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Darien Tweedle. Barman at the Red Queen. 24. Factionless.

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hiddenthimbles‌:

“You’re an excellent guesser,” she said, chuckling a bit before her face went grim again. Wendy wasn’t sure what it was about Darien that she trusted, but it seemed to be enough. Or she was just about to lose her mind and needed someone to know why. Either way she bit her lip and nodded her head, trying to keep her tears under control. “I can s-show you….But quickly. I just….I just want to get rid of it. I need it gone and I need to know things are going to be okay and that my family will be safe and it…” She stopped herself, wiping a few stray tears away with the sleeves of her shirt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to come off this way.”

He nodded slowly, brow furrowing deeper with worry the more nervous she got. And then she was crying? Darien had no idea what she’d gotten into or was forced into but it clearly wasn’t anything goo. “Okay,” he said, voice soft. “Whatever it is I can help you get rid of it. You don’t have to do this alone, Wendy.” He hesitantly reached and put a hand on hers as she wiped away tears. “You’re alright, Wendy. You don’t need to apologize to me.”

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charlescheshire‌:

Charles looked up to see Darien against the wall. “Ha, I can’t believe it’s actually you, Darien.” He was credulous of his lack of luck. ‘Out of all people..’ The thought pass by his head. “I find it quite cozy, to be honest.” Cheshire adjusted himself in the most comfortable position he could. Letting his guard down wasn’t an option, but when Darien raised his voice than following by a threat, Charles saw red. “Ohh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You would need to extra- extra, dumb, for that, am I right?” Raising his eyebrows, before trying to compose himself while still whispering. “Besides, your sister wouldn’t be happy to find out that you threw me away to the lions.”

Darien gave him a wry grin. “I bet you do,” he rolled his eyes. Of course. Of course Charles would throw this right back at him. As Darien opened his mouth to say something back, he watched as the man started to walk over. “Son of a bitch,” he whispered, stepping forward to try and block Charles from view if he looked over the counter. “Can I help you with something?” he asked. The man started angrily going on about some guy, asking if he’d seen him. It almost pained him to respond. “Sorry, mate, can’t help you out there. Haven’t seen a guy like that.” Helping Charles almost felt like swallowing poison. But, the man did angrily stomp away from the counter, so that was good. Stepping back, Darien looked down at Charles. “Yeah, you’ve really pissed him off... I don’t know how you’re gonna get out of this mess,” he said, crossing his arms again.

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charlescheshire‌:

Charles was enjoying his last night from holiday break before going back to work, but unfortunately, things didn’t start as well for him this year as he planned. While having a fun time at a bar, a guy thought that he was hitting on his girlfriend. Maybe he was? Cheshire couldn’t tell. But before the other guy’s friend showed up, Charles mixed in the crowd of the place, then hiding in a cupboard, underneath the bar’s counter. Someone saw his gesture, causing him to whisper to them. “If a guy with a football shirt asks for me, tell them I left.” He giggled softly of his current state, then whispering again. “The new year just started, and I am already trapped in a closet.”

Seeing Charles dive under the bar was enough to get his interest. Part of him wanted to just walk away, but Darien really didn’t have that kind of self-control. He walked over and looked down at the man. “Y’know I think that’s a good place for you,” Darien said, leaning back against the wall, putting his foot on the sliding door to Charles’ cupboard, threatening to push it closed. He couldn’t help but smirk a bit, feeling like he was the one with a bit of power for once. Glancing around the bar, he saw the man in question. And man did he look pissed. “Oh, that one over there?” Darien raised his voice a bit. “I’d hate to have him find you in such a compromised position.” 

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hiddenthimbles‌:

Wendy had nearly fallen asleep again when Darien returned. She was so embarrassed but she whispered a thank you as she took an eager sip of the coffee presented to her. It burned a bit, but she could care less. It was enough to get her to open her eyes a little wider and feel a bit more like a person. “This is heavenly. And my favorite, actually. I must be very predictable.” She laughed lightly at her own joke. At his question she frowned again. “No I….This isn’t something anyone would want to help me with. Not if they knew what I currently possessed on me now…..I just,….I don’t want to drag anyone into this.”

Darien couldn’t help the slight grin that formed as she spoke. “You’re welcome,” he replied. “No, I don’t think you’re predictable. Just... took a wild guess. Glad you like it.” He shifted just a bit in his seat. He didn’t want to lie but it’d probably sound a lot creepier if he admitted he remembered her order. He nodded, but his brow furrowed. “What you... possess on you?” He lowered his voice. He was trying not to worry, but there was something that just felt wrong with this whole scene. “Wendy, are you sure you’re alright? You wouldn’t be dragging me into anything worse than I’ve gotten myself into. But, you don’t have to tell me; I’m not gonna make you. Just... know that you can. Or could you... could you show me?”

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princess-lottiee‌:

“Oh well good. Tis the season for givin’ and such. I’ve been doin’ a great deal of baking and I would have to send over at least three pies if you weren’t okay.” Fluffing up some of her hair she nodded. “Of course I’m alright. Takes a bit more to knock me off my heels.” With that she stuck a foot out to show them off. “Well now do I get a name for the handsome man I nearly took out?” 

He chuckled a bit. “Well, that would’ve been awfully kind of you,” he smiled. “You got people you’re baking for or is it just something you do in case you’ve gotta send a stranger an apology gift,” Darien teased slightly. He looked down to her heels. “Nice shoes. Don’t know how you get around in them; I’d be falling over even without being knocked into.” He gave her a bit of a grin. “I’m Darien,” he introduced, offering a hand to shake. “And it’s only fair that I ask for your name, too.”

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redhcarts‌:

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Tori’s hand brushed Darien’s back as she walked behind him, leaning up against the bar next to him. “Darling, would you make me a Bloody Mary? No one makes them like you do, and my head is absolutely splitting.”

He looked up from the counter he was wiping down, his head turning to follow where she went. “Yes ma’am,” Darien nodded, grabbing a glass. He started prepping the drink, glancing over to Victoria every now and again. “Rough day?” he asked, raising a brow. He hadn’t noticed much going on, but he usually didn’t get a look behind the curtain until he had moments like this or he convinced Des to tell him some things.

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hiddenthimbles‌:

Wendy gave him a tired smile. “I would love a coffee actually. Is that alright? I know you just offered but I don’t wanna be a mooch.” She yawned. “I..things are just complicated. And I’ve been dealing with some personal stuff that unfortunately has taken my sleep from me….but I’ll be good. It’ll be good.”

“Yeah, of course. It’s no trouble at all,” he said with a bit of a grin, patting her forearm lightly before getting up. “I’m gonna go grab that for you, and then you can either talk about it all or just take a nap and I’ll make sure no one wakes you.” That could’ve come across weird. He turned quickly to the counter, ordering her coffee the way he had heard her order it once, which might’ve been creepy but if she seemed too weirded out by him remembering that small detail, he could just say that she told him what she wanted just now. She seemed tired enough that he could do that? Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that. He grabbed the coffee and walked back to the table, sliding it over to her. “Here you are. So, you haven’t been sleeping? This thing that’s bothering you... is there any way I can help?”

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princess-lottiee‌:

Lottie fluffed up her hair just right, and made her jacket nice and snug as she walked over. Flipping her hair just a tad to waft the smell of her perfume in his direction. Purposely she bumped into his side. “oh! My, sweet apple pie!” She giggled. “Clumsy me as always.. I didn’t hurt ya’ did I? I mean a small think like myself couldn’t have, but it’s the sweet thing to say.” She added with a few bats of her lashes.  || @tweedledarien​

Darien was looking at his phone, just sort of standing off to the side. He looked up when someone bumped into him. He looked her over quickly. She was cute, but something felt like she was trying to force it. Not that he super minded. “Oh, it’s no big deal, I’m alright,” he said. “You’re okay, too, right?” Darien checked, giving her another quick once over.

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Big parties like this weren’t necessarily his favorite scene, but since Des had wanted to come and with all that was going on, he decided it would be best to go and keep an eye on her from afar. She probably didn’t even know he was here. Sometimes he liked parties, but going with his sister made it feel like work. Even if he chose to go with her, he knew it’d be better for both of them if he came. At least, that’s what he told himself. He was mostly hanging around the bar. Darien looked up at one point to see Victoria nearby. He was never sure how to go about running into her in public. “Hey,” he said. “I like the costume.”

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Darien Tweedle as a Greaser

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jet-samson‌:

He knew that this was his decision. All of it was on his shoulders. But damn as the days went on, it just became a heavier and heavier weight to bear. Until even the distraction of work and company of others wasn’t enough. That was how Jet found himself sitting a different bar, six drinks and 4 shots in. He had sworn that he wouldn’t go back to drinking heavily but the only person to hold him to it was gone, so what did it matter? He heard someone sit next to him and he sighed. Better to head off the concerned party before they could say anything. “Look I know this seems like a lot but I’m fine. Really. Go about your day.”

“I’ve seen worse,” he said shortly, regarding the man’s empty glasses. Darien waved the bartender over, ordering himself a double shot of whiskey. “Most people who’re fine don’t try to convince someone who’s not even said anything that they’re fine. So if you ain’t actually fine then maybe you should talk about it.” He hadn’t been paying much attention to the gossip blogs, but his sister had. And he knew from her that a lot of people were really going through it right now.

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hiddenthimbles‌:

Wendy shot up, eyes wide and alarmed, but when she saw she had just fallen asleep at the coffee shop she had decided to stop at, she felt herself relax a little bit. She hadn’t been sleeping since that note. She couldn’t sleep or be away for long since that note. Her brother was in danger….she was in danger. But she needed caffeine and there wasn’t anything in the house….

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized it was Darien who nudged her awake. “Hmm? Y-Yeah…..Yeah I’m fine. I’m sorry I…hello, Darien.”

He nodded. Darien looked her over briefly. She seemed sleep deprived, but he wasn’t really going to point that out. That... nobody wanted to hear that they looked tired. “Okay,” he said, but didn’t sound convinced. “Do... I can grab you a coffee or somethin’?” Darien offered. “And I know you say things are fine, but if there’s somethin’ you need to talk about... I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

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It’s not just the actor in front of the camera. And it’s important to have respect for all those people that work behind the camera.

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As he walked into the coffee shop, he couldn’t help but notice Wendy sitting at one of the tables, her head down. And while Darien was always happy to see her, it was odd to see her falling asleep in public like that in the middle of the day. He hesitated for a moment, before walking over, sitting in the seat across from her. “Hey, Wendy,” Darien said softly, nudging her arm. “You okay?”

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