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badgalsy:

It was like she could smell the trouble on him. The way he looked at her, not with just desire but with a deep hunger– like he was starving. Most girls would have run, she should have run, but his suave demeanor made her wish that his lips would explore her body with the same voracious tenacity that his eyes had. She had seen the look before, a look that had excited her like the stomach turning drop of a roller coaster, on the faces of her exes who had spent their time in and out of the prison. Back when her type was the boys who fought to represent their block. Symone was brought up to see it as loyalty, not a red flag. Even if it was just for the night, although if it was good she would be hungry for more nights, always selfish, Symone was ready to let down her guard. After all, every man fucked better right out of the joint. She bit the inside of her lip, stepping closer to place her hand on his chest as he talked over the music, using the opportunity to get a feel for him. “I like dark rum, and buying my own drinks.”

His teeth sank into his lip as he looked her over slowly once more, her outfit doing little to make his imagination have to do much work to picture her out of her clothes. With his free hand he found himself grasping at his groin confidently, something every man did without noticing, which is why he didn’t think about it as he stepped closer to her. “ Well I was just asking cause I’m nice like that.” He smirked, talking so she could hear. “ You can have whatever you want, but I’m buyin’ your drinks now.” He told her with confidence and a hand on her lower back. “ What do they call you?” He asked, rather than asking what her name was. He knew that whatever was on her birth certificate wasn’t who she was.

#Chat #Symone

odxttec:

Odette frowned as he jumped a little. Did she scare him? She never really thought she’d be so scary someone would jump away from her. Although now looking at him, she reasoned that it had to be something else. He looked fairly forboding and there was no way that she could have scared him. ‘Hm?” Her eyebrows raised up on her forehead. “I don’t really feel like eating it anymore, going all scary professor when you don’t really want to can do that.” Furrowing her brows, she pursed her lips in surprised amusement. “No, cause not.” Eyes flickering down to her wrist as he pushed it back, she frowned. “Ah well, it’ll find a home in someone’s belly eventually.”

In all his life, taking something from strangers for nothing in return was never a good thing. Though the lady seemed harmless, his obvious mistrust for everyone would never allow him to think that anyone, even a baby, was harmless. “ So you spend your money on somethin’ and then you just give it away? “ He asked, wondering why she wouldn’t just keep it for another time.” No offense, miss lady, but I ain’t know you like that. I aint tryna end up in the sunken place or some shit. You best just put that in the fridge till you wanna eat it again. If you’re a teacher here and you go around tryna give people your candy you might get fired if that shit gets back to your boss.”

#Chat #Odette

ardenhampton:

Arden watched the man settle into the stool and began to speak, watching his movements before she turned her attention back to his face. He didn’t unsettle her, he just wasn’t like any of her other regulars. The majority of people who came into the shop looked like they were thrown up by an H&M, whereas he doesn’t fit the similar build. Arden always enjoyed seeing a fresh face, though, even if his initial introduction to her wasn’t the kindest. Or maybe that was just his way of being kind - practically being a hermit in high school, and even now as she lived in Vegas, made it hard for Arden to read people she didn’t live with. “Yeah, we have bagels,” She nodded, “Whole wheat, white, or blueberry?” Stepping aside, Arden grabbed a cup and filled it with water; she wasn’t sure whether he needed a lid or not, as he didn’t look like he was going anywhere in the ‘hot as fuck’ world outside, so she opted to just settle the cup in front of him. He seemed like he’d be content with that.

The shiny metal container displaying napkins caught his eye, Tito pulling a few from the contraption sloppily to wipe the sweat from his face. The clanking sound it made would have draw attention of those around had the place been packed, but even then, Tito wouldn’t care. Grimacing at the mere mention of a blueberry bagel, he waved that off quickly. “ Nah, not blueberry -- white, whole, whatever you got. Just none of that lightly toasted shit -- burn the hell outta if for all I care.” He instructed before grabbing the cup and chugging it. The cool took him over rather quickly, Tito letting out a relived sigh before setting the now empty cup back down and hoping the girl would know to refill it, but she also looked like a confused teenager at their first job, so he wouldn’t put it past her if she didn’t.” Why y’all aint got no people in here?” He asked suddenly.” You got rats in the kitchen or something?” He was joking, though his serious expression said otherwise, but even if they did have some kind of infestation, he’d hardly care, having had gone through way worse.

#Chat #Arden #isn't he charming?#lol

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#food porn

nikish-sa

#☣ — aesthetic #guns tw #tw: weapons #tw: knives #tw: guns

ardenhampton:

It was just another ordinary day for Arden; leaning against the counter, she eyed her surroundings, watching the small bustle of customers who had gathered in the coffee shop awhile earlier finally clean off their tables and abandon their cups in the tub beside the door. The early afternoon was generally pretty sparse throughout the week, especially whenever there were larger coffee shop chains throughout Las Vegas that might’ve had better prices - but definitely not better coffee. Pushing herself up from the counter, she grabbed her rag and spray bottle as she made her way around the small sitting area of the shop. It was a pretty easy gig, one that she felt lucky to score due to its close proximity to her apartment and the good hours she got in the morning whenever she wasn’t working at Strobe. The money wasn’t amazing, sure, but she enjoyed the small atmosphere that allowed her a break from the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas. As the bell over the door chimed and signaled the entrance of another patron into the coffee shop, Arden tucked the rag into her apron and made her way around the counter, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear before she offered a smile to the customer. “Hi, there. What can I get you?”

If he had to be honest, he hated coffee -- just the smell of it alone made him want to gag and the taste... Even milk and sugar couldn’t mask it enough, and he loathed that whipped cream bullshit that was on every corner these days. So why was he in a coffee shop? Besides a weakness for bagels he was hoping to get out of the sun for a while, cool off in a place with an AC blasting and get something on his stomach. Inside, he removed his shades and looked around, finding the perky decor enough to make him want to throw up more than the smell. Still, he toughed it out and sat lazily on a stool, the waitress coming by with an attitude perky enough to match the interior. “ Yeah, what y’all got to eat around here?” He half grumbled, rubbing his eyes as the adjusted to the light. “ Y’all got bagels? And can I get a glass of water or somethin’? It’s hot as fuck out there.”

#Chat #Arden

There was a grimy feeling that the city lacked and Tito missed. Since he’d gotten back he had felt like everywhere he looked their were people in suits and rich tourists getting drunk in the streets without care. Sure, the place was a tourist attraction, but the city ones belongs to the people and now belonged to the industry. Tito hated that. It was hard to have a good time, hard to find his own kind, so when Tito found a few young punks playing dice between two buildings, he was happy to join them. A few games, a few open beers, and things got a little loud -- that was she she showed up. She was kind of a hottie, so Tito checked her out quickly before going back to his game, not thinking much of it until the younger men recognized her as a cop and were quickly trying to grab their cash and run. Tito, however, stood tall and proud, facing the woman much to the awe of the other men. “ There a problem? ¿Qué estás mirando? Soy guapo ¿verdad? “

@fckitsam

#Chat #Sam

Upon his lengthy incarceration, his things were confiscated and eventually lost to the system’s great care and storage of a prisoner's things, but Tito expected that bullshit the day he went in. Still, when he was finally released, the rage that ensued when his precious jacket was lost almost got him locked back up. He had worked hard for that patch, only to have some shitty undercover rookie steal it and a key of coke out of evidence to infiltrate a gang. But what could he do? He was just scum -- he had no rights to anything. It was the rage and the need for money that would have Tito in street fights to take out his aggression for all that he’d lost and to fund his trip home. Working in IHOPs or a bouncer at a club because his old contacts were dead, in jail, or changed numbers and thus were unable to help him out, It took an long time for Tito to get enough for some good clothes and a ticket to Vegas, but he knew when he went home, he wanted to look clean.

The moment he landed he almost kissed the ground, the bright lights and warm weather welcoming him home and putting a smile on his face. It was needed as he’d grow to find that so many things had changed. The last thing he thought would change was the club,but upon entry, he realized how much it had. Walking in was hard -- there was no one who knew of his legacy, a bunch of young, snot-nosed punks in the LVH patch who looked like they barely graduated middle school. They tried to step to him, but Tito was quick to put them in line, slamming a few heads and nosed into the bar and the pool table before moving to grab a photo off the wall over himself with some old members before moving to the back room to settle in while he waited for someone more important to give him a proper greeting. What he got instead was muffled shouting outside in the tone of “ what the fuck happened out here” before the door to the office swung open to reveal a face he’d not seen since she was what could be considered a little girl in spite only being a few years younger than him. “ What’s wrong, Carita? Look like you seen a ghost or somethin’.”

#Chat #Carina #tw: Drugs #tw: violence #no need to match

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“I want everything I can’t have.” - Alejandro “Tito” Delgado, 39, Sinner/Wrath

Wrath can be a tactical rage inside a person, which Tito has. Short tempered as he is, he knows when to fight and when to stay silent, even if it eats away at him to be submissive. He’s a firm believer that in due time, things work themselves out and that he only has to be calm before his storm reigns.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Alejandro “Tito” Delgado

DOB: October 13, 1978 (39)

HOMETOWN: Miami, Florida

TIME IN VEGAS: 16 years

OCCUPATION: Mechanic/ LVH Enforcer

POSITIVE TRAITS: Charming, Tactical, Calculated

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Self-Serving, Untrustworthy, Untruthful

BIOGRAPHY

Triggers: Violence, Murder

Back then, they were scene as comfortable middle class. A young nurse of Italian decent falling for a second generation Cuban businessman easy a stable love story. Alejandro Sr. would never regret taking over the small family restaurant the day Marzia walked in. Two years of courtship lead to marriage and the birth of their first Son, lovingly nicknamed Tito so not to be confused with his father. They’d rent to own a modest but comfortable home in Miami where they would raise their son and the two children that followed after. Tito went to a good school, got good grades, and seemed to stay out of trouble for his childhood.

Nothing could foreshadow what would make Tito turn dark, as his parents had done everything right, but the growing gang influence in Miami seemed to sing it’s siren song to Tito, and at the age of fourteen, Tito shifted from a clean nosed youth to a gang banger in training. There was something about the appeal that the tattooed gang members and the various beautiful women and cars they had that had Tito, who was proudly biracial and never really encountered any racism on behalf of it denouncing his Italian heritage to fit in with the strictly Latin gang. At fifteen he’d been accepted, his first tattoo making him as one of their own much to the dismay of his parents, who until that moment had no idea what their son was getting into because he hid his true motives so well.

By sixteen Tito was failing all his classes and talking of dropping out, armed and dealing for the gang, and giving his hard-working , decent parents a bad name. Marzia’s love for her son and desire for his safety kept her from giving him tough love, but for his father, he was a danger that couldn't’ be allowed under their roof and around his siblings. When given the ultimatum, Tito chose the gang.

Without regret, Tito dropped out of school, leaving both his family and his education behind as he became a full time member of the gang, enjoying the spoils that came with it. The shoot outs and danger that accompanied were a mild side effect that didn’t bother Tito much, the first blood on his hands coming at seventeen and Tito finding himself surprisingly able to live with it. It was just another guy like him with no family who chose this life, after all. The same thing would happen to him one day, so he decided to live life to the fullest and not dwell on anything he’d done. That worked well for him in the next few years.

Time passed and Tito moved up the ranked remarkably quick, going from expendable thug to having his own little game to be in charge of. Everyone liked him, woman wanted him, lower levels respected him, and his peers trusted him. A few even inflated his already large ego into thinking he could rise even higher if he played his cards right. Tito agreed, but didn’t want to wait. Thinking he was smarter than his boss, he began skimming money off the top and running his own show on the side. It worked until it didn’t, not being able to grow without reaching the ears of those higher up. Tito, in all his scheming, didn’t have the trusted manpower to compare to the gang, and though he made it out of a shoot out alive, he was made an example of in that moment and fled that very night leaving everything he had build behind, never to return to Florida.

Paranoia would set in as he knew the gang spread further than just Miami, and that he was now a loan wolf with a target on his back. no matter how far he’d go, he would never really feel safe without a crew to protect him. It was luck that had the young man in the right place at the right time when he landed in Las Vegas for a while. Always being strapped for his protection, Tito was able to pull his gun on a small group of men who had one older man cornered. Though he thought it was just some helpless only man, Tito would soon come to learn that the man he saved was a valued member of the local motorcycle club who would show their gratitude but allowing Tito to become a prospect. He did his time and after his year was up, Tito stood as a proud member of the LVH at twenty-four. As a young member, he knew he had to pull his weight but was happy to do so for the sake of having a crew again. Tito would do what he did best and slowly work up the ranks again until he had enough of a stable place.

The club’s less-than noble deeds were no secret to the people around Las Vegas, and though it was nothing new to him, he was happy to accept the tasks given because of his experience. Running drugs and arms back and forth was smooth sailing for a while, but when a new prospect got trigger happy, years of hard work went south. The prospect was shot, the police busted the drop, and Tito, not willing to give up the club, got sent away. For his loyalty he was hoping to be rewarded by having protection within the prison, but was transferred out of state to a facility where he would be ultimately alone. Still, he served his time and did what he had to do, making new friends along the way to have his back until he could get out for good behavior. It would be a while before word of the whole club going under for RICO would even reach his ears, and without the club, Tito once again had nothing.

Times served, Tito was moved to a minimum security prison before eventually being released, and without anyone to come to his aid, would have to work his way back to Las Vegas where he was quick to discover all the changed made to the club. For all his loyalty and devotion, Tito thought to return to glory and praise but found things to not be as they were. Finally, however, with the club in such a state, he decided it would be the perfect time to once again rise in rank until he was in charge.

#bio

odxttec:

“Excuse me? Look, I assure you Mr Ligald that the failing your son received on his paper lined up with the quality of his work. Yes, I understand that you are a big name in New York and sent him here to get the best education he could, but if your son doesn’t pull his weight then there is nothing I can do. This is not highschool and your son is not a child. Now, I would like it if you didn’t call me back.” With breath of frustration, she hanged up on the older man. You’d think his son was a freshman in highschool and not college, from the way his father went on. What was it with people assuming she didn’t know what she was talking about simply because she was a female and not as old as the University itself? Idiots. Her appetite thoroughly ruined by the unpleasant phone call, she turned to the nearest person and offered them the unopened chocolate bar. “Do you want this? No point in it going to waste.”

It was funny how things changed -- Tito almost didn’t recognize the city past the giant sign : Welcome to Las Vegas. Buildings changed, new businesses replaced old ones, and Tito felt like he’d been away twice as long as he actually was. Re-familiarizing himself with the city had him walking aimlessly everything to get a feel for the location once again, squinting in the son as he looked around at signs and things and not paying attention to the woman yelling on her phone new to her until she was shoving something at him that instincts from the years in prison gave him had him jumping back a bit out of her arms reach before he looked down. “ Why?” He looked at the candy bar and back to her with a curious expression. “ You lace it with some shit?” He snicked before shaking his head. “ Nah, not supposed to take candy from strangers. “ He said as he pressed two fingers to the side of her wrist and pushed her hand back to herself.

#Chat #Odette

badgalsy:

The club was loud, the dark and warm atmosphere relaxing Symone’s muscles as her hips bounced to the beat pounding in her chest, and she nursed an almost empty glass that she had spiked to be extra strong with the flask she had fastened to her upper thigh. Even though Sy made her money dancing there was something about doing it for herself, feeling herself in the club as she ran her hand down the length of her body before letting out a boisterous and excited laugh, and dropping down to twerk as the chorus hit. Feeling a pair of eyes exploring the curves of her body she perked back up, turning around to find the source. “We got problems?” She asked, her tone laced with annoyance.

Being locked up for a few years took time off his life that he deeply valued. To make up for it, Tito had spent a lot of nights in clubs as he made his way across the country back to Vegas. Nightclubs, strip clubs -- it didn’t matter so long as their were women dancing to watch. One in particular was moving like he’d never seen, Tito shamelessly watching the woman drop to the ground as he bit his lip. He was still wearing the shameless expression when she’d caught him staring, a smug grin on his face as he got a view of the full package, happy to tine her pretty in the face and the waist. “ With you moving like that? Shit, aint nobody got a problem with that.” Tito smirked as he leaned in to talk over the music. “ Que lo que, mamita? Can I buy you a drink or somethin’?”