* 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℂ𝔸ℕ'𝕋 / 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐄 .

sofia turned her eyes on the dark haired male over the rim of her martini glass , perfectly shaped eyebrows raising slightly as she listened to him speak. she feigned choking on her drink and put a hand to her chest , “ excuse me ? “ she laughed like wind chimes and shook her head , “ oh no , honey , you wouldn’t catch me dead at that fucking thing. “ she pushed thick brunette hair over her shoulder and pulled out a pack of cigarettes , you weren’t allowed to smoke in here technically but as if she was going to follow that rule.

     ❝ if the cobras have something up their sleeve then the party might just be a death sentence. ❞ he chuckled darkly with a shrug of his shoulders before pressing his lips together in a tight line. he leaned forward and picked up the glass of whiskey that was in front of him. there was a smirk on his face as he took a sip of his drink. ❝ i didn’t you’d be going, sof. ❞

                 ‘ i think it’s extremely stupid for any of us to be going , ’ she stated as her eyes focused on the coffee cup that was in front of her. it was the cobras stunt at the memorial of someone she held dear to her heart that caused her to go into her downward spiral , caused her to lock herself in her apartment for hours on ends , days and almost weeks. pushing her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose , wanting to block out the sun from her hungover hues. ‘ if anyone goes , they’re just as much as a traitor as everyone else. ’

     ❝ i mean, do you think we should send like one or two people to keep an eye on things ? ❞ he wondered, still not completely okay with that idea either. any savage that went with the intention of having a good time on the ruins of their deceased leader’s mansion had no respect for the gang in blake's eyes. ❝ who knows if they’re planning an ambush or something, the party could be a red herring. ❞

❛ ———– so it’s true then.  ❜ her voice is flat, perfectly manicured nails click on the table as she shakes her head. there’s a part of her that feels nothing more than UNEASY for certain but nothing of this is spoken to, in fact, naomi simply nods her head in reiterance,  blinking back the deception that tore a STALWART organization to pieces,  ❛ they are dancing on the skeletons of the empire.  ❜

     ❝ we still have a decent amount of members, m’am. a phoenix rises from the ashes of it’s predecessor and that’s exactly what niko is going to do. ❞ he wasn’t sure whether or not naomi would take his remark as him calling balthazar easily replaceable. he never ever spoke ill of the savages in any way even when they would sometimes piss him off. ❝ are you going ? ❞

the night air bit at maddox’s exposed legs as she walked down the street, her heels clicking prominently against the pavement. night was calm, night was empty. it was the perfect time for mads to clear her head and she was taking full advantage of it after a hefty day’s work. taking a seat on the bench, the redhead gazed up at the sky. astrology had always been something that interested the girl; the idea that your life could all be dictated by the stars. 

grabbing a fresh cigarette from the packet, maddox placed the straight delicately between her lips before patting down her pockets. shit. no light. glancing around the almost abandoned park, she caught sight of a figure. “hey! excuse me! you gotta light?” she cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow in the shadow’s direction.

      blake would normally have kept walking but the fact that he had his own lit cigarette in his mouth gave him away. also, this was a fellow savage member and it would be incredibly rude to ignore her. he reached into his pocket and pulled out a zippo that was decorated to look like the yin and yang symbol. ❝ i got you. ❞ he assured, handing the lighter to the other. ❝ did you just get done with a shift ? ❞ blake asked before bringing the Marlboro Red to his lips and taking a drag.

HER FACE is scrunched, nose curled as if she’s not sure what the hell was put on her plate but as she slides it away from her with a deep clear of her throat mariko swallows down the worst of whatever concoction that was and folded her hands together with some mockery of grace. ❛  i mean, i guess what else can i expect from diner food at two in the morning, huh? ❜

      it was late and whoever was in the kitchen probably cared little to none about the quality of the food. he sat across from mariko and munched on his own meal, a large order of fries. ❝ there’s nothing wrong with mine. i mean, you could always send it back and ask for something else ? ❞