#ft. ?

[brvisedmorality]

@diavoloi​

if he looked pleased with the flashing lights around them, it was easy to put two and two together. after all, his loyalty had one been going steady with the pigs that enjoyed flipping them on at any time. so dramatic, officer. this was more personal vendetta than anything, though. amusement edged lips upwards, head on swivel, as shoulders rolled to the beat of a song no one else was actually privy to. damn, karma was a bitch. standing there, he didn’t have to say anything, instead he waited - because in this situation, there was nothing left to do, nothing other than to come to him. annoyingly enough, that’s exactly what he wanted. check, mate. 

[malicieuses]

One would think that a job at the library would be painfully boring. One would also be wrong about that small, deluded little fact. Her day to day life was anything but, between difficult college students, hoardes of unruly children in for a makeshift field trip, and even the occasionally reckless do it your self mom, there was never dull moment. Regardless, she was tired, evident in the way that exhausted sigh pushed passed her lips at the sound of the door opening and closing.

She’d forgotten to lock it when the clock struck closing time, and now she was going to have to explain that to some stranger. A moment, a pause taken, glasses pushed up the bridge of her nose until she was prepared to face to so called music. Big brown eyes shifted up, only to widen in surprise at the familiar face standing in front of her desk.

“You...” A pause for composure, trying to shake the shock from her voice. “Not who I expected, but were closed.”

@personalhells

[malicieuses]

He has played this game so many times he can’t even kept count anymore. If you venture far enough out onto a limb, you could even say that it was one of his favorites. Harmless flirting was all a part of the job, except that most days it was intended to go hand in hand with customer service. A constant need to do something different was probably the reason he’d started to turn attention to his coworker, the very same one that was there because they were the bosses kid. That, that was where it had gotten complicated.

Remington West was hardly one for rules, and usually he would have jumped at the chance to break every single one of them. This was his income though, he’d weaseled his way into the job to begin with and for some reason, he didn’t want to lose it. So, he skirted the line, which was particularly thin as the bar was emptied out, leaving just the two of them to put the finishing touches on closing.

“I will give youuuuuuu...five whole, American dollars if you’ll wash the rest of the dishes. If that’s not enough, I’m willing to bargain..”

@personalhells

/&& STARTER CALL. 

[malicieuses]

Perhaps it was childish, holding onto some kind of teenage longing that was somehow still so fresh in his mind. Much like most of his scars, this one came with a story he didn’t speak. Instead, he’d suffered the childish heartbreak in silence, well...silence right up until he’d somehow been shackled into being their date for the wedding. Last he checked, there was a boyfriend somewhere, and the irony in that was not lost on him.

“Did you lose all your good taste after you turned sixteen, or do you enjoy attending celebrations of loveeee and commitment on your own?” The question was poised with enough sarcasm to soften the blow, and there was a certain charm in the grin that easily appeared on unshaven features. “I’m told weddings are the best time for hook ups, so I mean..I get it.”

@astridiiisms

/&& STARTER CALL.

[malicieuses]

@kxngamongmen liked this for a starter.

"You know how much that shit costs?" Most people expected a more eloquent answer, or nothing at all, when ordering overpriced booze at the bar. After all, most bartenders would happily run up the bill, it was a shot at a better tip. Thankfully for both of them, he wasn't most people. There was a moment, a pause, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up for a moment, hair falling into his face as that trademark worthy grin crooked the corner of his mouth, always the damned right side. "Especially for the fact that it still gives you one hell of a headache, the taste never seemed worth it to me."

[malicieuses]

@svperscnic liked this for a starter.

"Don't you think it's a little overrated?" She was standing in the kitchen at some party her friends had invited her to, the invitation was more of a demand, so to speak. Mostly, because socialization wasn't exactly her strong suit. This much was obvious, probably by the words that left her mouth next, or the way that her lips pursed together. "The scream mask, the oh please daddy don't use the knife...it's a tired cliche, just say you have a mask kink and move the fuck on already." She continued, eyes rolling as if she was truly tired, but truth be told, she may have been projecting, just a hint.

[malicieuses]

@tearthighs liked this for a starter.

She had been watching them clean the floor for the better part of thirty minutes, casually sat in the chair across the room, barely typing or bothering to hide the fact that she was, in fact, watching. However, patience was a virtue that was not wasted on her, at least not right now. So she waited, until they'd gotten to the part that required them to actually be on the floor, up close and personal, before mouth opened. "Come here." Said like she wasn't really paying attention, even though there was absolutely nowhere else in the world she'd rather be looking than directly at the one in front of her.