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Well, well, well… Yichen had just strolled out of a highly recommended restaurant. Highly recommended meaning pretentiously expensive as hell, not that he couldn’t afford it. A few steps out and he saw a rather familiar looking face. Not that he remembered the name much. Just that there was drinking, words exchanged, and a rather rough yet satisfying night. A blur, really, but it came to his recollection which, in and of itself was a miracle. “I thought a man like you didn’t stalk the streets until the sun was gone.” He piped up with an amused and somewhat condescending smirk upon his lips.

@casharquette​

“You would… Shoot me?” Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn. Abort, abort. As Cash took a few steps towards her, Lara kept holding her head up high but took a few steps back too, until the back of her legs hit the piano. What if I played for him? Would that put him in a better mood? … I doubt it. “Hey Cash, how do you feel about piano music?” Lara blurted out, without thinking of course. “Why… Why would you go for the face, though? Wouldn’t it be better to aim for the heart?” Having returned to the more relevant topic, the blonde innerly cursed herself for the lack of better, wittier reply. “Anyway, I’m sorry to bother you on your day off. … Is today your day off? I can never tell, but I am looking for Elias.”

“Not purposely —unless you did something that needed you to be put down, of course. But if you sneak like that in the middle of the dark? I’ll shoot to kill if there’s a threat.” He liked the blonde, so killing her wasn’t on his plans, but he needed to keep appearances. She was definitely nervous with his presence and that was rewarding in a sense. If he was on a cartoon, her next question would have displayed some question marks above his head. “What does it ─you know what? Nevermind. Sounds boring, unless you play naked for me. Is that how is gonna be?” A smirk played on his lips as he strolled towards her, trying to look seductive. “Well, I’d want to know first why they broke in before killing them, besides they’d suffer more ─but let’s not change the subject when it’s getting interesting, love. So, about the piano...” He trailed off, slowly caressing her face with a finger. “Nah, was about to leave before you got here, you just missed Elias for a few minutes. We’re all alone.”

Majority of the time, it always seemed as though Nate was in a grumpy mood. He was waiting impatiently to the side for his coffee order to be made, only to then see someone else walking up to collect his coffee after it had been called out. “No, no—” he called out as he approached the person. “They clearly just called out an Americano with an extra shot. I’m positive that’s not yours.” he added, reaching for the cup. @cityofdreamsstarters​​

He didn’t like waiting, less alone coffee, but he needed a small kick to start and now this asshole was getting on his nerves about a stupid order. “Why you so sure it can’t be mine? You think you’re the special snowflake that orders that?” He challenged, something he actually liked doing, as he as well attempted to reach for the cup.

     After an incredibly long and exhausting evening at the nightclub, the place was finally closing up. It’d been so busy that night, Jaesi could see just how tired the rest of the waitresses were so she’d offered to close up on her own so they could all get home faster. Certain that she was on her own now, she started singing softly to herself as she got through her last few tasks before she could leave herself when she suddenly heard the door open. “We’re closed!” She called out automatically, her head turning at the sound. “Come again when we’re actually open.” ( @cityofdreamsstarters​ )

lucas: ben?? as in benjamin lebowitz?? he kinda looks like that guy from the movie where they drive cars in the desert

lucas: you know which movie i mean? 😩

lucas: anyway, he says he knows you and he told me you call yourself cash even though you’re a grown adult... 🥴

[ 5 minutes later after confirming with ben he actually gave him his number ]

cash: ben is a fucking tool for giving you my number

cash: and he doesn't look like tom hardy, wtf???

cash: if i find out you're a fucking pig or working for them, i'll skin you alive get it?

     "now you’re just pushing all that inner sexual fantasy shit on me. you’re as attractive as a naked mole rat.” lies, cash is pretty good looking but bash would rather take several bullets then admit it. “so you’ve been thinking about between my legs? such a fucking perv.” though between his legs is now becoming a boiled sausage with a lap full of hot coffee. he jumps, hands already trying to shove some of the liquid away but quite a lot soaks into his pants.  but he refuses to make a noise, instead, sitting back down, taking a deep breath and closes his eyes. he chooses to screams in his head before dark hues meet the other’s. “your money? last i checked it’s elias’ you fucking dick.” his hands curl up into fists and he is pretty sure he has bitten into his cheek but the taste of iron is a welcome on. it’s something to fuc on other than his throbbing skin. “i’m doing a job at that rich wedding bullshit and i’ll have cash after that. and you owe me a damn coffee.”

lucas: hey, looking to buy some ket if u have

lucas: ben gave me ur number. swear i'm not a narc 👮‍♂️🙅‍♂️🤐

lucas: happy to pay $150/g if u can deliver quickly, preferably within the next hour 💖💖

cash: 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

cash: wrong number, don't know who the fuck is ben

Boheme glanced up at the taller male and offered him an apologetic smile, her heart rate on the increase as, for a moment there, she honestly thought that his lad was about to kick off - though he seemed sweet and was even offering to drink with her. “Umm.. Okay.” She answered, placing the bottle of wine down onto a surface closest to her. “I’m Boheme. Do you have a name too?” Bo asked, stupidly enough. 

Oh, this seemed easier than what he expected. In general, girls like her would just turn him down in a heartbeat, but the fact she was upset would play on his favor. “That’s a pretty nice name. I do have a name, but you can call me Cash better.” He offered a charming smile, as he snatched a bottle of vodka he found on a counter. Taking a long sip, he then handed it to the blonde. “This will make you forget the asshole you’re pissed at faster. What did he do?”

“SIX is exhausting.” Mila groaned, sliding into the booth, drink in hand. “Honestly, would it be mad of me to say I’m glad that it’s only got a three month run? I’ve never been in a show so demanding in my entire career.”

@cityofdreamsstarters​

“Oh, oh! You were talking about your show,” he replied, hit by the realization she was talking about work and not about something else. “Thought you meant partners, and I was gonna say that was challenging but must be a lot of fun. If you’re gonna worn yourself out, at least do it with style.”

She couldn’t help but give a small tilt of her head when he spoke, a smile forming as she sat down. “Sugar?” A small shock formed when he took her head, the redhead raised her brows, a little impressed. “Oh, I think you would regret any idea of a date with me, but thank you for covering. My work friends mean well, but they don’t really know me enough to chill out about the world of dating.” Vienna usually preferred to be on her own. Dating was way too much work. “So I lied about the coffee date, hoping they would stay quiet, but I didn’t know this was going to be where they were coming for their lunch.”

“You don’t like pet names? Must be the first girl I know who doesn’t.” He used pet names mostly as a mocking manner either ways, he rarely actually used them as a sign of affection. “Why not? Are you one of those crazy toxic kinda chicks?” He asked curiously, raising a brow at her. “They’re not really that good as friends if they keep pushing you to date, but whatever. Dates are overrated anyways, why bothering in trying to make a connection if at the end of the day you just wanna fuck.” He could be very blunt and didn’t care who was in front of him when he said those things.

“Oh my god.. This is a disaster.” Boheme mumbled into the bottle of wine she’d managed to swipe from one of the tables. She’d already vowed in her mind never to accept a blind date again. The male her friend had set her up with, was a no show, leaving Bo alone at a party hosted by someone she rarely knew. “Fuck, why did I even think this was a good idea?” Turning on her heels to leave, Boheme knocked into someone as she spun, immediately cursing in her thoughts. Was it Friday 13th? “I’m so sorry..” She apologised. “But to sum this up, this is exactly how my night has been..”

@cityofdreamsstarters​

     “i’d get to the fucking point, cashy.” bash knows he’s pushing buttons, he knows this could land him a shit ton of pain. but fuck it, if he gets hurt he gets hurt. “get off my face, huh? who said you could perch there before buying me dinner?”  seeing the other take a sip of his coffee causes an eye roll. “My face, my crotch, my head, you seem pretty obsessed with me.”