#fatalreapers

It had been hectic lately. There were so many things going on, not that Remy knew exact details, but the boys were always off to something. Thankfully, not out of town for overnights or anything, but still, everyone seemed a little ragged. At this point, Remy can't recall who brought it up first, but she had, at least, two girls suggest a party. Things had slowed a bit, and when she thought it was most appropriate, she broached the topic with Tristan. She could say yes, but knew it was really formally his call.

Everyone needed to blow off steam. It was clear when it was announced based upon the enthusiastic reactions. Remy talked to Maria and Sadira to help her plan. Finally, it was set, and somehow, she was nervous as the night approached. She wanted it to go well, everyone to have fun.

Arriving early, she ensured all was set up, handling some small problem with getting some of the food she'd requested. It had her sending the two prospects on a quick errand after she called in a different order. Pizza and wings. People would have to just be happy with pizza and wings.

The blonde was busy with some of the set up, though most was handled by some of the other ladies around. She learned months ago that it was a way they showed respect. She didn't want to reject that even if it was hard for her to let go. Remy wore a black skirt with a green lacy top (img) paired with thigh high black heeled boots (img of boots). Maybe some part of her hoped this outfit would capture Tristan's attention, subconsciously... or not completely subconsciously. The other part of her still felt, a little, like she had to compete with this beautiful women that hung around.

The party was just starting and Remy headed into the back to check on a few things and clear her mind briefly. Nothing started until all the kids were down and asleep so she made sure to stop by the room they were all in, peeking in briefly to check on their sleeping children. As usual, Abel was close to Sutton, the young girl half tucked against him. Fifteen or twenty minutes in is when she finally emerged to check on how it was going. Not quite spotting Tristan immediately from where she was standing - even with her heels on, plenty were taller than her.

Ella's father had tasked his daughter with handling this new deal. It was a test. He often found ways to test her, wanting to see if she had what it takes to, one day, take over for him. And Ella was determined to prove to him she was more than capable. Nicolai Moretti wasn't typically one to consider letting a woman do that sort of job, but his daughter was quite driven and insistent.

The task was to vet them upon the initial meeting, but prior to that, have their people look into them thoroughly. The Morettis didn't get involved with just anyone and it wasn't easy to get in with them. The fact the club got this far told Ella they, either had some connection or had already done something to prove themselves, at least, partially. She knew her father wouldn't bother otherwise.

Meeting with the leaders of the reapers, Ella had some sense of what to expect after the thorough investigation done by her team. Eyes scanned each one carefully, taking them in, making calculations on how to take them out - if any were to try to harm her. None of that was necessary, though, and as they spoke, she felt something - this spark, something electric with Tristan. Of course, this was business, she didn't let it on as they conversed over potential details. The brunette had a soft accent, one that was a mix of Italian and French. Depending how much she spoke either, that one would be more prominent. The conversation went smoothly, agreeing to terms, the brunette informing them she'd be in touch.

Much to her surprise, the male called her. He wanted to have dinner, part of her thought she shouldn't do it. It wasn't wise to mix business and pleasure, but she couldn't resist. She was intrigued by him. Accepting the invite to his home, she had to let him know her team would insist on sweeping the place. It surprised her that he was amenable to it.

Truthfully, Ella was nervous, and that's where her twin sister came in to save the day. She helped the shorter of the pair get ready, ensuring she looked nice but not over the top. It was an effort as the brunette tended to lean more modest than her sister. She had every intention to wear jeans, but her sister convinced her to put on a dress. It was a white dress, but she insisted on pairing it with her favorite black leather jacket. Arriving at his place, her security checked the perimeter first, shaking her head slightly. She understood the reason for all the precautions. Her father had many enemies, and she certainly made her own fair share, as well.

Once completed, Trevor stayed with Ella while Luca and Diego knocked, asking to sweep the home. Satisfied all was well, the men exited. Diego left, per her instructions, leaving her with her two usual guards - Trevor and Luca. Approaching the door, a hint of a smile played on her lips, "Hey," she paused, waiting to be invited inside. Only then - when they'd walked further in, Luca and Trevor remained near the door. As long as they could see her, they likely would remain there, did she bother to continue speaking. "Sorry for all the ..." she paused to consider the right word, "trouble. My father is, ehm, particular," she settled on the word, "given our list of enemies," she admitted quietly, accent peppering through the words.

based on this post ( first bullet )

under normal circumstances, the man wouldn't bother interfere in the personal lives of his underlings, but when one grew to be problematic, you began to look a little more closely - and she seemed like nothing but wasted potential at the side of a man who would never amount to another other than canon fodder in the long run. perhaps that was why he'd taken such an interest in the woman. or perhaps he was just bored and wanted to see how long it would be before the other man realized the games his boss was playing and dared to speak up... if at all.

"don't you ever get tired of having to answer to someone?" a genuine question. hard as it was to believe, he knew what it was like - but unlike most, silas had clawed and fought his way to the top. it didn't help that as of late he'd been running the woman's little boy toy into the ground. tossing more grunt work at him as if obeying would prove his loyalty and earn him a spot of trust and importance within silas' eyes. "i mean, him of all people? surely you could do better?"

based on this ( sixth bullet, except instead of those options, my muse is now with one of your muses gang members/criminal colleagues, etc )

it had been a gradual falling out of his life. when he'd first been put away, she'd tried to go to the biweekly visits - to smile prettily and lie through her teeth that things were fine if not a little tight, but leyla had never gone into detail. wanting instead to have their conversations focus on anything but her own life which had crumbling beneath her feet. eventually, those visits had dwindled to once a month - then once every two - until they'd stopped all together. she'd tried to write in her absence, but after a new deal had been struck... the opportunity just hadn't been there. not if she wanted to be kept safe in the interim.

he'd barely held it together when he'd first seen her happily smiling on the arm of a man she once never would have given a second look, and it had only been her pulling at some nearly long forgotten promise that she'd managed to get him to hold it in until they were alone. "you can't seriously be mad at me right now," she hisses, shooting him a look of disbelief as her head shakes. "did you really think everyone would be satisfied with you being gone? without those debts being paid? whose door do you think they came knocking on when you couldn't, huh?"

roman makes a noise of understanding, eyes dropping to scan over the woman's frame only for lips to quirk in amusement at the sight of his missing hoodie swamping her smaller frame. "unfortunately couldn't get rid of this lug that easily," asher manages to quip, though the words are clearly strained - the actions of that evening still weighing heavily on him. "pretty sure you would've been able to hear those engines from bed just as easy as would coulda from the couch," roman notes, shooting the other man a look as if to warn him away if he's incapable of screwing his head back on straight while stepping in in an attempt to draw winnie's attention back to himself. "how were things tonight while we were gone? anyone give you anything trouble?"

a scoff escapes the other man as he trudges further into the space - heading in the direction of where he knows he'll find a cold beer, and only hesitating long enough to raise a brow in the direction of roman, who nods silently in confirmation. "as if she'd let anyone get away with it." still, it's something asher wants to know just the same.

in truth? no. elias hadn't ever been the sort to forget even the smallest of promises, but neither of them were who they'd been when they'd initially made that pact in their youth. part of her had always thought he might remember it, but simply choose not to follow through now that he had commitments that had been made in blood rather than pinky promises.

pushing her empty glass toward the edge of the table and waving away the waitress who bustles over as if she's been watching them and waiting for a chance to approach, aiyla can't help but releasing a sigh. what if that's what she wanted? predictability? a house? kids? she might not be 'in' the life the way he was, but she knew enough - just as anyone else in their town did. "you were always my prince charming, but now your horse is iron rather than flesh and i worry that i'm not going to be any better than she was. have you ever known me to be unpredictable, eli?" the question is asked gently, eyes almost sympathetic. "i'm not saying no but i - do you really want to lock yourself into that sort of commitment over a promise we made when we were kids?"