#analusilvas

[santiagosilva]

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location: open bar 

The one person he wasn’t looking forward to seeing now that he was back in town was his own sister, Analu. He didn’t really talk to her anymore, but Nightrest wasn’t the biggest town. He knew he’d bump into her eventually, and he was fully prepared to ignore her when it would happen, but he hadn’t prepared on the bartender at the open bar he had been standing by, nursing his one beer of the night, to clumsily spill a drink on the counter, getting him and a couple more people wet in the process. “Merda,” Santi muttered, grabbing some napkins and handing them out to the people around him, eyes narrowing slightly as he grudgingly handed one to his sister. “You good?” He asked, his voice gruff. 

[dominicdavis]

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location: medusa 

This was the first time in a long time Dom found himself completely drunk. He knew that there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to remember anything about tonight, but he made it a point to try and not do anything that’d actually get him in trouble the next morning. He wasn’t talking to anybody at the club, aside from the bartender to put in order after order, but he somehow found himself sitting by the bar and texting Analu, wondering if she’d even respond. After a few minutes, he lifted his head and squinted at the woman walking up to him, his drunk brain belatedly realizing it was Analu. “Oh, I’m dead, aren’t I? Because there’s no way in hell you’re coming here to talk to me. Willingly,” Dom slurred, the thought making him laugh, even as his heart ached in his chest at the thought of death and how one of his closest friends was now six feet under, and how he had to see one of his other closest friends cry his heart out today. “What are you doing here, Analu?”

[dominicdavis]

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location: analu’s home 

As soon as he was kicked out of Medusa, Dom started the walk back to his place. He was too drunk to drive and too pissed off to care about the fact that there was a curfew he was breaking and a killer on the loose who could possibly make him the next victim. He didn’t care. He didn’t fucking care anymore. What was the point anyway? Who else is he going to lose next? Dom didn’t even realize he didn’t take the turn that would lead him to his house, but to another’s place in the same neighborhood, belatedly realizing he was standing on Analu’s porch, of all people, with a banged up face. “Hey,” Dom said when the door was opened. 

[santiagosilva]

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location: silva home

"Puta que pariu," Santi muttered as he walked into his childhood home to see Analu. He was settling into being back in town, felt himself actually having fun again now that the talk of murders seem to have died down, and while he knew they'd have to run into each other, he wasn't excited for it to happen so soon. "Don't you have some other place to go to or something? Some other person to annoy?" He asked, side eyeing her before he walked deeper into the room to place the groceries on the counter, just in time to hear their father from the other room. "It's not fucking movie night so what are you doing here?"