𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

“i’m hurt that you think a face as pretty as mine could even survive in prison for poisoning someone. surely i’d end up being someone’s bitch or something. prison wife? bitch? that’s what they’re called right?” danny rambled, a amused smile resting on his features as the other took a chocolate one from the box. “yeah, yeah okay fine! but it’s not even cheat day - i guess one bite of one won’t kill me.” danny sighed dramatically, pulling a yellow cupcake with strawberry frosting from the box - he removed the liner from the bottom, and took a decently sized bite. “see? i definitely wouldn’t have just poisoned myself.”

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alastair: erm, have you seen rory? @lionheartedx​

The scoff made his eyebrows raise, the comment, made him decide this one, was stuck-up. “Clearly.” he responded and moved around her to take his seat, looking up at her “Not great with customer service are you.” he snorted back and moved his ‘shit’ as she put it. “I’ll take a refill, if you’re helping the waiting staff.” he winked.

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Violet’s brows knit tightly together, expression reading somewhere between concern and confusion. “No, I’m not...” but then, he winked. She sighed. “Very funny. Look, since you’re back, and you clearly didn’t dash, I’ll leave you to it and just go wait for my own table. I seriously didn’t mean to impose.” She glanced down, at her phone, noting the time. “Or I’ll just... snag it to go. No harm no foul, right?”

“I mean I think it would be fun to hear you squeak as the needle goes through your tongue, but whatever.” Harlow beamed, letting him know it truly was no hard feelings. He wasn’t up for making anyone feel more pain than they wanted. “The ear works great.”

He pulled himself off his chair and began wiping it down again. He tried not to vibrate with excitement, but it was difficult. He had always thought Leo would look damn good with a piercing and now he was getting it! He was sitting at Harlow’s table and asking him to do it!

“Okay,” He patted the seat. “Up you get; you’re my first client of the day, man.”

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Leo held up a hand motioning briefly towards Harlow. “Let no one say that you aren’t a sadist. Because that? That’s some high class sadism shit.” Biting down briefly on his lower lip, Leo reconsidered every position he’d ever put himself in; and, in truth, he was having a bit of a rough time with this one.

If he hadn’t done it with Katya, why was he going to do it with someone else?

And that was the roughest part of grief, knowing that there were experiences he’d have elsewhere, times when he’d do something new and wonder why he’d not done it with her first. But, at the same time... fuck it. So he climbed to the seat that Harlow indicated and said, firmly, “I legitimately may take this out. Like... immediately.”

It was funny how things turned out, he may not ever say it out loud, but Carson knew his adoptive parents were proud of him, like one of their own, maybe more so because of how he turned out, and was one of the only Vance children to take advantage of the name, even though that didn’t stop him working hard and building his business up brick by brick all by himself.  Not on the calendar? Carson’s brows rose in confusion and surprise, he had just presumed Jason would be in considering his appointment, and it was a little amusing that the other tattoo artist showed him the book like he wouldn’t believe him. Cute. “I know who you are, you come to the club.” And Carson made it his business to know the regulars by name, and usually if they drank, smoke or did drugs, not to mention, their status, which was easy to determine thanks to their mark.

“Right.” he took his jacket off and threw it on a hanger. “Last time I spoke to Jason we had some sleeve idea’s, but this is for my back, not hard really.” At least he hoped not, but it depended on just how competent this guy was at his job. Hopefully, if he worked for Jason, he’d be skilled. “I was a cross. The style, the add on’s, it’s up to you. I don’t give a shit if you want to add roses, wrap a snake around it. Anything. Except tribal, I don’t do tribal.”

Leo braced himself for the fallout, adding, “Look... I dunno what Jace’s status is, and I’m not gonna speak for him. Seriously. You guys can work it out later, if you’d like.” To fuck up something on Carson Vance’s skin? To do something that he despised? It was as good as a death wish, as far as Leo was concerned. But Carson knew him, and of course he did. It was good practice to know who was a patron, Leo thought, and he felt much of the same. It was important to know who was going to give the shop a hard time or nickel and dime them, who would complain over nothing, or who was going to be chill and let the artists work their magic.

But Carson moved forward without a second thought, and Leo immediately jumped into consultation mode. He held a hand to direct Carson to his station, drawing out a sketchbook and a pencil as he did. He focused on the description of the desired tattoo before putting pencil to paper. His brows knit in concentration as he began to sketch out a rough cross.

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“I’ll think about considering your apology, if you behave.” He teases, keeping a serious face for a moment too long before he chuckles and takes another swig of his beer. The notification from his phone along with the buzzing in his pocket brings a brief frown to Ryker’s features before it smooths over and he pulls his phone out of his pocket only to find that Leo had been the one to text him, a small smirk hidden in the corner of his mouth. “Thanks. I’ll most likely use it.”

Gaze finds Leo again, head tilting to the side as the other speaks and, once he’s done, Ryker shakes his head with a quiet chuckle. “There’s really no need to thank me.” He assures him with a playful wink. “I’m glad I could help. You’re kinda stuck with me now, though.” A subtle scrunch of his nose, followed by a laugh.

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“I can think of worse places to be.” Leo, perhaps a little surprised by his own boldness, sinks back further into his hand. And it’s not a conspicuously flirtatious statement. It’s genuine, something deep. Guttural. He takes another swig from the beer bottle, finally tasting a bit of courage among the hops, and he clears his throat.

aaron was sick and tired of incompetent staff. with an angry huff aaron fished out his phone from his pocket to check the time for the second or third time in the past ten minutes. his driver was on his final strike with punctuality issues. aaron glanced over to his left when someone approached him, a brow quirking at the tall dark and handsome man. “if only someone as good looking as you appeared every time something wasn’t going my way…” aaron murmured, a playful glint in his eyes as he dragged his gaze over the man a couple of times. “i have staff for each of those chores… why do you ask anyways. in need of some quick cash? or are you…in need of something else?” aaron pressed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “it’s been awhile hasn’t it?” he just knew. he could feel it. 

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Oh, jeez. Okay. This is rough, and I’m really sorry in advance. Because I’d do a lot of things with a lot of people, and even the ones I’d “kill” are people I like? So I guess let’s just... dive in, amis.

I would fuck Charlie ( @charliexbee ) because she has it all together in a way that satisfies, endlessly. I’d marry Ryker ( @heartstrlngs ) because... I dunno. We just kind of hit it off. And he seemed to get me, which is important for a spouse. And, I’m going to get booted out of town for this, but I’d kill Carson ( @callxaxspadexaxspade ) just because he seemed irritated when we met.

I look forward to seeing how you fix it. I imagine you’ll get creative so it doesn’t come out of your check.

I think so. I’ve definitely loved people before. Romantically? Who knows, but I’m not averse to the idea.

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Not in a conventional sense, no. I think that there’s commitment, and there’s choosing someone. But love? It’s not freely given, nor should it be, and who knows if it even exists at all, other than surface-level.

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Yep. And I’m pretty sure I’ve experienced it once or twice. But I’ve never been in love. Still waiting on that one.

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Absolutely, but it can change forms. Be one thing one day, be something else the next. It doesn’t mean it’s any less important.

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Love is the only thing that keeps us rooted. It’s the only thing that matters. Love comes crashing into our lives and makes us human again. So yes, I believe in love. And I’m comforted by the fact that it never dies. One day, we’ll all be starstuff, but the love we left will live forever.

Bacon. Thick-cut.

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Boudin, sha. All day long.

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Neither. They’ll clog your arteries. But if you need it, turkey bacon.

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Both. With biscuits, a mountain of eggs, grits, and shredded hash browns.

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Neither. I’m vegan.

Someone? Or Rory.

I haven’t actually had a threesome. And I know that’s so basic as fuck, because, awwww, the lil switch wants a threesome. But come on, man. Gimme a pre-established couple, a lovely Dom and perfect sub, and lemme be a glorified sex doll. Come on. Don’t make me beg.