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Lyrica was dressed rather plainly tonight, dressed in a red billowing shirt, and a corset paired with tight leather pants. She was sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of red wine, closing her eyes as she let the music relax her. It wasn’t too crazy of a night for the club, most people just wanting to watch the mermen swim about lazily, a few subs dancing with some doms, but mostly everyone was calm.

It wasn’t until she looked at the text that the pictures actually sent. Asta thought she canceled it, because she was half asleep when she tried to send a picture.

[Text: Emily] I am so sorry.

[Text: Emily] I was trying to send you a picture of Bryn...

Yeah, alright, it was Nathan’s great idea to go for a man who clearly didn’t respect others (no one with that many naked women tattooed on their body ever does)  but god, didn’t mean the guy had to be a jackass and throw Nathan out before Nathan even got a chance to clean himself off. Now here he is, loitering in the man’s backyard (didn’t want to go to the front, neighbors hadn’t looked too friendly), in a ruined shirt, trying to decide which pathway through the extremely shady back-alley offered him the lowest chance of getting mugged. Is this all completely Nathan’s fault that he’s in this situation? Absolutely. Is he going to acknowledge that? Absolutely not. Or well, not until he’s safe at home.

He checks his phone, puts his home address into his map app, and groans at the destination time it gives him. Fuck, of course the bastard’s house had to be in the most inconvenient location, not even close to a single subway station or a bus route. Out of the nearest options, there’s the eastbound subway but he’d get home at three am and the southbound’s no better. While Nathan’s fiddling around, trying to map a path that can get him home safely, he hears a peculiar sound: a gunshot coming from within the house that most definitely had only one person in it when Nathan left. That’s strange, Nathan thinks, brain trying to work through all the reasons a man would shoot a gun at this time of night so soon after a hookup. Was he trying to scare Nathan off? That’s a rather odd way to do it if it is. Really, what the hell is he thinking?

Send me "Gore" for my muse to walk in on yours eating a dead body Or send me “Shock” for your muse to walk in on mine eating a dead body. 

      Well, that was certainly not something IT planned on walking into today. His head tilts to the side, watching the scene play out before it, as if this were his own personal show. Its large body coming to lean against the door-frame as his gangly arms come to cross over its chest. The blood smells dead, and that was a little unpleasant, but he was far to curious to walk away right now.

{$}—Kirby straightened his jacket, setting his jaw as he looked at the other person. He might have just bumped into them but he was having a bad day so that made it their problem instead of his.

           “Watch where the fuck you’re going next time or else I’ll flatten you,” he said, bowing up to make his full 5′6″ frame look as big as possible. Which wasn’t much with his lithe frame.

{±}—Lucien stared forward, eyes covered by sunglasses to hide his red eyes. Not that he cared if people knew, but hangovers tended to make sunlight hurt. He noticed someone looking his way, and barely even looked at them before pulling out a cigarette and leaning against the wall of the building behind him.

    “I don’t do autographs,” the former reality star said, lighting his cigarette and took a deep drag. “Or interviews,” he added while exhaling the smoke.

Walking with a few bags over their shoulders, Nebulous is caught up in their own thoughts, glancing across the street, they’ve forgotten something again, but they can’t remember what. They’re absolutely unaware that they’re about to collide with an innocent bystander on the street. 

With all the grace of someone who slammed face first right into a clear door, Nebulous runs right into said stranger’s back. Letting out a soft ‘ooff’, they stumble, nearly rolling their ankle in their way too tall stilettos. Quickly they right themselves, and take a few steps back, their pink eyes wide.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t at all paying attention. I do hope I didn’t hurt you.”