#event: patchover.

[blakecastillo]

📲 –– finn & blake.

B: Well, it's no arm.

B: But, I broke a siren's nose.

B: Wish you would've seen it.

[rothane]

closed for @marisolsteel

Rowan has no idea how she feels about any of this. As far as she’s concerned, it’s a necessary evil -- they needed the numbers and the resources that came with merging with the Bastards and while she may not be all of their biggest fans, she has hope that this can work in the end. What throws her is the fact that Otto fucking Steel gets to sit at the head of the table and call the shots. She understands it had been an ultimatum, leaving them desperate with no where else to turn but that doesn’t make it any easier of a pill to swallow. She doesn’t trust him, and in her eyes he has no place at the head of the table. She can’t help but wonder what Marisol thinks of all of this and as much as she hates to admit it, Marisol’s opinion on the matter will most definitely affect Rowan’s opinion on her. They’d been sitting at the bar together, chit chatting away while Ro tried to find the best way to bring it all up without seeming like she was interrogating her when all thoughts of that are suddenly gone. Instead, her attention has been stolen by the way Reina parades around the club house with her latest golden goose -- Otto Steel and a large diamond on her finger. “Did you know that was going on?” 

[rothane]

closed for @scthcartcr

Seth’s really had a shitty year, hasn’t he? Rowan can’t help but think to herself, mentally mulling over the events of the last twelve months. For the brunette it seems to be a series of swings and misses, starting last April when his girlfriend had moved away until October when a club member’s wife was killed under their noses until now. Demoted with an ugly little empty space on his cut where the ‘PRESIDENT’ patch used to be neatly stitched. Part of her feels bad for him. There is no way any of this feels good for him and Rowan thinks Seth is the last person she would want to trade places with right now, but she can’t deny that she has been thinking there should be a change for a while now. Just not this change. This change leaves a bitter taste in her mouth that she tries to swallow down as she takes a seat next to Seth, brows raising at him. “You look miserable.” Their relationship has never been one of fake pleasantries, instead always operating with a brutal honesty and this is no exception, even if she does feel a little like she’s kicking him when he’s down. “You shouldn’t frown so much. You’re gonna get wrinkles and then you’ll be really ugly.” 

[blakecastillo]

closed starter for @scthcartcr​ setting: patchover party

It shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to Blake that Seth and Remi had shown up together at the Patchover given her sister’s recent confession, however, the older of the Castillo women was still unimpressed by the recent development.  She had spent a majority of the night trying to avoid the younger Castillo like the plague as she was, quite literally, the last person she had wanted to see at the party tonight.  It was safe to say that Blake was still pissed at her sister despite Wes’ attempts to convince her to reconcile with the younger Castillo, but Blake wouldn’t budge.  As if that should come as a surprise.  However, when she spotted Seth Carter alone, she couldn’t control the urge to confront him about it, though, she wasn’t necessarily mad at Seth  ––  it wasn’t his fault her sister was being a hypocritical bitch.  As she approached the bar, Blake instructed the prospect who managed to land bar duty to get her a Sprite before sitting down next to Seth.  “Of all the people in Olympus,” Blake started.  “You jus’ had to sleep with my sister, huh?”

[rothane]

closed for @celinacarcone​

It’s not a shock to see Cece at the party. Rowan knows that the brunette grew up in the club life, and their social circles overlap so much at this point they may as well be the same one so she had been expecting to run into her sooner or later. She’s not entirely sure how the other woman feels about the patchover and the party going on around them, not that it matters much in the grand scheme of things, but as she spots her sitting by herself rather than being her usual social butterfly self, she has a feeling as to where her feelings stand. “Alright,” she huffs out, sliding into the seat at the table across from Cece. “Why do you look like someone just kicked your puppy?”  

[rothane]

closed for @blakecastillo​

setting: the club house somewhere

Admittedly, she isn’t thrilled to be here. Over the course of the last two decades the club house has become somewhat of a safe haven for her, even if it isn’t technically her club. But so many of the members may as well be her family and it has always been somewhere she’s always felt both safe and comfortable, often times bringing her children to play on the swing set out back or letting Maddie drive her fake car around bumping into people’s legs. Tonight, though, she feels a little out of place. There are too many strangers there, and while she’s trying to keep an open mind it’s a little suffocating after having spent the better part of the last two months cooped up at home. So she practically makes a beeline for Blake when she spots her across the room, anxious to be in the presence of someone that she knows she can trust and honestly, she misses Blake. Things have been so crazy lately they haven’t seen much of each other, and Rowan is more than thrilled to see her there. “You look hot,” she greets her with a smile, nudging her shoulder gently with her own. “I saw someone makin’ eyes and hittin’ on Wes not long ago, so I accidentally dumped my drink down her back. So, you know, you’re welcome.” 

[rothane]

closed for @lucianharmon​

setting: the club house

You would think by now Rowan would learn to spot Lucian Harmon in a crowd. It’s not like he blends in, exactly, considering his height but somehow she’d managed to miss him until she runs smack into him. At first she doesn’t realize it’s him that her shoulder clips, the water in the glass she’s holding spilling over the rim to land on her open toed shoes making her cringe. “Oh, ew. Fuck. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Didn’t realize someone was ---” and then she looks up and realizes who she had run into. Her gaze flickers between him and the hallway leading to the dorm rooms beside them, unsure if he had even come from that way or not. “You weren’t cryin’ in there, were you?”