eat dust, mouthbreather.

nash bosko.

[nash-bosko]

location: Rousseau’s Halloween Party who: @miladawscn​ — closed. 

“Trust me, man. You don’t want to start anything right now.” Nash wasn’t on the clock and he had no reason to jump into a bad situation other than he was tired of this kind of shit because pompous assholes who couldn’t take a No from someone weren’t in the Halloween spirit. He pressed his palm against the guy and walked him back a couple of steps before turning to pull the woman back. her costume covered her face so there was no way to tell who it was, but Nash’s was exposed in a baseball player outfit he pulled from things he had in his closet already. “C’mon.” He told the woman, knowing that it wasn’t her fault but also not really in the mood to punch the guy in the face right now either. 

[nash-bosko]

countcrfcit​:

Jesse nodded before turning to grab his favorite bottle of rum, filling the a glass with the liquor and ice before turning back to face the man in front of him and add in the Coca-Cola. “Six dollars.” He told him, looking down at the quickly drawn duck he scribbled on one of the napkins before sliding over a fresh one along with his order. “There’s been a lot of sulking, most revolving around a boss someone doesn’t agree with.” The man shrugged. “After a while, I tune it out. How about yourself?” 

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Nash nodded at the price, but instead of paying he just said, “Put it on my tab, I might get a couple in before the night’s over.” He listened to him talk about what was going on around and nodded even though Nash never had that experience. He didn’t have much in the way of a normal job, even as a bouncer it wasn’t the same kind of environment others experienced. “Just living the same routine everyday.” He responded and took the drink into his palm, raising it up to take a drink. “Are you guys having a Halloween thing this year?”

[nash-bosko]

jasminervargas​:

open

@ the mirage

with her back leaning against the sleek bar top, cloaked in the fantasy ambiance as the music thumped through her brain, jasmine covertly watched the group of suit-clad businessmen hoot and holler at the dancing bodies in front of them. throwing their money as if it grew on trees, a slight smirk grew upon her lips as they made fools out of themselves. were they targets for future endeavors? perhaps. “people watching” was something jasmine did whenever her fingers got… twitchy, and if a random someone possessed something that could benefit her, then all the better. her thoughts were interrupted when she caught an oncoming figure approaching from the corner of her eye. already having her line prepared (after having said it four times that night, none directed to the actual employees), the woman kept her attention forward as she spoke. “yes i’m here alone, no i don’t want a drink.”

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Nash hadn’t approached the woman to buy her a drink, he actually hadn’t approached her at all. It wasn’t his fault the line out of the bathrooms and towards the crowds was flooded with intoxicated warm bodies and made him pass by people a bit too close for comfort. He turned to look at her, slightly confused until he realized what was happening. He also figured that it’d probably upset her if she knew the truth so he decided to him her an apologetic smile instead. His lips only parted enough to say one phrase, “No worries.” And then, as luck would have it, someone bumped into him which created a domino effect that he couldn’t stop until he knocked into her and spilled her drink. “Sorry about that... you sure I can’t get you a refill?”

[nash-bosko]

countcrfcit​:

STATUS: Open to everyone LOCATION: The Wall

The beginning of his night started with the usual wave of business men trying to desperately drown out their demanding bosses. Jesse was positioned behind the bar, hoping tonight would finally be one where he was greeted by a smiling face rather than just a demanding one. He wasn’t looking for much, maybe a fresh story to keep his eyes off the clock for the time being, anything but the typical bar fight was encouraged. His eyes shot up from the bar counter, the man barely realizing he let himself get lost his thoughts until he was greeted by the shadow of a new customer. “Hey welcome to The Wall, what can i get ya?”

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Nash had been on the hunt all week. He was doing a job for the Foxes and it was turning out to be one of the more fun chases that he’d had in a while. The trail seemed to run cold at every turn, but this was all part of the game. He learned that the person frequented The Wall, and although he wasn’t expecting to see them there he was hoping to find someone close to them. Nash made his way to the counter at the back and took a seat, resting his forearms against the countertop as the man there welcomed him. “Hey.” He nodded easily. “Rum and Coke.” He looked around, “Busy night?”