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erikaosman​:

LUCKILY FOR ERIKA, she’d somehow managed to remain unscathed during the recent events that had unfolded in Charming. It was a wonder, really. Given that nine times out of ten the brunette was always in the thick of chaos. Though, in a twisting turn of events, she’d been out of town on an ‘ assignment ’. At least, you could call it that. Sure, she’d wound up slinking home at God knows what hour, dark crimson caked into the grooves of her knuckles. However, it wasn’t her blood. While the woman worked in Rendezvous, the majority of the time she had her own agenda ; her true loyalties lying with herself and only herself. All she’d wanted was to find a secluded corner where she could nurse a Mojito without being bothered. Instead, what she got was a queue a mile long and the reality of extremely limited seating. Allowing a hefty, yet inaudible sigh to part her rose-pink lips, Erika made her way through the hordes of bodies. Just when she was about ready to cut her loses, a masculine voice piqued her attention. Turning, inky eyes were on the male, briefly sweeping his countenance before offering him a mild hum of agreement. “ You’re a regular Columbo, aren’t you? ” She teased, the corner of her mouth curving into a subtle smirk. Nevertheless, her svelte frame slid into the vacant seat opposing the man. “ Oh, you don’t? ” Erika inquired, her words laced with faint jest as a manicured eyebrow arched his direction. “ I’m sure that leaves the girls disappointed. ” Full lips split into a grin then, deft digits bringing her glass to meet her mouth. 

 “ Come now. I’m much better looking than Columbo.” 

Stefano, slinked back into the plush booth. Watching in amusement as her eyes took in his form. Something he’s become accustomed to over the years living in Charming. Something he had grown accustomed too in general. It gave Stefano a certain thrill each time. Even more so when it was someone in the same line of work as himself. Granted, he didn’t know her. Never seen her working the club were he did. But they had frequented similar watering holes. Charming wasn’t that large, you were bound to run into other workers like himself. It was only natural. And when you’ve been doing this as long as he had-- it was easy to spot someone that many would view as ... other. Dark eyes watched her finger circle around her glass tumbler. The slight smirk, that turned the corners of her lips up distracting him for a moment. Leaning towards her, Stefano gave her a cavalry shrug the faintest grin played at the corners of his mouth. “ Left a few men disappointed as well, c’est la vie.”  Resting his chin in his hand. Stefano narrowed his eyes a bit. Observing the woman that sat so proudly in front of him. An air of mystery  was unmistakable, but he had to wonder, “Let me guess, your date is running late. And you need a little company to hold you over until they get here.” 

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lcylaaslan​:

Leyla needed to blow off steam. She needed to let it all out of her system, to just let go and forget everything that had happened at the town hall. There were two ways she could figure she could let out the tension she needed to, alcohol or sex. She knew for sure either of them would work, but given the black dress and red lipstick she had paired together, she didn’t intend on having to chose between either option, she was just going to combine them. 

All she had to do now, was find her target, and make sure the person was going to be able to take care of her needs. There would be no half assed one night stands tonight. As soon as her eyes landed on Stefano though, she knew that she was in for a winner. Of course, why didn’t she think of him before? Making her way over to him Leyla smirked, leaning herself against the edge of the booth. “Really big boy? I was hoping I was going to get you to bite all over?” 

“Now, what kind of man do you think I am.” he grinned as he watched Leyla take the seat across from him. He could always count on her to make his night that much more interesting. Even with their regular appointments in her or his bedroom; Stefano genuinely enjoyed being around the woman. Leyla gave a delightful perspective on life that he sorely lacked. It was endearing in many ways. especially considering who she associated with.  Reaching for his drink he took a slow sip. Eyes sweeping over her form hungrily as he gave her a grin. She looked rather sinful in her little black dress but , he would expect nothing less from the leggy brunette. She had the ability to get your attention just by walking in the room.  “So let me guess,” he began. Elbows resting on the table as he leaned towards her. Eyes narrowing as he observed her, “ You came out hoping to run into me and-- so we could play darts didn’t you?” 

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neontigrr​:

bars were seldom her choice of distraction around town — the closeness to anything as addictive as alcohol often proved too unnerving, too reminiscent of the demons she’d shed off her skin. still, ever since the shooting, she found herself longing for the company of people, be them friends or strangers or people on the other side of a counter. she’d come to the bar right after the end of her shift at hale’s — didn’t look for anything other than the closeness of others, the chatter of voices, the sound of life in all its odd-shaped forms. she’d ordered herself a coke, in her hands the notepad that barely ever left her side, loaded with sketches and drawings she believed might channel a positive spirit she so desperately needed. but she required a surface, a working station, and it seemed the bar tonight was far too crowded for that.

he spoke up in salvation of her sad predicament, and natalie smiled, huffed out a sigh of relief, grateful: “thank you”, she let out, sitting down on the spot he’d pointed, setting her notepad down by her right hand, the glass of coke on the other side from it. her smile was bright, honest: despite the noise, the almost claustrophobic feeling of the crowded bar, she felt a little more kindness was needed, these days. a little more warmth. natalie smiled, sipping at her coke and diggin within her notepad’s pages to retrieve her pen. “i was starting to think i’d haveto sit on the floor”.

“ Can’t have you sitting on the floor love, pretty sure there are some nasty things down there.”  Stefano was never one to turn away a pretty face. It didn’t matter whether he knew the person of not. He was good at getting along with anyone that he came in-contact with-- he learned that early on in his line of work. You put a person at ease, you get them talking and eventually they will open up. Which was good in his case, the more they liked him. The more he got tipped and hired again for a later date. At the end of the day-- why make enemies when he could make money instead.  Tonight was a little different , he wasn’t looking for a opportunity  to make money. He just wanted to remove the fog from his mind. Things in the town in the last ten years only seemed to be getting worst. As much as Stefano would love to stay out of the drama; he had a feeling that it was inevitable; he too would be added into the mix. Enough tension hung in the air around town-- even he was feeling the need to shrug it off. Lifting a brow; he watched as the blonde took a delicate sip of her coke. Opening a notepad in front of him. “ Do you normally carry a notepad with you when you go to a bar? Or is this a new habit you’ve developed.”

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myriam-moussa​:

After the shooting at the town meeting, Myriam was busier than ever in both of her jobs. She had the victims of the shootout that she had to take care of since some of the family members wanted autopsies and then she had the aftermath. And then, there was the retaliation from the gang and MC in Charming was something new for her. Finally, Myriam caught a break and as a switch up from spending time alone, which she had plenty of while surrounded by dead bodies, she decided to go out and distract herself with some music, food, drinks, and maybe some company. Once Myriam got her drink, she set her eyes on a booth, but by the time she got there, a man had taken it. She was ready to walk past it and circle back around for another spot when he invited her to sit with him. Myriam almost said no, but she did tell herself earlier that she wanted some company to distract herself from the last few days. “Thank you,” she said with a small smile. She slid into the booth and set her drink on the table. “It’s busier than I would have expected tonight,” she added. “Or is it usually like this?”

Stefano gave a casual shrug at her question.  “ Truth, this is my first night in here. I figured I needed a change of pace after everything that went down. It would appear I wasn’t the only one.”  His dark eyes scanned the crowded bar, they had found themselves in. There were worse places that he could be. Switching things up was nothing new for him. It was good practice; becoming complacent for too long. You slowed down, got lazy. Changing your routine from time to time kept him sharpe, alert. Also, the place seemed pretty busy when he showed up. New faces, new opportunities. What those opportunities might be? Well, that all came down to the person that decided to sit down with him. Stefano noticed the split second of hesitation before she had taken him up on his offer to join him. Rather than calling it out he took a sip of his drink, a pleasant smile on his face. 

“ Were you hoping for a quiet evening? Because here might not be the best place for that.” 

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nikkirayburn​:

With a beer in her hand, Nikki walked around the bar looking for an open table to sit out. In the back of her mind, she wondered if the regulars she didn’t see perished during the town meeting. It’s kind of crazy to think that she will always think of her hometown as having a ‘before’ and ‘after’ timeline. She noticed Stefano and slid into the empty side of his booth. She hadn’t seen him outside of work for awhile now so it would be good to get caught up with him. “Oh you don’t bite? That’s no fun, Stef. What if I nicely asked?” She teased, a smirk on her face.

A wicked grin marred his features as Nikki made herself comfortable. It was always nice to run into a familiar face.  “ Depends? Is there going to be someone that will kick my ass if I do?” he teased. He liked Nikki; anyone that was willing and able to give as good as they got were alright in his book. Seeing her outside of work was a relief - mainly because that meant she got through the town meeting unharmed by the looks of it. Stefano was glad for that-- at the very least that was one more person he didn’t have to worry about. Sighing, he flung his arm on the back of the booth. “No company tonight I see? Are we having a good time or just trying to distract ourselves for the evening.”

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nonsparklyed​:

At his words, he nodded lightly, he did have a point, that much he had to admit, but there were people that would have offered just to be nice or polite, which was why he decided to give him a chance to take back his offer, if he wanted, but if he was one of those people, would they really have taken it back? Pushing away those thoughts and just sitting down instead, he decided to trust in his words, instead of thinking that he would be a bother, and that he was just trying to be nice. At his next words, he started to wonder if he looked as bad as he felt at that moment, if he did, then he must look really terrible, because that was how he was feeling since the incident happened.

“I really didn’t know it was that obvious,” he clearly wasn’t as good of an actor as he thought that it was, “Rum and coke, the drink I had the most lately.”

“ It’s only obvious if you’re paying attention,” Stefano offered with a shrug. There was a slight weary look in the others eyes. As many clients as he had; Stefano noticed small things like that. When he was hired to strip or even when he was working in the club. You got pretty good at reading the room and the person you were dancing for. If the goal was to not look as bothered as the other man looked; he would need to work on it. Some were more adept at hiding  their true feelings than most. Others... it took time and effort. Given recent events the man wasn’t alone in his feelings. “ Hopefully more rum than coke,” he said with a light chuckle as he took a sip of his whiskey. Stefano hated mixed drinks, give him straight liquor every time. “ You didn’t want something harder?”

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nonsparklyed​:

A drink was definitely something that he needed, because of everything that happened. No one that he was close to died, he didn’t get hurt either. But his sister did, which was overwhelming to him, and also made him want to go after whoever shot the party, but he knew better than do that on his own, and honestly, he didn’t even know who was the great mind behind it. It was frustrating, because the person was out there, free, was getting away with what they did, but he truly hoped that it would change.

After getting in the bar, he started to walk around, trying to find any free booth, and almost giving up, until someone talked to him, “Oh, are you sure? Because I could always just come back another day.”

“ I wouldn’t have offered if i wasn’t sure,” it was his typical responds. Cheeky but genuine. Truth be told, he probably shouldn’t have been drinking on his own. His emotional and mental state was all over the place. Which often lead to him over drinking and partaking in a lot of sex to keep himself from having to deal with his issues. If he talked to a psychiatrist -- which he would never fucking do. Stefano was sure they would label his actions as classic avoidance. Tonight, was a drinking kind of night, and in lieu of his Fred piling on the drinks to get him to spill his guts. This man was Fred but he supposed some company was better than no company at all.    “Besides, it looks like you need a drink as much as I do.” Nodding towards the empty side he took a slow sip of his drink. “ What are you drinking?” 

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saintfred​:

the people who’d woken up in freddie’s apartment had always been many, though very few ever stuck around ‘til the morning. of all of them, stefano might have easily been her favorite — of course whatever funny escapade had went on with them in the past was long gone by now, with fred’s relationship department looking extraordinarily close to a building on fire. still — she relished this connection, closer than she’d usually let people get to her (whether that be a blessing or a curse, for stefano, she wouldn’t know. right now, how begrudgingly he got up — the latter was more probable). though she’d never been the kind to get sentimental, at the bottom of it — she was happy to be there for him after a hard night. if anything, she got to make fun of him.

“aw, come on. i even made you coffee”, freddie faked a playful pout, nodding at the mug now in his hands. she sipped at her own for a while, chuckling at his annoyance and knowing, really, being aware of how deserved it was. “you’re a grown man, kiddo —” came her snappy remark with a smirk, pausing just to take another sip. “— you make your own decisions. i gave your sorry ass a warm bed though, ain’t that enough?”. all of it was delivered in comical times, not wanting to recriminate, just dishing out a portion of his same early morning snark. but then a quieter shift of her voice, more confidential, understanding: “so. wanna tell me what made you go above and beyond with those decisions last night?”

There were very few people that could get away with calling him kiddo. He hated the word honestly but with Freddie-- he found that he would tolerate it, Mostly because she was being a smart ass when she said it nine times out of ten. There was also the bit were, she would take care of him when he got pissed drunk. Truth be told-- he didn’t know why she put up with him. Confident that he was more trouble than he was actually worth getting him out of things. Or trying to cheer him. He could count on one hand how many people he would let see him at his worst. When he wasn’t drunk at the club working, or high at some private party. Alcohol and drugs numbed the pain but days like yesterday -- they were rare. But when they hit it was a bitch for him to get out of that funk.  Taking another sip of his coffee he sat up more, the covers falling away from his chest pooling around his waist. 

“ You pump me with liquor and now with caffeine?” he raised a brow, “ You sure you ain’t a drug dealer. I feel like I’m going to owe you a kidney soon.”  Sleep starting to leave him as the room became a little more clear and sharp around him. The brightness of the sun peeking in through her shades-- causing him to squint. Turning away and focusing on Fred’s face. It was a loaded question, it was a lot of things. But it was also nothing, no warning no trigger. These moods hit him and when they did; he felt them hard. The only person he could turn to was her. Fuck he was fucked up. Running a free hand through his messy dark hair he shrugged, “I’m fucked up in the head, you know that. I’ll be fine in a day or two.” 

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eastononfire​:

When Easton could see who it was he shook his head and laughed. “Well but this is much more fun. And of course I missed you. Its been a while.” He told the other man. If he was honest, since things had seemed to have been changing with Jordan he had stayed away from the other man, but now that that ship had sailed, he certainly could have fun with Stefano. “Well, lets take that off and in and Ill throw it in the dryer.” He eyed the bag in his hand. “Please tell me I didn;’ ruin lunch?” He asked hoping he was wrong.

“ I haven’t  seen you in how long and you already trying to undress me.” Smirking, Stefan came up to the other man. Handing him the plastic bag of food.. Before pulling his now, damp shirt over his head; placing it on Easton shoulder. There was a sorta history with the two of them, but honestly Stefano kept his distance for a number of reason. Mainly it just tended to be easier to keep things light and casual. Otherwise, you were left with awkward moments where you or the other person didn’t know what to say or how to act. And that was a fucking pain. “ The foods good, chicken pasta primavera, greek salad and garlic bread.” he shrugged headed towards the door that led inside the fire house. Pausing once he reached the door looking expectantly at Easton, 

“ Well, hurry up. I’m getting cold now and I don’t want to be accosted for indecent exposure.” 

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location: anywhere open to all

“Yeah, whiskey neat,” Stefan glanced around the bar. The event of the town meeting didn’t sit well with him. Of course, why wouldn’t something pop off. He hadn’t been in the thick of it, opting to leave early after getting a call about a last minute job. When he found out what went down a part of him felt fine. With the exception of worrying and checking on a few -- it wasn’t his problem. If the clubs and gangs want to kill each other. Well, that was on them wasn’t it? So long as he didn’t get shot; hew was to cute for that.

Retrieving his drink, Stefano meandered his way through the bar.  coming upon  an empty booth out of the way near the dart board. Sliding in, he pulled out a cigarette about to light it as he watched a group approach. 

“It’s a busy night tonight, all the tables are full.” Shrugging he nods towards the empty side of the booth.  “Have a seat, I don’t bite.” 

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lcylaaslan‌:

Listening to him from where she was propped, Leyla wondered what it was like, doing this all the time for a job. She had plenty of sex sure, everyone in town new that, but she couldn’t imagine it being an actual obligation - in fact she wondered if it took the fun out of it all. She sure as hell wouldn’t want to fumble with someone if all she had seen was a mans floppy end all day, and she loved them. Well, she loved everything but that was besides the point. 

“Love is designed to hurt I think.” She mused, taking a long pull of the cigarette now that it was lit, sitting herself up on the bed pulling the sheets so they were wrapped around her as she looked down at where he was tucked into her bed. In all the years she had been old enough to understand the semblance of love, she hadn’t heard too many success stories, and even if two people had managed to stand the test of time with their affections, they’d had their fair share of hard work along the way. “I tell you what….” Leyla whispered as she looked back at him, a surprising softness to her voice which was normally absent. “If I ever fall in love, I promise I won’t tell you whilst we’re laid out in the sheets, I won’t make you that guy once again.” A laugh followed at his grin and she nodded. “Bits to do I suppose, keeps everyone out. Normally they’re all just drinking.” 

“ I’ll have to take your word on the love thing,” he chuckled as he blew smoke rings out above their head.  Stefano didn’t think he was ever in love. Sure there were infatuations; with men, women people in general. Love though? Apart from the love that he had for his friends, and the reluctant love he had for his mother. How cliche would it be to fall in love with a stripper. More importantly how long did relationships like that last--not very. 

Leyla was beautiful, and one day. One day she would make some lucky fucker very happy. And when she met that lucky fucker Stefano would walk right up to them and say-- you’re welcome. Because if he had been a different  kind of man maybe--maybe he would or might explore love with her. As it stood now, he was fucked up enough. He didn’t need to make his life that much more complicated. With a smirk  he reached up toward her face, gently grazing the side of her cheek. “ You really are too good to me.” he winked giver her cheek a slight pinch. taking a final pull of his cigarette- putting it out in the astray next to her bed. “Why do i feel like that is all you guys do? Drink and ride -- preferably not in that order.” sighing he pushed himself up  as the sheets fell just over his hip. Revealing the deep ‘V’ of his waist, “ not that I’m judging. It’s a life style I get it,” 

[eastononfire]

location- Charming Fire Department

Present- @charmingstarter​

Normally this was rookie work. Normally East would have found one of them and them out with the hose on this hot day. But, he had them doing a job no one wanted to do in the house. Equipment cleaning. Some of the guys gear was nasty and no one wanted to get near it. So since the truck needed washing and the gear needed cleaning, East took the better job. The sun was beating down as he hosed off the truck. He had already stripped off his shirt to try and get some relief from the heat. He was climbing up the back with garden hose in hand when he heard the sounds behind him. Without thinking he turned around and sprayed towards the person who had spoke. He cringed and turned the hose back, letting go of the nozzle turning it off. “I am so sorry.” He said as he climbed down, sincerely feeling terrible about being so careless.

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It served him right for sneaking up on the other. Stefano didn’t often make it a habit of popping in on East unannounced. Or while he was at the fire house. It was a sweltering day and Stefano had some time to kill before his late shift at Maidens.  So he decided last minute to pop in on Easton and see if the other man would like to have lunch. Picking up some food for him and the other firefighters on duty. It was just his luck that the man he was coming to see was outside, shirtless hosing down the fire truck - he could have watched him for hours. Stefan made his way up the drive only calling out to him when he was within reasonable distance. He should have guessed this could happen. His face and the upper part of his chest being doused in the cold water. Yeah, there was no way any of  them would want to eat soggy sandwiches now.

The water was refreshing though. 

Arms stretched out to the side, he gave them a light shake. His navy blue t-shirt clinging to his  chest and stomach. “So was this your way of saying you missed me then?” he chuckled wiping the excess water away from his face. “ There are easier ways to get me out of my clothes Easton. It’s not as if I would say no to you.” 

[hvneybxns]

Open Starter for Charming Residents  Town Meeting | @charmingrp​

Poppy had never been to a town meeting before. Her parents had always been the ones to attend and normally she was one of the teens that would baby sit the younger kids whilst that adults all went to have their say but this year…it was her turn. With both of her parents away on a holiday they had been saving for they had made sure to give Poppy a list, one that was neatly tucked and placed in her pocket, with a number of things they wanted for her to address with reasons. Honestly Poppy was sure this was just their was of trying to get her out there, but it wasn’t like she was going to let them down. Now she just had to try and not look so nervous as she waited for everything to starter. Her brown curls framing her face as she frowned from her place in the corner where she was tucked away, hoping she didn’t look like she was starting to hard at anyone. She really wasn’t here for trouble, though she probably looked like the easiest target in the room from where she was. 

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He hated town meetings. His disdain for them was rooted deep in the pit of his stomach. Stefano had gone to them of course; everyone did. Each time it seemed to be the same bitching and moaning as the previous one. Hours of his day gone when he could be doing things far more entertaining than listening to a bunch of old birds talk about— good old days.  What good old days? Las Vegas or Charming, the world was shit. The fact that he got to wake up everyday was plenty for him. As he stepped into the building, he eyed the full room; it was a packed house. Sidling up to  a darker corner on the back wall, the man found his purchase near the window. 

Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a his carton of cigarettes; lighting one , he took a long pull. Sighing contently. As the nicotine began to make his blood teem just beneath the surface of his tan skin. He was only half listening when he noticed the young woman standing a few feet from him. Taking another pull, he dispelled the smoke from his nostrils  a smirk on his face. “ No parents this year hm?” he asked eyeing her a little longer. Pushing away from the wall he came to stand next to Poppy. One hand in his pocket the other, pinching the cigarette between his fingers. “- did they write down what to say? Aren’t we a prepared little thing.” he teased.