#damnaticn

❝ please tell me you’re going to talk about anything but the fair. ❞ by now, eve had heard enough about the brawl to last a lifetime. and if one more person asked her if she saw who threw the first punch, she was going to punch them. work was exhausting and talking to men was exhausting. so the second she had spotted celine in the club, she had slipped past everyone to get to her. eve curled her fingers around her wrist and smiled, tugging her towards one of the booths towards the back of the club. if anybody bothered her, she could easily let them know she was occupied. ❝ i need a goddamn break from all these.. fucking men. ❞ she pulled a face and slipped into the booth, smiling easily at celine as she patted the seat beside her.

eve didn’t even know why she had gone to this stupid fucking anniversary thing. perhaps she had deluded herself into thinking it would be a bit of harmless fun. as if she didn’t know she would see leo there. and god, was that still a stab to the chest. she hadn’t eaten anything before she left for the party and she hadn’t eaten anything since being there, so the alcohol she was consuming was hitting her a lot faster than usual. she finished the last of her wine and ordered a round of shots, smacking west’s arm. ❝ drink these with me. ❞ he was not getting a choice. he seemed in the same boat as she was, anyway, so getting drunk was good for them both. eve picked up a shot glass and lifted it to her lips, swallowing the liquid in one and slammed the glass down onto the table. licking her lips, she could taste the sourness of the alcohol on her lips and she smiled, turning her head to look around them. her eyes settled on celine after passing over leo and she wrapped her arm around west’s shoulders. ❝ you know what we should do, west? i got a really fun idea. ❞ lips pressed against his cheek and she giggled, reaching for another shot to take. the glass was held loosely between her fingers as she patted his cheek with the other hand. ❝ you should go and tell celine to meet us in your room and we should fuck. ❞ the last word was accentuated with her tongue clicking against the mouth of her mouth. eve threw the glass onto the table and pressed a kiss to west’s mouth, tasting the alcohol on his lips and chasing the high she got from it. ❝ yeah, definitely do that. go and tell her to meet us in your room, baby. ❞

❝ dude, i think i broke multiple bones in my hand and you have a fucking cut on your cheek. i think you’ll live, so you’re gonna sit down and shut up before i make it worse. ❞ eve, the only person in town able to found trouble wherever she went because she was the damn trouble. but it wasn’t like the guy she was arguing with was going to make it worse. everyone was a little worse for wear after what had happened and eve just wanted to see bobbi at this point. she slipped into the examination room and pouted. ❝ i think i’m beyond repair, bobbi. my hand is broken. every bone. shattered. ❞ she was the most dramatic person in the world. her left hand cradled her right against her chest, bottom lip jutted out as far as she could get it. she sat up on the bed and sighed heavily, dropping her hand down onto her thigh with a thump. for added effect, she made a little noise from her throat. ❝ am i gonna live to see another day, doc? i’m gonna have a lot of sad gang members to cheer up after all this is finally over, you know. i need to be good as new for them. ❞ she winked and kicked her leg out, pressing the toe of her boot against bobbi’s thigh. by now, she was just restless and wanted to make sure she hadn’t sprained anything in her hand so that going back to work wouldn’t be a problem. she was certainly not the worst of the people waiting, but bobbi certainly deserved a break from dealing with pathetic, whiny men who thought their limbs were falling off just because there was a bit of blood. 

he had to get out of the clubhouse for a minute. everyone was tense and about ready to blow and he just needed to clear his head. perhaps it wasn’t the best idea, but it wasn’t like he was a reaper. he was safer than any of them would be right now. until, of course, more blood was spilled. his head was aching and he needed to eat something, so he stopped by miss gina’s to grab something to go. he ordered and took a seat next to a booth, barely registering who was sitting there until he heard cutlery clanging to the floor. without a second thought, oliver reached down to pick up the fork, placing it down on the table with a tired smile as he came face to face with a young boy. ❝ gonna need that to eat your food, mister. ❞ his gaze averted towards the opposite side of the booth and caught eyes with abigail garza. this was going to be good. ❝ gale. ❞ he fucking hated treating people he had grown up with as strangers, but gale was something different entirely. she had been born and raised a diablo, primed to join them when she was of age. and then she had become a reaper instead. and oliver hated to say it made his skin crawl to think, but it truly did make him a little sick to think of it. ❝ if you need a new fork, i can grab you one. ❞ but, oliver was nothing if not a gentleman.

“Believe what you want.”  Tobias Kelly has a way of speaking that makes it feel like you’re losing your mind, a way that creates doubt where there should have been none. A gift to him, but a curse to everyone that is forced to deal with him, no doubt. Broad shoulders shrug, as if it makes no difference to the hacker, before sigh is forced from lips. “But don’t come crying to me when you’re wrong, that’s all I’m saying.” @damnaticn​

eve had considered that perhaps she had heard bobbi wrong. but she knew that was unlikely. bobbi always held her full attention when they were together. if bobbi was speaking, eve was listening. they had always been the same, ever since they became friends. so when bobbi had told her that she had slept with leo, eve had heard it, loud and clear. she cleared her throat and laughed a little nervously, lifting her glass of wine to her lips to drink heavily from it. it was empty before she could make a comment and she grabbed the wine bottle to fill it up again. ❝ that’s great. when did that happen? ❞ eyebrows raised a little and eve rested her elbow against the edge of the table, chin rested into her palm. she had brought this upon herself and she knew that. why hadn’t she just told her how she felt for leo? oh, she knew exactly why. she had been betrayed before and perhaps bobbi would never do that, but the thought alone was enough to put her off for life. 

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               "Watching Disney movies with a ten year old you is an accusation that I won't take lightly, Celine. I just so happened to be a pretentious fifteen year old who was very much into deep music and deep shit, thank you. But I may have hung around to keep an eye out. You might not recall this, but at that time there was a creep lurking around the area – a few break ins, a missing kid or two – and I had no fucking clue where your parents were."