#cfichor

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head aching, gael didn't know what to blame for the pounding in his skull or if he should chalk it up to a combination of things. lack of sleep, stress, too much caffeine, too little, tension traveling up through his neck, the list was endless. "you think that they'd be offended if i asked for coffee?" gael muttered as he crossed his arms, taking a step back and accidentally brushing up against a shaped topiary of some kind of horse. "fuck it, i'm asking for coffee. you want a real drink?" he asked, taking a glance at the glass in ren's hand. "need something worth staying awake for around here." @cfichor

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Who: @cfichor (Lorena) Where: Mayor's Garden Party

The kind of mayhem that hit the city a few nights past wasn't the normal sort of NYC chaos that Diego was used to. While he liked to think he had his finger on the pulse of the news, there were so many unknowns and conflicting stories that Diego didn't feel prepared to completely buy into anything that was being said and even coming from the mayor, Diego would only believe part of it. But sometimes knowing the cover story was just as important as knowing the truth and Diego always believed in being prepared. After the disaster at Bacha-Lacha, Diego's midsection was still mess of bruises tender to the touch, an infection something that was a risk, and while it was important to make a showing, it was also important to have someone capable there. Enter Ren, who he trusted to be able to do her job while he was on the bench. "There's a chance they were targeting Durmaz since they went after her club." Diego said quietly, assuming she would be one to watch. "She may be one of the people that they dragged into the house. I haven't figured out their pattern yet."