#prmiscuity

“Thank you, Piers.” Chris whispered, leaning in close, their lips so dangerously close together. It felt so...odd, for their states of undress to be so contrasts, with Chris still up in full gear, having yet to undress himself. But his hands toyed with the ribbons until they fell free, raising his hands to rest upon Piers’ hips. “You look amazing.” 

    the fire in her eyes glowed with her rage, her request to be left alone not only ignored by those closest to her, but by one of the few that could understand her loss. “ what are you doing here? ” she growled, the spark of crimson static on her finger tips.

“What the hell is the league doing here?”

Brooke had always been a good friend, even back during their time together at Clothes 4 Bros. Now Elijah had moved to Tree Hill for work and became fast friends with her once again. She just didn’t know how Elijah was spending his evenings. “So... where do your parents think you’re at tonight?” Elijah asked while laying in bed with Davis. Their secret was one that they’d been keeping for months now. 

      ​“ isn’t that... oh my god. it totally is! ” the blonde beamed, the familiar features of her brothers high school crush drawing closer as they came to a stand still.

Nate Jacobs being the star quarterback meant the boy had a toxic personality and was difficult to have in class. Thomas suspected that the boy was struggling with his sexuality, given how often he caught the jock staring at him during class. Even so, he just wanted to help Nate become a productive member of society. “Do you know why I asked you here today?” Thomas asked as the younger man stepped into his classroom after school had ended. 

After a recent drug-related murder, Daniel took a look into the local chain of distribution. One of the dealers was a kid named Harrison that usually met-up with people in the park. “Hey,” Daniel said as he walked towards the kid. “Got a minute to talk?” Daniel wasn’t going to flash his badge unless absolutely necessary. Doing so prematurely could make someone run or Daniel could just miss-out on a lead. 

   yet another one of emeric’s bartenders had called in sick, and he had to come in and man the bar. it wasn’t something he did often—but no one else could bartend quite like the bar’s owner himself. once he stepped in, emeric was charming, charismatic; a complete social butterfly. tonight, though, he’d been a little off his game—practically eye fucking a cute brunette that’d been sitting at the bar, alone, all evening. the bar was bustling, and he hadn’t had a chance to make conversation with him... but they were starting to slow down now, and the two had been playing a game of cat and mouse for the last thirty minutes. that was, until emeric had gotten caught. “kind of sounds like you want me to check you out,” he grinned, wiping up the last of spilled alcohol from the bar’s surface. “and if that’s the case, well—then i was definitely checking you out.”