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“  you  act  like  i  don’t  favor  all  my  pet  peeves  .   whatever   ,  i  guess         when  people  say  PANDA  instead  of  PANDA  EXPRESS  .  dunno  why  ,   but  i’ll  lose  my  shit   .   i’m  not  kidding  .   ”

“  like  i’m  that  special   .  ”

“  i’ll  tell  you  what  i  think          i  think  ...   people  have  desires   .   some  of  us  desire  fame   ,   others  fortune  .   a  rare  few  desire  the  feeling  ya  get  when  you  slice  someone’s  neck  open  .   me  ?  personally  ?   i  like  to  solve  a  good  mystery  .   s’really  not  that  hard  of  a  concept  .

but  when  you’re  stripped  of  those  desires   ?   you  get  antsy  .   twenty  years  is  a  long  fucking  time  to  be  twiddlin’  your  thumbs  with  a  foot  up  your  ass   .   and  to  spend  all  that  time  lookin’  into  the  beautiful  eyes  of  harley  mason  ?   best  friend  to  chastity  costello  ?   shit   ,   that’s  one  hell  of  a  reminder   ,   don’t  ya  think   ?   he  or  she  might  believe  she  deserved  it   ...    teasin’  ‘em  like  that   .  

roman couldn’t do anything but raise his glass, if chastity’s murder was never truly solved, he doubted that harley’s will either, as much as it hurt him because he considered both of these women as friends and their death was a shame. “i hope so as well, so we can finally get some justice and close that chapter.” asking roman if he was a suspect was like asking a bear if he’s sleeping in winter, of course he was. “no, it’s fine. not times i’d like to remember but yes, i was, me and many others.” it was a memory he didn’t want to remember but at the same time couldn’t forget “hey, at least you bring my place more money so i say, go check and drink it dry.” him and half of his staff do anyway.

emre !

long  ass  chapter  ,   he  thought  to  himself   .   while  he  couldn’t  exactly  empathize   ,  he  assumed  the  lack  of  closure  was  unbearable  for  some    :   nick  costello  being  the  first  to  come  to  mind   .   and  sadly   ,  emre  lacked  the  imagination  necessary  to  understand   ,   and  therefore   ,   the  energy  to  really  care   .   but  he  nodded  solemnly  all  the  same   .   “  well  in  that  case  ,  ”   he  responded  after  a  moment  of  hesitation  ,   eyes  surveying  his  surroundings  in  one  fell  swoop  .   at  first  glance   ,   he  would  describe  it  as  being  fairly  cozy           but  within  the  thirty  minutes  since  he  walked  through  the  door  ,  the  fucker’s  had  to  repeatedly  remind  himself  not  to  sing  the  cheers  theme  song   .  true  agony  ,   really   .  “  i’ll  grab  myself  another  tall   .   ”

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it had been quite the day, jade had come home from her shift to find her aunt tangled up in matted bed sheets, tissues strung on the couch and a watered down iced coffee she bought her that morning without even the smallest dent made in consumption. after jade’s mother’s passing her aunt had been a bit of a mess, jade didn’t have much of a second thought given the circumstances but the former clearly hadn’t been coping well. after getting her into bed, the clock striking 11, she knew she needed to get out and head back to her place of employment, the easiest place to get a buzz that wasn’t her bedroom. 

after a warm shower jade changed into a pair of tight jeans, a tank top of pulling her hair up she set off to the watering hole, seeing the same people she had served yet just an hour prior but a new face caught her eye. she smirked softly to herself, sauntering over as her arm draped over his shoulder. “hey hot stuff.” she mused to emre. she took the open seat beside him, her eyebrow raised. “how the tables had turned, hm? should have been here earlier, starting to think you’re avoiding me..” she teased.

emre !

emre  raised  his  brows  in  acknowledgement  ,   teeth  lazily  dragging  across  his  lower  lip  as  it  curled  into  a  smirk   .   “   aw  c’mon   ,   jade  .   like  i  would  ever  avoid  you  .   ”  lifting  his  glass   ,   he  took  another  sip  of  his  whiskey  ,   curious  eyes  lingering  on  the  woman  as  the  amber  liquid  burned  his  throat  .   “  s’just  when  i  see  ya  working  the  bar   ,   i  get  the  fuck  outta  dodge  .  ”   a  joke   ,  of  course   ,   made  obvious  by  the  mischievous  spark  in  his  gaze   .    emre  could  be  problematic  when  it  came  to  most  people   ,   but  he  couldn’t  possibly  have  anything  against  a  blonde  beauty  who  had  a  habit  of  sneaking  him  free  drinks  .   plus   ,  he  was  a  sucker  for  a  contagious  smile   .   “   what  are  ya  doin’  here  anyway  ?   what  ,  you’re  not  sick  of  this  place  yet  ?   ”

“to be impressed or pitying that you understood that reference…” gigi hummed, the slightest of smiles on her lips. her elbow leant against the counter — a sure sign she’d checked out of actually going her job for the afternoon. even with the straggles of customers floating on through, gigi couldn’t be bothered — let someone else flirt for tips today. “uh huh. sure.” she drawled. “and yet here i am, dicking you ‘round about your viewership. cause even with all you’re getting, you’re still here bugging me, demanding i start listening.” she smirked over at him, her head lolling and hair brushing off her shoulder. “food for thought, no?”

emre !

harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the other, but let’s out a laugh anyway as he shakes his head. he couldn’t get it even if he wanted to — he can’t remember the last time he picked up anything to read aside from the occasional updated menu at the bar. “i’m sure roman still gets the bugel delivered to the bar. come on down later and i’ll give you our copy,” he shrugs, then adds, “free of charge, but i expect a tip,” he jokes with a grin on his lips. 

emre !

kat averted her eyes from the paper and headline that came along with it on the newspaper in her hand, stuffing the copy into the trashcan before taking a look at any other article. she found herself disoriented for a split second, forgetting what she’d been heading towards before the broken train of thought. her eyes searched restlessly around the square, hoping to recapture what she’d been caught up with before hand. in her carelessness, kat found herself colliding with another body, sending the other person’s drink flying into the street.

“oh my god, i am so sorry about that. i was not looking… well i suppose you can see that.” embarrassment was clear in her wide eyes, looking over the other to make sure that none of the drink had spilled on them. “please let me buy you another, al’s is right across the street. i swear it’ll take just one minute.” she offered them her best apologetic smile. “please? i won’t feel right until i make it up to you.”

emre !

fuckin’  cunt   ,   he  almost  shouted   ,   the  voice  in  his  head  much  louder  than  he  could  ever  physically  convey   .   no  wonder  so  many  people  got  murdered  in  bumfuck  ,  egypt            because  they  kept  walking  into  each  other   !   hand  to  god   ,   he  was  about  ten  seconds  from  tossing  the  tiny  girl  into  oncoming  traffic   ,   right  around  where  his  coffee  landed   .   but  after  a  deep  breath   ,   and  a  silly  mantra  he  came  up  with  ,   emre  grinned   .   he  was  far  too  good  at  the  fake  bullshit   .  “   listen  ,   shug   ,   if  ya  wanted  to  buy  me  a  coffee   ,   all  ya  had  to  do  was  ask   ,  ”   he  joked   ,   albeit  with  slight  irritation  ,   as  he  wiped  away  the  droplets  of  coffee  on  his  hands  .   “   don’t  go  feelin’  bad  about  it   .   to  be  fair   ,   i  shouldn’t  even  be  drinkin’  the  stuff  .  ”

it was quiet enough in abraham and hardy memorial library.    the only sounds were the low hum from the computers, buzzing from the overhead lights, light whispering from the aisles; just enough for Zoey to concentrate on the yearbook in hand.  the upcoming reunion was making them more reminiscent as the days drew near.  ‘ironic’ they would think, seeing as they hadn’t really done much at taunwick high school to warrant reminiscing.  granted, with everything going on, it was hard not to think about the past; the wicked thing.  

with a deep sigh and a heavy heart, zoey gathered their belongings with the intent to return the book back.  the melancholy had got to them.  as they neared the archives, they had been so in their head that they hadn’t noticed the person blocking the section they needed and bumped into them.  embarrassed,  zoey’s cheeks immediately flushed as they spoke quickly,  “ oh my gosh, i’m so sorry.  i wasn’t paying attention and…  oh! “  their senses tensed as recognition hit them.  “it’s, uhm...  been a while.”

emre !

roman raised an eyebrow as he tried to study the man’s face and body language, he was barely good at when sober so it was a shit show when he was drunk. “i don’t know anything about her murder and nobody in this town will talk about it, all you’ll be able to hear are whispers and here, nobody talks about their murders.” for obvious reasons, the watering hole was meant to be a middle ground, a place you don’t have to talk about disturbing stuff like the lost of two people that you knew and cared about, especially when you’ve been the suspect of one of those murders. “i went through being a suspect once, i don’t need that fucking shit again, you feel me?” he shrugged. “im sorry i couldn’t be of more help to you, you’re welcome to stay if you want.”

emre !

roman  made  perfect  sense           and  it  pissed  emre  the  fuck  off  .  memories  of  when  he  first  did  the  podcast   ;   a  young   ,   aggressively  persistent  boy  being  hung  up  on  by  anyone  and  everyone  in  that   damn  town   .   after  a  while   ,   he  began  to  take  it  personally   .   so  to  show  up  and  hear  that  little  to  nothing  had  changed  really  screwed  him  over   .   “   hopefully  they’ll  talk  to  the  police   ,   ”   he  said  ,   sounding  all  too  much  like  a  heartbroken  man  .   at  least  then  olivia  would  get  the  information   ;   having  a  junior  detective  in  his  pocket  sure  was  nice    .    “  you  were  a  suspect   ?  ”   he  asked  in  feigned  shock   ,  playing  the  innocent  card  before  immediately  shaking  his  head   .   “   sorry   ,   don’t  answer  that   .  it’s  none  of  my  business   .   ”   except  emre  would  argue  that  EVERYTHING  was  his  business   .   “   honestly   ,  i’m  worried  if  i  stay  ,   i’ll  drink  this  place  dry  .   ”

       “well there’s a whole heap of more fun hitting this place everyday.” there’s a slight hint to current events though he’s not diving into that. teddy prefers to stay in his bubble of taking nothing seriously. he eyes the hand, amused by such a formal gesture sent his way. “wow, you’re definitely not a local.” thought he takes the hand anyway, giving a firm shake still finding the entire thing funny. “teddy lebeau, if you’ve heard anyone whispering about me- it’s probably true. and i’m going to hold you to that, emre.”

emre !

“ turkish ? ” carry the conversation along, ask questions about them. fortunately for that word of advice mental law, turkish was among the languages she spoke conversationally ! miray, 1993-1995 – she recalled her fondly ! “ come on, you weren’t even on my hit list until now. i mean, at least you’ll be immortalized by this… dead form of media, ” she replied, tapping the newspaper stand that mocked them with its insistence on accepting change and only change. “ well, if we’re going to commit a violent newspaper heist, it has to be at midnight. it’s just the principle of the thing. ” 

emre !

“  ...   yeah  !   ”    he  wore  a  look  of  surprise   ,   fitting  his  features  perfectly  like  a  custom-made  mask   .    “   how  did  you  know  that   ?   ”   it  was  impressive   ,   really   .   some  names  were  more  obvious  than  others   ,   but  he  always  thought  emre  sounded  very   ...   european   .   unless  pronounced  the  way  it  was  meant  to  be   ,   the  same  way  his  mother  would  scream  it  whenever  he’d  done  something  wrong   ,   most  people  would  attribute  it  to  being  a  random  name  picked  out  of  a  random  book   .   “  it’s  fittin’  ,   really   .   wouldn’t  want  my  death  to  mean  somethin’  or  anything              tell  ya  what   ,     buy  me  a  drink  first  and  i’ll  let  ya  kill  me  after   .   i’m  the  giving  sort   .   ”