eat the food Lexie made, not because it'd be awful, but because her cousin seemed to be slacking. Either way, Emiri was nothing but determined. Listening to her friend she nods lightly, understanding her fake it until you make it comment. "Yeah it is." Acceptable. "Do you want to talk about it? I'm a good listener? I can also get us drinks, snacks, you name it?" She offers, wanting to try and make Lexie feel better in some senses, all while she wondered what was on her mind. She wouldn't mind if Lexie didn't want to talk, she wouldn't be offended, yet she did feel it was always better, mentally, at least, to speak once in a while.

lexiescott

Lexie nodded her head, "It feels like the least I can do, I think because it is what I do. So, if I can't even cook for someone what can I do, you know?" It wasn't even that she felt obligated to, it was just a natural instinct when it came to making those around her feel better. Now if only she could figure out the way to make herself feel better. "It's not that I don't want to talk about it, and you are always a great person to talk to...And snacks sound great." It just felt like what was bothering her was nothing compared to what Emiri was dealing with. At the same time Lexie wasn't Blake, even if she had felt like her sister lately, she didn't keep things bottled up, preferring to deal with things and talk things out. "Do you... I've been having nightmares. Since October."

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theodoreknox

"I told you when we started that I was broke." The lights from the arcade games created a twinkle in his eye as he shot her a cheeky grin. He wasn't lying, most of the money he had spent on buying Kian's birthday presents. The boy loved Dino's and the last thing Theo wanted to do was disappoint his son. "Yeah, I can go for another round of pool. Then I gotta get goin'. I promised Gabe I would help him at the brewery."

lexiescott

Lexie gently bumped his side as she walked past, a laugh on her lips, "I meant the tickets!" She knew that Theo having money on him was a rare occurrence, she always made sure she brought enough for both of them and never made a big deal about it. It wasn't that different from how she treated any of the other Sons really, they were family and it was just money, who gave a shit? "Okay one round! I'll get us new drinks, what do you want?" She paused in thought before turning back around towards him, "Speaking of helping could you help me with a catering gig next week? I just need some muscle to help move shit around."

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colemonroe

“A fuckin’ letter,” Cole confirmed, unable to help the way he chuckled at it because really, it was the only suitable reaction to how everything had landed in the end. The whole thing felt like a joke to him now, leading him to wonder if Cassie had ever been serious about the two of them at all, or if it was just another vice for her. But in the end, it didn’t really matter. He had more pressing things to fixate on other than a teenage love gone wrong. Leaning against the counter, he cast a narrow eyed look at Lexie, quietly wondering where all of this was leading. “On that, we agree,” he chuckled, though the humor in the moment fell away just as quickly as it had come about. While Cole didn’t know very much at all about Kevin Lancaster, he didn’t have to in order to pick up on the idea that neither Lexie nor Blake wanted the man around. But he didn’t know what to do with that information, not unless he knew a little more. Frowning gently, Cole shook his head, “What’s he want with Blake and Peyton?” As soon as he asked, though, he realized it didn’t really matter. If the man was going as far as breaking locks, whatever he wanted couldn’t be good and that was enough for Cole to feel like he couldn't let it go. “Do ya think they’re in danger?”

lexiescott

Lexie flashed a brief smile at his words, beyond what led them to this conversation, she really did have a love-hate affair with trouble. A sigh left her as she thought about how to answer him, "He thinks that because Blake is his stepdaughter, he has some kind of claim as Peyton's grandfather. Mind you he's never even met her, Blake's made sure of that." It wasn't a total lie, Blake had told her about Christmas... but it went beyond that. Lexie felt like proof of that. It felt like he was looking for a replacement for Blake. "I don't think Blake is." The truth was she'd hate to be the person on the other end of Blake's wrath if they tried to hurt her now. Plus, the Sons would always have Blake's back, even if Lexie knew how hard it was for her sister to trust that. "I'd have gone to Dad but he'd be apoplectic about it, and I just want to keep it as close to quiet as possible. I know Blake needs to know, but I also don't want her to do something she can't take back." Again.

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Katherine McNamara

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kathrynharinger

FOR: ALL.

WHERE: The Lost Word Bookstore.

WHEN: 28th of May, 2023.

The small bookstore was tucked away in a quiet corner of town, its unassuming facade hiding the wonders within; books littering every possible space, while some how retaining a clean-cut aesthetic. Straight emmaculate hair cascaded down her shoulders, while she wore a perfect combination of elegance and class; pearls and monochrome tartant.

The bell above chimed, announcing a new arrival to the cozy haven that had become her sanctuary over the past two months. The air was heavy with the scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee, intermingling to create an intoxicating aroma that enveloped Kathryn, it was pratically her perfume these days. Dust particles danced in the sunbeams that filtered through the small windows, casting a magical aura over the crowded space.

Kathryn's eyes darted around, absorbing the scene before her, before they found the new comer, a potential customer. The bookstore was a treasure trove of knowledge, a place where she could lose herself amidst the pages and forget about the dangerous game she had been forced to play. Fender, the enigmatic mentor who controlled her life, had ordered her into hiding, and this little bookstore had become her only solace.

She was an enigma herself, a woman of contradictions. Her refined demeanor and captivating presence masked a duplicitous nature. Kathryn was well-versed in the art of deception, a scam artist par excellence. She possessed a vast repertoire of knowledge, acquired through her insatiable thirst for learning and her uncanny ability to manipulate situations to her advantage.

''Hello, welcome.'' She spoke, her accent much different from theres. No matter how long she'd been in this country, she was well and truly British. ''Is there something I can help you with?''

lexiescott

She wasn't sure what it was about The Lost Word but every time she stepped foot in the store it made her feel like she was back in Florence. Maybe it was the way the store was tucked away, a hidden gem amongst the stores restaurants that surrounded it. It reminded her of the bookstore she'd spent way too much time in.

She'd spent hours curled up in an old leather chair and letting the atmosphere transport her to wherever the current book took her. The smell of coffee in the air wasn't the same but the smell of old books was. Lexie inhaled deeply as she moved passed the door. Even though she was there with a specific goal in mind, she was ready to spend a day lost in the pages of whatever book she could find. A voice pulled her from her musings and she smiled softly, "I was wondering if you had any old law books? Or even some case studies? Or just any significant books about historic law?"

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