#c. josephine

[edcnlim]

La compra de canastas era de esas tradiciones a la que le gustaba asistir más por nostalgia que por genuina diversión, y de alguna forma el aspecto de donación siempre queda opacado por la competitividad y el comportamiento, quizá no reprochable, pero sí cuestionable, de cualquier forma, Eden pone una sonrisa en su sonrisa en su rostro, hasta que los hoyuelos aparecen en sus mejillas, cuando con la mirada detecta a la mujer que ha adquirido su cesto  — señorita, King— echa a manera de saludo, mientras se acerca  — no podría pensar en mejor comprador para mi canasta—. @xkingj​

[sawyergraves]

Location: Primordial MC Clubhouse

@josephinestvincent

After a busy and particularly annoying shift in the garage, Sawyer strolled into the clubhouse, finally finding a moment to sit. Flopping down into one of the vacant seats, he unleashed a heavy sigh and dug a hand into the inside pocket of his cut, fishing out the small baggie of weed Kit had given him, figuring he'd earned a good high after making it through the day without going off on anyone. Between one unruly customer after the other, the restraint Sawyer had shown was nothing short of a miracle. Rolling himself a joint, he glanced up only when he heard the door open, and frowned once he recognized the telltale flash of a badge shining underneath the dim clubhouse lighting."Shit," he muttered under his breath, but he didn't stop what he was doing. It was no secret that Sawyer had always been wary of anyone in law enforcement and his time inside had only made that worse. Even though Josephine was close to Jeremiah, old habits died hard, and Sawyer tensed ever so slightly as the detective drew closer, "Ya here on business or pleasure?"