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Stealing another glance at the bartender who was about ready to kick the drunken girl out on her ass, sucking in a breath and shaking her head. “Yeah, take it from me, someone who has experienced this but you are far from fine. I’d say you’re about five or so minutes away from puking your guts up.” She stated bluntly. Perhaps it was the motherly instinct but she had never been one to leave a kid in a situation like this. “At least let me order you an Uber or something?”

she manages to keep herself calm enough not to accidentally break any bones. it’s evident that neither of them seem all too fond of one another’s company, and yet they linger, and that’s half yael’s own fault considering she could’ve easily evaded the conversation in its entirety immediately upon confrontation. but she’s somewhat intrigued —- the other’s presence bears an ambiance that she’s never before come across. ‘ now why would i want that ? are you in desperate need of some good karma or something ? because, trust me, you’re not gonna get it by helping me. ’

#╰ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 . / yael.#abbyyblasko

closed starter // @shallowsins

They’d spent their afternoon running errands for the Diablo’s, running back and forth between locations on their bike. Curi accepted this kind of grunt work with a resigned appreciation, as they were only a prospect and should be glad to be doing any work at all. As the sun set, they’d pulled up at Deseo’s for their last delivery. Dropping the package with the bartender, they’d been pulled into a conversation with a couple of the dancers. This eventually led them to doing dabs with the girls in a back room, laughing and watching as they painted each others nails. When the club opened for business, they’d been kicked out for being underage. This saw them stumbling out the door towards their bike, attempting to shake off their high. Unable to do so, Curi sat on their bike, feet propped up on the handlebars, waiting for the affect of the dabs to wear off before they drove off. It was here that they felt someone’s eyes on them. Night had been present for a while now, so they had to squint through the darkness to see the person in front of them. Smirking as their eyes traveled up and down the girl’s figure, they opened their mouth to speak. “Take a picture princess, it’ll last longer.”

her gaze narrows in scrutiny —- they have a pretty face, one yael was naturally attracted to. she could swear she’d seen them before, and yet she could not recall an actual memory of them ever meeting, ever knowing one another. perhaps it’s all buried along with the past she had run away from —- the one that, though repressed, is always looming in hindsight; threatening every good thing she has going for herself at present. however, to fact in her utter exhaustion it could very well be possible that she is simply fabricating things out of tired thoughts. smirk ends up on her countenance as she examines the other as they respond, shoulders rising and falling to convey insouciance. ‘ you just look so familiar, ’ a pause, assesses the other’s countenance, their body, ‘ have we fucked before ? ’ not exactly sober, but this doesn’t mean she’d behave otherwise if she were.

#╰ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 . / yael.#mxcuri

The sheriff raised an eyebrow before soft chuckle escaped his parted lips. Shaking his head in disbelief (or perhaps annoyance due to the fact that the girl’s reaction was nothing he hadn’t expected coming from someone like her), Kaeden took a long sip from his beer then licked his lips off the remaining bitter liquid. “I don’t know, underage drinking can cause a lot of problems. Killing included. I mean, just give a kid like you a gun, some nudge, some alcohol to give them courage and there you go, you got yourself a killer.” His dark eyes fixed on hers, with a dangerous glow inside them, before he broke the eye contact once more to take another sip from his beer. “You can’t deceive me the thought of murder didn’t cross your blurred mind, too, kiddo.” He really enjoyed pointing out her age, that was for sure.

she’ll admit, her mind was made of rage and nothing more —- it wasn’t difficult for anyone to see that. fingernails carved their way into the wood of the counter deeper at each word that left the mouth of the other, only furthering her pent up rage and she’s starting to tremble, unable to control her temper. ‘ i don’t need alcohol to kill, old man, ’ she manages to choke out, digits damn near tearing brunette strands from her scalp as she attempts to gain a semblance of control over her mind. ‘ don’t you have some fuckin’ paperwork to do or something ? ’

#╰ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 . / yael.#wickcddreams #shes insufferable. im sorry.

he’s only half paying attention, hand wrapped around the glass of whiskey he’d been nursing for the past ten minutes or so. one by one he’d seen yael’s suitors be scared off, and with each new one, leo’s amusement only grew. this was one of the reasons why he appreciated the groupie — a little spitfire, she was. it wasn’t until the threat of fingers missing emerged that he decided to finally intervene ; express his thoughts in a vocal way rather than simply smirk at every rejection. “ i’d love to see that, actually. ” he mused, bringing the glass to his lips for a sip. “ sure would be something. ”

she takes one look at the figure beside her and suddenly her countenance adorns a tight-lipped grin, bright eyes facing the male. she exhales, shaking her head ever so slightly as her arm falls back to her side, light-hearted chuckle escaping her lips. ‘ well, good thing you’ll still have your looks goin’ for you if you ever find yourself fingerless, ’ she retorts, something of a smile making a rare appearance upon her countenance.

#╰ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 . / yael.#wrrgod

Perhaps her motherly instincts had kicked in as Abby watched the younger woman at the bar continued to mouth-off to anyone that got closer towards her, and she couldn’t see it ending well, especially in a town like this. Nodding at the bartender. “One of yours Abby?” They asked curiously as Abby screws up her nose and shakes her head. “No, but I’ll take her somewhere.” She muttered, leaning against the bar as she stared down at the other girl, shaking her head. “I’d like to see you in even try, you’re too drunk to even stand, you got somewhere to go?”

it didn’t take long for yael to figure out she was sitting next to a diablo as she swore she recognised abby’s face from somewhere, but her drunken state of mind didn’t seem to care much. the woman next to her had most likely never even seen her before and although she’d prefer to keep it that way, the brunette couldn’t help but scoff. ‘ i can handle myself, oh, kind lady. ’ a chuckle leaves liquor stained lips as eyes roll to accompany her demeanour, digits trailing through her hair. ‘ why don’t you go find your damsel in distress somewhere else, hm ? ’

#╰ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 . / yael.#abbyyblasko #pls dont mind her. she just needs some love and perhaps a hug.

Kaeden never agreed with the common opinion but now he was likely to agree that trouble had its way of finding you even if you were on your best behaviour. At least such was the case with him tonight when upon taking the freshly vacant seat at the bar he was greeted with a not so welcome words by his neighbour to the right. The woman’s words in fact startled him a bit since the sheriff didn’t even manage to order himself a beer before being judged by her. “No, I don’t,” Kaeden agreed. “And I’m going to take a wild guess and suggest it’s time for you to get going perhaps.”

the look on her face, it’s somewhere between rage and repulsion, and she’s dragging her tongue over the roof of her mouth, headspace reeling as it struggles to find what might be an appropriate response, opposed to the one her true instincts want to provide. it’s laced with profanity and violence, and frankly, she was considering driving a blade through his very core at this point —- this was the way yael’s mind worked. ‘ don’t you have more important duties than this, sheriff ? people in your little town are getting killed and it’s not caused by underage drinking, i can tell you that. ’

#╰ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 . / yael.#wickcddreams

‘ i should probably tell you that if you don’t back off, you're going to wake up with your fingers missing. ’ the troubled girl points out, speech just a tad bit slurred thanks to a few too many ounces of alcohol that stirs within her system now, rendering her vision askew as she doesn’t bother to turn and glance at the other now at her side. she’d been sitting at the bar for the past hour and like clockwork various strangers had approached her attempting to land greasy paws on her figure. ‘ i’m gonna take a wild guess and say you don’t want that. ’

#ridestart.#╰ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 . / yael.#open to literally anyone and anything

It was fair to say it had been a long and arduous shift and the atmosphere within the town certainly hadn’t helped. Everyone was on tenterhooks in silent suspense. Waiting and watching for whomever was to make the next move given the treaty was now all but destroyed. Liam however didn’t see any point in fearing what was to come, after all, they’d been at each others throats, treaty or not for as long as he could remember. One could practically smell the fear in the air, so if the male could give back in even the smallest of ways, to make someones day, even to simply evoke a smile from another - then he would.

Nevertheless as he finished cleaning up the truck, he couldn’t help but notice the way a small child and his mother paused to stare up at the vehicle, the child very clearly excitable. Thus he did his best to give the child exactly what he wanted. And after a short while the child seemed blissfully happy, the mother even donning a smile of her own as she thanked him for his time and continued on her way. What he hadn’t noticed however was the watchful gaze of another. “What’s with the face? – It’s common courtesy to give the kids of a tour, okay.” He explained. “Don’t tell me you never wanted to ride in the big red truck as a kid…” Liam teased, stance shifting as arms settled to fold over his chest. ( @ridereblogs )

it was well known to joey herself now that some fresh air was much needed if she wanted to distract herself from any immoral acts. long walks usually led her wherever they may, however, it wasn’t much of a surprise to the brunette when it seemed to lead her to the one person she knew was capable of making her feel somewhat alive even when sober. he doesn’t spot her and she decided she’d prefer to observe him for a second before announcing her perhaps unwanted presence. her lungs feel heavy, but despite that, she’ll still manage a chuckle or two at the sight of her friend. she can’t help it —- her mood instantaneously lifts in liam’s presence. and she can’t help but smile, either, the curvature spreading from ear to ear. and it was genuine, despite the size, one she doesn’t think she’s sported in years. thankfully, his voice manages to intercept her train of thought. ‘ god, you’re such a softie, ’ she retorts, grinning. ‘ i can’t say i’ve ever thought of riding the big red truck. a giant pink unicorn, however, did cross my mind every now and then as a kid. ’

#╰ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 . / joey.#╰ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 . / joey & liam.#lixm-stephens