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He keeps a reasonable distance -- Finding himself leaning against the street sign at the end of the block as a way to no be noticed, but still get a view of the action. The last thing he needs is for a cop to see him around, after the few weeks he’s had. It’s late afternoon now, he’d finished his shift at the auto shop and wanted to see how the news was being handled across town. With his bike parked around the corner, Andy lit a cigarette and watched the chaos -- It’d calmed down from last he heard this morning, with only a few cop cars around and caution tape surrounding the Dive. It put a smile on his face, a chuckle following. “Ding dong, the witch is dead.” He says to no one in particular, taking another drag from his cigarette. 

Despite Louisiana’s current lack of real fall foliage, Reina’s red heels still manage to pierce through a few leaves as she walks around the Preserve. The air has for once cooled down enough that it actually feels like fall, and Reina’s oddly grateful for the fur coat she’s been forced to wear as part of the matching costume her daughter had coerced her and Jack into. While she usually just opts for a black outfit and fake blood that turns her into some sort of vague vampire person — or better than that, nothing at all — she’s now decked out in a full Cruella de Vil ensemble due to her inherent inability to tell her daughter no. It’s admittedly not a bad look, and she’s at least got an excuse to consistently be smoking at a family event thanks to the long cigarette holder the costume calls for, but Reina’s irritated to have been roped into it anyway and the shitty beer they’re selling at one of the stands isn’t enough to ease her annoyance. 

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“... this gruesome scene outside a popular night club in Olympus, Louisiana just one week ago. Authorities are still searching for information on the case, though no suspects have currently been taken into custody. If you have any--”

Call him lame, but he loved the stars. And he loved getting the view of a full moon, especially when it seemed like it was a giant full moon. Those were the best. His head was staring up at the stars before he felt the urge to massage his neck. He took a cigarette out and lit it up, before squinting back up at the sky once more. “Do you really think there’s aliens roaming out there?” He asked to the nearest person, “Do you think they’re avoiding us on purpose?”

She’s gone through two rounds of questioning now. Barely nine hours passed since they let her out of her first round before she found herself being hauled into an interrogation room for the ATF’s second stab at her --- they’re frustrated no one’s talking, and that much is obvious even if they try to hide it. Rowan can’t blame them, the clock is running out on this and if they ended up hauling all of them in for nothing, it’s not going to do anything but make them look even more incompetent then she already thinks they do. On the bright side, her dad had managed to sneak her in a pair of flip flops and she’s finally out of the goddamn shoes she’d been wanting to take off since approximately thirty minutes after she arrived at the gala at all. She’s made herself somewhat comfortable --- or as comfortable as any of them can get, she figures. But her fingers press against her temples momentarily, the lack of sleep, the alcohol she had consumed at the event and the stress from the whole thing slowly starting to catch up to her. “What do you think the chances are that clock is bolted to the wall?” she asks, nodding toward the clock on the wall that’s ticking obscenely loud. “’Cause I’m about three seconds away from throwing my shoe at it and hoping it breaks just for some fucking quiet.”

Lettie was determined to be outside more often than not now that she had posted bail. Things weren’t looking great. There was a witness that saw her, though she was sure there were others that could come forward. She was going to have to take the fall for Andy, there was no way around it. It made her stomach twist, but she couldn’t just let him go back to prison. She, at least, would get a reduced sentence. He wouldn’t get that lucky. She felt there was no point in making her presence less noticeable than normal, she was sure everyone knew what the charges against her were. Murder. Her lawyers were working on getting that changed, but for now she would be watching soccer moms pull their kids away from her when they saw her in public. So, of course, she wore one of her more obnoxious outfits and made sure to rev her engine before getting out of her car. At this point it was funny to fuck with everyone.