#deathbeckons

This had been a long time in the planning stages but it only now seemed to be happening, mostly due a vast selection of increasingly unpleasant circumstances that, admittedly, were all down to Mike’s own actions. Yet through it all, despite his desperate attempts to push Aiden away, he seemed to be the only one that remained by his side. More so than Jax and the Syndico’s. More so than Oberyn.

Mike sat, beer in one hand, lit cigarette in the other, just staring at the full beer waiting on the table for when Aiden arrived. It was a weird feeling, not meeting Aiden for a casual drink and chat, but more the anxiety that was coming with it, and how their friendship would be after it. With everything that had gone on with the other wolves, the realisation that Mike was behind the attack on Peyton’s friend, and the private conversation / argument he’d had in the tattoo parlour with Oberyn, Mike was feeling on edge. Concern ate at him over what Aiden would feel about it all, and if he’d have someone by his side by the time the night ended.

As he took a drag from his cigarette, he let out a small sigh, brows furrowing, leg twitching as his foot tapped on the ground.

We can’t lose anyone else.

[ 6 missed calls ]

Jakoris: Hey, little ass angel, or angel ass. Whatever.

Jakoris: Are you dead? If not, I got a thing riding on this. Since you were half useful before.

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How long had it been since the party? Since the revelations? Since the fight? Lan had all but lost track of time, darkness surrounding him completely with no way of knowing what day it was, where he was or which way was up. Broken. Weak. Vulnerable. Alone.

Maybe that was what had prompted his next move.

Lan had never been the sort to reach out, seek help, always playing the role of being in complete control of what was happening, situations falling into his favour without question. But this was different. He was out of his depth, and the pool of people he trusted was minimal. He twisted his phone between his fingers before making his final decision.

And then he pressed the phone to his ear, and he waited until someone answered.

One dance was owed, and Card was always a man of his word, pacing quickly through the crowds until he stumbled upon Jack, waiting patiently with his back turned, and he gave a smile, quickening his steps until he was in close enough proximity to land a hearty slap on Jack’s backside. “That’s my one touch. I believe you have one owed during a dance.” Smirk still present, he offered his hand, “shall we my good sir?”

Card was the last person to pass judgement, but seeing so many people being openly intimate within a space made him feel...uncomfortable. Maybe because he didn’t consider himself to be much of an intimate person, his own experiences severely lacking in comparison to others in the Hideout. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but this wasn’t what he was here for.

He pushed his way through the masses of sweaty bodies, all dancing and swaying to the music, feeling considerable over dressed in comparison, and headed towards the bar. When arriving he shot the bartender, one who seemed vaguely familiar, a smile. “No drink thanks, I’m here to see the owner. Harley. Is he about?”

SERIES [1/?] / J.DAVENPORT & A.RABAZ

Come and Get It From Me, Sun Heat

Cold blood running through my veins,  Born wild, it’s in my DNA,  No mercy, feel no pain,  I got a heart like a hurricane. 

When the demon she was after finally caught her eye, she nodded at the seat next to her, urging her to approach. As she did, Daya finally spoke. “Azagi Rabaz, you know...your kind are half as difficult to track as I thought you’d be.” She motioned to the free seat with the wave of her hand, the other swirling the wine gently in it’s glass. “I took the liberty of ordering you a drink. Apologies for not knowing your taste but I hope it suffices.” It was some top shelf, hard liquor. None of this cheap crap places could sell. Only the best for potential partners after all.