[ 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝔂𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 ]

@wcstlcys

❝ ---------- the 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒, I felt Is talking to my 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 and the trust, dispraise has made myself 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓭 and 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝓁𝓎, you hold me with my past i can't, omit, the contract with my 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 ---------- ❞

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"told you, worst excuse in the book." layla retorted, before quickly following up with, "besides the dog ate my homework, obviously." the latter one that she'd never tried to get away with, but protesting that she wasn't drunk when she had been was something she'd done plenty of times. this was the one that it actually wasn't an excuse, but it didn't stop it feeling like one. "oh wow, how did that one play out? bet the broken nose didn't buy it, huh?" a stark reminder of just how quickly things could take a turn for the more violent, and layla was counting her lucky stars that she hadn't tripped and pulled him to the floor with her. who could tell how that might have panned out in the long run? "wow, that's a big confession." she joked again, "you've gotta be careful admitting that, i could start all sorts of rumours. could really tank a reputation."

" yeah, it's definitely up there. i've totally used it before. " he wasn't exactly creative when it came to the lying whilst intoxicated department. he was a sloppy bitch, truthfully. " nah, it didn't go well. " he laughs before taking a quick inhale of his smoke, dusting off the ash once again. " my lawyer said something like, 'your fist can't accidentally deck someone in the face, westley'. it was totally legit. " he tried to keep a serious face, but a crack of a smile quickly snuffed that out. " i know, i know. i'm feelin' real vulnerable right now. " he huffs out a heavy sigh, continuing on with his dumbass bit. " you may need to pinky swear that you won't tell anyone, it's that serious. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. layla )

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" the interest will double . " heels click soundly on the wooden floor as the lawyer pushed herself into complete view . have a heart . she remembers in the moment a plea from the past , and her response , delivered as cold as a winter's flurry . the heart doesn't pay the bills . even texas' heat was far from having melted the queen's heart of ice . " can you afford my time twice fold ? "

" do you really even need to ask me that ?? " his skin almost grows pale at the mere thought of paying double. jail was starting to look more appealing right about now. " i hope you like cash. " west sighs deeply, fishing for the envelope tucked away in his pockets.

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. apsara )#he's crying in the club rn

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"all of them?" she couldn't blame anyone who took the chance to enjoy themselves tonight, but having to run security for it all was not something she would want to do. "there's- what, three?- that i heard about for you guys. that sounds like work, west." they were part of the reason she had set herself up to be off for the night; lynn was doing all she could to stay impartial, but the numbers were against her. "if you do see me anywhere, it won't be because i'm looking for a good drink."

" yeah, i'm pretty popular. " he tosses an imaginary lock of hair behind his shoulder, certainly one for the dramatics. " who am i to deny everyone of my presence. " okay, now he was pushing it, but it made him laugh nonetheless. " oh c'mon, have a little fun for once. " west tsked lightly. " y'know just like, avert your eyes when there's alleged illegal activities goin' on. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. lynette )

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when: sometime after the brawl, utp location: reaper's clubhouse open to: reaper members, reaper affiliates

" -- Well, hold still. I left the horse tranquilizers back home."

Viola inched back from her patient, assessing their wounds with a critical eye. She had to hand it to the Diablos; they certainly knew how to leave their mark. "You're lucky you're not worse off. You must've put up a fight."

" stop makin' it hurt and I'll be still. " westley groans as he fidgets, being an absolute brat about getting treated. " oh no, i'm fine. i'm tellin' you i don't even need stitches. " well, that was questionable, considering the notable gash on his forehead. " y'know how many teeth i could've collected as trophies? dozens. " He certainly held his own, but maybe he was being a little dramatic. " my ass didn't even get arrested, so i think i'm sitting pretty. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. viola )

“ you ever hear lee try to tell a joke ? ” her head started to lull as if she was falling asleep . if it was lee she was poking at , the fear of retaliation wasn’t necessary . he’d put up with worse . especially from isa , with all the customer complaints , confusing upcharges and mysterious tips increases . if he hadn’t fired and excommunicated her yet , she was sure a little jab wouldn’t get her more than a pinch on her arm . “ it usually goes like that , but i will say dc is pretty funny . you should hear the jokes he says about you ⸺ ” faux laughter fell from her lips as if she’d just remembered the most hilarious thing . “ ⸺ i mean just the other day he said . . . ” just as quick as her laughter had started , she cut it off with a way of her hand . “ oh you just had to be there . ” contrary to popular belief ( westley’s belief ) , isa only ever tried to annoy him 87% of the time . the other 13% was spent really trying to gain his respect and approval . falling for such an obvious hazing scheme such as this one was certain to knock her down a few pegs . she was coping with that thought the only way she knew how : by being an annoying little shit . “ westley . . . it’s 2025 you know you can’t say things like that anymore . ” she did her best to appear disappointed , her head shaking in disapproval as she tsk , tsk , tsked at him . “ the proper term is a rascal , a scamp , a scoundrel if you’re feeling fancy . though , if i had to choose , i’d much prefer mischief maker . it’s just so whimsical sounding don’t you think ? ”

" why is lee catching strays right now ?? " it was growing increasingly more difficult not to laugh. west has to constantly fight down the dumbass grin that he knew was lurking behind his mask. he liked isa, a whole lot, it was the whole reason he agreed to sponsor her. she got on his nerves, talked back, and did everything to annoy him. she is definitely perfect for the club, but he'd only tell her that after she got her patch. " oh so dc is making fun of me now ?? i'll tell him you narc'd. " he nods his head as if he was making a mental note. " isa, do you really expect me to even know half of those words. " his mouth upturned into a smile for a moment before he had to force it away, biting back a laugh that was threatening to betray him. he knew his whole act was not convincing, but it was more fun this way. " does whimsical mean a pain in my ass ?? then yeah i'd agree that fits. " he looks over her shoulder, his head angling towards the register behind her. " i suggest you make a plan, since you already failed your task to bring back...throatcoat. " his brows raise, finally letting his smirk poke through. " probably grab some smokes to make up for your failure. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. isa )

cassie couldn't help but let out a giggle at him hauling over the counter top. she allowed her hand to be taken, grateful to feel his touch again, and to be led round back. where they were completely alone and could almost forget about the party happening out front. she frowned slightly when he let go of her and even more so at his words. cassie’s heart clenched so tight it felt like it might crack clean in half. the warmth of his hand still lingered on her wrist, even after he let go, and it made her chest feel too small for her lungs. she stood there for a moment, shoulders stiff and chin dipped, staring at where his hands had disappeared into his pockets like maybe if she kept her eyes there, she wouldn’t have to look at his face. because it might break her heart. he was too much. but in a good way. too kind to her in a way she wasn’t sure she deserved, too steady in a life where nothing ever held still. and it wasn’t his fault. you told me you loved me. that was what she wanted to say. but the words stuck like syrup in her throat, sweet and sick and sticky. he hadn’t even meant for her to hear it. she was supposed to be asleep. and instead of staying, instead of answering, she ran. "west," she started, his name barely a breath. it came out soft, like her voice was afraid to carry it. she reached up to cup his face gently, unable to bear it that he thought that. "no. you didn’t. god, no. you didn’t do anything wrong." far from it. a thumb brushed over his cheek reassuringly. fuck. how was she supposed to fix this? "i'm sorry i didn't call. i just... forgot. you know how i get." a poor excuse.

he hadn't let it show to everyone else, but these past few weeks without her nearly caused him to break. their relationship, or whatever it is, was certainly confusing. their shared denial of their status only seemed to make matters worse. he hadn't felt like this before, never looked at anyone the way he did with her. he sat countless nights alone, trying to piece together everything, but he came up blank every time. he sighs softly as she cupped his cheek, his own hand raising to rest on top of hers. he couldn't help the way he leaned in to the touch, he didn't want to resist it either. " right, yeah, i know you're forgetful. " he shrugged it off like it was nothing, refusing to acknowledge the fact that she forgot him stung like nothing he had ever felt before. it was easier to pretend he didn't feel anything, to disregard the fact that he was so soft for her. all he could handle was whispering to her while she slept, to have the darkness be the only witness to his affections. his heart was cold after all, right ?? he wasn't designed to be tender. " it's not a big deal. " despite his words, a hint of pain lingered in his voice. here he thought he was going to tell her off, to stop messing him around. yet here he was, brushing it off like he hadn't been agonising over her for weeks. it was just better this way, right ?? " are you okay, though ?? " he needed to know that, at least. he'd go scorched earth if something had happened to her. " i...it was uh, " he laughs anxiously, feeling like he was making a fool out of himself. " it was quiet without you, y'know. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. cassie )

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where: idk. when: afternoon, before the parties. with: open starter!

"big parties, later," she starts. this anniversary wasn't just for the diablos and reapers to celebrate. everyone still treated it as an unofficial holiday whether they knew about the feud or not, complete with the bars offering specials for the occasion- all they needed was a parade. lynette looked at the date as a sort of marker, where the two sides had simply admitted they were tired. she can only hope they don't wake up in the middle of the night. "you going to anything?"

" yeah, 'bout to be a busy night. " west sighed, excited but ultimately tired. he had plenty to do day-to-day, but parties like these were important. at least to him and his club, so he wasn't about to miss it for anything but an emergency. " probably all of 'em, honestly. " he ran a hand through his hair, trying to work out in his head how he was going to balance it all. " what about you ?? maybe i'll see ya there."

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. lynette )

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OPEN . tuan owned law firm , near the event's beginning .

" business hours are on the door . " the announcement reverberant between the small building's walls , following the chime of the front door ⸻ signalling that the associate had in fact not locked it . apsara walked out of the space of her office and into the adjacent lobby , her presence no longer cloaked but seen . " we're closed . "

" bold of you to assume i can read. " he counters back with a lopsided smirk. " i mean, i was just coming here to make a payment, but i'm more than happy to go. " he holds his hands up in front of him, gesturing towards the door somewhat hopefully. it's not like he had much to give her anyways, the small pitiful earnings he got for the month. " we can totally just skip this month, right ?? im cool with that. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. apsara )

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the parking lot of gotti's autobody

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: open to anyone at the reapers anniversary party ( capped at 1/4 )

"...Oh for fuck's sake..." Less voice than it was a soft breath, the anticipatory lament tumbled out while Lena watched from the sidelines, bracing for impact. Not her own, of course, but of the two bodies that pushed and shoved their way through the open bay doors... and right into one of the tool carts. Just as she'd expected.

Instinct said find Ty, find a prospect. Remembrance of her place (or lack thereof now) held her tongue. Instead, she made a half turn toward the person beside her, muttering, "It's a goddamn wonder we even have a shop left after all these parties, but—Not my monkeys, not my fuckin' circus."

Except they were, and it was, even if she no longer wore Ty's patch on her back to prove it. The Reapers were family. Even if she wasn't sure they'd still say the same. "I need a drink." Again, her eyes flicked left. "You need anythin', honey?"

westley finds himself laughing, as he usually did, when a fight broke out. it was amusing to him more than anything, especially when it wasn't something he had to step in to sort out. " they break it they pay for it, right ?? " he manages to speak past his laughter. he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, making no notion of doing anything about it any time soon. " sounds like you need a double shot. " he shoots back playfully, turning his head to her with a smile. " nah, i still got my beer...somewhere. i don't know where i left it, actually. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. helena )

cassie almost winced the second she heard his voice. like she’d actually been caught doing something criminal instead of just… hiding behind a bar like a total coward. which, okay, maybe wasn’t great. no, it wasn't great at all. when had she ever acted like this around him? he had never given her any reason to hide or run. never hurt her, scared her. yeah - she was a total coward. shit. she should’ve expected this. him. looking at her like that, like he wasn’t sure whether to be pissed or relieved or both at the same time. like he wanted to shake her and hold her all at once. and maybe that was fair, but god, she wasn’t ready for this. she hadn't expected to see west this early. to see him while she was sober. her fingers drummed against the counter, restless, as she forced a lopsided grin. but then he complimented her. like he always did. and cassie's expression softened. a genuine smile on her face. his stare pinned her in place, and she could tell - oh, he wasn’t letting her slip away this time. her mouth opened, some half formed excuse on the tip of her tongue, but then he said it. can we talk? cassie tensed, her fingers stopped twitching and rested against the counter. talk. oh, we are so not doing that. she could feel herself slipping into deflection mode, into the easy, thoughtless banter that kept her from feeling anything too deep. but then she saw the way his jaw tensed. the way he rubbed the back of his neck like he was actually nervous. and something in her chest twisted because he meant it. and cassie owed him it. owed him an explanation after ignoring every text, every call from him. "yeah. yeah, okay out back." is all she managed to say.

cassie made him feel different. almost not like himself, but in the best way possible. she brought out a softness in him that he was certain never existed before. he didn't act tough around her, he didn't need to be. the harshness of his world just seemed to float away around her, making him want something different for once. he couldn't help the small smile that formed at her agreement, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. " great, yeah. " he looked around them, the idea of having to push past everyone again seemed unappealing. so instead he shuffled to the side, planting his palms against the wood again, hauling himself over the countertop. he dusted his hands off on his jeans. he stared at her for a moment again, still stunned that she was finally in front of him again. he moves slowly, gently taking hold of her hand before slowly tugging her towards the back. he went far enough until the music drowned out slightly, hesitantly releasing her wrist from his grasp. he shoved his hands into his pockets, nervously shuffling between his feet as he searched for something to say. " i'm...glad you're back. " it was the truth, but he left out how scared he was. " did i...did i do something wrong ?? "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. cassie )

grabbing at strangers in order to try and keep herself upright wasn't something that layla planned on making a habit of, especially in the dark, but sometimes life had other ideas. the only thing she could truly be thankful for was that she hadn't landed flat on her face –– that would have been embarrassing. "your cigarette being safe was really my primary concern. more important than making sure i didn't lose any teeth, actually." she teased back, voice light and playful as fingers brushed at the front of her attire, smoothing out creases that didn't actually exist in a bid to ground herself. "i'd say i wasn't intoxicated either, but i think that always makes people sound more drunk." she paused, "would you believe me if i said i wasn't wasted, and that i was just that clumsy?"

she caught him on a good day, or he caught her on a good day, rather. if he had lost his cigarette that might have been another matter, he got real cranky when he didn't get his nicotine. " teeth are replaceable. " he teases, moving his hand off her shoulder once he knew she was steady. " yeah you're right, i wouldn't buy it. " he laughs as he shook his head lightly before taking another puff of his cigarette. " i'll believe ya this time, though. " he flicks off some of the ash onto the ground. " i used clumsy as an excuse when i broke someone's nose once, yeah. " he grinned playfully. " nah you're fine, though. don't tell anyone but i trip over my damn self all the time. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. layla )

wes was never going to let her live this down . isa could see it happening as she stood there : months from now when they ( inevitably ) had an argument about this or that , he’d pause , place his hand on his hip just as he’d done then , tilt his head with a smile and say ‘ remember when . . . ’ being reminded of her foolish behaviors were almost ( and the margin was a very slim , almost ) worse than living in the moment then . unyielding pride made her back straighten at the sound of his voice and her an attempt to look nonchalant . “ maybe . ” she offered with a reach for the pen . her first and second attempt at grabbing it from him failed and she gave a pause as she watched him before going in for a third . “ but making sure you catch lots of flack was written in my day planner under goals . drew little hearts around it and everything . ” with her vape crutch back in her hand she took a long hit from it . “ i have no interest in trying to understand what the male brain finds funny . it sounds like something they would enjoy taking a sip of on a night of celebration or whatever i don’t know , that’s not important ⸺ what’s important is how are we going to get them back . ” yes , isa was making this his problem now too . “ you’re my sponsor . we’re attached now , my blood is your blood . if i look stupid you do too , and you don’t want to look stupid do you wes ? ” a compassionate hand landed on his arm . “ i don’t think you want to look stupid . ”

naturally, he laughed at every failed attempt to retrieve her pen, shaking his head and rolling his eyes when she finally managed to grab it. it was his first time sponsoring a prospect, and honestly, he couldn't have picked more of a frustrating person. he would blame dc for that, probably. most likely. " day planner ?? gross. " he snickers at her, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacker. " what, you tryin' to say the patched members ain't funny, prospect ?? " he taunted, but the playfulness in his tone cut back any bite in his words. " woah, hold up -- " a hand slips out of the pocket, his hand shoving away the one placed against his arm. " the fuck you mean we. " his brows furrow, annoyed as hell. " we ain't nothin', i'll get you bounced out right the fuck now. " it was an empty threat, at least. " fuckin' sassy for a prospect. " he mutters under his breath, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose in annoyance. " only ones gonna look stupid are you and dc. " he glares down at her, but there's a small smile threatening to tug at his lips. he couldn't help but see his younger self in her, an absolute menace he was. perhaps this was karma coming back to bite him in the ass. "you're a damn gremlin, you know that ?? "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. isa )

the admission lights up her face even more, warms her chest, and that feeling moves up her throat, tinting her cheeks even under the glow of the neon lights in the club. "stop buttering me up ! you know i'm easily wooed." hand lightly smacks at his arm, eyes roll, all affection, no bite. with an all too telling ease, she settles in beside him, shoulders lifting and falling as she hums before being able to find her words. "really, really good, actually." nodding, she means it, too. "everyone, and i mean everyone, seems to be in a great mood which is a relief because, as i'm sure you know, when there's a mixed bag things can get. . ." trails off because she tries, so so hard, not to dip into talking about their outside-of-here activities. doesn't always work, now does it. adoration in her gaze, she leans forward to kiss his cheek, then settles again. "you're such a sweetheart, checking on me when i know you have other things you could be doing."

he almost felt bad, how her reactions seemed so genuine. if he were a better man he'd stop, but he wasn't, so here he was playing a carefully crafted role. it was far too easy to lie. " why would i stop ?? i like seeing ya smile. " he chuckles, a grin firmly plastered on his face. despite it all, he did like talking to her. it was just unfortunate she found herself on the other side of his interests and priorities. " you're tellin' me a bunch of bikers have questionable moods ?? " he gasps playfully. " say it ain't so. " he had to take it slow, he might not even get any information tonight, but it was about the long con. soon enough. he'd get what he wanted, he just had to be patient. " don't tell anyone that, i got an image to protect. " he teases playfully, leaning further back into his chair while he got himself comfortable. " glad you're doin' good, though. " he glances up at her, a warm expression floating across his face. " you wanna get a drink ?? "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. calla )

　　༄　　𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦, a smile tugging on her lips at west's remark. “ consider yourself lucky, ‘cause i’m giving you my last one, ” she says, flicking open her cigarette case to reveal the lone cigarette inside it. to anyone else, she'd have told them that case was empty, but westley was a reaper, and that meant she'd give him just about anything. “ need a light? ”

" stop, you'll give me butterflies. " he has a shit-eating-grin on his face, placing a hand over his heart for dramatic flare. he was an idiot, and he especially loved poking fun wherever he could. " thanks, i'll get you a new pack. " he takes the cigarette eagerly. " and by that i mean i'll get a prospect to get a new one. " he laughs, plopping the cigarette between his lips. " i do, someone stole my fuckin' ligther again. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. solana )

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CLOSED STARTER

where. deseo

when. during both parties

who. @wcstlcys

❝ a reaper boy at deseo, how amusing… ❞ slow steps neared rina to westley, lips pursed as she imagined the worst way possible to rile up him in that night, a dynamic both seemed to share ever since they first laid eyes on each other. ❝ camo to see the dancers? or is the wing deal that had you over? ❞ pulling a cigarette and lighter from her jacket’s pocket, rina offered it to him before lighting one. ❝ better yet… you’re switching sides, becoming a diablo just so we can be the best of friends. ❞

" god, who let you outta the cage again ?? " he grimaces, taking a step back as she got closer. he didn't understand how, but something about her just made his blood boil. she knew how to get under his skin and it drove him insane. " ain't your damn business why i'm here." he glared at her, shaking his head as if he were trying to shake her goddamn aura off of him. " i'd rather drown in a pool of lava than be your fuckin' friend. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. rina )#your honour she scares him

it had been easy to return. fall back into her job. after all, she had always promised that she was going to come back and it had only been a few weeks. but cassie had needed time away. not that it changed anything. there had been a thought - a glimpse of getting clean. at least, that's what cassie was telling herself. the reason she had left. but really it had been because she was scared. scared of those silly little three words. whispered so softly to her, so tenderly. he hadn't known she'd been awake and cassie didn't know if that made things better or worse. because everything else they did didn't feel domesticated but that did. as she was behind the bar, facing away and cleaning a glass, she heard her name from a familiar voice. at first, she thought she imagined it. wouldn’t be the first time. missing west had done weird things to her brain. like making his voice echo in places he wasn’t, turning random guys at parties into almost hims if she squinted hard enough. but then she heard it again, closer, and her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat. oh. oh. she turned just as he came into view, pushing through the crowd like a man chasing down a ghost. and maybe, in a way, he was. after all, she had disappeared like one. her fingers clenched around the glass. "west," she breathed, barely audible over the noise, like saying his name too loud might make the moment break. and then, in classic cassie fashion, she panicked. because shit, she hadn’t planned for this. not so soon. she thought she’d have time to prepare something witty, something casual, something that wasn’t just standing here, staring at him with her heart climbing up her throat. so instead of being normal, she just ducked behind the bar. crouching and trying to get her head straight. she had come back because she missed him too much and now here she was hiding from him? perfect logic cassie. she could hear his boots. knowing he was in front of her. her instinct was to get on all fours and crawl away. escape out of the back. but even she knew that was ridiculous. so cassie stood, finally looking him in the face. her throat was dry. “hey,” her voice came out softer than she meant it to. she cleared it, forcing something breezier onto her lips. "you look good." too good. like someone she should’ve never left in the first place.

west almost stopped in his tracks as she dropped down, hiding away form behind the bar. hiding from him. it almost felt like a gut but, but he persisted, finally landing himself in front of the bar. his palms press flat against the wood of the countertop, hauling himself up slightly so he could catch a glimpse of her crouched down. " seriously, cassie?? " he questions out-loud, unable to stop the words from slipping past. he lowered himself back down when she stood, simply just staring at her in disbelief. " hey. " he repeats, his mind desperately rattling for something to say, but he was left with a void of empty thoughts, the image of her the only thing he could focus on. " you do, too. you always do. " he cleans his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. what the fuck was he supposed to say ?? he had thought about it all the weeks she had been gone, his mind settling on being mad that she just ditched him out of nowhere. that was until he saw her in person again, and all those feelings seemed to be plucked straight out of his mind. " can we talk ?? " he huffs out finally, his brows knitting together in confusion. he needed to be away from the music, the sound of people talking and having fun. somewhere private, where it was just the two of them for a moment. " we can go out back, yeah ?? "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. cassie )

div1nes-deactivated20250817

open @ a small diner somewhere

" what's so hard to understand about ' this is a gun free zone ' , asshole ? " the butt of the gun had found a home directly onto their nose , courtesy of fallon's failure to keep her irritation at bay ⸻ but the poor hostess had looked like she was a breath away from tears , and her overdue dinner had been cruelly interrupted . her fries and burger were on the floor next to the biker clutching his bleeding , and possibly broken nose , and the sight alone is enough to reignite a spark of anger . " christ and i was looking forward to this . you're paying for it and getting me a new burger . "

" that's what you fuckin' get, prospect. " west hollers from his booth, laughing almost manically as he slouched lazily in his seat. oh how he loved the torment of prospects. " i ain't taking you to the hospital either, dumbass. " west looks up at the other, a smirk tugging at his lips as he waved towards the plate just placed at the opposite side of him. " he ordered a burger, feel free to snatch it up. I ain't lookin' if you grab his wallet, either. "

#( c. westley thorn )#( c. west ft. fallon )#gun tw

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