#andreagalan

It might be a bad idea, but so is murder. And probably, so was joining a gang in the first place. He's not so much thinking of logistics - it's the adrenaline. The itchy feeling in his fingers to do something.

White noise is in his ears as the Cartel leader stands across from him in the ring. Well, shit. Alright.

Jacket and sash are gone - so is the vest that had been underneath, and regrettably, his knife. But his hands form hard fists. The crowd is so loud. His eyes are just slightly too wide, lips twitching at the corners as he finally focuses back on her. "Let's go then, love."

day ╲╲╲  exchanging gifts after Christmas, very, very strategically 

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The pros of Andrea Galán: Andrea Galán. The cons of Andrea Galán: Andrea Galán. The woman was just as complicated as Devon. Here she was, sitting in the blacked-out SUV in an alleyway outside the back entrance of a restaurant. A restaurant she paid to have to themselves tonight. Away from the world– just how they liked it. Pushing the door open, she skipped through the door frame into the Italian essence Devon had chosen for the night. A small wave towards the chef– Luca, a friend and highly regarded chef she had met a couple of years ago; obviously, nothing but the best for Srta. Galán.

Finding the candle-lit table, she placed Andrea’s snow white gift box in the middle. Now, all that was missing was her. She draped her trench coat over the seat, finding her way over to the lonesome bartender. “A shot of Patrón,” she ordered. “Actually– make it two,” she said; looking over at the sight of her with a smirk. 

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Penelope’s days became burred together as the years went on. She had been a bottle girl at The Cancún for three years now, and she still loved it. She loved being desired and who everyone wanted to see. Plus, her veteran status as lead bottle girl got her the most tips. What wasn’t there to love about liquor, dancing and barely wearing clothes? As she strolled through the establishment, she was half-dressed for their next private party. Her hair was in rollers, her concealer was baking and she needed another vodka Red bull to continue her routine. Shimmying behind the bar as she poured a tall Redbull into a glass, swaying to the sound of the music filling the venue. Her hand reached for the handle of vodka when her eyes met Andrea’s and she gave her a smile. “¡Buenos dias!” she greeted her with a chuckle.

“Ready for another fun night, jefa?” She asked her. 

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Devon’s eyes were glued to her phone as she texted her. She hadn’t been excited to see someone in a while. She didn’t know if it was the liquor or the drugs making her feel the things she was. The loud music and strangers surrounding her suddenly becoming a blur as she mentally checked out from her last appearance of the night. All she could think about was seeing her again.

The clock struck two in the morning and she watched the club become emptier. That was her cue. Devon found her driver and she was off for another round of shenanigans. Pulling up in front of the sky scraper, she waltzed in past the door man waving her fingers as she entered the elevator and ascended up to the forty-fifth floor. The raven-haired girl strolled into her oasis, heading straight towards her liquor cabinet. She pulled the brown liquor, placing the unopened bottle and two glasses on the bar as she waited her arrival. 

A part of her was exhausted. She could’ve gone to bed that very second but she wanted to see how Andrea Galán was going to make up for their time lost. She stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about what would happen tonight. 

A bead of sweat drips down the back of her neck, but she barely notices how hot it feels inside the club. The cool air outside would relieve her, but she's pressed up against some girl who's name she can't remember. Teeth are pressed into her neck, while they move together to the beat.

All of it's just a distraction. After the auction, she'd dove headfirst into work once more - both Syndicate and civilian - as a way to make sure she doesn't stop to think. For a second, for a moment. This is no different.

Too lost in sensation and music and whatever pill that same girl had tucked under her tongue in the bathroom, she hadn't noticed that she was pressed up against someone entirely different. The intoxicated haze makes it hard for her to keep up, to register the words hissed into her ear.

It makes her laugh, when she pulls back. "Yours?" She presses against Ava more, gripping her top with one hand and the other sliding up to her neck. "What're you gonna do about it?"

💜💖💓(+more than friends)

She’s dressed in snake motifs, in beautiful blue and gold- in fact, if Mars were to stand right beside her, they would match almost too well. Like they’d come together. A little couples’ costume. There’s an odd macabre mirth to it- the golden skull on his shoulder and her shimmering snakes wrapped through the fabric she’s wearing. All in their cerulean and black. And of course, Andrea looks gorgeous. She always does. 

Mars walks himself over to her side. The familiarity is bittersweet- but it’s not like he never sees her any more. The relationship is fractured, but Mars isn’t at this function to talk boundaries and business (though it often ends up happening anyways, wherever he goes). And he’s never one to shy away from a conversation, regardless of how it may end up. “It’s like we match a bit, innit?” His voice is a deep timbre before he swigs his rum and coke. “I’d have to say, you wore it best.” Perhaps if they could find a matching third from the Syndicate, they could accomplish world peace. The idea makes him smirk to himself. “How’s the club?”

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

Nothing other than the usual seasonal ones, like pollen and dust.

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they’re lying?

Lying is a part of the job to an extent when trying to extract information from suspects. In his personal life, the only time he lies is if he's trying to protect someone he cares about from information that might upset them. It's easy to tell when he lies usually because of how long it takes him to respond.