#c: abraham

[nataliaballard]

Shifting in the bar stool, she kept messing with her glass and trying her best not to look around however much she wanted to. Rendezvous wasn’t her favorite place to be at or really any place dominated by the Wolves as a whole. Whatever Charlie did in his own time wasn’t any of her business that much was clear so while she didn’t expect anything anymore, she also didn’t want to deal with some awkward run-in. When Abraham came up beside her she sighed in relief. “Are you done dealing with business?” She questioned, downing the rest of her drink before turning her seat to face him more. “Can we please get the hell out of this place now. Any longer and I might fight someone here.” @wellsabraham​

[nataliaballard]

for: @wellsabraham​ 

By this point she was a couple drinks in and had been mingling around with others but mostly taking in the sight of all the women and men within the town hall because they were all unfairly good looking. She’d be surprised if more people went home alone tonight than not, at least if things went smoothly and oh how she desperately wished for that to be the case. The worry of anything going wrong was maybe why she had immediately made a beeline for the bar when she had arrived. “Look at you.” Gesturing to his fit, arching a brow. “I’m almost attracted to you.” She teased him. “I mean, you look the part but I can see your frown lines even with that mask on.” 

[breakmedcwn]

@divergentspyre

     The office was deadly quiet save for the scrape of silverware against cutlery. Abraham knew that most people were spending time with their loved ones around the holidays. Unlike most people he didn't have a family to speak of. He didn't even have that many friends. After all they did say being on top was lonely. It had never bothered him and it never would. He didn't mind that he wasn't going home to someone waiting for him in bed. Half the time emotional attachments didn't mean much in his world. That was why the sound of footsteps made his head snap up. His hands froze when his eyes landed on her. It felt like it had been an eternity since their paths had crossed. She was probably the last person that he had ever expected to see in his place of work. Especially on Christmas Eve when she surely could be with others. He went to set down the fork and knife. Quickly he cleared his throat, bringing his hand up to his mouth to muffle the sound," How did you get past security?" He wasn't sure why those were the first words out of his mouth after so long of not seeing each other," I mean, why are you here? You told me you never wanted to see me again."

[butwhyishedead-blog]

@aworldfullofmuses

Chris sat unamused at the bar. The gala was going swimmingly and her parents were enjoying themselves, just as much in love as they were when she was a child. She looked at them talking with the congressman and laughing, sipping champagne in their tailored outfits. She felt immensely out of place at such events but always attended when asked- well, more like guilted into it. This was also in celebration of her parents forty-fifth anniversary so she felt obligated to go. 

Sipping her own drink, a spritzer, Chris let her eyes roam the stuffed suits and live band. It was a massive turn out and yet she found herself wanting to be back among her paperwork and corpses. She felt at home in the basement of the precinct and didn’t want to be anywhere else, especially in a dress that hugged her just a little too tight.

A body slid up beside her and Chris glanced over, surprised to see an unfamiliar face. She was quiet for a long moment or so, wondering if the man would speak first before speaking up, “Enjoying yourself?”