𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

BASICS

name: silas huerta  Age / D.O.B.: novemeber 21, 1982 ( 40 years old )  Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: cismale, him/he, heterosexual  Hometown: brooklyn, new york  Affiliation: cortazar cartel  Job position: sicario  Education: masters in business  Relationship status: single  Children: 0  Positive traits:  kind, loyal, trustworthy, responsible  &. smart  Negative traits: bad temper, volatile, merciless, unhinged &. stubborn

tw: death, child abuse, drug abuse, addiction, teen pregnancy

working in a bar herself, she preferred getting a drink somewhere else, where the regulars didn’t know her and start making a conversation. She could fake being friendly when she was on the clock, but it was only so much obvious flirting she could take without wanting to smash her glass over their head. “i’ll take a martini. and is the kitchen still open, i’ll order some take away.”

he looks towards the femme &. nods his head ❝ yeah you still got some time, what will you be having ? ❞ he slides the menu her way as he begins to make her drink. once finished he placed it in front of her ❝did you see anything to your liking , would you like any recommendations ? ❞ 

“That’s really not needed.” Ophelia was saying before she got distracted. The pup at her feet was begging for attention and the woman was more than welcome to give it to him “Oh my god, I love dogs.” O said as she leaned down and started petting him. “Yours is beautiful, and so well behaved.” 

he tilted his head to the side, observing her ❝ you sure, you can do without some caffeine ? ❞ he inquired but proceeded to look at king, indulging with her. it wasn’t strange that his companion preferred the companion of women, just like he did. ❝ I’m sure king appreciates that &. the cuddles . ❞ 

holding back the sigh, caitlyn stepped inside and glanced around. she had just managed to escape from the blind date that she had been set up to by her friend, mentally making a note to herself to talk to her friend about that it was a disaster. she made her way straight to the bar, in dire need of a drink and forget the latest happenings. taking an empty seat, caitlyn took her jacket off, showing off her black dress that she had worn for that blind date and smiled a little when she saw who was behind the bar. “you could make my day”, she spoke up, casually resting her chin on the palm of her hand, ”by making me some whiskey on the rocks, handsome.”

as he was busy helping everyone else, his eyes finally set on the vixen before him. ❝ caitlyn miller. what a sight for sore eyes ——- ❞ whenever he was there, it would causal flirting, her usual taunting verbatim always causing a brightness in his day. ❝ coming,  right up ! ❞ he follows her request &. as he finished the drink, he placed it right before her. dark hues scanning her vestment ❝ going anywhere special tonight or is that just for me ? ❞ he inquired with the usual smirk etched into his features. 

She’s starving, holding her huffs in as she scanned the options one more time. Devon put the menu down, pulling out her phone and drafting a message to her assistant. She was going to be running a few minutes late to her next task: meet her personal trainer. She wasn’t too upset, to be honest. As she pressed send, she felt the heavens open up as she finally received the attention she was impatiently waiting for.

She gave him a half smile, nodding. “Yeah. You can definitely help me. Can you get me a burger? And, some fries? And… a shot of tequila. That’s it for now. S'il te plaît et merci!”  

   he’s awaiting for whoever gives him a response &. his orbs catch onto the blonde, hearing her place her order, he wrote it down on the iPad &. as she finished he nodded his head ❝ for the burger, do you want everything on it —— lettuce , tomatoes, onions ? ❞ ebony hues meet her grassy ones ❝ &. as for the tequila, we have milagro on special at the moment, each shot is three dollars. ❞ 

second the order to the kitchen, he sends a small smile her way, finishing his sentence the same way that she had done. ❝ pas de problème, magnifique ! ❞ 

Mamá greeted her on her way out with a warning look: Behave. Nora’s brow furrowed.

Silas claimed their father’s seat– and as the Huerta heir, he fit right in, as capable and dedicated to the cause. All that’s missing– a cigar in his hand. Safe to say, their views differed, and this lack of relationship, as well as his ambitions, made Nora’s stomach drop and yet, her gaze lingered on her brother’s expression– to read it, to figure out how he’d been doing. “No te preocupes, I won’t be long. Just have to find some documents,” she assured him, moving over to the file cabinet and opening the first drawer. 

“Since when do you care?” Nora blurted out, even though she did her best to keep her voice nonchalant– if she let her emotions get to her, she feared they wouldn’t cease pouring.  A look over her shoulder at the door, and a glance at Silas. “You don’t have to pretend, Silas, mamáis not in here to tell us to scold us,” she murmured.

he knows that they have worldly different views about who they are &. what they stand for. 

moments like these, he doesn’t know what to say, he’s never been one to be speechless &. neither is she. the reason for them constantly bumping heads, though it’s never been as bad as this. never has he been mad to the point that they couldn’t be more than a few seconds in a room together before they were both, spewing venomous words, words that should never be said between family.  ❝ we’ve decided to move everything digital —— more modern. ❞

Manuel is still quite bruised and busted- not to mention emotionally compromised- but he is appreciative of the slight reprieve Silas is offering. It’s been awhile since he’s let himself relax, though he’s sure the tequila is helping a great deal. He chuckles, holding up a hand in defense, “Fine, fine, I believe you! But, wow, man… I dunno how you do it.” Though, Manuel was a relationship guy. Currently, of course, too. He’d never lived that crazy ‘bachelor’ lifestyle even when he had been single, “Listen, as long as you’re happy and livin’ it up.” He taps the bar to get another shot, “I’ll keep my girlfriend and our good nights, I think.” Even though there hadn’t been many of those lately. 

he’s leaning against the chair in his fathers office, his mother at his side as she always was, being his anchor &. yet, she still enforced that no matter what happens, all that they had was each other &. that his little altercations with nora, needed to be cut short. watching his younger sister walk in, he gives her a light nod &. his mother takes her departure. ❝ how you’ve been ? ❞

he’s on his fifth shot of tequila, along with manuel. at the start they used to be thick as thieves &. now it’s like they barely had time to hang out with another. a small chuckle escapes his brims as he looks at his friend ❝ I promise you, that’s exactly what happened ———  then again, drunk me is very different than sober me. I woke up the next day with three of them in my bed —— let’s just say, it was a good night. ❞ of course Silas has never had an issue spending the night with a girl ( if not various ) now keeping a woman that was the issue. 

The fact that her ego was the thing that hurt more than her body worried Ophelia. Sure she has bruises and a pretty nasty black eye, but it was the fact that she had been bested. It wasn’t a fair fight to begin with, but still. Grabbing coffee for the morning, her glasses covering her face along with the hood of her sweatshirt, the woman walked out of the shop with her bag on her shoulder. Mentally going over everything she needed to accomplish at work as well as trying to figure out an excuse for everything was going to be tough, but lying was what she did well. Paying attention however, was not. She didn’t see the person infront of her till she had ran into them, spilling her coffee all over the sidewalk. looking down at it with a sad face, Ophelia sighed before looking up at them. 

“Well, that sucks. Sorry about that.” 

it was simply routine, walking with king side by side, his four - legged companion slowly keeping up with his pace. it was a sudden rush &. before he knew it, he had a few specks of coffee, on his sleeves. looking up at the brunette, he simply shook his head. king began to scoop up with his tongue, a few drops &. silas sternly called out his name, the dog simply took his position at his side, once again. ❝ no need to apologize, I was about to go inside &. get one, how about you let me get you another one ?  ❞ 

Lonnie sat on a park bench post-run, trying not to focus on his still slightly aching body and staring out across the park. He had one headphone in, people watching, but avoiding eye contact with passerby as much as possible. Except when he sees someone about to step too close to a pile of dog shit left irresponsibly on the path and feels obligated to say something, “Hey, watch ya feet or you’re gonna be real sad in a second.” 

     She just needed an energy boost. Coffee wasn’t doing it anymore these days, and she honestly wasn’t making time to have proper meals during the day, so she made a decision: there was one place she knew she wouldn’t be allowed to leave until she’d finished her entire meal, dessert included. Truthfully, Andrea didn’t want to see anyone but her charismatic instincts kicked in when he called her over. “You really shouldn’t lie to me,” she reprimanded him. A month ago, she would have believed him; now, with one hand bandaged up and the opposite arm uncomfortable placed in a sling, she could only assume he was making fun of her. “You haven’t been in the bar in too long. What are you doing this weekend? Bring a few people and have the first round on me, will you?”

          a small chuckle escapes his brims as he looked at the cherubic femme before him ❝ I’m offended, andrea. ❞  he placed a hand over his heart as if he had been wounded ❝ I’m many things but a liar is not one of them, thought you knew me better than that . ❞ he says with a small smile on his features. ❝ hey, sling &. all you still look hot . ❞ he adds on, leaning on the counter ❝ what can I say, busy busy busy but what kind of gentleman would I be, I’m down for the weekend but it’ll be on the house. I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on, don’t you think ? ❞