#rafe01

[mireyamontoya-blog1]

The fallen wallet wouldn’t have caught Mira’s attention first, unless it had been in her path, right in front of her. Which it was. And so she looked at the thing for a good minute before picking up, not really sure why; it wasn’t like Mira liked interacting with screaming strangers anyway. And sure enough, she saw the person it belonged to coming back. Maybe. “Hey man, this yours? If not, just do me a solid and take it to the police station or something.” She hadn’t opened it, didn’t feel right to riffle through a stranger’s belongings, regardless. @mcntoya

[sloanehollisanand]

“Thought I’d find you in here. Don’t ask me how I know, but I’m just attuned to your general vibe of the post apocalyptic hermit look you’ve got going on.” Was it illegal for Sloane to be here in the security room? Definitely. Was it also illegal for her to swipe two expensive bottles of alcohol from the bar, and just leave a thousand dollar note on the shelf? Maybe. But, she liked the chase, and Rafe was really fun sport. “Do you have glasses here, or do we just drink from the same bottle, babe?” @mcntoya

[opheliastjames]

Smoking was a bad habit, something she had known since she was in grade school. But in her line of work, there were worse habits to pick. Besides, she was bored at the door, sitting pretty and minding her own business in the case that Dante, on the other side, needed something from her. Ophelia didn’t daydream, but she let her mind drift along with the cacophony she could hear, albeit dull and so far away from her. Maybe she’d actually spend some time at the casino. She was sitting back faced towards the stairs that led to this less than clandestine floor, and the footsteps didn’t quite phase her, but that voice sure did. “I didn’t know this was a no-smoking floor. Thought everyone in the club did it.” @mcntoya

[liamskim]

The casino. The one place that Liam had visited too many times, especially for a man who didn’t believe in gambling. A year of careful surveillance hadn’t given him all the information he had been hoping for. But, he knew things now. Like the people he suspected of being part of the Delphine’s sick little organisation, like that sulking gentleman near one of the doors in the casino. Security. The man could scoff. A casual saunter in the man’s direction and Liam looked at him, like another drunk off his rocker patron at this place. “Man, what do they make you guys of, huh? I didn’t think I was a gambler, but ooh every night, these pockets get a little lighter.” @mcntoya

[gabebautista]

“So let me get this straight; he said that to you?” After a long day, there was nothing Gabe found more refreshing than kicking back at the same bar that employed him. It wasn’t the lack of bars that was the problem, but the ambience sure as heck did matter to him. Besides, Rafe’s day seemed to have been more fun-filled than his day shift, and he was a curious guy. “For real though, what’s with these rich boys thinking they can get all tough and beat a mugger in the face?” @mcntoya

[romanfisherbrooks]

“Hey man, thanks so much for coming. Uhh, I knocked like one of them out with a saucepan but I’m pretty sure more are on their way.” Roman was good at this. He never had any problems delivering; he was good looking, and he talked the talk while walking the walk. Things like shootouts over his goods? Never happened. “The thing’s in the kitchen...” The gun in the other guy’s hand was scary, much scarier than Charlie’s taser. @mcntoya