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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

“Hey, Birthday Boy, you might wanna take a picture because this will be the only time I get wasted. For you,” Amber raised a small glass, pointing her index finger at Zane as he actually took the opportunity to pull out his phone and snap a selfie with her. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, I guess.”

        The sun was doing that thing where it liked to rise early with no clouds obstructing it’s view into Bishop’s floor to ceiling windows. It rather annoyed Bishop. How dare it. Things he couldn’t control, drove him insane. He rolled out of bed early that morning, showering, shaving, eating, and getting dressed for a slew of meetings. It was that time again to check in on a few places he ran to make sure they were running like a well oiled machine. 

       He first hit two of the law firms he owned, one of them not producing the quality of work he liked. Therefore a rather long discussion in which Bishop ripped the man a new one. On to the hotels after lunch and a calming down. He pulled the handle of the five star hotel door and walked inside. His hard heel of his shoe clicking against the stone floor of the lobby. He approached the front desk, not bothering to pretend like they might not know who he was. 

“You have two seconds to move your dirty ass hand before you lose it,” Brooke calmly looked to the drunken man who’s hand rested too low on her back, before glancing at it.

“Can I get a rum and coke, please?” Amber held her driver’s license between two soft pink-painted fingertips as she showed it to the bartender behind the counter.

He briefly gave her ID a once over then a nod before he started preparing her drink. She hadn’t really noticed the figure beside her as she took a seat in the barstool beside him, and when she did, she looked away just as quickly to avoid staring too long. Because boy was he attractive.

“Blaze? Did your parents actually name you that or is that like a stage name or somethin’?” Jace questioned, his head tilted just slightly as he smirked at her. He didn’t exactly wake up that day intending to get a tattoo, considering he had plenty. But when he noticed her through the window of the shop, suddenly he was texting his manager to reschedule a few minor appointments he had that day because "something came up”.

“I didn’t even know you knew my name. Pretty sure this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me in the 3 years I’ve been here,” Amber scoffed, her thick brows furrowed as she neatly placed her AP Lit book on a shelf in her locker. She traded it for the AP Calculus book beside it, while blushing under Ranger’s stare.