#seth 001.

[andythane]

-- SETH CARTER. 

@scthcartcr​

Prospects are always interesting topic for MC leadership -- Andy finds it goes one of two ways with them: They make a scene, or they coast along until it’s time to vote. He’s seen it plenty of times before; Ryder made a scene, Finn as well -- Whereas Anika’s coasts by, along with a couple of other Prospects he forgets the names of. Both things aren’t necessarily good or bad -- Just a matter of if they stick out to Andy. And unfortunately, Genevieve Chenier was being remembered for something less than ideal. He didn’t want to hold something like a past relationship against her, but Jeremiah is his brother -- And he’s pull all the stops he needs to make sure his family is okay, that his brother doesn’t drink himself stupid every night because the woman he loved is now at his doorstep. When it comes to his family, Andy wasn’t above trying to bend the odds to his favor, especially if it kept Jeremiah from reliving the same heartache over and over. 

His afternoon is spent in the clubhouse after a meeting that had been filled with the usual housekeeping that comes with a new year -- Making sure the books are right, that their ‘clients’ are in order and that no one got too drunk on New Years and blabbed about something they shouldn’t have. Soon after, he finds himself in a game of pool with Seth after a couple beers. It’s nothing particularly interesting or out of the ordinary -- Mostly made up of the two trash talking each other, or anyone else that comes up.  At this point, he doesn’t bother wasting any time. “I don’t think this new Prospect’s gonna last.” He outright says, though part of him knows it’s not entirely true. Genevieve, from what he’s gathered and what he’s been told, is a spitfire. If she gets her shit together, she could easily become an invaluable piece of the club. “I got a feelin’.” He keeps it vague, taking his turn to break, before adding: “Stripes.” Once a ball goes into a corner hole. Andy moves to take another sip of his beer -- He’s taking it slow, shockingly. “Your turn, old man.”

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @scthcartcr​

Reina’s been frequenting the Primordial clubhouse more times in the past few days than she ever has in her life. With her husband being recently demoted to just a member thanks to their need to transfer home and out of Vegas, Reina’s been feeling the hit to her ego just as much as he has, and it’s just in her nature to try to keep herself in the loop. While Jason grumbles about how he should be able to take his rightful place at the head of the club and follow in his father’s footsteps, Reina prefers action over complaints and the only way to get anywhere is to put herself where the action is. If only getting herself back on top didn’t mean she had to deal with her mortal fucking enemy. “Seth Carter, as I live and breathe,” she says as she approaches the man, throwing him a smile they both know is fake. She and Seth don’t get along, that’s no secret to anyone that’s been in a 20 foot radius of them when they’ve been forced to interact in the past, but Reina loves to antagonize him. It’s a wonder they haven’t killed each other yet considering they’ve been at each other’s necks since Seth was a freshman hitting on all of her friends during her senior year of high school, but truthfully Reina thinks it’s only a matter of time until she ends up slitting his fucking throat. “You know, I drove by your little strip club the other day and it’s looking pretty shabby. Might wanna cut your losses there and sell while you can, I’m sure your hookers will be just fine without you.”