#dvvour

the countertop is a mess-- cookies, half a batch--sit between a half empty stand mixer, utensils and a very shiny--incredibly sharp sword. bailey is humming her way through her work-- calm, smiling--even, despite the bruises she’s sporting-- when she hears someone enter the room. she has spent her day training and then getting into trouble with a gang gianna suspects is responsible for her father’s death--she’d made it out alive--but exhausted for her troubles. “honestly after the day i’ve had if you’re not my boyfriend and are just some rando here to kill me... bring it on.” 

blaze: we could go out or stay in, whatever you want

“ i’m jus’ sayin’ pal, i’m a paying customer, alright? i’m the lifeblood of your bar. s’why are you tryin’ to fob me off with this cat piss you call a whisky? no -- no i will not ‘ calm down ‘, why don’t you calm down --- ” 

gabriel: or maybe some pussy

he knew his family all to well and that was why he had decided to live far away from them. he couldn’t stand behind their decisions. but they called and asked him for help, which was rare. but joseph couldn’t say no, not when they were in need. so a big family dinner had been organized. “my family is... a lot. i hope you didn’t mind doing this.” why did he bring blake along for it? because he wanted to show her his family, for better or for worse. the male turned to look at her as they drove up to the big family house. “at least they can cook.” 

“If you’re trying to chat me up--either try harder or leave me to my Whiskey in peace.” 

yes, yes you may :) 

“You got a preference on gender?” He asked, ignoring the jittery mess of hands turning his wheel towards her gynecologist’s office. “I think we should do the shit white people be doing. Have the doctor tell me the baby’s gender and then you pop one of those balloons and shit? At the shower? But instead of blue or pink, a tiara or a grill come out the balloon.”