#evren 01

[samirkotecha]

set: june 25th, evening location: york road station availability: closed | @evrensadik​

His hand extended to her, handing over the drink he'd picked up at the bar. Samir took a small sip from his wine glass, letting the flavors of the shiraz he'd ordered. The ball made him nervous, which was why he opted to stick close to those he cared about. Not that he was typically the mingling type to start with, he couldn't help but avoid it more after their history with the other gangs. Luckily Evren always seemed to be willing to humor his company and he enjoyed hers more than most in return.

"Does this all feel strange to you?" He asked, voice hushed and eyes darting around the room. "I mean last time they got us together we watched…" he let the sentence trail off there. There was no need to say aloud what they witnessed the night of Mortem. It had been months and the images of the three tied up on screen while they met their fate was still burned into his brain. Who was to say a similar trap wouldn't be set at the ball? All of them masked, with only some being able to be identified through their shroud. He searched the room for the Wardens, checking to see if they were still in tact. Then Domenico, who was thankfully easy to spot among the crowd. 

"Are you having fun at least?" It seemed to be something more up her alley than his. Which was why he'd gone to her for help picking out an outfit. If he'd been left to his own devices, he would have been in trousers and a t-shirt with a cheap plain black mask found at some party store. Thanks to Evren, he blended in with the other partygoers and didn't end up embarrassing himself, or misrepresenting War. Sam lifted the glass to his lips for another sip. "Also why do they always insist on making everything so dark and ominous?" He asked, squinting through the dim candle light. "It's kind of depressing." A far contrast to the bright lights of Four Quarters, where they brought Liam out earlier in the month. He wished they were back there. Playing games. laughing, and knocking back pints. 

[milo-pierce]

set: november 13th, 2020 - flashback location: pest nightclub availability: closed | @evrensadik​

Thump, thump, thump. The steady beat of the music reverberates in Milo’s chest as he makes his way down the stairs of Pest and into the crowd of club goers. He nodded to one of the security when he moved a couple rowdy patrons out of the way so Milo could pass through freely. Straight to the bar, where he could get a drink to wash away the jet lag from an early morning flight back to London from Colombia. The meeting went well, something to celebrate, but all Milo could think about was the next step and what other things he could be working on to improve the product or grow distribution. 

He ordered his gin and tonic, then made his way off to the side of the dance floor to watch the crowd. Dark blue eyes scanned while he sipped at the smooth taste of Hendrick’s and tonic, his eyes fixed on a woman not far away, seated alone. Milo couldn’t seem to place her. He knew she wasn’t Pestilence, unless there was a new recruit he hadn’t heard about. Unlikely but possible. After a few moments when no one came to join her, he decided he would. 

“Mind if I sit?” He asked, taking the spot anyways- if she asked him to leave he would oblige. His hand raised to a passing server and a finger tapped the glass nearly empty in front of him. Milo turned his attention back to the woman. “So, what’s a gorgeous lady like you doing sitting alone on a Friday night?”