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Going over the options in her head, movement from the corner of her eye caught the blonde’s attention, the machine next to her having been occupied. Figuring it couldn’t hurt to ask, she leaned in closer, a carefully curated half-embarrassed smile on her lips as she asked, “don’t suppose you’d be willin’ trade some detergent for whatever your heart desires from that vendin’ machine over there?” 

The red hues of the lights that glittered around Rendezvous made Blue believe it was the hues of the sunrise, that he had been there far longer than most. It had dissolved quickly into another scheme, though, and once more time was no more than a construct within its walls. The bass swallowed him whole, and he tilted his head back into the black that danced behind his eyes. Exhaustion was close, but his fingers found his lips and parted them with a bitter pill. He wouldn’t be gone until they’d kick him out, which with his reputation, was always a hit or miss if someone would beat the bouncer

The stillness he found on the swarming dance floor tugged at him, a hand grabbing his and spinning him. He let our a roar of laughter, swearing he could see it vibrate of the perspiration that glistened off the bodies of those around him.

location: hale’s diner

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location: charming auto

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Lucky usually enjoyed her weekends alone, the one time during the week when Flynn’s father had custody of him, but as was often the case he’d managed to miss pick up time and Lucky had been left hanging. It didn’t really bother her, she was used to being the baby momma of a guy who was more interested in motorcycles and committing felonies than being a father, but Flynn was getting older now, starting to notice when his dad didn’t show up, and that made her upset. She was never one to hide how she felt, and even though she’d done her best to smile as she walked Flynn to the playground, now that he’d run off to play with friends, she sat on the bench sulking, her face showing a less than cheerful woman on full display. “Is that dog yours?” She questioned, looking to the person next to her before she gestured towards a dog running near the playground, off their leash. “That is so irresponsible.” She muttered, usually she kept her....Karen-isms to herself, preferring to write a letter to city hall or an email to whatever brand had wronged her, than to actually confront someone in public, but today just wasn’t her day, and god help the person who was violating by-laws right in front of her. 

At some point, Blue had grown tired of wrestling ghosts. He woke up every night in a sweat at a loss of how to fight the monsters he made up in his head that clawed at him under the sheets. He was tired of replaying New York and alleyways in his head with no way of knowing how to change the script. Even if he couldn’t change what happened, he wanted to at least know how fight back in his own head.