#thecrenshawchronicles

[scoredandstoried]

Closed Starter: for @thecrenshawchronicles Location: Dec. 31, 2023, a little table at The Top of the Standard

"I get it. Just. Maybe a little less fires. That's all." Oz wouldn't care if he weren't the goddamn treasurer now. "Money's a thing, Seb. Budgeting. I can find you some kind of old abandoned shack to light up if you want. Test some explosives on. But nothing someone else owns... unless the higher-ups give the okay." He murmurs it all with a rum and coke held in one hand. He's smartly dressed, eyeing the room for potential passerby to mingle with. But the conversation with Seb... well it always heats up, doesn't it? "I think that's more than fair."

[bcysdontcry]

CLOSED STARTER for @thecrenshawchronicles. LOCATION / SETTING: Night of December 31st (New Year's Eve), smoke break outside of The Top of the Standard.

It took all of thirty whole fucking minutes for anxiety to creep up Silas' spine, a nauseating sensation that has him temporarily parting from his date and disappearing to go smoke a cigarette in an attempt to be as secluded as possible. It fails.

What he doesn't expect is who is stepping outside.

He looks Sebastian up and down, internally debates against making a comment, but he just can't help it when—

"Thought you'd be in prison by now, mate," he mutters around the cigarette between his lips. A low blow? Sure. One that he doesn't actually know the weight of? Most definitely.

[bcysdontcry]

CLOSED STARTER for @thecrenshawchronicles. LOCATION / SETTING: Hospital, any time.

At this point, all of the local hospitals and urgent care facilities should have Silas' photo up on the wall, framed and appropriately titled with some sort of demeaning comment. He's been turned away, yet again, told there's nothing wrong with him and that he's just drug seeking. That last one hadn't been explicitly said but it was certainly implied... and it's true. It's fucking true.

It's not his fault that his dealer is either dead or ignoring his texts, and he needs something to take the edge off lately. Whatever, he'll have his fun another way, and that apparently means boldly flirting with some poor EMT.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he says it with the start of a grin. He should really let this man get back to work and yet. "When's your shift end?"

[scoredandstoried]

( @thecrenshawchronicles )

"Listen. Before I didn't give a shit about how much stuff you burned. But now I have to care about money." Oz taps his pen on the desk of the Atheneum. He's still manager there, but now 'Treasurer' as well. The promotion had certainly felt like a way to keep him busy. Keep him from spiraling, yet again. Almost pity, maybe. But Oz knows numbers and budgets. So even if it's boring as sin, he at least can do it well. "None of the supplies in the power-plant. You gotta pick your fires, man."