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Before the warehouse, Sawyer didn’t think he’d ever said more than two words to Angel and even during the plotting, he’d done more listening than talking. Part of it, he knew, could be blamed on his time away, but he’d been home long enough for it to become a lame excuse, and so he wouldn’t dare try and bullshit her with it. Truthfully, he’d been distracted, trying endlessly to figure out where he landed in the club that he hadn’t even paused long enough to realize that he wasn’t the only one. Having been a Primordial since he was twenty years old, a patchover was something Sawyer couldn’t readily relate to. He could only imagine how uncomfortable the transition had been for the former Crooked Bastards, but it still wasn’t something he had any experience with. But it was Angel’s reality, and Sawyer would be remiss if he didn’t take the opportunity to reach out to her— especially after what had happened with their warehouse job.

Spotting her at the clubhouse that afternoon, he fit a cigarette between his lips and approached her, “Hey, Angel.” He hesitated a moment, realizing yet again how horribly awkward he was in situations like this one. The ability to produce conversations out of thin air with someone he didn’t know wasn’t one of his strongest attributes. Even so, he sank down into the seat across from her and offered up a small smile, “Ya got a minute?”

Timeline: 2025 March 19th, Thursday, early morning. Location: Shin's estate in Kamala, Kathu District, Phuket, a little over an hour flight from Bangkok. Mood: Happy, a bit tipsy, a bit grumpy Attire: See above - he does actually take off his shirt at some point hehehe With: Vee, Angel, Dong-ho, Nasir, and friends.

Kyu-bok was excited to be on holiday, having not expected that his parents would have approved, especially after he had gotten in trouble because of the clubbing incident not long ago. It came with a price of his potential suitor Nasir tagging along, but Kyu-bok was trying to stay positive, thinking that at least this guy seemed to be nice and kind - unlike some people who had messaged him in the past.

To her, sobriety hadn’t come easily. If you knew Izzy’s story, you’d know that she’s about six or seven stints in rehab deep (including the ones her parents put her in and the ones she’d found herself) and beyond that, she’d gotten clean a few times with the help of friends. This time was thanks to Ryder who’s been checking-in all night which she expects, his over-protective nature coming to the forefront of his personality in times like these. But she’s found herself with Adrian, who’s working on getting clean too, and some other friends that either didn’t know any better or wouldn’t let her fall down another rabbit hole without a fight. Thankfully, that was Angel. While Izzy knew she had demons herself, she was thankful that when Izzy came and went in and out of sobriety, the woman had her back. They shared a similar story and that made it nice to have someone to talk to. “Hey, baby,” she remarks, popping up almost overly chipper beside Angel. “How’s your night going? Find any good games?” she asks, looking around for the one slot machine Izzy had liked for all of about five minutes. “I like always thought I’d be a good Wheel of Fortune flipper girl— you know the ones that like turn the letters? — So I tried that one for a bit.”