#rensanchez

character: @rensanchez​​

After making his rounds at the market and dropping his items off at his Jeep, Atlas had found himself wandering around the newly opened space before he’d stumbled onto the area where the firepits sat and so did plenty of people. With his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, he moved around from spot to spot, only deciding to settle once he noticed a woman sitting by herself around a warm fire. Without a word, Atlas closed the space between them and opted for the chair next to hers. Grinning, hazel hues stared down at the fire before shifting her way. “Sorry if you wanted to sit alone. It was either a crowd or crash your solo party,” he teased, a smile still full on his lips. “Guess you know which one I went with.” They weren’t on bad terms by any means, but it wasn’t like they’d talked much in the past year either. “If this is a bad time, just say it. I can’t promise I’ll listen, but I needed a break from in there. All that holiday buzz bullshit makes me nauseous after awhile.”

location: the wolfhound

Leave it to Ver; the one time she wanted to try something new, it just so happened to be the bar that her ex-girlfriend’s new flame worked at. Selfishly, she wondered if Ren even knew who she was, but she hadn’t asked and she had no intention of asking either. It was probably better that way considering she’d fallen into bed with Emmy nights earlier. “Funny seeing you again,” she attempted to joke, not sure if the woman would even find it amusing. “It’s a shame you’re on the clock. I think after your big safe, I should be the one pushing drinks your way.”

character: @rensanchez​

“It’s five o’clock somewhere, right?” Roman glanced down at the large margarita that had been placed before him. Sure, it was early, but who could pass up a two for five deal? “I wasn’t sure if you touched alcohol outside of the bar, but at least you're on the other side of things here.” That, and bottomless chips and salsa was always a perk, right? “I know we don’t usually do this, but I hate eating alone and if I had to drink both of these margs, I don’t know if I’d be able to drive home. Big warning, they pour heavy.”

character: @rensanchez​​

It was one thing to offer a helping hand to someone, but another when said someone slapped your girlfriend. She couldn’t help but wonder if Emmy had mentioned it, or if she’d kept it to herself. Either way, it left Ver nervous to know what would happen either way. “You’ll be happy to know that I have my key this time,” she greeted, an easy smile on her lips. She was exhausted and she could only hope for the best. She’d woken up somewhat early and had decided that a run around the city was exactly what her body needed. Instead, she’d learned quickly that she wasn’t built for running. “How’s everything been? Kick any jerks out of the bar lately?”

character: @rensanchez​

It was just her luck to leave her keys in the locked apartment when Julia wasn’t around. All she’d wanted to do was grab their mail, but she’d been ten steps out the door before realizing she’d only grabbed the mail key and not her keys to the apartment. She’d only cursed herself for a solid five minutes before a somewhat familiar face invited her into her place. It felt awkward and rightfully so. She’d watched Emmy and this woman together all night at the dinner and then she’d turned around and slept with Emmy the night after. It wasn’t her proudest moment, but it weighed heavily on her as she stood in the woman’s apartment. “Who even has time to murder,” she exhaled, annoyed with whoever the hell it was that was putting everyone on edge. “The one time I lock myself out would be when there’s a killer at large.” She wasn’t sure which made her panic more; being in the apartment of her ex-girlfriend’s new flame, or out there where someone could potentially get her.