#august 002

[mangemaw]

@moonpains The Portside

Yuisa's boots sit on her desk in the Portside's office - a much less well-kept room than the one she keeps up at the Dockworker's Guild. She eyes the werewolf over her footwear from where she leans casually back in her chair.

Can't just be a casual call. Can't just be Matteo either. Phones exist, and while she's heard about August's . . . condition, she's not exactly sure if that's what brings him here, given the track record she's got with helping werewolves find ways out of being cursed.

Still - a werewolf that eats its own? That is an interesting prospect, one she can aim like a gun, so she has to play this careful, because August Choi is an opportunity.

"Why you here, Choi?"

[mayor-espino]

where: a private party

when: 11pm @augustfinley​

God only knew where his husband was tonight. He had been absent most of the week.  “Last minute urgent meetings with clients” he said. Luis wasn’t surprised with the late meetings as much as he was with the frequency of them. Once or twice a week was a norm, for either of them, but it had been happening nearly every night, and Luis couldn’t say the days had been much better. He wasn’t precisely thrilled to go to this fundraiser without him by his side, and had decided to bring his sister with him knowing that she’d have the time of her life and expecting that he wouldn’t have to do it all on his own. It was a bit bold of him to expect his lawyer sister not to take advantage of this to broaden her clientele. Luis figured he’d call a cab home when the all too familiar silhouette of the PM caught his eye. Wine glass in hand, he’d approached the bunch of bodyguards before he’d gone to stand by him. “What a fucking nightmare,” he began. Anyone who attended those events so often was meant to hate them at some point. It was always the same thing. An eternal dinner all to lead to checks being signed. All for show. He hated that. “At least the wine’s good.” Couldn’t go wrong with Chateauneuf du Pape, as his husband had so gracefully taught him years and years ago.