run from the sun (like dracula)

" - but please, do you think about what it might mean? 'cause i dream about you in my sleep," chester 'chez' krakowski, 35, human medium with immortal dreams.

[offeastings]

‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎    𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚔𝚒

      ≈ biography ≈ threads ≈ musings ≈

[eijiremington]

While Chester didn’t give him a definite ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to his question, it was pretty clear from his presence here that it wasn’t just about doing drug deals. The man had always kept himself on the edge of death, but at the same time wanted to stay alive. It didn’t surprise him, it just made Eiji unexpectedly angry, protective, enough to be unravelling everything he’d worked so hard to keep up…

“It doesn’t matter who the fuck I am. It matters that you’re being an idiot.” He didn’t want a vampires fangs in Chez’s throat, he didn’t want him in one of their homes, preening over them, following after them like a dog desperate for attention. He didn’t want it, because he deserved better. Even if Eiji couldn’t see that perhaps Chez did want it. He just thought that was what glamouring did to people and vampires didn’t care about the after effects as long as they got what they wanted, to use a human as a fun toy and discard them.

“You’re not staying here.” Eiji told him, taking a few steps closer to him to close any distance remaining between them, “You’re going to pick up anything you came with and go home, put mac n’ cheese in the microwave and fucking go to sleep.” It was a demand, but one that had Eiji suddenly shrinking back. The eyes that weren’t his own grew vulnerable with the realisation of what he had said.

A few drunken people moved between them, complaining about them blocking the way to the dance floor and laughing loudly. Eiji took it as his opportunity to abandon the crate of glasses he’d gone there for and quickly make an exit into one the grungy looking hallways that led to the stairwells, his heart thudding loudly in his chest.

[offeastings]

He's about to throw a pathetic right hook, or go find management to make a formal complaint when something a little more personal leaves the strangers mouth. Go home, put mac & cheese in the microwave, go to sleep. Chester pauses, mouth opening yet nothing comes out. It reminds him of someone, of a time past - of smoking an ungodly amount of pot after hours spending hours in a club drinking and snorting whatever was being sold in the mens lavs. Complaining of hunger, Chester taking the lead and trawling through cupboards that contain very little edible food...apart from.

Neon yellow macaroni cheese in a familiar box. On the odd occasion mom was sober, and happy, she'd make it for them, three boxes in a huge pan. An unhealthy amount of butter, and crushed up Dorito's for a little crunch to - they would all eat on those days. All sat at the rickety table, it was one of the few times the Krakowski's felt like more like a family, less like a cry for help molded into 3 siblings. Late nights, early mornings. When things were good, or rough. Kraft, then bed.

The man wears someone else's face, though has clearly let something slip he shouldn't have, eager to slip away.

"Wait -" He darts, a deer in the headlights, a second too late and getting clipped by the fender. Chester gives chase, shoving through the crowds as quickly as he can to not lose the mop of dark hair. Eventually, he finds his way to the same hallway out towards the stairwells, grungy and used for emergencies also.

Chester immediately holds his hands up in surrender, he won't hurt him. "Do you know how fucking stupid that stunt you pulled back there was?"

[aries-salviati]

Aries stopped when the human hurried after him, babbling about a hypothetical they both knew was a lie. He turned slowly, almost theatrically, eyes slitting with curiosity. A lascivious smile crept across his lips as he took in the human’s desperation.

He’d be a terrible host if he didn’t at least indulge the man, and an even worse demon if he ignored an opportunity to strike a deal, no matter how small. It was his specialty, after all. One more soul only pushed him closer to winning his bet with Zenon.

“Well, the first rule would be never telling another human what you’ve seen,” he mused, glancing upward as if thinking it over. Not that it mattered; he’d have one of his vampire employees scrub the man’s memory as soon as they were finished if the human didn't take his deal.

He stepped closer. “The second rule is that whoever you enter with, you stay with. I have a few leashes to keep you from wandering into places that could get you in trouble. Once you go in, little human, there’s always a chance you won’t come back out. Whether someone forces you to stay…or you die.” Aries shrugged. “But I can keep both those outcomes from happening. Though, I can’t say the idea of a personal servant doesn’t sound appealing.”

Or being the personal servant, he thought shamelessly. Aries wasn't too picky on who took lead so long as he won in the end.

He waved the thought away. “Anyway. I need to know why you want to come inside. It’ll make our… allyship less of a power struggle. Unless, of course, you prefer it that way. I am very submissive to the whims of others.”

[offeastings]

He was indulged, much to his delight, hands clasped in-front of himself as Chester did his best to pay attention, and look as if he was paying attention in the same breath. Never telling another human what you've seen. That would be easy...at least, for a week or two. Maybe a day, maybe even a few hours at best. Telling was a no go but, maybe sketching was okay then? Chester mind danced around the loopholes, only really come back down when leashes are mentioned. There's a few, he asks; "Could I get a leopard print one then?" With a little grin on his face.

Another rule - stay with who you enter with. There's a chance you won't come back out. Whether someone forces you to stay, or you die. Both scenario's intrigue the man who wishes to be kept, and has a flirtation with death. Maybe that's why the vampires appeal so much...to be kept by death itself, in a way.

"Ah, I think you'll find I can be particularly bratty. I'd make a terrible servant," That's what a guy called him once, bratty. Like all insults, names, labels attributed to Chester, it ended up sticking.

"Hm? Oh, to get eaten alive. In whatever way that happens,"

[isabellexlaurent]

"You are too young to comprehend it." The pastoral phase had been freeing in a certain light. It harkened back to a simpler time and way of life with flowing garments that might be seen as modest now. She adored the dress, loathing the way that Chez discarded it in favor of the more modern fashions. He needed to understand that the corset he so loved evolved as a response to the more modest styles he discounted. "Do you ever clean up your messes?"

Belle selected a lace, slip dress for herself, wishing to change into something more comfortable. It had after all been such a long day. She could leave Chester to dress himself. Surely he was capable of doing such without causing any more damage.

"I never cared for grunge. Too much whining in the subculture." That and the dirtiness of those involved. Hair washing should never be optional. Pulling on a pair of shoes to match the dress, she looked Chester over. He did look better in this outfit than ruining one of her favorite pieces.

"And just how do you plan to get into Level Four?"

[offeastings]

He would of course disagree with being too young to comprehend it, seeing as Chester liked a myriad of fashions from a variety of times - hell, the guy would happily wear a cape and a jacobean ruff should a great fashion house decide that both were decidedly en vogue. For once, the human bit his tongue and just gave a displeased wrinkle of the nose. "Yeah but, I figured you have a maid or a cleaner or something, and they need to get paid for doing something,"

Chester's next grin was far too self satisfied, and a little smug at Belle proclaiming that she didn't get grunge, that it was a whiny subculture that she probably found dirty to. "You're just too old to comprehend it,"

He did however do another little twirl, even if the vampire declined to agree that he was now sexy. "The same way everyone does?" Chester responded, speaking as if Belle were slow on the uptake. "I get a password and bat my beautiful big eyelashes and say please and I'm in,"

[judassamara]

The routine of the club was second nature to them now, the flow of energy easy to predict and follow. He had done enough work as a bouncer to be comfortable, though the workload was significantly different now, lighter in some ways and heavier in others. He could rely on the team to handle the club itself and the things it needed to function throughout the night, Judas was there to step in when they needed extra support.

As the evening wore thinner into the early morning, they were at one of the bars, doing a bit of inventory and counting cash, as well as keeping an eye on the crowd as it too thinned.

"Chez," he greeted in return, offering the man a smile. It wasn't uncommon to see the man somewhere among the haze of blood and sweat and, sometimes, Judas could not help wondering if that was his element. The question brought a small laugh to their lips. "How long have you been coming here and you still haven't learned about our blood wine selection?"

"As for getting drunk, that involves drinking from a drunk person. We need people like you to metabolize alcohol and drugs and have it in your blood for them to have any kind of effect on us." He finished his task and moved to lean on the counter in front of the man. "Sure you don't want some water?"

[offeastings]

He lets out a high pitched laugh at Judas' question regarding the blood wine selection, as it probably was information that Chester had when more sober but...not currently. His mind was a potent mush of alcohol, a few pills, and the hazy feeling that came post-feed, when his body had significantly less blood in it than when he entered. "Oh, that's so progressive. Very forward thinking of vineyards to branch out into the vampiric world!"

Naturally, the human thought this was the funniest thing ever said, doing the same sort of laugh as before and leaning over the bar to look at what was left in the fridges.

"I know, that's why you all love me so much," Chez responded, you meaning vampires as opposed to it being a more personal statement. "Water? No, I'm on Bud Light. S'practically the same thing, you know?"

So, that's what was ordered when the bar tender came back over, a bud light and a glass of that fancy blood wine for his good fanged friend Judas. "Good shift?"

[eijiremington]

Chez was everything he remembered him to be. The other man had always seemed to have a death wish even when they had been together and yet there was a reason they’d been drawn to each other in the first place, they were very similar in a lot of ways. Eiji remembered being insane over him. In a time in his life that had been turbulent anyway, Chester had only added to that, but it had been heated and completely consuming of all his thoughts, day and night.

Maybe it was the death wish that had ended them. That, or the fact that Eiji had realised if he ever wanted to dismantle his father’s coven, he wasn’t going to get there by partying every night, doing cocaine and letting himself becoming thoroughly lost in Chez. He was hardly going to become an effective cyber engineer if half the time he couldn’t even focus on a takeout menu.

The loud over dramatics made Eiji clench his jaw with annoyance. He wanted to tell him to shut up and that he sounded like a little brat, which was ironic, given that people were usually calling Eiji that. But, he was right. His outburst was entirely irrational for a complete stranger. Maybe if he’d really thought about it, he could have played it that the alter ego he’d created in Jacob had some sort of bad experiences within the family when it came to substance abuse, but he wasn’t particularly thinking clearly.

“Are you a familiar?” He asked, ignoring all of Chez’s questions. He sounded like an absolute psycho right now and he knew it wasn’t plausible that some random employee would give a shit when it was common knowledge what happened in Level Four. “Yeah, I am. Because this is fucking dumb even for you. Go home, Chez.”

[offeastings]

It seemed the other was determined to ignore every question Chester posed in response to the sudden confrontation - he made a note afterwards to find Judas and ask if this prick was new. The way he spoke to Chester, and about Chester, indicated not. Asking if he was a familiar, calling this dumb, knowing his name without it being said -

Sometimes, things seemed to slip his mind, as if it had been changed without him wanting it to be. There were times when he went to recall something but, there was a warning light, and he immediately pivoted to something else. Had these been one of those encounters? The stranger remembering it more vividly than he?

Chester have a somewhat disappointed glare because, the other clearly knew his one true desire. Though it wasn't something he was open about with other people, and even though it was sort of obvious...knowing and being told were two different things.

"Why do you give a fuck? Who the fuck are you?" He was sure that the questioning would fall on deaf ears, there was a empty gap here with information Chester did not have that the dark-haired stranger did.

"Fuck off. I pay to be here, so I'm gonna stay here all night, and I'll be back next week, and if you can't handle that, then maybe you need to go home,"

[isabellexlaurent]

She must be getting softer in her old age. Favored toy or not, the old Isabelle would have dragged him from the closet by his hair before ripping his head off. The new her realized that even one as flawed as Chester had his uses whether it be as a diversion for her girls, a source of blood when it grew scarce, or something yet to be seen.

The vampiress made a note to have that particular corset dry cleaned. Who knew where Chez had been before coming into her closet for his impromptu fashion show. Still the reverence that he showed towards the garment gave her pause. Not everyone could afford the finery Belle basked in, but there clearly was an iota of respect for that which he admired.

"Are you actually admitting that I have taste?" The maid would need to tidy the majority of Chester's rampage, but there were a few things that she tidied herself as she changed. "Then again anything is better than that shirt you came in." She didn't even want to know what the letters across the chest spelled out.

"You know what they say about something that is foolproof. You are merely the bigger fool." She took off her necklace, placing it back in the tray.

[offeastings]

"Hey, I never said that you don't have taste! Just that the Gunne Sax is a tragic dress that belongs to the Amish and extremely trad Mormons," Chester called out, shedding the tartan skirt that he'd paired with the corset and even somewhat folding it in half - though, it wasn't placed so neatly back as the corset had been, simply left on the floor instead.

"You just don't appreciate grunge!" The sheer top went on first, the man pushing out his wild curls and attempting to make them somewhat more appealing, the top much more fitted at the shoulders than it would be for Belle. Some may even call it restrictive but, Chester didn't seem to mind, pulling the slacks on next and spending a few moments admiring himself in the mirror with a pleased little smile.

Coming back out to show the vampire, he even did a little dramatic spin on the spot.

"I think I look a bit sexy. I'll definitely blend in on Level Four in this,"

[aries-salviati]

Aries watched the human with an unreadable ease. The man was trying to bullshit him, but you couldn’t bullshit a bullshitter—so to speak. Eventually, Aries let out a light, twinkling laugh. His arms dropped to his sides, and he cocked a hip.

“Not really. This alleyway smells like piss,” he said bluntly. More than the watersports crowd, he thought with silent amusement, but he wasn’t the type to kink-shame. Vicium’s code demanded he stay nonjudgmental. Everyone was allowed their truest desires inside his walls, and frankly, he wanted that out of his own curiosity.

“A little birdie told me someone was trying to get in without a pass.” His brow arched casually. “I might have been willing to give a tour to a curious greenhorn, provided they follow my rules. But since you insist that you weren’t loitering at the front of my business…” He shrugged. “I suppose I should go back inside.”

With casual dismissiveness, he turned and began walking back toward the building.

[offeastings]

The other's bluntness caused Chester to roll his eyes in a dramatic and obvious fashion, as if duh, not happy with not being played along with. Killjoy was his thought yet, the man knew better than to voice it out loud. One of the few intelligent thoughts that bopped around a majorly empty head.

Oh? Now, that was a bread trail for an interested birdie, Chez's interested piqued immediately. The stranger began to walk back towards the elusive club, somewhere he couldn't get in because of lack of said pass...or someone to sponsor him. This wouldn't be happening if he was a fucking familiar and had some hot vamp who consistently wanted him any and every way, and would eventually take him as an immortal companion -

"Hey - no, wait lets talk about that," He's quick to scarper after the other, hand raised. "Let's say - that I was - not that greenhorn but maybe a different greenhorn. Who was hypothetically interested in your business, and maybe...could cash in that tour based off the other greenhorn whose run off? You could tell me these rules, hm? Give me a little tour in his stead, and when I see that other greenhorn again, I can tell him all about a wonderful wasted opportunity?"

[isabellexlaurent]

The way his heart quickened was either thanks to being around the elder vampire or her belongs. She could not tell if the elevation of emotions was excitement or fear, although Isabelle truly doubted that Chester understood why she should be feared. She'd been patient with him for the sake of her girls, but one day he would indeed push her too far.

She raised a well groomed brow, seeing the pile of rags on the floor. "I suppose anything would be an improvement to those. But you cannot keep the corset." He probably didn't want to know half of what that corset had seen over the years. Maybe it would be the way to get it off of him. She walked further into the closet, pulling down the McQueen slacks and Esber top. "Here. Try these." He was a bit taller than her, but comparing his waifish form with her curves meant that it might just fit with a belt.

She sighed, tucking the drawers back in. "Teddy is smarter than you." She would always defend him. How Chez managed to evade the security just irked her.

[offeastings]

Her word was final on the corset issue, which made Chester let out a defeated and long sigh before reaching the back where the zip was keeping it closed and pulling it open, going as far as to not drop it on the floor, either. The human went as far as to place it back within the drawer it had come from, being careful with such a piece he wouldn't own, nor be given.

Belle had already been kind enough to not murder him for breaking and entering, and it seemed her good will only extended into a pair of McQueen slacks and Esber top. This only proved to him that she must surely have a soft spot for him somewhere, under her severe tone.

Or, y'know, it was last chance saloon, and next time she'd surely rip his neck out. That wasn't an unwelcome scenario either.

Out of the two given items, the top garnered the most attention, taking it from the vampire and ooing softly at the veiled, almost sheer material. It was delicate, and beautiful, and a jolt of excitement traveled through him at it.

"Oh. This is beautiful,"

Chester giggled at her defensive words, moving to somewhere more private to get changed. "And yet, I still manage to get round that security! Isn't that funny?"

[eijiremington]

Eiji wasn’t sure what the fuck he was doing. He could have promptly left without Chester ever being any wiser and yet here he was, choosing to create an interaction, a provocation, for what… the opportunity to get to talk to him again? He knew it was idiotic, he’d left Chester behind the moment he’d been incarcerated— just as he had the rest of his human friends, human life — but somehow seeing him was harder to resist than any of the others. They hadn’t been a couple since Eiji was twenty-one and even then it had been brief and messy, but something that continued to linger in his memory.

It was in character for the other man to not give a damn about his own self preservation. “I’m hoping you’re not expecting to live that long with that attitude. That might work with humans, but not here. Or do they find that little attempt at a comeback endearing?” He asked condescendingly. Not that anyone really care, the Rubicund was made for all sorts of behaviours.

Real fucking charming, Chez….

Eiji had to be careful here, he was on the verge of snapping back with his own tongue and not the one he had curated for ‘Jacob’ and the new face he was wearing. “That would be doing you and too many others a favour.” He retorted anyway. It was busy and two humans bickering would draw attention, but Eiji couldn’t seem to help himself. “You know how fucking dangerous it is in here, right?” Of course he knew, it was the whole reason he was here. “Especially for someone who can’t even make a subtle drug deal with a vampire. Or do they find being sloppy cute?” Eiji stopped, he needed to get a hold of himself and step away from the situation immediately.

“I’m just saying, there are new laws going about lately. More police around. I don’t care what you do in here, just try to be more careful about it.” Eiji tried to dial it down, remove himself. He should have left then and gone back to pouring drinks, but one more thing rested on his tongue. “Did you actually pay to get in here?” He asked, mainly because he was digging for some kind of answer, was he just in here selling drugs, Eiji couldn’t believe he’d actually be dumb enough to go through with bring a familiar?

[offeastings]

He didn't like this guy, or his attitude - Chester was trying hard to place a face and a tone that were completely alien to him...maybe he'd been high here, or somewhere else. Or drunk, perhaps? Insulted him, caused a scene, puked on his shoes or sold him bad coke or something...Yet, nothing could be uncovered from so many evenings spent in a blur. The stranger had descended upon him like a banshee, apparently intent on insulting him again and again for...what?

The whole interaction seemed...one sided. A few people glanced at them, the patron who'd been interested in blood spiked with LSD left as soon as their tones became sharper. There could be a hundred and one maybe reasons why he'd decided to start on Chester but, the human would probably never get an answer.

"It's dangerous, in here? Do security know that?" To add to the dramatics, he gasped loudly, not enjoying that his deal was called sloppy. It wasn't - for all his loudness, Chester was good at passing pills in handshakes and hugs, slipping them under doors and delivering them in post boxes. What was dealing in a club? Were fish not found in water?

"You don't care? Then what's this outburst, hm? What compelled you to march straight through the crowds, pick me, and then bitch at me if you didn't care?"

Chez tried to have the upper hand but, found it difficult thanks to the constant annoyance he now felt. People who knew what he wanted usually chewed him out about it, he was used to it but...apparent strangers? "No, I fucking climbed in Mission Impossible 4 style. Now, are you going to keep bothering me, or what?"

[isabellexlaurent]

"We are accepting of the alphabet mafia in this home. You have to be far more creative if you wish to cause a stir at any gathering." The vampire deadpanned and rubbed her temples in preparation what was no doubt to be a long night. Chester had a home of his own- at least she hoped that he did, yet the man managed to spend an extraordinary amount of time at Isabelle's.

"I will bury you in athleisure if you do not leave my clothing alone." She was fond of that corset. It looked ridiculous on Chester without a chest to push up. "Where are your own garments? You are stretching out my skirt. And are those my earrings?"

"How did you even manage to get passed Teddy's security system?" One of the girls might have let him into the main house, but when Chester managed to mangle her jewels, an alarm should have gone off. She'd be having a word with Teddy about the lapse in security and what other vulnerabilities might arise. If Chet could best the system, imagine what someone with more braincells could accomplish.

[offeastings]

His attempts at humor were shot down by an elder vampire with little patience for him as it was, each time Chester ended up in her cavernous closet, he could feel it wearing thinner. In his defense, he did always mean to bounce before Belle got home but...it never quite worked.

"Not the Lulu Lemons," Chester gasped dramatically, though he placed a hand on the corset that only accentuated a small waist engineered through early years of malnourishment. In reality, he quite liked how it looked on him. It was a private enjoyment, for Chester would probably never go out in it. "Stretching it out? That's cold, even for you. They're..." He looked around, genuinely unsure for a few moments before seeing a dark patch of jeans and a ripped up tank top with some shitty phrase on, his trusty beat up leather jacket there to.

"Over there,"

"A magician never reveals his secrets," Though, the reality was that Chester simply got very lucky, and was a deft hand with traditional home security. "And, Teddy's clearly not as smart as me,"

[offeastings]

@judassamara

Where: The Rubicund

Is it early, or late? Time moves differently in a club, blurring into one continuous stream until a simply blink, and then it was over. Chester could come into Rubicund, move to Level Four, go to The Basement, and then back to partying till the lights came up and everyone was forced to confront their drunken, messy partygoers. It was about that time, the club still busy but, not as packed as it had been at a peak time. People knew what was coming, and some stayed till the death, while others left to move onto smaller gatherings elsewhere. Chester always stayed to the death. Came when it opened, left when it shut, visited every floor, every both, every flavor of person that could possibly exist. Stumbling down from the highly sought after Level Four, the man was considerably paler than when he first came in, shirt damp around the collar where it was stuck with blood, dark curls stuck to his head with sweat. Slinking over to the bar, Chester leaned against it and ordered a drink, glancing over and noticing a familiar face - Judas, the put-together manager and friend, somewhat. They both liked art, and the vampire always made sure Chester got the desired password. "Jude," He greeted them with a large, slightly sloppy grin. "Lovely to see you. Want a drink? I've got a couple of hours till I need to pay my tab," Chester paused. "Not of me, I'm too tired. Do you drink? Can you get drunk?"

[winter-seance]

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[offeastings]

@nakatomi-ayumu

Where: Ware.

If he could help it, Chester avoided The Shipyard at all costs. The entire area made the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention, flesh prick up into goosebumps...it wasn't fear. It was anticipation, the feeling of a thousand eyes constantly watching your every move, the waiting for whatever it was to come get you, and eat you alive. Sometimes, Chester swore he could see things within the corners of his eyes, teasing him almost with their presence. Each time it happened, he was reminded of those childhood imaginary friends that, in hindsight, were scarily real. Doctors and therapists medicated and tried to therapize him up the wazoo, convinced it was trauma from such a terrible upbringing. Eventually, they stopped appearing, so the meds must've worked...right? Unfortunately, working for Ayumu meant that sometimes, business was to be conducted within the heart of the district, whether Chez liked it or not. Bundled up in a holey jumper and baggy jeans, he wasn't exactly Ware clientele material, knowing where the kingpin would likely meet him - second floor, those ornate rooms. Some of the hosts and hostesses were beautifully dressed in ornate and various nations traditional clothing...others were just barely dressed. "Boss," He greets the other, falling easily onto a plush sofa in the booth they regularly meet in.

[aries-salviati]

where: vicium with: @offeastings

-- A human was trying to get in.

One of his workers had leaned close and whispered the warning, and Aries, reluctant and dutiful, went to investigate. He’d just finished playing sub; the last thing he wanted was to slip back into being boss. But he had responsibilities to the community, mundane and supernatural alike, and he wasn’t about to face the council’s wrath because some unsuspecting human wandered in without a chaperone and got themselves hurt.

He tugged on a pair of black sweatpants, boots, and a thin tank, then headed outside. No one stood near the front doors. He shrugged, ready to retreat back to work, but something tugged at him to do more than just that.

Circling the building, he finally spotted someone lingering in the narrow alley between Vicium and a demon residence. Human, definitely. Lost, maybe.

Aries strolled toward him with a languid, unhurried gait, stopping just short and folding his arms across his chest.

“Are you waiting for someone, love?” he asked.

[offeastings]

Vicium was somewhere not even Chez could haggle his way into - despite trying, a little human trying to play in a place he had no business being was frowned upon. A vampiric of demonic partner would surely grant entry but, the human lacked both of those, and despite lining up thrice and trying a bargain or to...still, nothing.

That didn't mean he left, though, scooting around the back to look for a smoking area he could maybe break his way into, or a fire-door wedged open that he could slide in and witness all the debauchery that went down...maybe participate, to. Yet, all attempts proved fruitless...not even an open window or drainpipe. Still, at least if Chester lingered nearby, he might be able to make a little money when people left...or entered. A little PCP did wonders while partaking in bondage.

Footsteps called his attention, green eyes looking up at the fit blonde who walked casually, yet with purpose. Huh. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so terrible...

"No, just enjoying this beautiful alleyway," Chester motioned around them., little smirk on his face. "Looks beautiful this time of night, don't you agree?"

[junglejim4322]

LIFE STYLE TIPS: if you’re ever having a bad day you should start pocketing random stuff that doesn’t belong to you and leaving with it. You will feel better

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

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