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The hotel room, singular, that the department had put Connor and Andi up in was small, with dim lighting and the type of bed spread that belonged in the 80′s. Connor supposed that department couldn’t exactly put them up in luxury lodgings, lest they look suspicious. Connor wandered in and looked back, holding the door open for Andi with a grin. Hell yeah, he still had it. The department still called him an asset and that was fine with him. “Okay, hear me out...” He started. The pair had worked three cases now, well Andi did the smart stuff and the investigative things and Connor just tried to be good to scared people and got to make shit fly around with his mind. Andi obviously hated him, but he definitely didn’t hate Andi. She was definitely a hard ass, but in the coolest way. “So, you get the big bed, AND I’ll even give you one of my pillows, your pick so I don’t just give you the most flat one, IF you let me have control of the TV.” @partyforonewriting​

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Augie was only on this boat because it was a free holiday and he would’ve been excommunicated if he decided to skip his cousin’s wedding. Hanging out with his family wasn’t bad, it was just that weddings were pointless exercises in monogamy that inevitably ended in unhappiness. But he was going to smile and congratulate his cousin and find someone cute to flirt with away from his family’s prying eyes until the wedding started. His parents and older brother had found their way to the pool, but he was on one of the upper decks, sitting at the bar, his eyes searching the room. A fling on a cruise ship sounded perfect. 

It didn’t take long for someone to catch his eye. Sitting on the other side of the bar was a guy who gave off an energy that was far more dignified than his own. Their gazes met and Augie took that as an opportunity to move over to him. He sat beside the man and smiled, “Wanna buy me a drink?”

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Dominic had not entirely prepared himself for this reality tv life. He guessed he should’ve known that reality tv was all entirely produced but he had been an optimist going into the process. The producers had the control over how dates happened, who was going to leave and who was going to stay and he had to just try and be romantic with a whole crew of people around him. The crew weren’t at fault for that, they were just doing their jobs. In fact, he had gotten along with most of the crew while he had been sequestered from the rest of society.

Well, most of the crew. There was one that had mostly kept her walls up. Dom stood in wardrobe while she measured him for a suit that was probably going to be too stylish for him. He glanced over to her with a smile, “Hey, Hazel? You know you can just call me Dom, right?” He said softly, trying to stay as still as he could so he didn’t cause any issues. She probably didn’t want to hear him. He would bet money that the people who usually graced the wardrobe weren’t exactly humble and kind. “I just figured that if we’re going to be this close to each other every day, we can drop the formalities.”

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The workshop room was uncharacteristically quiet. It wasn’t that engineering students weren’t dedicated. It was more that they had a reputation for being raucous. It was a rare moment of quiet for Drew and he knew it wasn’t going to last long before one of them had a billion questions and another would call one of them a loser and the whole room would break out in chaos. He wasn’t going to say he had set a task that would foster silence, but he wasn’t not going to say that. He leaned against the desk at the front of the room, waiting for something to break the silence. What he hadn’t expected is for a soft knock at the door. A few students looked up and Drew smiled as one asked if he had ordered food. “Would I do that? Me, a responsible teacher ordering food just to tease the students? No!” Of course, he had done it before so the sarcasm was strong as he opened the door. He was glad that most of the students weren’t looking because he felt like he had embarrassed himself in front of this gorgeous woman that he had a bit of a crush on. “Oh... I was just joking with the student.” He looked over the class and saw Benji trying not to look up at his sister? Or aunt? Or definitely not girlfriend, given his embarrassment whenever she came to the college. He didn’t know her name, but that was just because he tended not to pry into the personal lives of his students. He realised that he was blocking her path and the humiliation grew further. “Sorry, I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than just stand here waiting for me to move so... yeah.” He stepped out of the way, praying that his inability to process this stupid crush wasn’t going to derail the class.

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Rory had considered just leaving London alone. She “knew” him, but like she knew most people in the class, first names, maybe knowing their style of answering questions, but not really much else. Most of her friends were taking different classes and she found herself getting bored in the moments where she didn’t have them to talk to. She had always been upfront, even when it didn’t end well, and this was going to be no exception.

Rory made a point of looking for him as she entered the class. She smiled as she sat beside him pulled out her phone, looking down at it. “Hey, dude. Did you know your tinder profile is pretty cool? I learned so much. Like you’re hiding a hella fine bod underneath all the clothes and also that you’re a kinky motherfucker!” She spoke with genuine enthusiasm. She didn’t want to think she was trying to be a dick. She was just genuinely impressed that the quiet dude in class was into some kinky shit. “So, what are you into? I want to know everything.” @partyforonewriting

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Parker needed to leave. He’d done everything right, paid for the hotel room in cash, used another fake name, tried to keep his head down. They still found him, assholes who had a vendetta against him, or at least those who were like him. He’d been caught by them once and had the scar to prove it. Apparently they wanted to kill anyone who could jump because they were a ‘menace to society’. Well, they were a menace to him. He heard the knock at the door and started getting his things. He didn’t have much but anything left would give them something else they could use to track him.

Another knock. Fuck. They wouldn’t be polite much longer. He sighed, making sure that he had anything that would give anything away. There were houses around, he could just hide momentarily in one of those. He took a deep breath in, hearing the door fling open and feeling something hit his side just as he disappeared. Jumping was weird. It didn’t hurt, but it was like having a millisecond of calm before crashing into the ground. He felt his feet hit the ground and opened his eyes, noticing the carpeted floor, the cushioned couch, a tv and someone looking at him. Shit. “Please don’t scream.” He said softly, trying to ease the situation. He looked down and noticed blood staining his shirt. Whatever had hit him must’ve been sharp. It would be fine, but he was feeling a little woozy. That did not bode well for his capacity to jump somewhere else. “I just need to hide for a few minutes and then I’ll be gone.” @partyforonewriting

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It was just another day for Sebastian. He was sitting in his office with a man who was relying on the comfort of a hot young thing who could be his daughter or his wife, he didn’t give a shit which. Some rich guy in the public eye saying something that all the tabloids picked up on and his company’s stocks were falling. He had heard it all before. He looked up at the man who’s cold corporate facade had devolved into panic. How predictable, a seemingly powerful person showing weakness when they had created the mess they were in. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to apologise,” Seb saw the man open his mouth to argue and he put a hand up to silence him, “I don’t care if you don’t feel remorse for not having the common sense to wait until you were out of the interview room to start talking about whatever plague you think poor people are causing. You’re going to say that you’re sorry that people were offended and donate a sum to a charity for the homeless while you’re at, nothing big, I’m sure you have a spare $100,00 laying around. If that doesn’t get the press off your backs and turn you into a saint, then clearly you’ve got more that you’re hiding.”

Seb flicked through the information that his assistants had found on Victor Florence and his hotel empire. There were pictures from articles showing his ‘happy’ family. Sure, happy. That was obviously bullshit. Two daughters, a wife who was probably nothing more than a trophy. He glanced up and looked at the girl by Victor’s side. Ah, daughter, it was. She was definitely cute and he was sure she had a smile that would make any journalist love her. He smiled her way, “Amari, I’m guessing? You don’t strike me as a Gianna. You’re going to need to be there. Maybe have a day volunteering at a shelter to double down on the saint thing. You’re going to need to smile and talk about how Daddy dearest is a kind soul who has made a mistake and you’ve seen how much he regrets it. I’m sure you’ll be great at that.”

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Finn was usually a homebody. He would rather sit on his couch and read with his cat, than spend a night out clubbing. Maybe if he were younger he would’ve enjoyed it, but he’d grown out of it and just preferred the quiet life. Still, Melissa wanted to go have a drink at some bar, probably a ploy to get him to actually do something other than work and cuddle his cat. He wasn’t about to say no to his best friend, so he agreed to meet her at the bar.

 As usual, he was early, unfashionably so. He looked around the bar, searching for Mel, but she was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t surprising, Finn was a solid fifteen minutes early. He wandered up to the bar, ordering a beer to keep him company as he waited. It didn’t take long before someone approached him, a smiling red-head who seemed to have taken a liking to him. If Mel had been around he would’ve politely declined the conversation, but she wasn’t around and the woman seemed lovely so he turned to her with a smile. “I saw you all alone and thought you might like some company.” She said, leaning against the bar. He shrugged before taking a sip of his drink,“Being alone isn’t so bad... but I won’t say no to some company.”