#freddiefkncrane

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It was quiet at the restaurant, which wasn’t surprising for this time of day, the people of Providence Peak most likely enjoying the sunshine and grazing on picnic foods, probably opting for something heavier once the temperature began to drop. Needing to escape the heat of the kitchen, especially since his team were more capable of prepping for the dinner rush without him watching over them, Albie headed to the front of house, chef’s coat hung back up in the kitchen, enjoying the coolness of the bar area, aimlessly chatting with servers and bartenders as they passed his path, when a man at the bar caught his eye. Though he had never met him before, Albie could just about recognise the man as Freddie Crane, the recognition stemming from late night sleuthing of the Crane Brothers on social media, after the awkward encounter with Nathan and Lorelai that day. Albie didn’t find much, whether it was because they knew better than to post anything, or because he was an amateur in the Instagram stalking department, but recognised the face at the bar from some post the official distillery page posted not too long ago. A part of him warned him to not approach him, since he doubted he’d learn anything more about Nathan (and if he did, it would definitely get back to him), but he made his way over despite the silent protests. “Hey, man. Anything I can do for you?”

who: @freddiefkncrane​

Ximena was horrified to find out she slept in, though realizing she has nothing to wake up for nowadays. It was mostly waiting for her daughter to call her and ending the day with heartache and disappointment. She sat down at the hotel’s bar, browsing for a cheaper airbnb options in case she’ll have to stay in town, though the odds of that felt unlikely. As she heard a familiar voice tone she looked up, seeing a man who was a stranger, to her surprise. She might’ve stared for too long as she accidentally caught this guy’s attention, “Perdón.” She apologized. “You just look familiar and I can’t put my finger on it.”

character: @freddiefkncrane​

After​ a few attempts at catching Freddie at the distillery, Khalil had opted to take a step back and leave a message for the older Crane to take. Box delivered. It was all he’d left behind in a way that no one could grow too suspicious of and even if they did, it wouldn’t matter much. Knuckles fell against the half-open office door of Freddie and once he saw the man behind the desk, he stepped in. “Sorry if I’m interrupting something. I just thought you’d want to know how that box thing went,” he hummed, though his attention was immediately shifted to the roughed up look of the man before him. “You okay? I’ve been meaning to come by here sooner, but we just kept missing one another. That guy was pissed, but I didn’t think he’d actually do anything.” After all, why else would Freddie look like that?

character: @freddiefkncrane

"Your bartender said I could find you up here.” It was a more private room, a bit different from what he was used to when it came to Freddie Crane. “You okay there, Freddie? I know the last time we had drinks, it didn’t go so smoothly, but I thought it ended well.” Given that the guy who’d tried to start a fight with the older Crane had ended up on the floor with a broken nose and other various injuries. “I brought up some gin. One for me, one for you.” It was the closest to a friendship that he’d gotten to and he wasn’t going to leave room for that to fade. “Don’t tell me you need me to kick someone else’s ass too. Just say the name and I’ll do it.” He was joking, mostly, but something had to give.

While normally, he couldn't have cared less about others grievance towards something as mundane as a sandwich shop line, Max couldn't help but follow the other out with a single goal in mind. Seeing as he was at a disadvantage, he forged confidence from nothing and fell into stride beside of the other. After a few steps, a sign came into view. "How do you feel about pizza? I've heard it's some of the best in the city. I'm sure it's no New York style pie, but hey, beats going hungry if you want to join me?"

character: @freddiefkncrane​​​​​​​​​

The agent wondered if the brothers had discussed business dealings as of late, but after a walk through the corn maze with Nathan, Khalil had opted to skip over the crime talk and focus on the fun of the evening. “I’m guessing you’ve already tasted your own offerings for the night? I have to admit, your gin is pretty close to my top favorite bottles right now. I was thinking of asking for one to go,” he hummed, a brow shooting up as he looked over at Freddie. If the bonfire was BYOB, he needed to be prepared. “How’s everything been going lately? You’re heading over to the bonfire after this, right? I’ve heard it can get pretty crazy out there. Is that true?”