#hellsrazed

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❛  well, you know what they say. never waste a friday night on a first date.  ❜

the bag collapses on the counter and items spill from it. potatoes, an onion, two lemons, a candy bar, scotch tape. they converge around the bottle of advil, a buoy in the middle of bodega pickups. "your potatoes, ma'am." a mock salute as his hand comes to rest at his forehead.

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He sat back, legs kicked up on one of the chairs with hands behind his head. They had some time til open, which meant he could relax a bit while everyone else seemed to be making last minute preparations for the evening. The upside to him only being security, not that she couldn't handle herself. Leon was fully aware that the vampire was capable but that didn't mean everyone else, it was why he was here. However, he hadn't entirely seen her coming in his current position. Eyes were shut, sitting very comfortably with propped up feet. The next thing he knew, his feet were falling to the ground as the chair was pulled out from under them. Eyes open shock as he falls forward slightly as his feet slam onto the ground. "Hey!" He shouts after collecting himself, hazel gaze darts to the culprit and immediately they land upon Sofia. "Was that necessary? I was pretty comfortable."

He wasn't in a good spot, he needed to find cover or at least some place to lay low until he could gather everything. But there wasn't a single place nearby that he could go to where he'd have that ability without raising a few brows. Green eyes searched as he moved down the street, his hand clutching his side as he walked. A wound he'd tend to later once things died down. If they did, if he had the chance. He just needed that break. And it was then his green eyes saw the sign of a familiar shop, but that came with risks all on its own.Mumbling a Romanian curse to himself, Andrei had no other choice. He shoved his way through the door, moving to the back where he knew she would be and where he could hide himself enough. "Please, just wait." He whispers out, hearing the door open as he pulls her to him. His one, clean hand moving to cover her mouth as he hid with her. The silence in the shop making it sound like no one was here, the other saying to check the alley as he must have cut through the shop. Only then when the door opened and closed again, when they were left alone, did he let go of her but he didn't move. Instead he winced just a bit as his hand returned to putting pressure on his side. "I'm sorry....about...all of that." He motions to the blood on her sleeve. "I'll pay for a new shirt."

" what'd you say ? " jackson then looking up as her voice echoed in thoughts. almost taken aback that he had allowed thoughts to be preoccupied. she asks again , and he then picks up beer. " yeah , yeah sorry ... i'll finish this and take another if that's alright with you " jackson then doing exactly that as flat beer makes it's way down throat , and the glass is put back upon counter , " so are you in control of the music or you just like george jones ? " / S. @hellsrazed / sam carpenter

"All of that alone is still plenty of bingo space, so I am not going to complain one bit. And I'm not surprised."