#dtdbgic

                         HE’S STILL IN HER BED,     much to emori’s surprise.     (    well    ---   sort of.    it’s not like this is the first time this has happened.     )    she stands in her bathroom,    brushing her teeth in nothing more than john’s shirt,     the cold bathroom tile pressing against her feet.    emori can see him in the bathroom mirror,    her attention often drifting to him,    only to look away after a moment,    to avoid being noticed.     CAUGHT IN A CROSSROAD,    she silently debates her next move.     knowing she should kick him out,      emori goes against her better judgment     &    wordlessly lets him stay.     they’ve done this before   ---    slept together,    then ended up spending the night in the other’s bed.     it’s an odd sensation,    one emori’s not sure she’ll ever understand.    sleeping in the same bed as john typically ends in his arm firmly wrapped around her,     her head resting against his shoulder.    the night is filled with her squirms,    attempting to find a comfortable position in foreign territory.     (     tonight won’t be much different,     she predicts.     )      spitting the toothpaste out,    she wipes her mouth with a towel,     heels turning to face him.     she leans against the doorway of her bathroom,     arms crossed over her chest.     (     she tries to ignore the way it tugs his shirt up further,     leaving her barely covered.    )       giving him a pointed look,     eyebrows raised,     she wordlessly dares him to break the silence that fills the room.       //     @ncncriminalway

          “ Are you really gonna make me sit through this? ” he sights, shifting on the couch where he is sprawled out. He has a home theatre in one of the rooms of his estate. It helps with morale. But he rarely uses it himself. He isn’t a big fan of movies, especially not the ones Esme is always trying to make him watch. It is a quiet night and he should RELAX while he has the chance. But he cannot do that if he is doing something which bores him. He almost wishes his phone would start buzzing with information and something he needs to take care of.   // @skaifayas

                Dark eyes fix on Bellamy, a lopsided smirk painted on her ruby red lips. “Bell,” she says, her tone slightly suggestive. “Need a new commission?’ she asks, the both of them knowing they aren’t talking about art. “We may have something you can take care of, if you’re up for it.”

 “you name it. I get it done. is that how this is going to work?” he asks, lifting his eyes from the burning end of his cigarette. he doesn’t work so well with orders. but he’s able to function just enough he thinks, their box isn’t too tight. if it ever did though? he doesn’t think of it. never know what they could find out with one look at you. he’ll think about all that later. 

“ Did you know that you have a wonderful little smile, Emori? Very kissable. “ 

Drug trafficking, drug sale, drug possession

          It is with an EXHAUSTED sigh he walks into the den. It has been a long day between meetings at the race park. And below it. “ Had to fire two of my guys today. ” he mutters as he walks over to the drink cart, pouring himself a glass of scotch. They both know by firing, he means he had them killed. No one RETIRES from this life. He hates having to take out his own employees. But it doesn’t help when they make trouble of themselves. Two of them had been stealing money from him by taking small amounts of shipments to sell themselves. “ Anything happen while I was gone? ” // @azkeyva

         “ For a girly drink, this is pretty good, ya’ know. ” he downs the rest of the liquid in his glass before he glances back at the blonde. She is always mixing and trying new drinks, and he isn’t COMPLAINING when he asks him to try it for her. He gets free booze and nice company.  She could serve him something absolutely disgusting and he would still drink it for her. He likes Clarke, a lot. And he can tell she is hesitant because of his position, but it only draws him in more. He likes a challenge.  // @ai-laik-wxnheda