#khalilhassan

[freddiefkncrane]

closed for @khalilhassan

location: the Wolfhound​

Some days had gone by since Freddie's heart to heart with Nathan regarding their mutual friend-turned-enemy. Freddie was no less irate, but he was thinking more clearly than he had been when he tore up his own drawing room. A pretty penny for a well-thrown tantrum, but what did he care? Better broken glass than a broken Khalil.. at least for now. While Freddie didn't disagree with his younger brother that doing away with Khalil wasn't the wise move, that didn't mean Freddie hadn't spent hours upon hours calculating what he could do within the bounds of leaving the traitorous man alive. In one of his more subdued moments, Freddie sent Khalil a text message. A clear, non-negotiable "meet me at the wolfhound. 10 pm." If Khalil had any brains, Freddie mused, he wouldn't show up. All the same, he watched the door from his favorite spot in the pub with rapt attention.

[hcnayun]

— characters: hana & khalil — setting: just down the street from lunch box — partner: @khalilhassan

The iPhone in her pocket had received 3 separate calls from an unknown number before Hana picked up. It was sheer annoyance that had driven her to do so, the want to tell the telemarketer off for harassing her but the voice on the other end stilled the yoga instructor instantly. A cold chill ran down her spine and her fury faded into thin air as she became immobile just down the way from her lunch destination. What he'd said at first hadn't registered— not while her heart set off into a race and the buzzing in her ears suddenly became so loud that everything around her had become white noise. Carefully, her dark eyes panned around the scene— looking for help. That was when she spotted Khalil, they'd made eye contact, but Hana was frozen in place as her phone slowly lowered to her side. Even her voice couldn't seem to work. She could only hope that he'd be able to read that something was very wrong.

[albietorreschef]

location: lunch box

status: closed for @khalilhassan

Despite acclimating into town for a few months now, Albie hadn’t seen Khal since the coffee spill incident at Deja Brew. Truthfully, he had only been by the coffee shop a couple of times since then, busy due to work and other commitments. The man had been a passing thought on the chef’s mind, as he entered the sandwich shop on one of his days off, pausing slightly as he caught the tall frame of Khal. “You know, I was just thinking how awful I’ve been for not getting back in touch since you saved me from humiliation a while back,” He said in greeting, walking over, closing the space between them. “How have you been, man?”

[antoniaxmoreira]

July 14th / Open Mic Night Starter for @khalilhassan

"Here to see boss lady?" Toni presumed, her eyes landing on a tall man who had become a familiar face to her at Deja Brew. As charming at the man seemed in their brief encounters, Toni couldn't shake the fact that something seemed sus about him. She just couldn't figure out what. At the very least, she knew it had something to do with her boss - who he'd visited at odd hours behind closed doors. It wasn't her business, at all, but she couldn't help the urge to know what was up between them. "She's around here somewhere.. I think."

[freddiefkncrane]

Le Cirque Nightclub; @khalilhassan​

Freddie smiled in amusement as one of the men in his party raved about getting one of the bottle service girl’s phone numbers. Dimwit. Simple pleasures for other people meant little to a man like Freddie, who’d become accustomed to getting what he wanted with the flash of an elite plastic card or a fat stack of bills. He had money to burn and a very short attention span when it came to behaving himself, so playing a bit of a prank on his friend by offering the woman a nice tip to be flirtatious with him was relatively easy to pull off. As Freddie watched the man groom himself in anticipation of the girl’s return to their table, he chuckled, commenting to a man nearby. “Should I ruin his fun tonight or tomorrow? She’s not even interested in men.” 

[freddiefkncrane]

location: The Wolfhound; closed: @khalilhassan​

Freddie had been on his best behavior for nearly a month now--if one didn’t count his ongoing rivalry with Thierry Dupont, that is. He certainly didn’t count it as that didn’t interfere with the job duties Nathan had so clearly requested him to prioritize as his business partner. He was clear-headed more days than not and more visible in front of house at the distillery. Needless to say, he was itching for a little bit of chaos. When he strolled into the downtown pub around 10 pm, he smiled not having to look far to see familiar faces. “Freddie Crane is here you ugly bastards.. hide your fucking wives,” he exclaimed, laughing as he made his way to the bar.   

[phoebeyates-archive]

○ location: skyline shopping center, 23rd december 2023 ○ status: closed for @khalilhassan

At some point, Phoebe and Jeanie decided the whole 'divide and conquer' route, needing to get their own things (in Jeanie's case) and feeling like too sour of company to help (in Phoebe's case) with the plans to meet up in a designated area after. There was not much left to do, with half the mall overrun with the vultures looking for sales, so Phoebe decided to take another lap on the quieter side, coming across a familiar face who also appeared to be avoiding the chaos. She smiled tightly at Khalil as she approached closer.

"Hey there. Bike here?" Phoebe asked in greeitng, the joke a little flat, but trying hard to not show as miserable as she felt though, if she failed at that, she hoped he merely thought it was due to the insanity surrounding them.

[freddiefkncrane]

Friday (December 22nd) - Providence Peak Memorial Charity Event @khalilhassan

Freddie was seated at a table near a doctor he’d been engaged in polite conversation with as a waiter replaced his champagne glass. The doctor wasn’t nearly as charming as he seemed to think he was, but Freddie offered a laugh at the man’s dry humor anyway. It was the holidays, after all. He was in the giving spirit. He glanced up briefly to nod in thanks to the waiter, then turned slightly to lift the flute to his lips. He spotted Khalil then, one of the very last people he’d thought about running into upon his return to Providence Peak. On instinct, he rose from the table, excusing himself from the increasingly boring conversation to approach the man. He smiled courteously as if he had not pierced Khalil's gut the last time they'd seen one another. "Khalil.. you look well."