play with fire

the club was dead ( no pun intended ) since lola had started working there.  but that wasn’t very surprising given someone died there recently.  still, having just arrived at the club, she was hoping for a little more excitement.  finally ending her shift, lola began to walk from out behind the bar, just as someone was approaching.  “sorry… someone will be out in a second.  but i will stick around if you wanna buy me one too?”  ( @eclatantstart​ )

Nathan hadn’t expected to see anyone around right now, most people weren’t up for sticking around here right now. He’d only come back to pick up a disk drive that he’d left information on. Shaking his head he held up the drive. “Just picking stuff up.” he smiled a little, “Plus I’m not much of a drinker.” Weed was more his style. “But I’ve got... other stuff if you wanted to join me?”

in times like these, naima understands how people have vices. Hell, this would probably be the best time for her to take a cigarette break but alas, she’s never even tried one. instead, she’s taken a moment outside of the investigation at hand to take breathe or eight. At least in an alleyway, she’d get away from some background noise. It’s not long before she realizes she isn’t alone and she looks over to the other. “Hey…are you alright, love?” 

Investigators were probably the last people she wanted to see right now. No matter how little she had to do with the murder or any whispers about the family her mind always brought her back to being a child. Dozens of case workers and investigators talking to her like she was a criminal or something put a dark stain on her mind. “Yeah.” she forced a smile, “I’m just... I don’t death with death very well. Especially not someone I’ve spoken to the same day.” Even if she’d only asked him if he’d needed a drink she’d still spoke to him.

Aleksy, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans and a red sox cap pulled down tight over his brow, caught one look at the am dram performance in the alley way and decided that for his own well being, he would just ignore the fuck out of that.  Until his fucking conscience got the better of him. He knew the womans face, may not have known her, but fuck….Nat’s good nature was rubbing of on him. Fuck sake. When she looked up, he was standing in front of her, a hulking form tucked tight into a worn out, brown biker jacket. “….stop trying to break your hand” he said, because he hadn’t a clue what else to talk to her about. “That would put you out of commission.”

Laughter tore from her throat, “Well that’s true.” she looked at her hand, it probably wasn’t broken. Her dealing would be slower now, maybe not as many card tricks for a while. Turning to look at him she noticed the man, mostly from his voice. “Have you broken your hand before? How does it feel?” Hopefully she hadn’t actually broken it.

   roger leaves no stone unturned. after paying his part of the deal with the detectives to roam the crime scene as he pleases, the man can hardly stand still for long. he is on high alert — listening, watching, waiting for something. anything. the alley is a hotspot for those looking to take a breather from the investigation process, but he’s been sure to keep a careful eye on it and its occupants. the blonde surprises him as her fist collides with brick and roger oversteps by making his presence known. “ there are medics inside who can wrap that for you, you know. ” his tone offers nothing. he is void of emotion. “ do you think you broke it? ”

She didn’t make many connections with people there, she wanted to but there was always that layer of worry. ‘How long will this place last?’ that was probably her most frequent thought. One person that she couldn’t avoid knowing at least a little about was Roger Bardet. “Yeah. Yeah sorry I just...” she trailed off, looking at the quickly bruising skin. “I’m fine, I’m just not good with police.” It would be rude of her to complain about death bothering her right now, considering who she was speaking to. Plus she wasn’t exactly lying.

NATHAN SHIN; he didn’t know aiden in anything more than passing. he usually stays away from the violence of the gang. as much as he knows what the gang does it’s different actually seeing someone like that die. for him, the reality of this life is really sinking in. he’s taking an extra moment to realize that he’s in a dangerous place.

                       “ FUCK ! “, JACK YELLED as soon as he left the club. aiden was a good man – one of their best soldiers, and f a m i l y. the news had hit jack like a tidal wave. losing a member was always hard, but it was part of the job… no matter how sad that truth was. but this was family. “ he has a wife. kids. “, the blond hissed through gritted teeth as he let his shaky hand run through his messy locks. he hadn’t noticed someone walking up to him in all his rage. “ i swear to god we will FIND this bastard and… “, the man began but didn’t finish his sentence as the footsteps get through to him and he realised he was out in public – better not to make any threads for anyone to hear. { @eclatantstart​ }

After making sure Lavender headed home Charlie stayed around the club, this was an attack, he’d known Aiden, he’d helped train the guy and now he was dead. He’d been around too long to even pretend this was the first time he’d lost someone, but here of all places. That was different. Looking away from his phone, happy with the text that Lavender had gotten home he spotted Jack. “We’re gonna let the fuckin’ cops do their job.” He spoke loudly glancing at the few people who were still lingering around. It was bullshit, and they both knew it but the cops would be sticking their noses around and asking questions. “Too many ears around right now.” He muttered. “You’re one of the last people we need looked into right now. You know that.”

••••Pulling up beside the other, Jacqueline rolls down the passenger’s side window. “Alright so what’s the plan for today? I just dropped off my latest shipment and have at least a few hours to kill before a possible buy.” The blonde leans their arm across the back of the passenger seat. “Wanna grab a drink? Or some food? I was hoping I wouldn’t just end up at my place cleaning guns for hours…again.” The arms dealer didn’t have too much of a social life going for her. “First round’s on me if you’re in.”

( @eclatantstart )

"My plans?” Shaking his head he looked around, “I’m taking a walk, I’ve got no fuckin’ plans tonight.” Wait for Lavender was basically his only thing. He was just checking up on things today and he’d not run into anything interesting. “Whatever you want, I’m just going along for the ride or the drinks.”

( natalie dormer, 36, female, she/her ) i’ve heard more than my share of whispers about MAE CHANDLER, you know — word on the street is the BISEXUAL & AQUARIUS works as a GAMES DEALER, and they have a reputation of being + COLORFUL and + SELFLESS but also - OBSESSIVE and - DESTRUCTIVE. well, would you look at that? they’re entering club éclatant as we speak. bright teasing smiles, a burning desire to be liked and quick hands that seem to never stop.

here’s mae’s updated intro! I’m going on hiatus today but i’ll be around for a while to plot and try to do a few replies before I actually leave! but I would love to plot with everyone!