#blakecastillo

when + where january 29th, late evening. at thane auto shop

Andy hated not having the clubhouse. Nights like these were made much simpler when he could sit at the table, had everything he needed right there in front of him, or within twenty feet. Now, he’s in Jeremiah’s office at the auto shop, long past closing time, working through the finer details of the club’s latest shipment. He didn’t mind the details -- Usually this was his forte, but his mind was everywhere but with himself tonight. The quiet was welcomed, just the sounds of music playing softly in the background while he worked. It’s not a common occurrence, between the MC and the four kids running around his and Rowan’s home. It’s a welcomed change, even though he’s getting through his work painfully slow, mind wandering. 

Had there been anything other than Fleetwood Mac playing, he wouldn’t have heard the sound of someone at the door. It’s a light sound, but it has him narrowing his eyes, reaching for the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. Andy waits for a moment, watching the door as he debates on what to do -- Part of him, a piece that’s far more paranoid than he wants to admit, braces for something worse to come, for bullets to come flying through the window. Only when it doesn’t, he stands slowly, crossing the office hesitantly as he pulls his gun out, ready to shoot at a moments notice. Hand on the knob, Andy takes a deep breath before ripping the door open with his gun drawn. He’d rather deal with the guilt of pulling a gun on friend or some poor stranger, than go in with his guard down.

On the other side of the door, however, is something he could have only come up in a nightmare. Blake’s slumped against the doorway, covered in blood and bruises, and what looks to be a gun shot wound. Andy knows exactly what this means, a hollow feeling sitting in his chest because of it -- He didn’t think putting Blake on this job was a good idea, for the most obvious reasons. Jace isn’t even a month old, and while he can understand the feeling of being stir crazy, his mind goes to every worst possible scenario long before she shows up here. The last thing he wanted was to be right, to see now that what happened tonight was something far worse than anything his imagination could come up with. Shoving his gun back into the waistband of his pants, Andy wastes no time getting to her. “Blake,” he begins, eyes wide and wild as an arm comes around to her to try and steady her, pulling her into the auto shop. “Blake --” He says again, unable to find the right words to say in that moment. “C’mere, I can -- Get in here.” Andy pulls her into the office, dropping her into the chair he’d been in moments ago as gracefully as he can. “You’re okay, kid... It’s okay, just -- Fuck.” Once she’s in the chair, he moves to shut and lock the door, taking a deep breath as he gets a good look at her. Andy knows the shipment is long gone, and given that Blake is alone -- Jamie is as good as dead. Pulling his phone from his pants, he makes a quick call to Rowan, leaving details vague but conveying the severity of the situation. 

His eyes never leave Blake, jaw clenched as he approaches her, setting his phone on the desk. Kneeling so that he’s at eye level, his hands cup her cheeks so that she’s forced to focus on him and not the pain she’s clearly in. “What happened, Blake?” He begins with the obvious, tone level but firm. 

LOCATION: Blake’s place

The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions ─ making sure everything is planned perfectly for the Gender Reveal. What did tug on her heart is seeing her cousin and her partner’s reaction once seeing the blue erupt in the backyard. Not only did it bring tears to her eyes, but one thing she didn’t let go unnoticed is the kiss shared between the expectant partners. Teagan loves Wes and thinks of him as family. There are moments when she just rolls her eyes at him and whatever is coming out of his mouth, but it comes from a place of love, nonetheless. She couldn’t see her cousin with anyone else ─ even though the recent complications about his surprising marriage along with wife's appearance in town. All she wants for both of them is to solve their issues, or at least work through them to trust each other again because diving into the deep end and potentially hurting each other like times before brought out destructive sides of both of them. This time, the scenarios different because there’s a child coming into the world. So while her intention tonight is to spend with her cousin, making sure everything is okay and if Blake needs anything, the older cousin wants to make sure to know what’s going on in the other’s head.

After finishing their take-out order from Calliope, one of her favorite places in town, the auburn-haired female let Trixie and Zeus roam in the spotless backyard before flopping beside Blake. “Oof.” It slips from her lips in an exasperated state, feeling the exhaustion of the day and the laborious hospital shift cause her to melt happily into the cushions. “God, that was a good dinner.” It didn’t help that Teagan opted out of lunch today because she’s all too focused due to work and searching for a new case that came through the emergency room. It’s a lecture that she doesn’t want to have from her cousin ─ even though it’s deserved. The detail will stay with herself. “Snuggle up, we got a little bit to talk about, prima,” she begins with an arched brow and stern falsetto. She pats her lap letting her cousin know to lay her head down and use Teag as a cushion. It’s something they do often: starting when they were little kids. “You’re going to tell me about that kiss. Spare no detail as to what you were thinking in that moment.” 

Sasha had wanted to leave the party right after she had talked to Wes, but it was then that she caught the woman of the hour. That was Wes’ girl, like he had called her himself, and it surprised her that she had already met the woman on one of the first days in town. To be exact, she had made her spill the coffee that she had been drinking and Sasha could very well remember how curious she had been about what she was doing in town. The woman made her way over to Blake, she couldn’t leave without congratulating her, right? “Hey, sorry to interrupt. I was just here to meet Wes and I couldn’t leave without congratulating you. So a mini Wes? I’m sure that he has let you know that we are searching for a lawyer? Needed to let him know I found one.”

MUSE MONDAY — honesty hour.

Generally, Rowan is a pretty selfish person. It isn’t something that she has ever tried to hide through words or actions and most people around her are aware of this. She’s a firm believer that her happiness is important, and she’s never had a problem holding her own happiness above other’s, not really believing she should sacrifice her own happiness for someone else. However, there are always exceptions to that rule. “My kids, but I think pretty much anyone out there who’s got ‘em would agree. I’d give up anything for the two of them. And Andy, to a degree. We’ve both given up things for each other – but that’s just how a relationship works. We compromise and we sometimes we have to do things we’re not happy about for each other if the time calls for it. Wouldn’t really call it ‘giving up my happiness’.”

oliver was never one to approach things with dignified care. he was a time bomb, bursting life and an undeniable desire to please in ways that were more than unconventional. but with the brewing chaos that festers madly within this town, it was hard to find a segment of time where being completely himself felt right. he’d hate to emerge, bright and effervescent, only to stare blankly into the faces of people who would rather bury their heads down due to pride or fear rather than spring to life. 

so, when he sees blake, he does his best to revert away from what he’d usually do. at least that’s what his therapist would suggest and she was usually right about these things. blake did just lose someone, and the whole community center business was another real pain in the ass. he nods to her in greeting, leaning against the wall beside them.  ❛  you good ?  ❜ he questions kindly, that same sweet, charming smile gracing his expression. that he couldn’t help.  ❛  you want drugs ? i got drugs. or alcohol. we can go that route too. let’s get fucked.  ❜ remember that whole thing about ollie deciding to approach things differently ? yeah, it’s out the window.

LOCATION: First floor ─ at a table 

When Teagan arrived at the Harris House head-to-toe in her Ariel ensemble, the first thing the auburn-haired woman did was scope out the heaps of food and candy options. Others went to chatter amongst themselves, but her focus is on the first then socializing later. All of the items laid out looked amazing and made her mouth water. She’ll be experimenting tonight, knowing clear and loud that she’ll end up going home with a stomach ache and a groan slipping from her lips because of her horrid indulgence choices for tonight. Though when her chartreuse hues fell upon the bowl of pink starbursts as her mind wandered to her cousin at her gender reveal. It was a natural reflex to take the pellucid bowl in her grip, checking her peripheral vision if anyone saw the crime, but someone would eventually witness a missing bowl. It’s just an empty space sitting on the table, begging for attention. Too late, the Ariel dressed woman thought to herself before treading rapidly from the food to spot her cousin dressed up as Daenery’s Targaryen with Wes as Khal Drogo, as she set the bowl down and occupies the seat next to the pregnant woman. “A whole bowl of pink starbursts were just sitting there. If it isn’t fate, then I don’t know what is,” she huffs out a breath and stifled chuckle, more-so winded by the costume she has on rather than carrying the bowl of candy. Just then, she adjusted her blue gown slightly. “Please tell me you are still carving these pink colored starbursts, or I swear to god, I will shave my eyebrows off and also give my nephew a stern talking to. Otherwise, it looks like Wes will have to eat it up.” 

LOCATION: Blake’s place.

Finishing off the essential details of the nursery is a welcomed distraction ─ as well as needed. Much of the afternoon, both of the cousins exchanged minimal words as they focused on their task or barked at the other to correct what they’re doing. Otherwise, it’s evident both of them are lost in their thoughts. The unexpected loss of Sutton has shaken up the whole town. It feels like everyone has begun to glance over their shoulder, unaware of something could happen next or if another will be taken too soon. Even though John has been making himself at home in her place, his need to protect her caused her to be more alert to her surroundings now. If he’s worried, then so should Teagan. That’s why when the delivery boy from Calliope rings the doorbell, the auburn-haired woman peers out of the peek hole to see who it is before opening the door and checking their surroundings. Afterward, she locked the front door but checked it within a second after almost like Teagan was dreaming of doing something. It’s paranoia, but she’s not trying to let this submerge through. So pushing it down and bringing their order into the kitchen, she wanders back to the completed nursery to see Blake observing, “Took us the whole day, but it looks incredible. He may not see it, but he's gonna love it,” her gentle, songbird falsetto speaks for the first time in a long time. There’s an urge in what to say next, but these two have never been good at not talking. A hand rests on Blake’s shoulder. “How are you feeling? The food’s in the kitchen if you want to head over and get off your feet. I got your favorite.”