Mauricio Aguirre @mauricioaguirre - Tumblr Blog

marcusortiz:

Having a drink was supposed to help clear his mind, he needed a break from the real world but that wasn’t working. The Whiskey burned on the way down but that didn’t actually help anything. All this did was remind him that he didn’t actually like straight whiskey. Still he poured himself another shot from the bottle that was next to him. Looking over at the person who was sitting next to him he held out the bottle, “I don’t want to drink alone.” @charmingstarter

“Then you should drink tequila, mijo,” Mauricio commented dryly as he took the bottle and poured out a shot for himself. He could appreciate a good whiskey on occasion, but that taste had developed only after he’d started drinking añejo tequila. Mauricio lifted his shotglass towards Marcus. “Salud,” he offered, his dark eyes searching the younger man’s.

#marcusortiz

fullcourtpreston:

Preston looked up and saw who it was.. “Mauri!” He said loud enough over the music for the other man to hear. “Tequila anejo it is.!” He said as he poured the alcohol over the ice for him. “Things are good. Busy as you can see.” He waved his hand to show the bar. “How are you? Things good? How is the family?” He asked as he set the glass in front of him.

Mauricio grinned at Preston. “Good bars are busy bars,” he mused. The advisor nodded his thanks as the drink was set in front of him. “They’re good. My wife has the granddaughters for the night, and they’ve decided to have a girl’s night so I figured I’d make myself scarce. Salud,” he added as he lifted his glass to take a sip. “I’ve painted my toe nails with them, but once the oldest broke out the eyeshadow, I knew they were going to get serious. Alma tells me she has a crush now, heaven help me. I don’t know what I’m going to do when mis nietas start dating.”

#fullcourtpreston

neontigrr:

natalie let her muscles ease down to a relaxed stance, as she realized who the shadowy figure really belonged to. over time, as the club had become more and more of a family to her, she’d grown (quite predictably) to consider mauricio a sort of relative — not the way rett was family, but with the reassurance that, at least, she had someone watching her back when she needed it. “doesn’t get any more dangerous than this”, she joked, a bright smile that was perhaps too naive, downplaying the nature of his words. not that they weren’t on edge — the whole town of charming, needing far too much time to recover from all this. her smile faltered, but natalie stepped closer, arms folded across her chest, head tilted to look at the stars, the glimmering blue outline of passing clouds, the faded moonlight. “it really is”, she mused, letting her gaze lose itself in the darkness — then, with a chuckle, she returned to nod at her bike. “i think tempest’s last days are coming up, though. girl’s getting more tired by the second”.

mauricio laughed, and it felt good. sometimes the club members didn’t make him feel old, and he was glad every chance he got to feel young. natalie’s words were naive, but she was a devil for a reason. mirroring her, mauricio looked up, taking in the stars. it made him think of night rides done for fun, nothing but crisp air and clear skies for as far as the eye could see. he’d love to take such a ride again. his eyes went to her bike, and the smile on his lips was indulgent. “she has served you well, but we all deserve rest. have you been thinking on a new bike?” the question was still rather grave. perhaps it was what his daughters would label ‘new age’, but he truly felt that his bike was more than an extension of his body. it had a spirit akin to his own. the prospect of finding another bike with the same kind of feel as the one he had now was daunting.

#neontigrr #[ a thousand years later omfg i'm so sorry ]

halealexander:

it had been a truly long time since alexander had seen mauricio. after all his choice to leave the mc had been a hard one. he had left behind basically his family in a way. sure he had his biological family but the mc had been the one he had chosen. he found himself putting on a slight smile,” indeed.” he was reaching to place his hand in the older man’s, not thinking twice about wrapping his other arm around him. he was shrugging at the question being asked since he never knew how to answer it,” i’m surviving,” he admitted,” some days are easier than others but i’m trying to make it.” he hoped that he was convincing but he didn’t know,” how about you? how are you doing?”

mauricio pressed a had to alexander’s shoulder as he pulled away, as if to reinforce that alexander would always be welcome. the older man nodded at alexander’s answer. it wasn’t surprising, given the circumstances. “surviving is the first step,” he commented, though there would be not mistaking the concern in his eyes. “i’m good, spending time chasing after the grandkids. if you can break away sometime, you should come over for dinner sometime. alma would love to see you, too.” even if alexander would rather spend his time alone, mauricio knew that his wife would want to send a meal his way. “why don’t you join me for a beer?” the advisor wasn’t sure if alexander had planned on going in the clubhouse or not, but it couldn’t hurt to offer, right?

#halealexander

@marcusortiz

“Marcus,” the older man said with a nod as he rose from his chair, stepping to meet the younger man. One arm extended to the younger man, a signal to the embrace he was ready to pull Marcus into. He worried for the president, but had often worried for him long before the crown fell on his head. “How are you? Adelita? ¿La princessa?” The questions fell eagerly. Just as he would like to look after Marcus, he’d like to look after Adelita and Faith. Especially with everything that had happened. Mauricio held back the stream of questions he had in favor of Marcus answering the ones that had been laid out. The advisor felt a special responsibility to the younger man. He’d become a member the year before Marcus was born, had watched him grow into a man and the leader he was today.

#marcusortiz #[ a thousand yeas later i'm so sorry ]#[ pls let me know if you want something different ]

rettkahale:

status: closed for @mauricioaguirre location: charming auto / 7 p.m.

This was the first time Rett had been seeing the clubhouse and other members of the mc since his trip to Hawai’i with his daughter, returning only a day ago. Rowan had told him all about the shooting, how it had been a gang from Utah, that luckily no one in the mc had been killed and as far as he knew, the only person dead was the mayor. The fucking mayor, like, was that shit on purpose?

He swung open the door to the auto shop, nodding at one of the mechanics before making his way to the back. “Yo!” he called out, heading towards the clubhouse. “I’m back! Anyone here??” He entered one of the offices, finding Mauricio. “Riz!” He grinned, pulling the advisor in for a hug. Mauricio was like a father to him, he had been for all the fifteen years Rett was in the mc, even back when he was a prospect. “How’s it goin’ man? Back from Maui. You the only one here?”

Mauricio turned at the sound of the door opening, and a smile quickly appeared on his face as he saw Rhett. He stood as Rett approached, putting his arms around the younger man. “Good to have you home. How was your trip?” Mauricio pulled away and gestured for Rett to sit with him. “For the moment, but I’m sure others will come. Things have been busy since the town meeting. You’ve heard, yes?”

Mauricio moved to sit again, hoping that he wouldn’t need to be the one to tell the other about what had happened. The town was still grieving from the experience in a big way, and would be for a while. The advisor’s dark brown eyes searched the other man’s face. Coming home to the aftermath would have had to take some kind of toll on the other.

#rettkahale #[ sorry all i have are icons atm! ]

halealexander:

alexander didn’t know what he was doing there. he had been leaning against his motorcycle and smoking his third cigarette. normally he wasn’t a chain smoker but he was nervous. he had parked right in front of the garage. part of him wanted to go in and the other part of him thought he should just leave. it wasn’t like he was entirely welcome even if he was merely a nomad. he knew that if he wanted back in that it would be possible. yet at the same time he knew how his wife felt about the mc. that was probably part of why she had wanted to leave back when she had. it took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t alone. mauricio had just arrived from the looks of it and alexander cleared his throat,” oh, hey,” he breathed,” it’s been a long time.” @mauricioaguirre

mauricio smiled as he approached alexander. “too long, mijo,” he responded, though there was no bitterness there. usually, he refrained from using such terms of endearments around the clubhouse - there was a time and place for that sort of thing, but seeing as it was only the two of them, he’d figured an exception could be made. and truly, it had been quite a long time. mauricio extended a hand, fully intent on pulling alexander in for an embrace. “how are you doing, alexander?” there was a mix of fondness and concern in his dark eyes. all roads lead home, even if it was where the traveller did not want to go. perhaps that was what worried him when he saw the younger man.

#halealexander #[it's lovely!]

fullcourtpreston:

@charmingstarter

Preston was working the bar tonight. Things were pretty busy and he needed to keep things moving. So he moved two of the bartenders to the floor to work with the wait staff. He started at one end of the bar and worked his way to the end. He saw someone sitting at the end waiting patiently and approached them. He pulled out a drink napkin, setting on the bar in front of them. “What can I get ya?” He asked the person, without looking up to see who it was.

It was nice to be out, especially when the bar was busy. His wife and granddaughters were having a ‘girl’s night’ so he left them to their fun. Rather than settle at the clubhouse, the advisor had opted for Hoopers. Seeing Preston behind the bar had brought a smile to his face and he’d waited patiently, knowing full well that he’d be taken care of in good time. While he waited, he listened, keeping an ear out for anything of potential interest. “Tequila añejo over ice, please,” Mauricio answered when the younger man got to him. “How are things going on the fun side of the bar?”

#fullcourtpreston

auroragillenkerk:

LOCATION: Sweet Escape’s Bakery

TIME: Early evening

OPEN TO: anyone!

It seemed like the last few days had been the longest ever for Aurora. The town of Charming was slowing trying to regain a sense of normalcy after everything that went down at the town meeting. When would thing feel normal? It probably was going to take awhile, that’s one thing that the young girl knew. The Gillenkerk family had to make a few changes to their everyday agenda’s after her mom had been injured. For now, it was just best that she took it easy and didn’t work any shift at the bakery. Aurora didn’t hesitate to step in and replace her mom for her shifts for the next couple weeks. Her normal eight hour shifts? Were now being turned into twelve hour one’s but that what it took to keep the family business going despite everything that happened.

Today had been a particularly stressful shift. She came in and worked from sunrise to practically sunset for the past few days and the lack of sleep was starting to get to her. Her sleeping schedule was already messed up but she had hardly gotten any this week. The prospect was the only manager on duty, her grandma at home due to not feeling well. She told her to just stay home and get some rest and that she had it covered. She’d work the morning, mid, and night shifts before and she knew how to close the bakery.

“Hey sorry, we’re actually closed now,” she called out from behind the counter. Normally, she’d let someone in after they closed if they really wanted to get something. Right now? She just wanted to get the hell home.

( @charmingstarter )

Amusement lit Mauricio’s eyes as the prospect called out to him. He knew well enough when her family’s bakery closed. “I am aware,” he answered, not bothering to slow his pace. “I just wanted to drop this off before you went home.” Everyone in town was on edge after the meeting, those who’d lost someone or had someone in danger more so than others. The prospect seemed sweet, and while he had his doubts, Mauricio knew that it was still too early to tell. Either way, Devils took care of their own and Aurora was no exception to this.

The advisor set the containers of food on the counter, and nodded. “It’s important to take care of yourself.” Maybe it was odd, but he couldn’t help still seeing Aurora as a young girl. It was something he went through with prospects he’d know as children. Even some of the full members, he’d look at and see the ghost of the children they once were. “How is your family?”

#auroragillenkerk #[ omg there are no resources for emilio that i can find ]#[ pls excuse my icons i've never made them before ]

neontigrr:

where: outside hale’s diner, after closing time. to: open / @charmingstarter

she breathed in lungfuls of air the second she stepped out of the diner. as much as she loved it, the smell of fried oil and sugary syrups was nothing compared to the scent of salt in the air, fainted pines in a distance, the smell of night. it all spoke of calm, a softness so uncharacteristic for a place such as charming — a healing balm, after the events that had scarred so many of its residents, still walking around, ghost-like, in search of a reason. she’d found her reason to go on in her moments like this, the hidden magic of it, the calm after the storm. and then she jumped — lightly, startled by a shape suddenly focused into her field of view. she hadn’t noticed the shadow standing a few steps from her, right next to her bike. out of the glimmer of the streetlight, she couldn’t put a name to it. caution, she knew, would ask her to keep her distance, inquire about their identity — caution seldom ever found a listening ear in natalie cassadaga. “hey”, she called instead, lightly: the faintest note of concern in her voice, but it echoing a quiet friendliness as well. “— are you okay, there?”

“i could ask the same of you,” mauricio countered, wholly amused by the question as he approached. natalie was an interesting one, but each member of the mc came with their own histories. she wasn’t what one would expect of the devil’s disciples. his own bike was a few feet away, he and it were more in shadow than light. had their roles been reversed, his question probably would have been more aggressive. perhaps their experiences with shadowy figures had differed.

“you should be careful. it can be dangerous at night.” it was almost always caution that he found himself advising. he had been young and reckless once too, though. shadowy figures once brought on a very different kind of adrenaline. “it’s a nice night for a ride, don’t you think?”