location: elevator up to rooftop
time: 10:53 pm
status: closed for @rivenjcmeson
It seems like any time she turns to look for him, RIven’s disappeared. She doesn’t mind, and it’s not that she needs him around, but she’d borrowed his jacket earlier to brave the cold, and with some bourbon coursing through her, warming her, she’s looking to return the jacket. Besides, she’d pushed her hand into the pocket and realised earlier that she has his wallet. Taking the escalator to the rooftop in hopes of finding him, she spots him at the tail end of a conversation, jovially parting ways with people before she’s slowly carving her way through the crowd towards him. Her voice is mildly amused. “There you are,” she shrugs the dinner jacket from her shoulders and holds it out to him. “Thank you, but I feel it’s time to return it. But it was very chivalrous of you. Your mother would be proud.”
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HE KNOWS THAT it’s her even before he turns, her voice something clear and recognizable in his ears as he pulls away on the end of a joint from his lips, puffed smoke rising to the skies. He’d forgotten about his jacket somewhere after arriving, assuming that she’d left it on the back of a chair somewhere, so it’s a pleasant surprise to see that she still has it even if the reaction is slow. “Funny, you should be a comedian.” Sarcasm in response to the comment about his mom as he tucks the reminder of his joint behind his ear once it’s out, swapping for his jacket now that she’s shrugged it off. “You sure? You’re not gonna be cold still?”
Asher knew Maddie was going to kick his ass for this but when his boss told him it was time to sell… well, there was no saying no. After hiding out for the last few months after his arrest it was only a matter of time until they were ready for him to come out of the shadows. He stood in front of Riven, looking down at the product before picking up a few baggies and slipping them into his pocket. “You get the North side of the room and I’ll take the South. We meet up after the party to put the money in the safe, alright?”
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HE WASN’T REALLY listening, his attention more focused on sending a string of laughing emojis through text on his phone than on Asher as he went on with plans he already knew they could handle. North of the ballroom, South of the ballroom. None of it really mattered to Riv as long as he had the money to hand over by the end of the night and with the way this crowd spent their cash, he had no doubts that it wouldn’t happen. “Do you want us to synchronize our watches, too?” A joke as his phone goes black and back into his pocket. “Dude, I don’t care what we do. The faster this gets done, the faster we can actually enjoy this shit.” Riven moved to Asher’s side and began stuffing his own pockets with tiny plastic baggies, looking over only between certain breaks in his words. “Your date gonna be lookin’ for you?”
Even if they weren’t in attendance at some high class event, Lena figures it’s probably in poor taste to simply walk up and shake down a pal for information. Reining that impulse in has become a more recent development and why she doesn’t have many friends to begin with, but Riven’s always been aces. And she needs any information about Zekai that’s tucked away inside the marble shaking around his head. “What’s the deal, Riv? You gonna order before I turn sixty?” Nudging him with one hip, she impatiently makes her own request of the bartender with an expression that says I know more than you before returning to the man at her side. “Looking too old for this baby’s first bar nonsense. I’ve seen minors with shit IDs pick faster than you.”
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ALTHOUGH HE’S NOT HERE entirely by choice, Riv no longer seems to mind the decision once he finds himself returning to the ballroom from the night’s wintery chill after hotboxing with someone in their BMW, the smell of weed clinging to him like a second skin and causing the occasional head to turn in his direction as he brushes on by. Being around rich assholes and their prissy partners does absolutely nothing for him and he can’t seem to understand why anyone would put themselves at the mercy of any of this willingly. It’s predictable, boring like an old film he’s seen a million times, and it makes a seat at the bar look enticing rather than the alternative of trying to double back into that crowd. Only he must have been standing at the bar for longer than he felt because he can hear Lena’s voice in his ears and not much of what he says makes sense until he realizes, his body shifting in his stance once he feels the jolt of her hip. “Chill. You inna rush or somethin?” He doesn’t place in order after her, just slouches into his seat and regards her with heavy lids. “Patience is a virtue, maybe you’ve heard of it?”
november twenty - eighth ╱ somewhere around chicago idk
TO BE HONEST, Riven wasn’t sure why he was waiting out here to begin with, but he found himself leaning on the side of what looked like an abandoned Taco Bell building, a faint smell of refried beans still managing to seep through the air. In his hand held a Zippo lighter, a flame flickering a dance in front of a pale blue gaze while he looked to be in some sort of trance... all until he could hear footsteps crunching against gravel around him. When he noticed the figure’s lack of Thai food in hand, he sighed something withered, as though he had been alive for a thousand years instead of a handful over twenty. ❝You aren’t Oslo from Door Dash.❞ The sound of the lighter clicking off for the last time filled the space between them while Riven gave them they initial once over. Disappointed but curious. ❝So. You need something?❞
Riven is giving us 0 effort and throwing together an outfit he’s already had on and stealing someone’s Purge mask upon entry. Call it a Lazy Boy special.
Asher tossed the piles of money into the safe. Maybe he was someone who took his job too seriously especially for someone who lost his own family to the little packets of white powder. He brushed his tongue along his lower lip as he finished putting the money in the safe, shutting it and standing up. He brushed his hands against his jeans as his eyes lifted up towards the male in front of him. “Hard to determine when Dante will show up but if you aren’t trying to be here all night I can handle it on my own.” If he was honest, even making small talk was something the male wasn’t good at. He leaned back against the wall, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes, opening the pack and holding it out towards him. “Want one?”
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RIV SHRUGGED. No matter how tempting those words sounded, his feet remained planted, unable to shake the fact that if he didn’t stick it out all night that he’d regret the choice come tomorrow when he’d have to come all the way back. ❛ That wouldn’t exactly be fair, now would it? ❜ And maybe a small, but persistent, part of him knew that it also wouldn’t look good bailing without real reason when he knew he’d been slacking off all day. Still wedged between the door, Riv jutted his chin in Asher’s direction. ❛ What about you? You feeling like a night off? ❜ It wasn’t to say that he personally wanted to suggest up the same offer and have Asher leave him here all night waiting around for Dante to show, but then again, he was also betting on the high chance that Asher didn’t really seem like the type of guy who did such things often ( or at all ). To Riv, he seemed so straight lined, no - nonsense, that it was almost surprising to see the pack of cigarettes being pulled from him so casually, teetering Riven off from his train of thought as he reached over, already eager to busy his hands with something as the other slipped into his pocket to grab a lighter. ❛ You know, ❜ He brought the cig up to his lips with a quick inhale, hazy smoke blowing straight into the air. ❛ I didn’t take you much for a smoker. ❜
Asher exhaled as he dropped the bag down next to the safe. He knelt down in front of it and reached out, turning it to each number. He heard some foot steps heading in his direction as he opened the safe. He turned slightly to face the person standing next to him, his blue hues raising up to look at Riven with a clear of the throat. “Hey,” He gave him a nod as a greeting before he looked down at his own bag, pulling out the stacks of cash, putting it into the safe. “Dante should be here in about an hour to give us some new product… Were you planning on waiting around or picking it up later tonight?”
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HIS ATTENTION HAD been on his phone for the last half hour, his focus primarily on a string of texts and iMessage games before he even caught a glimpse of Asher down by the safe. The sight of the bag and cash were enough telltale signs on showing exactly what the other had been up to in comparison to Riven who found himself slacking off and spending most of his afternoon doing nothing but smoking weed down by the docks instead of working. Productivity low, eyes hazy, yet Riven greeted the other back smoothly like he’d just been waiting all this time for him to show up. ❛ Yo, ❜ Riven kept his gaze onto his phone for a few more beats before swiping the whole the shut and following the trail of faded green bills coming from the duffle by Asher’s side, answering his question with a shrug as he leaned in the door frame. ❛ I don’t have any plans, so probably. ❜ Not that he personally wanted to linger around waiting for his connect to come and make a drop. Another shrug rolled off him, this one a little more careless than the first now that he thought about it. ❛ But I‘m not trying to be here all night so....❜
The second born to the late Mr. and Mrs. Jameson. An impulsive French - Canadian. Harbors that annoying youngest child complex. A brother to a sister he isn’t close with anymore. Lazy opportunist. A drug dealer with an unshakeable ego. Proud owner of several dirty Vans and a sharp tongue. College drop out. A Google enthusiast. Most often found with a join in hand skipping his shifts at work after a quickie with whatever lucky soul meets his path. Noncommittal. Doesn’t own a hair brush or common sense. Might be a bad influence but damn good fun.
So before Riven found himself in Chicago, he got involved with someone who worked as a runner for a local dealer up somewhere up in Québec, Canada. And by involved, I totally mean they had something more going on during Riv’s frequent late night orders of pot and pills that made you feel better than you actually were.
He eventually got tied up with more people within that person’s circle and somehow managed to snag himself a lil side gig with them for some extra cash. Help bring packages here. Drive to meet this person there. Keep a look out, always. Etcetera, etcetera. He kept this up for a while as the money was good so he never complained …… much ( he did hate working late nights tho ).
Things were gucci until one night when he accidently fell asleep while he was supposed to be keeping a look out of for anything fishy during the drop at some trap - like warehouse. His job was simple, keep an eye out in a certain direction in case anything happened during the drop. That was it ! Long story short, it ended up turning into bust with Riv quite literally fleeing the scene to save his own ass while the police booked a few people up, including the one who had gotten him introduced to this mess to begin with.
Despite his move to save his own skin, Riven never truly got over this. Hurting people isn’t really his thing, but life’s too short to spend it behind bars over a little school yard crush.
He kept up a surprisingly good low profile for the next few weeks after that. He managed to get a lowkey job at a local record shop ( you know, to start making that legal $$$ ) and even got himself under a few new faces to take his mind off the one.
Unfortunately, life had other plans and made them cross paths once more. They caught him leaving work late one night as he was locking up and fed him some bull story about getting released and how they really missed him. That they weren’t upset for his incredibly selfish decisions to leave and that they hoped they could talk. Catch up. And what better way to celebrate than to rekindle that good ol’ lust flame with your jeans around your ankles with someone you care about the most? Thinking too much with his you know what rather than his mind, Riv agreed to follow them back to their place which ended up being … dun dun dun… you guessed it, a set up.
What happened after that, he’ll never know. He woke up in the hospital a few days later after getting the shit beat out of him. He wants to say that he wasn’t supposed to make out that night but that someone had found him bloodied up on the side of the road and took pity on him. He has the same amount of luck as Murphy from The 100, let me tell ya.
He immediately knew he couldn’t stick around and wait for them to realize that he was still alive ( hello, paranoia ) so the moment he was able to, he got himself together and began couch hopping with people he trusted enough to keep his profile low until he was able to find sanctuary elsewhere. He trickled from Canada down to the USA and then found himself in Chicago. Desperate for protection incase luck ended up not being in his favor is how he found himself getting involved with Bratva. Whichhh I’m still working the details out for, but in the service of things, I want to say he managed to weasel himself in by making a deal for working for them as long as he didn’t have walk around for the rest of his life looking over his shoulder thinking he’ll get jumped to slow death again.
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