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✱ 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚈 : 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨. forty3 . capt of the boston yellowjackets .
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﹙ ✿ ﹚ 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 — 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 , stomach-turning moment — bonnie thought about letting him have it. letting him take whatever filthy , desperate piece of her he wanted. letting him drag her down into whatever godforsaken mess he was aching to make. fuck. it would’ve been so easy. because cooper riley was heat and sin pressed tight against her.
› 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private ( @aquarics ) 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : mccullough ranch
〔 ✱ 〕 … " 𝐦𝐢𝐚 — 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 , 𝐢 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 pint for this. " cooper tips his head back with a groan , hand dragging down his face before he leans his arms over the top rail of the paddock fence. his breath fogs just a little in the mountain air. behind him , the lads are fumbling around like it's their first time walking upright , let alone handling a horse. one’s already lost a boot in the mud. another’s somehow tangled a lead rope around his own wrist. " didn’t think they’d be this bloody useless , " he mutters , eyes squinting as one player flinches from a snorty gelding.
he turns to her with a half wince , half grin. “ look — i know we’re a lot. loud , clumsy , smell like the bottom of a gear bag. but they’re good lads under it all. just … raised on skates , not saddles. ” he gestures loosely toward the chaos. “ figured this’d teach ‘em something about trust. groundwork. patience. all that noble shit. ” he pauses , glancing sideways at her. “ didn't mean for you to be the one wrangling 'em all. that’s on me. ” a chuckle breaks through as he tosses a small clump of hay toward one of the players’ heads. “ pay attention , ya fuckin' donkey. this ain’t a bloody rodeo. ” then , back to mia with a softer shrug. “ anyway. thanks for not tossing me in the dirt yet. ”
› 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private ( @mvyhvms ) 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : telluride ice rink
〔 ✱ 〕 … “ 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 , 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 , ” 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 with a low chuckle , one gloved hand reaching out to steady them before they eat shit on the ice for the third time in five minutes. his fingers wrap around their wrist , warm through the padding , and he’s already grinning like he’s enjoying this a little too much. “ you skate like bambi after three pints , love. ” his own balance is effortless , boots biting into the ice like he was born with ‘em on — legs solid, knees bent , posture relaxed like he’s just strolling a sidewalk instead of gliding in clean , confident strokes.
“ bend your knees more. shift your weight. no , don’t stiffen up — you’re not gettin’ interrogated. ” he skates backward now , facing them , dragging them along slow by the hands. “ there you go. see ? told you i’d catch you if you fell. not that i mind — gives me an excuse to hold you like this. ” he winks , then adds with a cheeky grin , “ you fall again though , and i’m demandin’ dinner as emotional compensation. ”
› 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : private ( @bringmxtotxars ) 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : telluride diner
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐠 like it might bite him if he lets his guard down. his elbows are spread wide on the table , one boot hooked around the leg of the chair like he’s got any plans of moving soon. the coffee’s absolute shite — burnt , thin , and somehow still lukewarm — but he sips it anyway , out of either stubbornness or spite. he eyes the pastry case , squints at a pastry that looks suspiciously smug , then sighs through his nose. “ think i’ve stared at that spinach quiche long enough for it to file a restraining order , ” he mutters. “ you eat yet ? sit down. keep me from orderin’ somethin’ daft. "
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with a raised brow, she had to concede. it had worked on her, but only in the event that she got something out of it. that's how it usually went in her world, and she wasn't keen on that changing any time soon. "it wasn't the line that had the success, sweetheart, it was the promise of free booze," she said with a firm nod. lines were a dime a dozen, but alcohol without a price rarely came around. well, no, alright, it came around for her plenty - boys liked buying her things, and she liked accepting them. so she had made plenty of equally bad decisions just like the one she had made a minute or two prior, but something about this guy was intriguing. he was presumptuous, irritating, and in the middle of all that, honest. she licked her lips and leaned in even closer. "are you saying that it might not be my last tequila shot, or my last bad decision?" she asked, playing the innocent card before she couldn't anymore. "because i get the idea that hanging around you, the answer is more than likely both." she found it hard to believe that that much drama and danger could be found in telluride, but she did believe that if anyone could help her find it, it would be him. "is that the case, then?" she asked inquisitively, eyes gazing into his like she dared him to disagree. "stick with you, and i'll have a story to tell by tomorrow morning? because i'm loving the sound of that, and i have to wonder what all that might entail."
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 deepened as he watched her lean in , the tequila catching low light between them. the kind of grin that said he was more than happy to be misunderstood — or correctly guessed — depending on how you wanted to look at it. " wouldn’t dream of robbin’ you of a good story , " he said , voice low and rough like a secret passed over a campfire. “ stick with me , and you’ll get a handful by breakfast. hell , might even make the headlines , if we’re lucky. ” he didn’t flinch under her gaze , just held it steady , a glint of mischief flashing there — like he was daring her right back. cooper wasn’t the type to blink first.
" might not all be pretty , mind you , " he added with a mockingly solemn nod , though the smirk tugging at his mouth gave him away. " could involve questionable decisions , a few broken hearts , maybe a bruised ego or two. " he tipped his empty shot glass toward her in a lazy salute. “ but no promises about the tequila supply. that's just fate at work. ” he leaned in a touch closer , matching her game without a hint of shame. " you sure you’re up for it , sweetheart ? lotta folks talk about wantin’ trouble. not many know how to dance with it. "
There was a small chuckle that fell from Katelyn's lips at his confidence or at least that was how it seemed to blonde. "Would I now?" She questioned with smile, before shaking her head slightly. "I mean the result isn't that bad." Katelyn teased before taking the shot. Downing it, placing the empty shot glass down onto the bar.
"Yes, very much so." She nodded her head a little bit, a small little smile appearing on the corner of her lips and now an actual laugh at his comment. "No, I'm not a professional heartbreaker. More like I get mine broken time and time again. But it's no big deal really." She shrugged a little bit, glancing back towards him now. "Katelyn Johns, deputy chief of the local police department and mother. So that keeps me a lot busy actually." But she loved her job and her family. "And you are? I want to know who is going to be buying me drinks tonight."
〔 ✱ 〕 … " 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐚 , " 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐰 chuckle , tipping his glass toward her before taking his own shot in stride — smooth , practiced , like it barely phased him. " can't tell if you're tryna spare me or just bein' kind. " cooper set the glass down , a small easy smile played at the corner of his mouth — the kind that softened the roughness of him without stripping it away. katelyn's laugh pulled a real grin out of him this time — quick , sharp , flashing teeth. " can't say i'm a fan of your resume , then. sounds like they're losin' someone good. " his voice dipped slightly there , something earnest under charm. even if it was laced with that usual low slung drawl. cooper wasn't the type to poke at old bruises if he couldn't help it.
he leaned back slightly against the bar , relaxed but still present — like he could snap forward at any moment if something , someone caught his attention. “ nice t'meet ya , katelyn. an' fair warnin' , might not let ya pay for your drinks tonight — consider it a public service for a deputy chief. ” he offered his hand , the tattoos on his knuckles faint but visible. " cooper riley. once a big deal on the nice , now just .. figurin' out what's next. " there was rough honesty there , a gilmpse of something more worn under the bravado — but he covered it quickly with a wink. " still very skilled at savin' a bad night , though. "
BARRY SLOANE as Joe 'Bear' Graves in SIX (2017—2018) Episode 2.06 Indian Country
﹙ ✿ ﹚... 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 bear. territorial , strong , primal. she'd seen it on the ice before — the way he moved , the way he commanded a room with nothing more than a shift of his weight, a glare under his lashes. but this ? this was different. there was no audience now. no gloves, no helmets, no rules. just cooper, looming over her, caging her in with a predator’s patience.
he was gentler with the women he flirted with — easy smiles , soft laughs, the way a young buck would court a mate for the first time , clumsy and sweet. bonnie used to snort when she saw it. the secondhand flirting. the harmless teasing. as if cooper riley — the cooper riley — would ever settle down. they were in their forties now. the idea had stopped being cute a long time ago.
" you always take it from zero to a hundred ," bonnie muttered , rolling her eyes. but the edge was gone from her voice. it wasn’t playful anymore. it was serious — almost scared , like she knew he was treading on ground he shouldn’t. like she knew she should stop him and hated that she didn’t want to.
he got under her skin more than she cared to admit. not in that unwelcome way — no , worse — in the grotesque , bone deep realization that she was still capable of feeling like a teenager around him. flushed and stupid and out of her depth. cooper caged her in with the skill of a man who'd been playing the long game without her even realizing it. he knew exactly what he was doing , and fuck , that made it all the more infuriating. all the more dangerous.
because it wasn't just flirting anymore. it was a stunning, horrifying realization: cooper wanted her. not just to laugh with. not just to spar with. he wanted to wreck her. he wanted to take her apart piece by piece until she was a mess under him , gasping out prayers and filthy promises her daddy would claw his way out of the grave to stop. he wanted to wreck whatever little bit of her dignity was left intact and make her thank him for it. and fuck , fuck , fuck ! — it did something to her. something molten and ugly and clawing at the inside of her ribs , desperate to get out.
bonnie bit down on the inside of her cheek , hard enough to taste blood , pretending she wasn’t trembling. pretending she wasn’t staring at his mouth and thinking about what it would feel like pressed against the crook of her neck , her collarbone , lower. the heat that spread under her skin like wildfire. the ache that knotted low in her gut , thrumming through her like a second pulse. her thighs squeezed together , automatic , desperate. she hated him for it. hated how easy it was.
her mind went places it shouldn’t — sharp , filthy flashes that left her hand curling into a tight fist. cooper’s hands on her hips , bruising and firm. his mouth dragging down the slope of her neck , teeth grazing , claiming. the rough sound of his voice in her ear , low and slurred , telling her she was his now , telling her to open up for him , to take him deeper , to be good. bonnie swallowed hard and shifted in her seat , like it would shake the images loose. it didn’t. he was still staring at her , lazy and heavy lidded , like he already knew.
she wanted to slap him. she wanted to kiss him. she wanted to crawl into his lap and let him ruin every part of her that had ever dared think she was safe around him. the worst part was that he didn’t even have to touch her to make her fall apart. he was doing it from a breath away , with a half smile and a look that promised every filthy thing she was too proud to beg for. and bonnie — god help her — was just sitting there , burning alive in her own skin , pretending like she still had the upper hand. pretending she wasn’t already his if he so much as asked.
bonnie's nails dug crescent moons into her palms under the table as she shot him a glare sharp enough to cut. “ i’m your fucking pr agent , riley , ” she hissed , voice low , biting — a last ditch barricade that crumbled the second it left her mouth. as if that threat meant anything. as if her body language didn’t betray each word , every trembling inch of her straining closer to him. “ and you’re drunk , ” she added , desperate for anything that sounded like control. but it came out thin. frail. a trembling little thing too easily devoured. especially when he just smiled slow , patient — like a man who already knew how this would end. like a man who would wait. and that , somehow , scared her most of all.
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞’𝐬 eyes — that anger , that crackle of heat — and it lit him up from the inside like a fucking match thrown onto gasoline. he didn’t give her space. didn’t give her time to think. and he sure as shit didn’t give her a chance to bolt. his large , calloused hand wrapped tight around bonnie’s upper arm. he hauled her up out of her seat and crowded her, chest to chest , his grip firm — not enough to hurt , but enough to say: you’re not going anywhere.
he could smell her perfume , faint and expensive , clinging to her skin. he could feel the tiny , furious tremble running through her body , even though she held herself stiff like she could pretend he wasn’t getting to her. he ducked his head , nose brushing the shell of her ear , voice a low , filthy rasp. " you’re fuckin’ killin’ me , birdie , " he breathed , letting her feel every ounce of restraint snapping inside him. " always runnin’ that pretty mouth — all high and mighty — like you don't want me to bend you over the nearest fuckin’ table and make you scream. "
“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 said it first , are you not ? ” the paramedic challenges , that smile full of a bread he noted now clear , tongue to incisor as a toothy grin ( one certainly full of cheek & mischief ) is given . “ you gotta get them quick , she sells out faster than a speeding freight train . ” brows bounce as outstretched hand , the one still holding the sandwich , waves ⸻ as if attempting to tempt him further .
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 , he’s given in and she offers little more than a triumphant grin in response , the exchange is fast , one tequila shot for a half sandwich , and of course , as he settles into the space near her , his company . “ now , i wouldn’t call you tragic , not unless you have a reason . ” she doesn’t soothe , she teases and without a second thought , the offered tequila shot from his finger tips to hers is thrown back and downed in a blink . face marrs with eyes closed tight . smile gone , if only for a moment . “ i think it was a fair deal . ”
〔 ✱ 〕 … “ 𝐚𝐡 , 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 , 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 , 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐚 ? ” cooper chuckled, low and warm, as he watched her blink through the burn. teeth flashed in a crooked grin , elbow knocking lightly against hers when he settled closer , like they were already in on some joke together. " bet you say that all the time , don't ya ? ' oh it's a fair deal ' , right before you rob some poor bastard blind. "
still , he took his bite — and christ , yeah , it was worth it. he groaned under his breath , dramatic as hell , just to sell it. head tipping back , eyes fluttering shut. " fuck me , i just got scammed an' i'm still coming back for more. you're dangerous , you know that ? " the words rolled of his tongue lazy and fond , a genuine laugh tucked into the lines. another bump of his elbow to her arm casual , easy — like he already liked her way too much for a man who’d just lost half his drink. " bet you break hearts on the regular , don't you ? "
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﹙ ✿ ﹚ 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘇𝗲 , 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 — her expression flickering like a lightbulb. then her lashes fluttered , slow and deliberate , mouth parting with faux surprise. “ oohhhh , ” she gasped , hand splaying across her chest dramatically , “ so you think i’m pretty. ” she blinked once. twice. then bit down on a grin that was already threatening to spill over. “ god , bear , if i knew that’s all it took to butter you up , i would’ve worn my red lipstick. ” a pause. “ … or not worn anything at all. ”
bonnie grinned. wicked. she leaned in just enough to make it dangerous , elbow on the table , chin propped in her palm like she was innocent and not absolutely plotting his downfall. “ you call me a bad influence like it’s a problem , ” she said , the words syrupy sweet with a hint of venom. “ when really , you just don’t wanna admit you like it. ” bonnie licked the salt off her thumb again , eyes never leaving his. “ annd for the record ? ” her voice dipped , low and warm. “ natural talent . ” a pause. her smirk widened , lazy and laced with trouble. “ but hey — if you’re that impressed , i could always give you a private show ... ”
then , just as fast , she clicked her tongue and leaned back with a shrug , killing the tease like a light switch. “ mm. in your dreams , captain ! ” she laughed. “ and don’t act like you don’t have ‘em. ” she flashed him a wink , playful and cruel in equal measure — all sugar and no promise — before she reached for the lime wedge like nothing happened. “ besides , ” she added , biting into it with a smug twist of her lips, “ i'm the pr rep. if anyone’s saving face , it’s you , not me. ”
then she straightened up , flicking his chest with two fingers and grinning like a devil in pink lip gloss. “ yeup ! team building. no keg stands. no flirting. definitely no one getting spanked. ” a wicked glint in her eyes. “ but if someone were , i wouldn’t bet on you staying in the clear , captain. ” she paused , for the dramatics , “ sort of like how you didn't stay clear of that stripper pole in vegas. ” she winked , enjoying the total humiliation. " still got it on video , in triple hd , 4k ! "
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 let the words hit him like tiny sucker punches to the ribs. bonnie was good at that — clawing her way under his skin , flashing those pink lips and batting those lashes like she didn't know exactly what she was doing. she thought she had the upper hand , sitting there all smug and syrupy , but she had no idea how close she was to setting herself on fire. and cooper should’ve backed off. should’ve laughed it off like he always did. but bonnie made it impossible. she sat there like sin wrapped in soft skin , grinning at him like she knew he wanted to ruin her and was daring him to try.
he moved without thinking. slow , heavy , predatory. one hand braced on the back of her chair , the other sliding low against the edge of the table , caging her in without even touching her. he wanted to. fuck , he wanted to. it was like something inside him — something old and mean and starving — woke up whenever she got too close. " you're right , y'know , " his voice barely a whisper, gravel and smoke , " i do dream about you. "
cooper's mouth hovered a breath away from her jaw , close enough she could feel the heat of him , the scrape of his breath against her pulse. he caught the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed. the way her fingers twitched like she didn't know whether to shove him away or pull him closer. " not the sweet kind , either , " he rumbled , letting the words slide slow , like molasses. " the kinda dreams where you don't get to walk away so easy. "
he imagined it — her pinned beneath him , lips red and swollen , eyes wide and wild. it hit him so hard it made his chest ache. bonnie , all mouth and claws now, wrecked and begging later. the thought alone nearly dragged a growl out of him. he leaned in even closer , mouth grazing the shell of her ear , letting her feel the rough scrape of stubble and the dangerous heat simmering just under his skin. " so keep teasin' , baby , " he muttered , low and lethal. " but don't act surprised when i finally make good on all those pretty little threats you're makin'. "
he lingered just long enough to smell the faint sweetness of her perfume , something light and cruel and hers , before pulling back slow , dragging his gaze over her like a handprint he was leaving behind. then he smirked , lazy and dark , tapping her thigh — slow , deliberate — with two fingers. " team buildin' , " he repeated , rough as hell , voice dripping with promises he had no business making. “ you're gonna wish it was just a fuckin' stripper pole this time. ”
marley was in her element, no question. the night buzzed with energy, the kind that wrapped around her like a warm coat. the market pulsed under the soft glow of string lights, throwing gold across her stand and the eager faces in front of it. the air was alive with chatter, the clink of cash, the sizzle and pop from her grill. it was a symphony she’d orchestrated herself. every dish she plated, every bite that drew a satisfied moan or a surprised curse, reminded her why she did this. her food didn’t just feed people — it stopped them in their tracks. made them feel something. all the late nights, the calloused hands, the moments she wanted to quit, it all added up to this. to her moment. telluride had been slow to warm to her at first, but now they were starting to get it. the harvest table wasn’t just another restaurant. it was the main event.
she spotted him standing off to the side, a little too still, like a man who didn’t quite belong. older. weathered. with a kind of quiet grit that made him stand out from the usual laid back crowd. scruffy, but not sloppy. handsome in that “i’ve seen some shit” kind of way. he was watching her food like it might bite him first. marley smirked and gave her tray a little shove in his direction, her own version of a come hither. ❝ c’mon now, you gonna stare all night or you gonna eat ? ❞ there was no room for timid in her space. not with her sliders steaming and her mac bites golden fried to perfection. when their eyes met, his lips twitched in the beginning of a grin, and she felt something low and electric hum through her. he had charm, sure — but she had game.
❝ i’m not gonna kill you, but i can’t promise you won’t need a nap after all this. ❞ her voice was low and teasing as she slid the tray closer, the warm, savory steam rising between them. ❝ if these happen to end up in your hands, well … i didn’t see a thing. ❞ she leaned in just enough to make it count, a sly grin pulling at her lips. ❝ no snitches in my kitchen. scout’s honor — though i was never a scout, so take that for what it’s worth. ❞ her gaze held steady on his, unflinching. if he walked away from this, that was on him.
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 cheer. not all at once , anyway. telluride pulsed like it had a heartbeat , the kind of place that wore its joy on its sleeve. lanterns strung overhead painted the street in gold , and everyone was just ... happy to be here. it was a strange contrast to the noise constantly running in his head — battle plans , media briefings , bruised ribs from practice. team building , coach griffin had said. one big bonding retreat before the season kicked off. cooper hadn’t the heart to tell him that he didn’t bond — he tolerated. and he'd done his part: he showed up , he didn’t start any fights , and he didn’t skip the trust exercises. that ought to count for something.
still , the market had its charm. cooper lingered near the edge of it all , hands in his pockets , head tilted at the smell wafting from a stand he hadn’t dared approach —until now. that’s where she was. quick on her feet , sharper with her tongue. he didn’t need to taste the food to know it had bite. he liked that. the kind of woman who could call you out and feed you in the same breath. his brow quirked as she pushed the tray his way. his fingers itched to take something , but the soldier in him still calculated every move. when their eyes met , the air got a little heavier — like the kind before a good storm.
“ didn’t see a thing ? ” he echoed , stepping up with that low manchester drawl and a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “ love , the whole town could be watchin’ and i’d still risk it. ” his voice dropped , teasing. “ and if i do need a nap after this , i’m holdin’ you personally responsible. ” he plucked a slider from the tray like it might vanish if he waited too long and took a bite. his brows rose , impressed. “ alright, now that’s criminal. you serve this at the station , i’d confess to bloody anything. ” cooper leaned a little closer , mirroring her angle. “ tell me somethin ’, chef— d’you flirt with everyone you feed , or am i just gettin’ the vip treatment ? ” the grin widened , cheeky and unrepentant. “ either way , i’m not complainin’. carry on. ”
she really wasn't supposed to be there. she had her own job to pay attention to and if she got caught drinking on the clock, it'd be her ass. however...would one drink actually be all that bad? the night market was an event and not only that, it was also her first one ever. surely it couldn't be considered a crime for her to sample everything that it had to offer, right? besides, she had snuck off long enough to get caught in the predicament in the first place - might as well go all in and accept the so-called free booze, too, while she was at it. "nothing in life is ever truly free," she said, uncharacteristically wary as she accepted the drink. it was ritualistic in a way, the tequila burning her throat as she swallowed it down. it wouldn't be the first of many (it couldn't be the first of many), but she was thankful for it all the same. "also, you might want to consider rethinking that mouth line. it was twice as tragic as just going ahead and drinking alone," she winked.
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 like a seasoned pro , the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. she talked a big game for someone who'd just accepted contraband tequila in the middle of her shift — he admired that. “ ah , but isn’t that the fun of it ? ” he mused , voice low and smooth. “ the danger. the drama. the tequila. ” he tipped his own glass toward her in a silent toast before downing it , expression pinching at the burn before settling back into something smug.
“ that line , by the way , has a success rate of at least one , ” he said , holding up a finger and pointing it directly at her with a wink of his own. “ tragic ? maybe. but now you’ve made it poetic. nothing in life is free , yeah ? 'cept maybe bad decisions at night markets. you’ve just had your first. ” he leaned in just a touch , tone dropping like a secret. “ careful now. stick around me too long , and it might not be your last. ”
jingyi blinked slowly at the scene before her , casually sipping through the straw of her long - island iced tea . this ? oh , it was like watching a drama . or a soap opera — which , they may or may not have seen every episode possible of the young & the restless . living in a town like telluride , rarely did you need to turn on the television to see it unfold before you . she winced in cringing sympathy , ooh'ed underneath her breath when the shot was declined and the person , in question , left with a huff . she couldn't quite overhear what had been said due to the dull roar of other conversations ( one of them was about the last football game , another was about the too - high price of the lemonade , and so forth ) — which may have been best , because it encouraged her to shake her head at him . ❝ what a bummer , ❞ agreed she . ❝ they wanted to keep it tragic for you . ❞ she overheard that part . ❝ what flavour is that ? if it's anything vanilla in the tequila , not a fan . i gotta tell you a secret : you might have been declined because of the … well , your taste . that's okay ! better luck next time . ❞ she said this with no real malice , but everyone knew how that could sound . ❝ the night is still young or whatever . and where you get one no , you get three resounding yeses . ❞ she flashed him a thumbs up . if the flavour was anything but vanilla , she would sip at it in solidarity . yes , sip at it , not chug it in one go .
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 nearly as sour as someone catching him in the act of it. cooper watched his would be drinking partner retreat into the crowd , pride wounded but intact. “ smarter than they looked , ” he muttered , more to himself than anyone else , settling back as if he’d been the one doing the rejecting. the younger woman’s commentary gave him pause. he threw back the shot with a wince , the tequila hitting harder than he cared to admit , then set the glass down with a quiet thud.
“ love , they don’t put vanilla in tequila , ” he said , sucking on the lime before dropping the rind into the glass. his arms braced casually on the barrel top table , shoulders loose with the kind of ease that only came from experience — or resignation. “ but maybe i’ve just gotten used to losin’. not the worst habit i’ve picked up. ” he glanced her way , smirking faintly. “ at least the entertainment’s decent. you got a front row seat to the downfall. ”
Listening to him, now she was curious how many times that had worked on someone, raising brow. "So how many times has this worked?" Katelyn questioned with a small chuckle before nodding her head a little bit. "Alright, a small little drink never hurt anyone and besides I'm off duty anyways." She pointed out, reaching for the drink. "Fine less tragic and one drink for the both of us."
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 rumbly in his chest. “ you’d be surprised , ” he admitted , a waggle of his brow making the tease plain. he leaned in just a touch , like he was letting her in on some grand secret. " not my proudest strategy , but — can't argue with results. " he nudged the tequila shot across the table with two fingers , lazy and confident.
“ off duty , yeah ? ” he echoed , a brow lifting , the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk. “ and here i was , thinkin’ maybe you were one of those professional heartbreakers they send in to keep blokes like me humble. " his voice dipped into that easy mancunian lilt as he tilted his head , studying her with a playful glint in his eye. " what keeps you so busy , miss … ? ” cooper let the question dangle , his grin sharpening just enough to make it clear : if she didn’t answer , he’d happily make something up — and probably something cheeky , at that.
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﹙ ✿ ﹚ 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 magician’s trick , plucking the lime wedge first and holding it hostage between two fingers. “ two drinks and one mouth ? jeez , cooper. you talk like that in interviews and i’ll have to throw you over my knee and spank you. ” she let the threat hang in the air for a moment , let him wonder if she's joking … or not. “ which , you know , might do numbers for the brand , but let’s keep that in the drafts for now. ” she snatched the second shot with a flourish , tossed it back like she was born doing it , and hissed softly as the tequila burned its way down.
“ there. now we both look like functioning adults who make poor decisions in public. balance. ” bonnie wiped her thumb across the salt rim , then sucked it off with a wink. “ and next time you bait someone with booze , don’t be surprised when a professional shows up. ” a pause , her tone shifting just enough to sound like a warning wrapped in sweet honey. “ just don’t forget , captain — this might be a ‘ vacation ’ , but you’re still the face of the franchise. coach called it team building , not tequila benders and public flirting. ” bonnie patted his chest like she was knocking the ego loose from it. “ try not to get filmed doing a keg stand with one of the rookies. i don’t need to be up at three in the morning doing damage control again. remember vegas ? " her grin widened , letting his memory do the work of humiliation for her.
〔 ✱ 〕 … 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 — 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 to be obvious , but long enough to feel like a touch — on the way bonnie sucked the salt off her thumb. slow. deliberate. like she knew what she was doing. down boy , cooper thought before he cleared his throat. subtle but telling. tequila burned less than that look did. “ christ , bon , ” he muttered under his breath , voice low and rough , half laughing like it might cover the way his brain short circuited. “ two drinks and one mouth , and you’re the one talkin’ about spankin’ me in public ? ” his brow arched , that smirk curling at the corner of his mouth — equal parts challenge and confession. “ dunno if you’re tryin’ to keep me in line or drive me off it. ”
when she tossed back the shot like it was nothing , cooper leaned in slightly closer , resting his forearms on the table. “ you ever consider you might be the bad influence here ? pretty face , sharp mouth … dangerous combo. and here i thought i was the one you had to worry about. ” he watched her lick the salt with an exaggerated look of scandal , one hand over his heart. “ tell me — d’you practice that in the mirror , or is it just natural talent ? ”
then , soft enough to feel like a secret : “ ‘cause if that ends up on camera , i’m the one who’ll need pr savin’. ” he let the moment hang , eyes gleaming with mischief , until she patted his chest again — knocking the smirk loose from his face. “ right , right , ” he drawled , sitting back with a grin , “ team building , not tequila fueled flirtin’. got it. no keg stands. no charm. just professionalism. ” a beat. “ though i reckon if anyone’s gettin’ thrown over someone’s knee tonight , it won’t be me , love — especially if you start bringing up vegas. ”
𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 , 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 too much like a dilemma . at least not to sofia , it actually sounded better than venturing out under the soft glow to find her own drinks . a sweet smile unfurled across her lips , hiding the mouthful of sandwich she’d gotten her hands on just moments earlier . perched atop the wooden tables , legs folded beneath one another before hand stretches out the other half of her meal . “ maybe it’s not the drinks that make you look like a right greedy bastard ? ” smile turns into a grin . “ i’ll swap ‘ya , missus radcliffes famous turkey and provolone , sharesies ? ”
〔 ✱ 〕 … “ 𝐚𝐡 , 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 , 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 i go down , ” cooper muttered , eyeing the sandwich like it had just propositioned him. “ ambushed by a woman with a smile full o’ bread an’ blackmail. ” he didn’t move to sit just yet , choosing instead to lean an elbow against the edge of her table , the tequila shot balanced between his fingers with lazy ease. the grin he gave her was lopsided , boyish , the kind that had probably gotten him out of trouble more times than it should’ve.
“ you tryin’ to say i look greedy , and you’re offloadin’ half a sandwich on me ? bit cheeky , that. ” still, he glanced down at the offered food like he was actually weighing the deal , even gave a small , dramatic sigh. “ missus radcliffe’s , though … ” he drawled , low and tempted. “ that is a strong play. haven't been here long and i already know those sandwiches are somethin' else. ”
finally , he tipped the tequila glass in salute , then offered it out to her with a slow wink. “ deal. one tragic man with tequila , swapped for a turkey provolone and a few minutes of your company. seems fair. ” cooper moved to sit beside her with all the ease of someone who’d been doing this kind of banter his whole life. “ you take the shot , i’ll take a bite. then we’ll decide who got the better end of the bargain. ”
