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[yashicanandarchive]

Business Plans || Yash&Luke

        Yashica’s old laptop sat in front of her at one of the empty booths in Supernatural’s, a group of dancers were on the stage but the club had yet to open and rather than practicing numbers they were doing their daily yoga session. It had been a staple of the club since before she’d got hired, implemented by the old owners mother. It always seemed like a good group bonding experience but today it seemed like potentially the men, women and nonbinary dancers could be a bit distracting with their downward facing dogs to her occasional business partner.

        “I was thinking if maybe you had a big fight coming up we could really hype it up, get people crazy excited about these two champs going head to head, and then have some kind of after party here,” she stated since the establishments were close enough together people only needed to walk a short distance. “We could even have the dancers in like fight themed outfits and you know fight songs they dance too. Eye of the Tiger and stuff,” Yash mused, looking over some of the notes she’d written down the night before.

           Luke was, admittedly, intimidating, not because he was a vampire, her brother was a vampire and he was a big softy, but rather because of the sort of imposing presence he had as a man who owned a business in which people beat the living crap out of each other. Yash certainly wasn’t the obvious sort of owner for a strip club, at least not in this day and age, but she figured she displayed the sort of temperament for people doing something as playful as dancing could be. “I’m open to ideas, too,” Yashica offered before she got ahead of herself.

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[matthewbaudelaire]

Give me a list of the top 5 hottest people in the city.

“This is going to come back and bite me in the ass one day but okay. I’m not saying who is hotter than who, they’re all hot so just because I said one name first doesn’t mean they’re hotter than the person after them. Make sense? Alright. Ryden, Max, Mariah, Luke and Rosalia.”

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[matthewbaudelaire]

Place: The Cage Who: @lessco

The Cage always smelled like a mixture of blood and sweat after a good night of fighting, the accumulation of bodies fitted together into a confined space, all warm and pressing close together like a concert while they cheered on their favorite fighter of the night, tensions and energies high as some of them put all their stakes into these types of events and had the potential to either lose a lot or gain thousands. Matthew had been familiar enough with the fighters and their styles to pretty much know at this point or at least have a keen guess on who would win against whom but he never placed any bets himself, he just took them for others. It was always hard to look in the face of someone who just lost what they needed to get by comfortably for the next two weeks but that wasn’t his problem he reminded himself. It wasn’t his problem. 

He sat on one of those metal fold out chairs, another one situated directly in front of himself using it as a makeshift table as he counted out the crumpled bills that had come from wallets and then back pockets and then further down into the reaches of their personal saving, dug out from desperation to try and reclaim what they’d lost on earlier bets gone wrong. It would be easier if they had some kind of card reading system but a lot of this money wasn’t strictly legal so less of a digital footprint was better. The music had long stopped playing, so loud at times he had to wear those silly gummy little ear plugs to protect his human hearing from declining. He swore it was already going to shit from one too many times of being hit over the head. 

He just wrapped up the count and started to shove the bills, flattened and smoothed to the best of his ability, into the brown paper envelope for the bank when the lights overhead suddenly went out. “I’m still in here, dick,” Matthew said into the darkness, his eyes not adjusted to the sudden absence of light so he didn’t move and stared blankly ahead of him, useless to glance around frantically when he already couldn’t see and that action wouldn’t help, instead he focused on his hearing, training his ears to try and pick up any sort of sound but if someone supernatural was planning on sneaking up on him they’d be able to do it with ease. “Not all of us can see in the dark. Turn the lights back on.”

[matthewbaudelaire]

Think he is too busy breaking Max

“Can’t blame me for at least being interested.” 

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