#pierre 001.

[christosgalanis]

where: midnight rounds who: @pierremaddox & christos galanis

A low exhale escaped his lips as he casually leaned against the ropes surrounding the ring, brows narrowed as he combed through his unread messages. "Ellie keeps telling me she wants us to nab her a pyramid. Like the Egyptians have or whatever." Christos read aloud, giving a slight shake of his head. Honestly, he sometimes didn't understand how the Reserve managed to be as tight of a ship as it was given some of the -- well -- priorities their fearless leader seemed to push forward. Or, perhaps he was just bad at taking a joke; either option was plausible, really. "What the fuck does that mean? Is that code for something?"

[tomhatch]

where: pierre & tommy's place who: @pierremaddox & tommy hatch

It hadn't taken much time at all for Tommy to move in—if only because, well, he didn't really have much other than what had been stashed in his car for the better part of four months after the fire. No, what had taken the longest in this entire process was just getting him to pick a day to officially move in, harboring no sense of urgency with the amount of time he was spending at Cassio's place. That was, until the last time they'd been together, after an argument had broken out and he'd harbored no desire to see the male much less sleep in his bed. So, a date was set, and after a few hours and change, Tommy was all set and moved in with his cousin.

"So, you sure about this whole 'me not payin' you jack shit for rent' thing?" Tommy asked as they lounged on the couch, a joint held lazily between his fingers as he looked over at his cousin from the chaise. "Last thing I wanna be is a fuckin' burden. I don't mind, could even just pay, like, the water bill or somethin'. Or buy the beer."

[ardenmoore]

where: hospital who: @pierremaddox & arden moore

The stink eye she leveled on him hadn’t softened with time. If anything, it had only sharpened, though she did find some grim satisfaction in how uncomfortable he always seemed in a room with her and his ex-wife. Arden hadn’t exactly made an effort to hide the disdain she carried for Pierre since the divorce—not when she’d seen firsthand the heartbreak he’d put Zeina through even if she pretended everything was fine. And sure, he was Blair’s brother, someone Arden did care for in her own rough-edged way, but she’d never been the type to smooth things over for anyone’s sake.

“Do you really need to be here twenty-four seven?” she asked flatly, one brow arched. “Don’t you have a life?” Because as much as she respected him wanting to be present for his sister, couldn’t he hover from a distance?