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[officerxaanyax]

After giving the bartender a nod of thanks for her drink, Aanya raised her glass to take a sip as she leaned back in her chair at the bar. Sure, the Devils member could’ve happily gone to Moonlight Nightclub for a drink or three, but she enjoyed how a (sometimes) quiet local bar could be. Getting lost in her thoughts while being exhausted from work, she turned her head over to see a figure looking at her. “Hm? I’m sorry, what did you say?”

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[nylalucas]

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Nyla listened thoughtlessly. Her eyes squinted and her lips pursed with the intention of conveying her very rare interest. Her day hadn’t been the worst, and life in general had offered an even balance of spontaneity and routine as of late so she had the energy to spare for this conversation. Still, these things were not her forte, and she quickly found herself squinting with confusion instead of focus. Uncrossing her legs, Nyla dug her elbows into the top of her knees. A short exhale left her before she clasped her hands together. Then, she asked with genuine curiosity, “So… what was the point?”

[dominojackson]

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Domino didn’t come to Moonlight as often as one might think. She truly believed in order to do her job well she had to avoid obvious evidence of her affiliation. However, she didn’t expect any Royals to be strolling in here, especially after recent events, and any civilians that labeled this place their go-to could see her and think themselves no different. Not to mention, she needed this drink giving how her mind had been working tirelessly to craft a trap that could ensnare the people that’d caused more strife in the last few months than she had the patience for. In fact, she was thinking of it now even as someone took up the space beside her. If she were to guess, it was an informant preparing to give her the updates she required. That was usually why she came here, to allow them a stable location to provide intel while still teaching them the art of having a conversation whose meaning rested cryptically between the lines. She turned to witness the presence of her new found company, a generous offer leaving her lips before she even knew who the person next to her was. She figured the likeliness of her regretting it was slim.

“You want what I’m drinking? Or can I get you something different?”

[benxedd]

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked the person on the opposite side of his door. It had been a few days since he’s seen many people, in a happy mood. Emmaline leaving the way she did was very much on his mind almost all day. He couldn’t focus on anything else these days and with that he let a few usual things slide, shaving for one and his ability to be nicer to others. He couldn’t explain why, though he was so mad at himself for creating the biggest fight. He was frustrated at the situation, and just wanted to fix it so Emmaline could come home and their lives could resume. “I was in the middle of my workout. Do you need something?” 

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[martinezivanna]

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Piece of shit car. She’d just dropped over a grand to fix the many problems her car had. With a trip out of town planned, she expected that it would hold up better now that the mechanic had given her the all go. What she hadn’t accounted for was the fucking nail in the road that had given her a slow leak which she only noticed because someone had flagged her down. Now, she sat on the edge of the car waiting for someone to come help after she’d sent out a text to her entire contact list. Lifting dark hues as a car approached, an hand extended to flag them down while the other disappeared around her back to pull her shirt away from the gun that was tucked into her back. One could never be too careful.

[lilyperez]

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“Never thought I’d be a wine drinker, you know.” Lily mused aloud. She nodded towards the bartender as thanks. Wanting to try something knew they’d suggested a new bottle that was acquired last week, and Lily was in a good enough mood to venture out. She lifted the half-full glass to herself slightly, eyes flickering to it as she watched the red liquid with interest before taking a sip. “Always thought it was for the sophisticated and wealthy, so obviously associated it with bad tasting and being boring.” she continued with a dry laugh, “I gotta say though it isn’t that bad!” 

[malcalcott]

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“I don’t want to hear one goddamn word about it, okay? I’m fine, my shoulder is fucking fine, and I’m tired of sitting on my ass not doing shit.” Malcolm snapped, all but bearing his teeth at the person next to him as he just tried to get a fucking beer and enjoy a public space before he actually lost his mind. “I’m still wearing this stupid fucking sling like I’m supposed to so I’m going to drink a beer, maybe go work on a car or find something else useful to do with my time because I can not sit on my fucking couch any longer.” He stated firmly. “You gotta problem with that, or you gonna drink too?”

[wxnderisms]

Jenna went through moods when it came to her kindness or generosity among strangers, today felt like a good mood day. She wasn’t sure why but there was something in the air that morning that had the woman feeling a bit more pleasant than normal. So as she finally reached the front of the line at her favourite coffee shop she offered the barista a pleasant smile. “I’ll get a medium black coffee, and whatever the person behind me is getting.” She then turned, motioning for the person to come up to the counter. “It’s on me.”

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[monariv]

        𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒  the nearing frame, attention obviously drifting from the voice flowing out of her phone. it was only a matter of time, honestly, they were irritating her long before the other drew closer. ❝ figure it out. ❞ mona lets out sharply, lifting the phone further up towards her lips. ❝ and don’t you dare call my mother, she’s too busy for your incompetence. ❞ the girl adds, leaving no room for an answer what with the sudden ending of the call.

                              ❝ where you looking for me or is this a coincidence ?? ❞ 

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[bluemocn]

“    Jesus Christ ,      please   speak softer  .   ”        impatiently  ,    she presses her index against her sore  ,      throbbing temple in some shallow attempt to quill the ringing of metal against wounded eardrums .    crumbling like a knocked out domino to the floor .   voices fade in and out of earshot ,      like some old ,   scratched recording with a ripple effect layered on top .      “    my ears are still    ringing.  ”   

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[xkohler]

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The moment Anton heard shots being fired, his mind went straight to Domino. Wherever she was he had to make sure she was safe. But even as his mind went to her, he couldn’t ignore the immediacy of what was happening around him. Even if he managed to locate the initial shooter who set things off, it wouldn’t have made a difference. Nearly every damn individual in the room was armed, and the sound of bullets whizzing past as he ducked for cover told him the return fire was immediate. Pistol in hand, he slinked out from beneath the bar, trying to catch sight of who’d been hit. Was Thea okay? His mind was racing. He needed to find both her and Dom, fast. “Oh, no you don’t.” Anton growled as a gang member next to him began to draw their gun. He grabbed them by the collar, slamming them back against the bar. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll fucking drop it, now.” He snarled, pressing his against the base of their skull. He wouldn’t hesitate to blow their brains right out if they so much as attempted to fire it. 

[malcalcott]

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When Malcolm first woke up, it was the overwhelming but familiar smell of oil and grease that let him know where he was. He remember the pain and the chaos, his gun still wrapped in his hand as he laid out on the venue floor, he remembered voices and him snapping something at some people, before it was all black.

Now, he was in some backroom of Ignition and felt like he had been hit with a truck. He had to make a mental note that getting shot was not a great experience- assuming, of course, that he had been shot. Malcolm was about 95% certain he had been shot, at least. 

Forcing his eyes open, he looked blearily around the room, more than aware of the heavy medication that must have been pumped into his body as he focused first on his bandaged shoulder, then his arm, then finally turning his gaze to the person nearest to him and blinking hard. “What happened after?” He grumbled out, voice low and scratchy from disuse. Making to move, his drug-laden mind tried its best to make sense of all that he could remember. “Who’s hurt?” He asked, hearing the chaos in the garage around him but not being able to fully focus on any one thing. “Fucking shit.” 

[isaacthedevil]

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Location: Moonlight

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Isaac was walking through the makeshift hospital ER they had working in the main room of the club. He knew Sterling was ok, but Quinn and Skylar were being attended to still. He was barking out orders at whoever was around. He saw a prospect who appeared to be watching a video on his phone and his head almost exploded. “Do you really think now is the fucking e to do that? Get you ass back to assisting. Do whatever the fuck Spencer and Charlie tell you. You hear me?” The edge on his voice was dangerous and venomous. The prospect was smart and didn’t argue. He felt someone come up behind him and he turned around to see who it was. His eyes narrowed and he was ready to snap at whoever it was that decided now was the time to bother him. “Yes?” He said, his tone sharp before he even saw who it was.

[quinndavis]

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Always in and out it seemed, her consciousness fading more often than not as she only woke for a handful of moments at best. It was hard to remember what happened, and every time she asked, a familiar face merely shushed the woman. Encouraging her to rest as her eyes would once more close, and she relaxed into sleep. It went on like this for she had assumed were at least a few days, the shadow of a man resting in his chair beside her bed a constant vow of her safety. So when she heard the creaking of the door, and someone slipping inside, she cleared her throat, a dry exhale parting her lips. 

“Don’t start, cause we both know I still look better than you,”

[spcncerwilson]

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After he was hit, everything became a blur. What happened next, how he ended up back at Moonlight, it was all drawing a blank. He just hoped that everyone else was okay, besides those he saw get shot. Not to mention Liz. He had to make sure that she was okay. And he knew his job was to help those who were injured. He tried to get up, falling back down into the chair, “Shit,” It looked like he was all patched up, unsure of how many times he got shot in his leg. It felt like something was burning through his leg, however. He hadn’t been shot before, but he assumed that’s what the sensation was from. “Do you need any help?” Maybe focusing on someone else would ease his pain. 

[isaacthedevil]

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Isaac still was in a bit of shock and awe of the feat that Miguel pulled off. He wasn’t exactly subtle, but he had let the Royals know they were not backing down and pretty much declared war with one explosion. But there was time to worry about what was to come. Right now, it was about celebrating the victory. It was about celebrating having knocked those pompous asses down a few pegs. Isaac came out of the back office and picked up the drink he had ordered before making his way through the crowd. “¡Así es como tienes una fiesta!” Isaac called out as he made his way dancing through the crowd.

[joeyconnor]

“Come on, drink up!” Joey grinned, holding a shot out to the person who just moved up to the bar next to her. She knew that after everything that had happened with Sugar Rub she shouldn’t be out like this, but she needed the distraction and she’d always loved her birthday, besides with Ace closed she had nothing to do so why not go a little wild. “It’s my twenty-fifth birthday-” She motioned down to the sash and crown she was wearing. “So you can’t say no to me, ready? Three, two, one!” She brought her own shot to her lips and downed it easily before grabbing the others hand. “Let’s dance!” She grinned, already moving to the beat of the music as she moved towards the crowded dance floor. 

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