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[descendantsofwar-deactivated202]

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[descendantsofwar-deactivated202]

sentence starters: quotes from my tomodachi life game, part 5.

❝ i don’t think the boat is coming… ❞

❝ don’t you worry about me. i’ll be careful out there, just like always! ❞

❝ i try to pretend i’m asleep on the train so no one tries to talk to me. ❞

❝ i’m a big fan of taking naps. the more naps per day, the better. ❞

❝ i’m finally starting to feel better. ❞

❝ i’m afraid my self-confidence is way lower than it should be… ❞

❝ you’re a puzzle master! ❞

❝ are you hungry? i bet you’re hungry. ❞

❝ it’s saturday! are you free to relax today, [name]? ❞

❝ i feel like i waste my precious time off when i sleep in on the weekend. ❞

❝ i’m happiest when i’m working by myself. people complicate things. ❞

❝ i try to act cool in front of my buddies. it’s not that hard, ha ha! ❞

❝ dream big! do it for those of us who lack the confidence to do the same… ❞

❝ i think [name] and i must have known each other in a past life… ❞

❝ i’m going to make something stylish, just you wait. ❞

❝ i can make all my own clothes now! ❞

❝ this outfit is the epitome of nowness. ❞

❝ i think i made some nice clothes. ❞

❝ this is some serious avant-garde stuff i’m working on! ❞

❝ if closing business deals is your thing, this outfit will be your secret weapon. ❞

❝ sometimes it’s best to keep it simple. ❞

❝ thanks for being so nice! please accept this token of my gratitude. ❞

❝ i love taking apart mechanical pencils and then putting them back together. ❞

❝ talking in front of crowds is overrated. and by overrated, i mean terrifying. ❞

❝ i memorized the lyrics to all the songs on my cd! want me to sing them to you? ❞

❝ i have something important to tell you. ❞

❝ no matter what i wear, i look mighty fine. ❞

❝ you’re doomed to fail — may as well hit the sack. ❞

❝ i’m crazy talented, so we’re completely unalike. ❞

❝ you’re why they say that talk is cheap. ❞

❝ hearing you rap makes it hard to stay awake. ❞

❝ i’m super cool like a fresh milkshake. ❞

❝ your goofy clothes are quite a sight. ❞

❝ i don’t get irritated very often, but today isn’t going so great. ❞

❝ i always get lost when i’m somewhere i’ve never been before. ❞

❝ i’m feeling unsure of myself… ❞

❝ i’m not hungry enough to eat this. ❞

❝ i have feelings for [name]. ❞

❝ [name] rejected me, but i’m not going to give up so easily! ❞

❝ i have to try again, or i’ll regret it. ❞

❝ what do you think? ❞

❝ that turned out horribly. ❞

❝ i’m finally ready to let go. ❞

❝ that tasted pretty weird… ❞

❝ sometimes when people try to give me advice, i just nod and pretend to listen. ❞

❝ i feel a lot calmer now. ❞

❝ this is my chance to get ahead! ❞

❝ i have a whole collection of books i borrowed but never read. ❞

❝ i feel the most awake at night, for some reason. maybe i’m part owl… ❞

❝ having close friends makes me feel stronger, like i can overcome anything! ❞

[vasilivolkov]

anikam​:

HER  EYES  WERE  BURNING  WITH  how tired she was as she stared at her laptop screen that had been flashing at her with nothing getting done. Despite the five cups of coffee she’d downed at this point, Anika still couldn’t focus, her thoughts still on the chaos of the wedding and the sleepless nights in her household that had followed. Her normal chocolate eclairs and other goodies had done nothing to make her mood better like they usually did, and the sound of approaching footsteps almost made her sigh. Almost. “You can sit here if you want. I know there isn’t much room inside, and I’m not using the other seat.”

OPEN  STARTER  :  Wildflour Bakery

-

The familiar face wasn’t unwelcome, but since the wedding, he had a rather odd habit of always checking his surrounds no matter where he was, and always sought out those who he was familiar with. Anika wasn’t any different, with Vas having spent quite a few evenings at the Emerald when she was still an employee of the club. “Oh, no greeting? Too good for us now that you’re in the medical field?” He teased, sliding easily into the seat. “Disappointing that you don’t even bother coming around for drinks and a chat anymore,” he snickered. “Forgotten about little old me?” 

[vasilivolkov]

wintergrayson​:

Winter was barely listening to Vasili until she heard four words leave his mouth. You know us Volkovs. She couldn’t help but laugh, thoughts of Elena briefly entering her mind before she pushed them away. It wasn’t the time or place to be thinking about her. There was more pressing matters to deal with than her annoying feelings for the completely wrong person. Issues like a man stood in front of her than would most likely want revenge for her helping with a plot to stab him. Issues like her loved ones, some of which she still needed to check up on. Unfortunately she couldn’t go that with Vasili blocking her path. “Sadly I was a little too tied up to see the show. I really wish I could just turn around a walk away but I kind of need to go in the exact direction you’re standing in. If you’d like to be helpful and move out of the way to let me past that would be wonderful.”

-

“You usually walk around with a knife in your hand like that?” He asked, gesturing with his free hand, the other still gripping the gun by his side, his elbow resting on the bar top. “I mean, granted I was absolutely shit faced by the time you found me at the Palooza, but I would have taken you for a gun sort of girl.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant. “But I suppose, what do I know, hm?” He raised and brow and remained firmly in his spot, glancing towards the space between himself and the doorway she needed. “I’m not stopping you, you’re welcome to make your way wherever you want. After all, that’s how you Scorpions conduct business, isn’t it? Doing whatever you want, without any regards for integrity or respect for the business?” 

[vasilivolkov]

dianaxvolkov​:

“I asked if you actually attended tonight in hopes of running into a spirited little blonde.” A paramedic if Diana recalled correctly, though she had only spoken to the girl once before in a hospital hallway. Still it had been enough to warrant teasing her cousin now that they were meant to bask in the evening’s victory. “Yes,” she dismissed the concern without hesitation, a natural impulse that served her well with anyone besides Vasili. After a sigh, she amended that statement. “No. I thought it would feel different.” Instead any triumph from tonight worked as a blanket over the gaping hole in her chest that Diana hadn’t yet managed to patch up. All of her anger, all of her vengeance, none of the release. Even with Maximilian Von Brandt’s blood painting her jumpsuit… “And you?”

-

Whatever he had expected her question to be, it certainly wasn’t that. He tried to hide his surprise, really he did, but the slight flash of terror that crossed his eyes was probably enough for his cousin to be clued in to how much her question had caused him panic and make the reasonable assumption that it was a rather touchy subject. “Spirited is definitely an accurate assessment,” he muttered under his breath and waved a hand. “Inconsequential,” he lied. “We went because it was required of us, you know that,” a small mirthless snicker. “For revenge.” His eyes slowly moved away from the coffee table housing the drinks in front of him and really looked at Diana after she spoke. The visage of the bloodied clothing wasn’t a surprise, it was that strange faraway look of hers, that seemed to be thousands of miles away. Perhaps she understood. “I thought it would feel better,” was his reply, not having the words to articulate what he was feeling. “I thought I’d be getting absolutely shit faced at the club by now, probably blowing coke off someone’s ass, but I guess spirited people have a way of getting in the way.”

[vasilivolkov]

irinapetrovax​:

Where: Isaak’s Mansion

Who: @vasilivolkov​

( post event ; a few days later )

While many had started to spiral into chaos Irina had slept peacefully, as if the events of the wedding hadn’t even occurred. Well, at least not the murder in plain view of plenty of civilians who knew nothing of what was going on behind the scenes anyways. That would be something they would have to find a way to work around, though really she wasn’t too worried about it. They always found a way to keep everything on the right track. Walking into the mansion she used to call home, and hoped she’d soon be calling home once more, she carried in a homemade cheesecake in a decorative glass. Two hands held the bottom as she made her way around the corner and into the open view of the dining room table. “Vasili! Come out of your dungeon and come here!” She yelled up to where she knew he’d be before placing the dish onto the center of the table and turning her body to face in the direction he should be coming. “We didn’t get a proper chance to celebrate, and this is the only time you should expect me to bake you anything so move your ass!”

-

The voice that carried up the stairs was not one that he hadn’t heard before, but still somewhat of a surprise. He hadn’t had the opportunity to extract any more information from Isaak about this purported engagement and its status as real or whatever it was, and he was slightly confused about the dynamics. But regardless of whatever it was, he was still rather jovial as he made his way down the stairs and into the dining room where a cake in a glass stand waited in the middle of the table. A quick cursory glance was cast around as he made his way towards Irina, the greeting of two kisses on the cheek a force of habit followed by the raised brow. “You made me....a cake? A cheesecake?” He corrected, moving towards the bar and pouring himself a generous glass of whiskey. He wasn’t used to the calm after the storm, the moment when things were slowly falling into place, and a strange feeling of emptiness now resided in his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have paid big money to see you baking in a kitchen.” 

[vasilivolkov]

petrovisms​:

STARTER 💀 open​ LOCATION: The Lone Palm

The next morning he was up bright and early to check off everything on his to-do list. There was no time to dwell on yesterday’s problems. He had to get his entire life together before his shift at The Lone Palm this evening anyways. Which, seemed to be ticking awfully closer and closer as he did everything but his list. Soon enough, the blond was behind the bar again cutting limes and preparing for the night as he waited for his first customer. His head peeking up as he heard the noise of someone entering the Viper stronghold. How exciting.

“Can I get you anything today?” He asked, painfully putting on his best customer service persona on.

-

Oddly enough, it wasn’t so much the sight of Ivan behind the bar that caused him a look of slight confusion, but it was the fact that the man was slicing limes. Trying to place Ivan Petrov and slicing limes into the same mental image and fully comprehend what he was seeing was difficult enough, but he joined the other at the bar. “I’d ask for an entire bottle of vodka but I’m not sure your bartender-client oath would allow it,” he joked, taking a seat and cleared his throat. “So, are you actually working here? Or are you free to join me for a drink or twenty?” 

[vasilivolkov]

location: isaak’s mansion time: 9:16 pm status: closed for @elenaxvolkov​

The very first thing Vasili did as they arrived on solid ground again was to light up a cigarette. He had always had a rather nasty problem with the ocean, specifically getting quite sea sick sometimes, and he had seated himself outside on the deck of the yacht, eyes trained on the dark horizon until they’d reached the shore. He was quiet the whole drive home, thoughts whirring that spun uncontrollably between every single pair of shocked eyes he’d caught at the wedding. Isabella. Ramsey. It wasn’t until he was pulling into Isaak’s garage and turning the engine off that the silence finally descended. The silence didn’t alleviate until he was beelining for the bar, two drinks in his hand and making his way towards his sister that he had noticed ducking into the grand living area.

A drink was placed down in front of her, a cigarette in his other hand. “You look like you could use a drink,” he offered, and then found himself a comfortable spot on the couch overlooking the spacious gardens. “I would say that this evening has been a success for the Volkov’s,” he tried to feel a sense of victory, he really did, but there was a looming sense of dread, knowing that too many people he cared about were about to get caught up in it all, and worst of all, terrified that Elena would see right through his bravado.

[angelliott]

♫ Come on, take my hand

and baby, won’t you walk with me? ♫

[isabella-marino]

@vasilivolkov

[vasilivolkov]

isabella-marino​:

status: closed to @vasilivolkov​​

location: cressino farm | post plot drop

The youngest Marino didn’t have the best track record when it came to walking away from conversations that were going no where. And it seemed that wouldn’t change as she stormed away from her siblings, not after shooting her sister an apologetic look and demanding her brother leave her the hell alone. Because if there was someone she couldn’t bare to look at it was the one person that had had hurt his family in the worst way possible. Loosing their father nearly broke the Marino family and the idea of loosing another to the same fate, left her wanting to empty the contents of her stomach on the lawn. Mostly it just left her feeling numb, exhausted from the hurricane of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. 

Nevertheless, as she gathered her dress in one hand and her heels in the other she took off jogging making her way around the venue in search of the driveway along the dimly lit path. Only to come to an abrupt halt when she ran straight into the chest of another. Stumbling back, she caught herself as wide green hues lifted to meet the very last set of hues she expected to run into. How was it that even after all she had witnessed including the man holding another woman at gunpoint, she didn’t want to run in the opposite direction. Perhaps it was because a small part of her subconscious knew the man had his secrets; that after all the cryptic comments Asher and a handful of others had passed about Vasili Volkov, she had to know there was something more he was involved in. However, she hadn’t expected this and it didn’t make the hurt she felt at him not having told her the truth on his own terms, any less. “You — you shouldn’t be here. Not after that.“ She breathed, taking a tentative step away from the man she thought she knew. 

-

It was all he had ever known, and it was hard to synthesise that information into a coherent thought that was palatable to someone who had no idea what it was like. He couldn’t recall a time when he hadn’t known what the life he and his family had been born into, and he wasn’t entirely sure what anything outside of it looked like anymore. Never the less, he knew that he had to find her and somehow explain everything. But not there, it was too dangerous now, with the sounds of sirens threatening at any moment to burst into the night, he knew he had to leave. He’d promised Isaak to meet at the rendezvous point, and he wasn’t going to be late, and give his brother another reason to worry. Eyes scanning the outdoor area one last time, he gave up before hurrying towards the driveway that led towards the exit path. It was the sound of footsteps on the gravel that caused him to reach into his jacket for his weapon before he realised who it was, and his hands were out to steady her.

This was not how he wanted to see her again, and in a moment, the look in her eyes confirmed what he had been dreading. He didn’t have time, Isaak’s words were ringing in his ear now, the location, the time allotment he had to be there, the knowledge that it was only getting more and more dangerous with each passing moment he stood there, but time seemed to somehow stop, and in the darkness of that particularly warm evening, all he could hear were their panted breaths slowly easing. “I know, I know, let me explain, let me explain everything,” he was glancing around, not sure what he was trying to find around them. “I’ll explain everything,” his hands were closed tight around her shoulders, his eyes glancing down into her as if willing her to understand. “The lake, tonight, I’ll wait for you. I’ll be there at the lake.” He knew he had to go, there weren’t many words left that he could utter. “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry, I have to go,” he was letting go now, stepping around her but nervous. A second thought. He didn’t know if it would scare her, but he knew he would feel better, and reached into his jacket, unloading the weapon from its holster. “Elena told me you have one so I assume you know how to use it. Don’t think, just point and pull,” he was pressing it into her small little hands now, and it seemed wrong, as if the two images just wouldn’t compute. “Get out of here,” he uttered urgently, backing away down the driveway. “The lake,” he hissed, not wanting anyone else to hear. Just in case. “I’ll see you there.”

[vasilivolkov]

isaak-volkov​:

In Isaak’s book it was never too early to celebrate, mostly because victories were fleeting. So easily the tables could be turned and the rug pulled out from underneath them; it was the nature of working for the Mafia. Already sipping the martini he nodded to his brother as he swallowed down the clear liquor. “It’s uh…strong, but very much needed. Спасибо брат,” he thanked him, taking another swig before placing it down on the counter, noting his brother’s gun sitting there. Isaak’s was still inside of his coat and surprisingly had remained there during his brawl with Guasparre. Their father would be furious if Isaak went rogue and pulled it on Guasparre. Who’s to say he wouldn’t have pulled the trigger? No, it was a risk he wouldn’t take, knowing first hand how their father delivered punishments for insolence. “How did things go with Amalia?” He quirked a brow at his brother. “Too soon to discuss?” He knew Guasparre’s daughter would always remain a touchy subject, yet he couldn’t help but bring it up. Isaak was curious if he made any cuts to her perfectly tanned skin. His brother had it in him, Isaak just hoped he didn’t disappoint in his ruthlessness. “Guasparre came after me, hence the torn suit and minor abrasions. The old man’s stamina is surprising to say the least,” he snickered.

-

The ease in the tension was almost palpable, and Vasili’s shoulders visibly relaxed, his entire demeanour changing. With Isaak around, he knew that nothing could go wrong, and he felt finally somewhat relaxed. As best as he could be, given the look he’d caught from Isabella Marino across the dance floor as he held a knife to Amalia Scordato, with her cuts visible and it was no surprise who had put them there. There had been glee as he enacted his own revenge, and he had to remind himself to show the same mercy that had been offered him. Let them live. But it was fleeting. It was always fleeting. Downing his drink, he shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll tell you what, he really can throw a fucking punch,” he muttered darkly, remembering his own tussle with Guasparre Scordato. “I know father wouldn’t forgive you, but it would have been quite nice to see his mouth shut for once,” he sighed and then turned to Isaak with a small grin. “The end of your speech. Corinthians? Didn’t know you paid so much attention at Sunday school in those cloisters.” It was only an aside, and he shifted his gaze towards the outdoor area, now in shambles with all the people trampling almost on each other to evacuate the premises. It was in hindsight, but nevertheless, he commented, “I probably should have warned a few people. Like Ramsey.” He paused. “Bella.” 

[vasilivolkov]

wintergrayson​:

Who: @vasilivolkov​

Where: outside of the reception building | post plot drop

After having to free herself from being tied up and make her way out of the barn some of Winter’s haziness was starting to rub off. Clearly whatever the reason was for her being drugged, she didn’t need to be down for long. After finding Harrison in the trunk of a car and splitting from him, she had began making her way back to the main room of the reception, knife by her side just in case. She had no idea why she’d been tied up but she suspected between that and the Viper presence at the wedding that there was nothing good happening. Before she could ever make her way inside she was stopped in her tracks by an all too familiar figure, Vasili Volkov. It couldn’t be a coincidence that he was lurking around outside. Despite the slight haze of her brain she stayed alert, gripping onto her knife slightly tighter. “What are you doing here? I thought the bride and groom had more taste than to put you on the guestlist.” Winter scoffed. Maybe antagonizing him while he had the upper hand wasn’t the best idea but she couldn’t help herself. She was over the whole night. 

-

It was an idiot move to stay, and he knew that he should have hightailed it out of there, followed the escape route to the yacht, but he couldn’t help that he wanted to stay, perhaps just to catch the glimpse of someone he desperately needed to explain himself to. But that particular person had disappeared, and he wasn’t entirely sure what he should do in the wake of that fact. However, in an ironic and not at all funny twist of fate, making their way towards him was no other than the blonde he had the displeasure of meeting at the beach all those weeks ago. A scoff followed her comment, and he wondered if she was incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. “You know us Volkov’s, can never say no to a party, and what a spectacular one it turned out to be,” he almost sneered the words and found that despite his best efforts, there was still residual aggravation towards the other. An eye trained on the knife. A hand reaching into his jacket for his pistol. “You might want to make yourself scarce, because it doesn’t seem that I’m feeling all that charitable right now, and I’m not entirely sure they’ll be able to source another body bag tonight.”

[vasilivolkov]

dianaxvolkov​:

Starring: @vasilivolkov​

Locale: Isaak’s mansion

“It’s almost time,” she announced with casual regard for her cousin upon entering the room, feigning a tease as if it weren’t posed to gauge the man’s demeanor. “This is your last chance to back out if you’re having second thoughts.” While the Volkov family lauded themselves on standing back up when knocked down, prideful in their inability to accept defeat, none would blame Vasili for staying home this time. It was no doubt the safer option when held against venturing into a Scorpion pit, even if she doubted that he would accept such an offer. Diana surely wouldn’t and the close pair were far more alike than not. “Or are you going for another reason? A spirited blonde one perhaps? That paramedic seemed very fond of you at the hospital.”

-

Hours later, Vasili still felt like the suit was stifling, and even with the buttons undone, the cigarette between his fingers, in one of the main grand rooms in Isaak’s well guarded mansion, he still felt a sense of unease. He couldn’t deny that he felt elated, somewhat, that there was a little bit of joy that he couldn’t ignore; it felt like somehow the cosmic balance had been restored, and he had been avenged. It wasn’t the first time he’d been in the midst of something like that, and he was sure that it wouldn’t be the last, but something felt even more unsteadier beneath his feet, and he couldn’t quite figure out why. Diana had asked a question, but he hadn’t been paying attention, and he turned to her. “What? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” He admitted, and then a slight frown crept across his forehead and he asked his cousin. “You okay?” 

[vasilivolkov]

isaak-volkov​:

Where: Wedding reception after his brawl with Guasparre

With: @vasilivolkov​

After gathering his bearings by fixing his hair and pressing down the crinkles in his partly torn suit, Isaak ambled his way out of the banquet hall ready to catch the private yacht awaiting him. Slowly as he passed the outdoor open bar, a smile spread across his lips at the sight of his brother Vasili perched there. Wiping his mouth he could taste the blood from a cut, but it didn’t thwart his smile. “Well don’t you look like the cat who swallowed the canary,” Isaak quipped as he slowly approached his baby brother. Everything he did in his entire life was in support of the Vipers and his family. Blood is thicker than water was a motto he lived by wholeheartedly. Taking a seat next to Vasili, he was surprised by his brother’s lackadaisical attitude. Sure the Vipers had the upper hand this round, but the situation was still perilous. Even more shock spread across his features when his favorite drink, a dirty martini, rested on the bar top next to Vasili. “It’s like you’ve been waiting for me. I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you, Младший брат,” he grinned, taking the martini glass in his hand and bringing it to his lips. It stung against his cuts, but he enjoyed it just the same. It tasted like victory.

-

There had always been something satisfying about the way his brother handled situations. It was the reason he was favoured so heavily by their father, and in that same token, perhaps the same reason why their father seemed to come down harsher on Isaak at times. But watching him in the midst of the fray was something that managed to distract Vasili. That afternoon had bled into the evening, and everything had been a blur, with his instructions clear. But the shocked expression on the faces of everyone in the room wasn’t something that had been all that satisfying. As soon as he’d made his threats, catching the eye of a few Scorpions that he knew would be seething, he was at the bar, hoping that the drown of alcohol would stave off that strangely empty feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach. He made no mistake, picking his way across the dance floor, weapon in his hand as he made for the bar. There was nobody behind the bar, not that he had expected the bartender to stay, and he’d taken it upon himself to slip behind the bar, pouring himself a generous glass of whiskey followed by turning his attention to an attempt at a martini. A poor attempt at that. By the time he had it waiting for Isaak, his brother was already joining him and Vas was leaned up against the bar, his hand with the gun loosely in his hand. “I thought you may be parched after that,” was his response. “Maybe needed a drink. I tried,” he slid the drink towards Isaak. “Too early to celebrate?” 

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[vasilivolkov]

isaak-volkov​:

Where: Isaak’s mansion

With: Getting ready with @vasilivolkov​

Going through his wardrobe in his walk-in closet, he turned when he heard the door creak open. He had been in there picking out the perfect tie to go with his navy suit that he intended to wear to the Scorpion wedding they were crashing that day. Looking up his eyes met his brother’s and he asked, “Which one do you like better, the black one or the navy one?” He was holding up both ties to his chest for his brother to help him decide. Vas had made it clear that he didn’t want to attend the wedding, even though Isaak had a plan set in motion that would avenge his brother’s attack. While Isaak was vengeful, he was also sympathetic to his brother’s reservations. “Have you picked out your suit? We can always go matching,” he joked, figuring his brother would likely borrow one of his other suits that was in his closet. 

-

It had gripped him out of nowhere, like this strange haze or mist that had descended upon him that he had no control over, and if he were to be truthful, that haze looked a lot like the fear he’d felt that night at the beach, if only he had the foresight or even the emotional intelligence to recognise it. But as it stood, Vasili Volkov was quite well versed in denial, and as he made his way down the hallway towards Isaak’s room, suppressing that face and thereby, that fear, he knew that he would only need some liquid courage courtesy of the flask in his top right pocket. He felt bulky thanks to the Kevlar beneath the shirt, but knew that it was better than being shot, and shrugged with the question posed by Isaak. “What? This isn’t good enough? Come on Isaak, you know I can’t pull of navy. But you can.” He raised an arm to show his brother his wrist. “Do you think I need those cufflink things? Too formal?” 

[vasilivolkov]

thedogofwar​:

Closed Starter for @vasilivolkov​

As expected the night was turning out to be more of a drag than Anton had initially thought and no amount of alcohol could make having small talk with people he couldn’t have given less a damn about, any less torturous. But apparently, he wasn’t the only one looking for an escape.

Sitting in the parking lot on the hood of his car with a stolen bottle of vodka, he brought it to his lips, taking a swig before fixing his sights on another Russian man a couple cars down, rolling a joint. “Weed man!” He called out, pulling himself up off his car. “You going to share or what?”

-

He’d heard the stories, even overheard a conversation his father had with some of his trusted men a few times about the man, but never did he think he’d run into him for the first time at a Scorpion infested wedding. It took him a moment, in actuality, to place a face to the name that he’d heard a few times, and realise who he was speaking with. A moment passed in silence, as his eyes trailed up and down the man drinking from a bottle atop the vehicle, and with the cigarette on his lips slowly pulled between two fingers, he frowned. One could never be too careful. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Sharing what?” He feigned innocence, his own brows raising to exert a confused expression.