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“ you have t w e n t y seconds to explain. where the hell am i and where is alexandria ? what did you do to my people ? and seriously, if you’re gonna kidnap someone, why didn’t you think to check for a GUN ? you’d think after a couple years of this shit you’d have learned ( that much ) . ” 

this was O D D to say the least. not only did whoever these people were get through the walls but enid didn’t r e m e m b e r any of it. infact, the last thing she remembered was being in the closet in the armory, and if she was in the armory, they should’ve thought to check for GUNS. that’s a give in. not to mention their attire — it wasn’t exactly best fit for a zombie apocalypse. even if they were behind walls and everything SEEMED safe — well, nothing is as it seems. and you ALWAYS have to be prepared for everything to be ruined.

at first alex’s hands were in the air when noticing the gun. however, she was taking none of this, her gun was out within seconds. always keeping a small one hidden ( just in case ) inside her boot. completely blindsided by what this girl was speaking about? “i will explain as long as you put your weapon down. we can talk like CIVILIZED humans without OUR guns.”  refusing to remove the gun from her GRASP until both were disarmed. 

    ❝You broke your phone? That’s bad luck, you should maybe buy a new one. Something like that, I’m just worried about my friends, I don’t know where they are or if they are okay❞

“Same here, apparently.” She nodded at the other’s observation. “I think this is the same New York, but it looks totally different.” Riley wasn’t sure how much was safe to say or not. She’d explored parts of New York with Maya sure, but this felt different somehow. “I’m sure I will.”

“okay, well that makes me feel better. thank you.” blaine chuckled slightly. “exactly. while in new york right?” 

“I should probably be concerned how I’m still in New York but not in my own house… and I’ve been instructed many times to not talk to strangers, but can you maybe tell me if you’ve seen someone named Maya, Lucas or even Farkle around anywhere? I really need to find my friends and family.”

“i’m tarzan! i’m tarz-oh.” blaine immediately got himself down from where he was swinging on the vine and a blush made its way to his cheeks. “i-uh. i walked in and the room was already like this and the costume was just there. i didn’t think- i didn’t know that anyone was gonna come in.”

send ⁇⁇ and my muse will blurt out any and all questions they’ve always wanted to ask yours. | @georgiian

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        continued from here. | @alexparriiish 

          bad things usually happened when he found himself gazing down at the bottom of a bottle or a glass that was once full of bourbon or some other type of alcoholic drink. like murder. accidental or not. that night would still ｈａｕｎｔｅｄ him, ( you would think that nothing would phase the man, but it did; everything he had done, good bad or indifferent, had changed the agent in more ways than one. ), even though he had taken it upon himself to hide the body in the desert. he hadn’t wanted to go down, and he knew that mike would have done anything to get briggs to talk or to find evidence on him. hell, the boy almost burnt the whole house because he had wanted to see briggs go down. ( for more reasons than the accidental murder of jaun badillo. ).

the events of last night had ｓｈｏｏｋ the agent to his very core; it shook him hard that his hole body ached more than he ever thought possible and briggs had worked weeks without sleep, but this was DIFFERENT. this was one of those hangovers, he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy. feeling the mattress move, as what briggs could only assume was charlie, he felt the nudge of his shoulder, followed by a voice, he couldn’t recall, yet in the BACK of his mind, the thought of having charlie by his side, once again, hit him and the words that left his mouth, were hoarse. ❝chuck… stop… i just wanna sleep.❞ not only was his voice hoarse, but his mouth was dry and his words were still slurred from the ｃｏｐｉｏｕｓ amounts of alcohol he had consumed the night before. rolling himself over, briggs felt his eyes open and as the sun came into view, he’d cover his eyes with his arm, his hazel hues falling upon the woman, he had mistaken for charlie. ❝oh, shi- shit.. yeah, i think we should.❞ briggs didn’t want to get up. didn’t want to move or speak or fucking breathe for that matter, but he found himself propping up against the headboard. ❝i’m a little HAZY on the details, but i think we’ll be able to figure out what’s happened.❞ 

pulling a hand through her MESSY hair still in shock at her own STUPIDITY. for a mere second alex thought the man was HANDSOME. until BOOTH trickled into her thoughts once again. no, she couldn’t do that, even they were on DIFFERENT terms at this point. could these two RETRACE their steps? it was a RISK the young woman was willing to take. 

despite the SMALL ACHE inside her skull she was confident and willing to do anything to remember. even while TRAINING at quantico the agent never experience such a thing. every little thing was remembered and never forgotten. nothing compared to ALCOHOL INDUCED headache. or it’s power to FORCE memories out of ones head. 

snapping her eyes back towards the man, alex nodded. “i think we should retrace out steps. i don’t know where we MET exactly. so maybe this is going to be HARDER than i thought. then again, i’m not ready to throw in the towel yet, i think we can manage this?” 

eyes began to close, thinking, processing everything that went on BEFORE her booze happy ADVENTURES. marriage and a handsome man was on the menu; something the young agent NEVER EXPECTED. not with booth still out there holding her INTEREST. maybe this was a way to BLOW OFF STEAM. whatever the case was, it happened, and she needed to why and how? 

“whatever fun we had last night,” eye starring over at him, “i’m sure we can reverse whatever did happen. right?” hoping the man would agree with her. in life and her career, now was not the time, if it ever was an OPTION - alex didn’t know, not yet at least.