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Not a lotta people left around.... Maddox Hare, 33. Narcotics detective.

[redmarcusheart-deactivated20150]

“Well, I would tell you but my lawyer is on vacation and I doubt you’d find it to be legal anyway.”

[maddoxhare-blog]

“Awh, you know me better than that, Marcus! Long as nobody’s gettin’ hurt, I can’t judge. Plus, I’m an excellent secret-keeper. And finder-- if you need help lookin’.”

[redmarcusheart-deactivated20150]

“Nope…nope…crap…nope…”

[maddoxhare-blog]

“What’cha lookin’ for, slick?”

[lolalcortez]

Well that depends… what are you willing to bet?

[maddoxhare-blog]

“Hmmm... ten dollars. Think you have the skill?”

[lolalcortez]

She shoots… she scores, and the crowd goes wild.

[maddoxhare-blog]

“Again! Bet’cha can’t do it twice.”

[orionmassetti]

“You can try.“

[maddoxhare-blog]

The grin on his face growing wider, March slid slowly to clear a space on the couch beside him. “Come here and read that shit to me,” he spoke boldly, lifting his chin just slightly as he pat the cushion. “It’ll be kinda hard to be big spoon with a book in your hand, you know.”

[catecheshire]

She knew it was hard to wrap one’s head around. It had been weeks since he had told her and Cate still didn’t quite believe it, even when he had held out the divorce papers for her to read. “Rebecca doesn’t know yet.” And that was one thing she would not wait for him to do for too long. The idea of her being in the dark and Cate being his side thing (and she wouldn’t say mistress, she hated that word). “I know. It’s insane, I’m still processing it all.”

Cate watched him carefully, a brow quirking in amusement as he made himself comfortable, laying on his side. A small, genuine smile flicked across her face at his words and she carefully joined her hands. “It’s…odd for me to trust you. Even more odd to show that I do. It’s a fucking lot to deal with, I know. I don’t know what this means, or how the fuck Rebecca’s going to react or what she’s going to do and what everyone else will do once they know.” She rubbed her hands across her face and into her hair, scrunching her fingers in it. “Marcus saw us getting a bit handsy at the party and I told him, yeah. He doesn’t hate you, though. He got jealous of you.”

[maddoxhare-blog]

Groaning, March rolled onto his stomach and rested his cheek on the cold floor. It wasn’t clean, but it wasn’t a mess-- as if that mattered. Cate spoke of an impending storm that was sure to leave bodies in its wake. There was no telling how wrathful the Red Queen would be in response to the news. “Well, let me know when she does so I can take Mads on vacation.”

Pushing himself up to rest on his elbows, he furrowed his brows and looked to Cate. Looked over her face a good moment, then sighed. “Jealous? You know he punched be square in the gut at that godforsaken birthday party-- just WHAM,” he slammed a fist to the floor, “No reason! No reason, at least, I thought back then. But ah, the reason is now clear. He punched me for you, Cate.” March’s expression softened as he let a small hum of a chuckle. “But I guess I would, too.”

[maddoxhare-blog]

“Have you ever hit the top of a doorway with your face? I feel like you’d have to watch out for that stuff. What are you, ten feet high?”

“Stand next to me, I wanna compare.”

[maddoxhare-blog]

text: whiskey

Whiskey: I saw a really beautiful yard full of sunflowers today.

Whiskey: It reminded me of you.

Whiskey: I hope you are well. x

March: 😋😋

March: yeah?? probably because I'm so tall and sunny

March: I'm good! work is just kickin my ass.

March: are you all good?? we should hang out 😘

[orionmassetti]

“Depends. Can you handle being little spoon?“

[maddoxhare-blog]

“But what if I wanted to be big spoon?”

[imrazorsharp-deactivated2015061]

Razor shook her head. “I’ve had enough of these mistakes. We can’t afford them right now.” She ran her tongue along her lips, thinking. That was a couple hundred dollars of merchandise right there, meaning her men were have to be punished. “Alright, keep me updated on that, please. Have you seen the two idiots around since?”

[maddoxhare-blog]

“I’d try to weasel it out of evidence but uh… you’ve probably heard about the trouble. Damn Captain has me on a watchlist.” He gave a shrug, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I have not– well, not myself. I think Mads said she heard somethin’ about Rick tryin’ to move more T to compensate or some shit like that. Like hell she'll let him, though. I dunno, see what she says?”

[maddoxhare-blog]

Conditions ✘ Ronan + March

It was like Christmas. On a good day, March followed the leads to make an arrest on a Black Spade dealer dumb enough to get caught-- but three dealers and a transporter with a bad attitude? The thought alone was euphoric. Something to brag about when going home to Mads and company, stroking that Red Club pride that never left his heart. Almost every Red who had been around before the previous year knew he was still good for it, working in favor of Rebecca without so much as a cent in return. Dare to call it a passion, finding ways to eliminate the enemy.

It was hard not to skip merrily through the DA’s office, but what March lacked in movement, he made up for with the grin he wore so wide on his face. Some could take it for disturbed, but truly, he was just elated. As he came to ADA Bouvard’s door, he nearly grabbed the handle to let himself in. It was a mistake he’d made a few times before, and a terrible one at that. So, he knocked first, and then proceeded to enter. 

“Ace! What’s good? No, don’t say it, I know what’s good,” he chimed, sliding over into the chair across from Ronan. Folded his hands in his lap to keep them steady. “How are we doin’ on that case down on Oak? We gonna reel in those shitheads or what?”

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[orionmassetti]

“Should I warm your milk and tuck you in first?“

[maddoxhare-blog]

“.... Yes, please.”

“And cuddle me until I fall asleep?”

[thetrickierbeaumont]

“I’m gonna try it. I’m gonna try it because why not? And if I die doing so, I’ll die eternally known as the guy who choked on two burritos - that shit’s news worthy.”

“Name’s Jesse, and I’m gonna guess your name isn’t actually Big Mouth McGee.”

[maddoxhare-blog]

“Now you’re talkin’. I just might have to do it with you for the fuck of it. Plus I’m gettin’ kinda hungry.”

“Ha! No, nope. It’s March-- like the month. You’re pretty cool, Jesse. Hope you don’t die chokin’ down these faux-Mexican food bundles.” 

[dottymouse-blog]

“Just means I always catch you when you’re drinking. I’m not judging, mine are probably the same.”

[maddoxhare-blog]

“I’ve got at least ten years on you, kiddo, and a whole lotta bullshit. And if you were really payin’ attention, you’d know it’s been two months since I touched a drink!”

[thetrickierbeaumont]

“Oh, one after the other. Gonna have to be more specific with this. I mean, you look like you might be able to choke two down at the same time, but I haven’t reached that level personally yet.”

[maddoxhare-blog]

“You could take it any way you want! Double fist ‘em, I dunno. Wait, what the hell makes me look like I could take two-in-one? My mouth’s not that big... is it?”

“What’s your name, anyway?”

[dottymouse-blog]

“I can tell, Marchie.”

[maddoxhare-blog]

“Uh, what is that supposed to mean?”