#strcngemercy

[consultingsister-aa]

STARTER CALL // @strcngemercy

“We’re late! We were supposed to be at the restaurant fifteen minutes ago!” It’s funny that, as your kids gets older, your birthdays just become second birthdays for the kids. The house is a mess from a makeshift birthday party Molly and Wolf had thrown her, filled with party games that would only actually be fun if alcohol was involved. But the babysitter is here now, it’s Cee’s night now. She stands in front of the hall mirror, putting in her earrings and fixing her hair before looking up the stairs at her husband. “Is that what you’re wearing, really?” 

[lost-in-ivory]

@strcngemercy ღ

Alister stared at the stranger as she blew a bubble and popped it with her teeth, “What do you think you’re doing? This is my spot.” She gestured to the sidewalk in front of her under the overpass where she sat, leaning against the stone wall. “You can find customers somewhere else.”

[renegaderoots]

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Not that he had ever set foot in that bar – not in that neighbourhood, not nestled between seedy hotels whose house façades crumbled as profusely and surely as the chapped lips of feminine figures lining up down the street – but he knew he’d like it here.  Rory, unruly hair, lit cigarette dangling from his mouth corner, a feral hunger in his eyes, belonged and fit in. There was a kind of uniform solidarity in the ineluctable fact that they were all tainted, thrown-away trash. To the higher ups with ostentatious gestures. But they didn’t matter tonight. What tugged at his attention was the boredom settling in; the lack of adrenaline.  Maybe he’d strangle a hustler – or mutilate a little lady tonight, get Eoghan’s boy to sort out the mess later?

Letting his look swivel back and forth, his eyes settled on somebody, and he turned slowly to face him, watching intently for a moment longer until he waded through the masses. Rory pulled out his card deck once the music had changed to something mellower, leaned across the table and held them close enough to the laddie for him to notice.

“Pick one.”

[toprovokemoved]

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        “nox, babe, when we dropping our mixtape?  i need cash, we gotta make it big quick.”

[consultingsister-aa]

𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. Let them take it all away, the sweet Rosé, the Cartier, to stop the warden call your name, I'd give you all my freedom babe.                                                                                                               // @strcngemercy

[consultingsister-aa]

Celia was, one hundred percent, going to be one of those mothers who always had something educational and creative for her kids to do; only fed them organic stuff and limited TV time, if allowed any. She was going to be that mother, until she actually had to start raising small humans. Turns out? Really boring. After a Mcdonalds tea, she’s plonked them down in front of a christmas film about a cartoon cat, with their iPads, and is stretched out on the sofa, her own phone inches from her nose. Not taking her eyes off Instagram, she reaches out a hand to Nox in greeting. “I’m having a baby.” Pause. “No, sorry, I should clarify. I am not pregnant, however I’ve decided I’m having one with or without you. I’ll just tell you it was accident, it worked with the first two.” You married her Nox, your choice. 

SURPRISE ATTACK ... @strcngemercy

[consultingsister-aa]

Four tequila shots, some rum punch and three long vodkas in, Cecelia has positioned herself safely on the floor, surrounded by a small group of boys. She seemed to be in the middle of an animated story, and her costume of a 1920′s zombie only added to the hilarity of the situation. Stopping mid sentence, she greeted with a grin that was all teeth, raising a hand to either pull herself up or pull him down. “Husband! Birthday boy! Sit, sit!” 

starter call ... @strcngemercy

[sacrillegea]

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Her head  pounds with the  beat of the music,  each hit perfectly  in tempo. Maybe  she’s getting  too old for this, the dizzying lights,  so brightly  colored paired  with  the  deafening house music  &  overfilled crowd.  Maybe it was the hangover  from the  night before  still looming over;  a  sign  that  perhaps this over partying was getting to be too much.

❝--How the fuck do I get outta here?❞