suggest two people for Chris to have a threesome with || Accepting

     We like to think that everything has a beginning, a middle, and an end. It’s a simple concept to grasp, but the reality is that life isn’t that simple. When the perfect outro plays, sometimes life carries on. The ending to Jimmy’s story had passed, but the days just kept on passing him by. Another drink, another line, another pill, all just debris from the ending that had came far too soon. He was sat in his underwear on the sofa, his luxury apartment was a mess. Empty bottles, empty cans, his coffee table looked as though someone had thrown flour over the top of it. The silence compared to the thumping bass that had reverberated through the walls the night previous was unsettling. His phone buzzed, a text from his second in command telling him to turn on the news. He did so, he winced at the loudness of the TV. Another bust, another announcement from the mayor. He’d been ignoring his duties, focusing too much on personal matters. 

     He called Steve -- his contact in the NYPD. Steve didn’t pick up, the number went straight to voicemail. He tried Mayor MacGilleain himself, again, straight to voicemail. There was only one explanation. Someone was lining the mayors pockets. Dmitri was a prime candidate. 

     "No one has a soul,” the singer caressed the microphone, the sparkles on her sequence dress were the brightest thing in the smokey room. The music was a welcome change of pace from the thumping techno that had been stuck in his head all day. The Snow White was doused in low lighting, Jimmy sat with some less than reputable characters. “There is no great unknown, it’ll all be gone before you know.” The song seemed upbeat, but as Jimmy listened to the lyrics he became resolute in what he had to do. “I’m going to kill the mayor.” It didn’t come as an announcement, it came so casually as he focused on the singer. “You can’t be fucking serious. Too public. No. Stupid move.” Don Lorenzo was a trusted confidante, he was the man who had allowed Jimmy to become as powerful as he was. 

     “Who runs this city, huh? Just because that pricks got an office. I’ve got a fucking office. Difference is, I bought his. Payed for the fucking carpets -- I put that prick in that fucking office.” 

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       there is nothing stefani loathes in this world quite like she loathes normality. you know what   really   pisses her off?  grocery shopping. is there any worse than getting stuck behind  susan and the kids   at the checkout? being rammed by a soccer mom on a mission? that one creepy guy that hangs out in the fruits & veg  a little  too  long? but still, she’s put it off too long and having squeezy cheese and  nothing else  for breakfast for the second time this week was the last straw. 

      she’s in and out in ten minutes, head down, shitty plastic bags bursting at the seems. she doesn’t feel like herself today. the only makeup she wears is red lipstick and brows, in fucking  jeans  and her ex boyfriend’s motorhead shirt, as well as his leather jacket. as the blonde is walking she tries to light a cigarette, the bags weighing down her arms for all of ten seconds before  ccrrRRRRRRSH.    two bags split together. eggs all over the pavement, two weeks worth of food literally in the gutter. 

@psychwtch |  muse reacts  /  soft edition. “And..” Wyatt had random partings of hair in his hands as he looked at a guide he had searched for earlier. “Then just slide this over here..” Pushing it into the other hand but somehow between his fingers? He didn’t understand it completely but it looked like the picture when he held it so he didn’t question it too much. “Now I do that another, what, thousand times?” Leaning back to study his work. It was cock-eyed and multiple strands were poking out at the bottom in a haphazard mess. “Huh..” Wyatt let go of the disaster and ruffled his fingers through her hair, “Nope! Trying again.” That was his tenth try.At least he was putting in an effort.