apocalyptic.

Freya had launched a strong blow towards the dummy they had. When she had regained her footing, she blew her hair out of her face and smirked. “You up for another beating, Irate?” She asked as she felt the male’s presence then she looked at him with eyebrow raised.

Freya sauntered into the reception, her weapons out in the open, not caring it people were looking. She dropped it in front of the receptionist and told her, “Here. Hide it. I’m putting arsenals all over hotel just so when we’re attacked, we have back ups.” She told the girl as she leaned on the counter, “Better take care of it. They’re expensive.”

Miyumi had found herself in the company of the so-called doctor of the other gang. She wanted to tell on their boss the movements of her gang against them and even if she knew that she might sacrifice her life - it was either she gets caught betraying the other gang or that they think she was lying. Whatever, she needed to avenge her family. But the people here had given her to the doctor, so she sat down patiently as she stared at the other in curiosity.

@colesbitches COLE.

Aurel was nervous. He couldn’t seem to shake off his earlier interaction with Gabriel in the hallway. He had wanted to wait to see Ira or Eden and weight the pros and cons of going to Cole about his small, insignificant problem but neither of his favorite boys had been free. A quick trip to the kitchens had supplied Aurel with a few cupcakes and a pitcher of Kool-Aid™️ and maybe one or two kisses from his busy bee of a boyfriend. He hated bothering Cole. Especially when he was working. But he had brought snacks! And he wasn’t planning on telling Cole anything, really. Just checking in. Aurel knocked on the door to the penthouse and called out, “Cole! Are you busy? It’s your favorite. It’s not Basil. It’s Aurel!”

People would always wonder what kind of work Collin did in his room - maybe besides having a little fun with Basil - but sometimes, his own place was his little recreational area. He was lying down on his bed while watching TV, news to be exact, wondering if there were any public gang activities found out. Luckily, there were none and he can relax a while. The sudden knock from the door meant that there was someone from the group or an employee asking something from him - Basil had his keys so he could always enter without knocking - and he immediately turned off the TV. Before he opened the door, he had heard his best friend’s voice and he smiled on the way to the door. “Hey, Aurel!” He greeted with a smile as he opened the door, “I’m not busy, not for you, anyways. What’s up?” He asked as he stepped aside to let his friend in.

     ❝ considering the fact that i have been leaving you your favourite drink at the reception area, you’d think i’d have your number by now. ❞ emma smiled at the familiar face of the receptionist she has been seeing for a couple of weeks now. ❝ do you mind fixing that error for me, please? ❞

Maxine loved that she was being serviced by that newbie. Doesn’t mean she’d give what the other wanted from her. Maxine Lerman smirked at her - she was attractive, well enough, but not her type - and took a paper from the other’s desk and wrote a number. “Here, I hope you appreciate it.” Maxine winked, sliding her a paper with the number 69 written on it.

     beaming, the grifter nodded in a muted enthusiasm at the other’s remembrance. ❝ yep! ❞ jennina exclaimed, popping the ‘P’ as she scuttled closer to milo. ❝ that would be me. the one who ordered a hybrid between an aphrodisiac and a poison. how sweet of you to remember it, really. ❞

Milo giggled at the other confirmation that it was indeed her. His memory was still in good condition and he intended to keep it that way. “I always remember my transactions, dearie. Are you here for another, then?” He had asked. No one really went here to make small talk with him so he had assumed that the woman needed something from him.

      ❝ i’ll even give you a backstage pass, if you’re that much of a fan. ❞ she grinned, mirth still coating her tone as she speaks. ❝ mmm, as much as i’d like to contest that statement, collie, most of my sampling size are most probably broke, in jail, or dead as far as i am concerned. ❞

“Deal, better make sure you put up a good show.” She told the other, a chuckle escaping her lips. “Well, to each their own. Would you like me to find you a more suitable samples, then?”

     his quasi-partner’s quiet glow of pride made orlando stare at antonette at little longer than the usual. something inside him twisted almost painfully at the sight of this woman staying determined despite of her previous blunders and his voiced out discouragement. perhaps it was the intensity of his professional admiration for her; perhaps it was, dare he say it, guilt from being the very causation of her troubles in the first place. while he just knows this woman won’t be ever swayed from her decision, the least he can do for now was to mislead her as much as possible — although that could be trickier and more likely bound to happen. ❝ alright. we’ll give this one a shot. but — ❞ he gave her a stern and leveled look. ❝ — if we couldn’t find jackshit from these photos after an hour and a half, we’ll calling it a night and try again later on when we have a good night’s sleep. deal? ❞

It honestly gave Antonette so much stress to be assigned to this case. Ever since their boss had discovered a gang in the city, she had been assigned to it and she had been trying to find them for months. It was either they were too good, too clean or they were ahead of the game and it frustrated the female very much. She was glad that she had a partner to share her frustrations with but the problem was she was also frustrated at him... sexually, even. It would be very awkward if she jumped on him and he didn’t feel the same way, all she knew that he was single right now and she was, too. Toni hoped that she could catch this slippery gang and she could get her well deserved rest. His words made her light up, finally an agreement from the other. “Fine... sleep, okay. So, let’s get started?”

     grinning, orlando cocked his head to the side. ❝ how nice of you, milo. i’ll let you know right away if i’ll ever require any of those two offered concoctions. ❞ taking one now under his steed will probably raise too many questions if he weren’t being careful, but he still wouldn’t risk it. ❝ am i only limited to those two options or i could choose from your other masterpieces as well? ❞

Milo loved the prospect of people falling into his poisons, especially the aphrodisiac. Oh, how many people get fooled because of it. But he supposed that sometimes, his poisons wouldn’t be needed if the user had good charm. He giggled when the other told him that he was considering. “Hmm, well, take a good look at my collection and see which one piques your interest!”

“Would you?” Her friendship with Vera always confused Elisa. They were terribly different. Even looking at Vera now, Elisa was slightly jealous of how comfortable her friend seemed in the black and white environment of the store. She had never expected such kindness when she had first asked the other girl to help her with such an overarching task of helping her come out of her motherhood shell visually. Now, she couldn’t be more thankful her friend had agreed. After kissing her son on the forehead, she handed him to Vera. “Is that what this is? Living? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be looking for.”

Vera turned to look at her as if the other was stupid. Of course she would. She wouldn’t have offered if she wasn’t willing, right? She jiggled her fingers as a sign to give the baby to her so that the other could finally start what she came for. Vera didn’t know what it felt like - handing over your child to someone else. Even if it was your close friend, she felt like it was something hard to do. But how would she know? She’d never bear one. When Elisa had finally gave Matei to her, she gingerly carried him, making funny faces as the baby turned to look at her in a curious manner. “Auntie Vera is here to take care of you.” She told the boy, hoping that someone else’s arms would be fine with the boy. “Well, living... that depends on what you live for, honestly. What are we trying to accomplish here then? Do you want some lipsticks?”

“You and me. Naked. In a hotel very far and very different from here.” Kennedy sauntered into her well maintained domain very happily. It was a far cry above his and Ira’s shared room. Not that he was in it much. He was caught off guard by the sudden presence of the door against his back. God, she still fucking surprised him. “This is better.” He agreed, smiling at her dumbly and nodding. If she asked him to jump, he’d ask how high.

The idea of them far away was extremely tempting. She would agree to that but they would need to ask permission to their bosses first but she knew how much Kennedy hated them, Basil especially. But she hoped that being in her room would make him feel like she took him out on that proposal. “Good.” She whispered back as she closed the distance between their lips. 

Dimi rolled his chair back so Vera could have a better look. He rolled his eyes as well. If Vera was going to bother him, at least she was getting some joy out of it. She was strikingly pretty when she smiled. “Figures. Is this gonna stop you from, like, bothering me because you’re still distracting me from my work?”

Vera rolled her chair closer to the screen, her eyes settled on the cute little otters attempting to swim around the little tub. Not that she had her own youtube in her phone but it was one way to annoy the other by him not doing work. His question made her look at him, she pouted in thought then replied, “Hmm, nope, not at all. Unless I get called or if Nik arrives or if I’m still bored, I’m staying.”

“The internet! There’s this one etsy shop that just sells the most amazing glassware. It’s like an angel made it!” With some hesitation, Aurel held out the lighter. He wasn’t too eager to give it to Maxine but he supposed he should have some trust in his friend. “I think I’m supposed to be guarding the pool people’s lives today…”

Maxine made a mental note to check the internet for more pretty things. She did need a fuzzy carpet for her floors but she had to ask Maxwell first if he approved but when did Maxine ever ask for permission. She eyed the lighter with a gleam in her eye before taking it hastily from him, playing with the fire first before lighting the pipe. “Fuck ‘em. They can save their own lives.”