#scnguineous

[fcllonchrming]

location ⤐ frank’s bar.

she’s enjoying her third cuba libre as she lets brown orbs look around the bar; it had become her place of comfort. Liquor had never truly been her poison, but it seemed that this is where she ended up most nights. Her ears perk up as she hears the conversation of the man just a few seats away from her. rose petals etched into a small smile . ❛Bitter much? ❜ she asks, her head tilted sideways as she looks at the man in front of her. She inquired, the small smile on her petals, now turned into a full grin.  ❛ You sound like you are in dire need of a massage. I can feel the tension from here. ❜ she muses towards him, her smile never dropping, even as she takes a sip of the remainder of her Cuba Libre. ❛ Thankfully, I own the salon, so if you ever want to release some tension, you’re more than welcome to pass by ---- better yet, it will be on the house. You won't get a better offer, my darling. ❜

feat. @scnguineous​​

[davestoll]

CLOSED STARTER: @scnguineous​​ LOCATION: the streets ...

As usual, David was completely sucked into his phone screen. The new emails coming in at a constant rate were serving as a distraction to his responding to one email, nevermind the fact that he was also walking down a busy New York sidewalk at rush hour. It was inevitable that he would mess something up in his multitasking, and unfortunately, his misstep came in the form of knocking straight into someone while his eyes were on his phone.

“You alright?” It was a half-hearted apology, his eyes still on his phone, but he did glance around to make sure neither of them had dropped anything. As he was looking, his phone began to ring. He looked at the screen with a groan, deciding to ignore the call to deal with the matter at hand. It was then that he noticed how intense the man’s eyes were – so striking, almost threatening, that he squared his shoulders without realizing it. “Been walking around with my head up my ass,” he said with a chuckle, holding up his phone. Well-dressed, perfect posture, stone cold face – something about this man seemed off. “Sorry – have I met you before?”