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JENSEN. 

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“Hey, sorry to bother you – did you see my wallet?” Jensen asked around. He’d left the place barely ten minutes ago, yet his wallet was nowhere to be seen. With everyone telling him they hadn’t, a big sigh slipped past his lips. “Hey, did you –” he stopped, as he realized who he was talking to. “Oh, hey Ronnie. You haven’t seen my wallet, have you?”

       Stopped in her path, Ronnie wasn’t just surprised and lost for words, she was overwhelmed with a flood of memories than spanned across many years. It wasn’t until he acknowledged her that reality set in, his words tainted with the undeniable, underlying bitterness that had built up between them. “Jensen,” she managed, not courageous enough to give him a once over, let alone look him in the eye. “I actually just handed one over to the manager here..” 

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LARA.

Lara giggled at the call of her name and skipped her way forward, practically jumping into Ronnie’s bar. “Hey again!” She grinned, immediately setting her tray down and loading up the drinks the brunette had already prepared. Lara paused at the mention and shimmied her shoulders with an “Oooh.” She paused her work and pointed her finger up to the ceiling, visibly counting around the clock until she got to seven which pointed her to the empty stool beside her. “There’s no one there!” 

       Pausing midway of making a vodka soda, she shakes her head, soft laughter bellowing from within. “No,” she gestures with a nod of her head to the person sitting with several others behind Lara. “Over there. Tall, dark hair, grey sweater.. Cute smile?” 

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LUKE.

“You know, I’d almost do this for free considering you have a loser for a brother. But I’ll go easy on ya, Ronnie. We’ll call it an even three hundred. The part itself is half of that.” Luke crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back to sit on the hood of her car now. “When did you buy this thing?”

       “Aww..ˆwho knew a Luke Calloway had a sympathetic bone in his body?” She teases, amusement dancing across her features. “Leave him be, though. Cal goes alright. —Three hundred?” That was her entire, upcoming paycheck from Indigo Ridge, meaning she’d have to go without ‘til her performance several days later. “Uh.. that’s fine. Thank you. I’ll pay you when it’s all done?” Ronnie threw the car a contemplative glance. She rarely spoke of her to anyone. “I didn’t. It was my mom’s.”

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RYAN.

Generally speaking, Ryan didn’t like hanging out with anyone who was more drunk than he was. Being the only sober person was never fun, having to make sure the person didn’t do anything too stupid or get hurt. But Ronnie reminded Ryan of his younger sister; both in her appearances and her vices. And maybe it was the familiarity that made Ryan want to watch out for the girl. “You got tomorrow off too?” He asked. “’Cause you’re gonna need one to fight off the impending hangover you’re gonna have,” he added, trying his best to not sound like the concerned, older brother. 

       “No,” Ronnie replies, her thoughts rarely focusing on the happenings of tomorrow, preferring to live in the moment and take each day as it came. Unfortunately for her, it bit her in the ass more often than not. “But I’ve got an afternoon shift so, I’m sure I’ll be fine? Besides, I’d manage anyway. What about you, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft and can’t drink ‘cause you’ve got work tomorrow?” 

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CALLUM.

“And I know you are. But as you’re brother, it’s still practically my job.” Cal countered, albeit a slight grin now hinted upon his expression at the notion. Even after years had gone by since coming back, he truthfully was still trying to figure out a balance of remaining protective over his sister and re-building a bond again between them. “Yeah. I mean, I haven’t done anything except work with the gang. And that’s how I intend for it to stay, no exceptions. – Everyone else is  still catching up realizing that.” 

       “Sometimes you’re too good at your job,” she retorts, a smile mirroring his own growing on her features. The blow she’d felt upon his disappearance for five years left a gaping hole in their relationship, and in the bond of their family — or what was left of it, anyhow. After all this time, however, Ronnie knew she could trust Callum with her whole might. There were no secrets between them. No lies. Not that she knew of, anyhow. “I think they are, slowly. Maybe you just gotta stop trying so hard, you know? Maybe everyone’s more accepting than you think?” 

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SEAN.

                     Yeah, cause I’m not. “You don’t really know me at all then,” he raises a brow, smirk to match. Sean wasn’t really a liar– he always found it extremely difficult to try and be anything but himself, which made this conversation all the more exhausting. It was no wonder the past two years have been the longest of his life– nevermind all the grief, but keeping up this act? He’s constantly unsure if he’s gonna make last the week. Upon her request, Sean’s first reaction is a bit taken aback but trusts her nonetheless. Following her orders, Sean chuckles, following behind. “Can you though?” Was it late enough to make detrimental jokes?

       “Yeah, I’ve been working on that in case you couldn’t tell,” she responds, a teasing smile crossing her features at that notion. Would she ever quench her curiosity? Amusement dances across her lips, eyes crinkling to match. “If there’s one thing I learned in my twenty nine years of life, it’s to never judge a book by it’s cover.” The rooftop was one of the sole places in the casino that Ronnie could find a moment to think. More often than not, she spent her lunch breaks up there, pulling out a dart and easing the tension as she overlooked the span of the streets of Vegas before her. Sitting on the very edge as she so often did, the brunette glanced back at the other, gesturing with a nod of her head for him to join. Though, she wasn’t afraid of heights. “So, you want to know why I’m still a Jester?” 

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       “Lara!” Ronnie called out, practically in a half whisper as the blonde approached the bar to round up the drinks lined across the countertop. Amusement danced across her features as she glanced over to the source of conversation. The bar at the casino seldom left the brunette bored by any means, with constant happenings on the daily, Ronnie forever seeking the dramatics. “Seven O’Clock’s been checking you out.” 

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       Running into Ryan at Omnia was a likely occurrence, considering their circles ran hand in hand, and stumbling into someone on Vegas’ strip wasn’t too unlikely of an occurrence. “You know how good it feels to be the one being served drinks, and not the other way around for once?” The brunette spoke through slurred tendencies over the blaring music, and with an adamance that she seldom drank, though it was far from the truth. Raising her glass of gin and tonic to her lips, she practically beamed as she took a sip. “I finally have a night off.”

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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SEAN. 

                            Sean scoffs softly, shaking his head as he takes a quick swig of his drink. “Between you and me, I don’t even want ‘me’ around. I don’t need to put it into words, but yeah, it’s a bad thing. Who wants a guy that doesn’t know how to respect the basic rules? And let alone, get caught for it?” he can’t stop chuckling to himself, despite it not being funny in the slightest. It was the patheticness of the path he ‘chose’ that felt so incredibly ridiculous. There was a part of Sean that, even though he had no regrets about leaving the club, he had to keep up with such a pitiful excuse. “Anyway— what about you?” he turns, desperate to keep the attention off himself. “Other than your brother, what keeps you being a Jester?”

       “You really don’t seem like a rule breaker,” she states, curious eyes bouncing over him in disbelief. And yet, mild admiration over the fact he’d had the balls to chase after what he wanted without fear of losing his MC, of which she lacked. “What about me?” Ronnie questions, eyes darting upwards towards his own. This was a conversation for a rooftop, a deck of cigarettes, and a borrowed bottle of whatever she could get her hands on. “Follow me,” the brunette states, swiping a nearby bottle before motioning towards the lifts and calling out, “And no, I’m not going to kill you, Golding.” 

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CALLUM.

“Case rested.” Cal bit his tongue, having of course long known Ronnie’s, and many other’s, stance on the decision he’d made with a Sinner years ago. It remained a sore spot, knowing that in the end, it all came crashing onto him. “And well…I’m glad we seemed to have come to an understanding on one thing…that I annoy you because I care. — She’s the one who ran into me once.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s not like we spoke.” Lie.

       “I know you care. You’re just annoying about it. I’m fine, promise.” Still remained after a decade weighted tension between them over his runaway days, though she’d tried to ease it, as did he. There were times, however, certain resentment sneaked it’s way in to conversations. And just as quick, she’d tone it back down in fear of letting it go too far. “—Well, either way, as long as you remember who you are. That’s all that matters. Even if you did speak.”