#rn.starter

Fire and Ice

Fucking Valentine's day. When she was still escorting, this time of the year proved to be quite financially benefiting. So, then she could see around it. But since retiring from that life to become something a little more serious, she was faced with truly how dumb this holiday was once again. Grant it, when it came to her niece, she went all out on this holiday. More so to over compensate for the lack thereof during her own childhood. Sure, Valentine's day wasn't just about romantic love, but love in general, right? However, the only person that would benefit from her on such a manufactured holiday was her beautiful niece. But since this gala was less than kid friendly, she fully expected to treat it that way. She made her way towards a familiar face, a large smile on her face, as she held up one of the bottles she just stole from the bar. "Hey -- shots?" She asked, "If we don't start now, how are we supposed to properly enjoyed the upcoming fire part of this ridiculous thing?"

LOCATION: a bar

Briggs set his guitar down on its stand as the crowd around him began to dissipate, a wide smile on his lips as he shook some of the people's hands and thanked them for recording him before he jumped off the stage easily, clearly with years of experience. "Do you think the bartender is gonna hate on us if I order a coffee instead of a beer at this hour? I have another set at another bar before midnight and I don't know how to even get there without falling asleep?" He told the person sitting by the bar.

Fire and Ice

"This place was absolutely fucking high if it thought I was walking up in this fucker in nothing but white." Liam stated out loud, "I don't even think I own white." Considering the man was usually getting oil, dirt, or blood on himself, white seemed like a wasted investment. He looked around at the venture, clocking how pure and lovely everything looked. Crinkling his nose up in disgust before then turning back to the person he was talking at. "They do have better stuff here then champagne, right?" He wondered, "Maybe I should've waited for the second half of this thing, because what the hell is this?" He looked over the person's head into the crowd, "It feels like I've died and went to heaven, and I can promise you that heaven is sure the fuck not where I'd ended up."

Fire and Ice Event

Maya looked around the ballroom, the white decor gave off a sense of peace -- pureness. It caused a conflicting feeling within her. One of calmness, but a swirling anger. Her sister was still missing, her other sister's murder was still out there, with next to no new leads, and the city continued on like it was just another weekend. It made her sick. She'd grab a champagne flute off the passing tray and without thought pressed it to her lips and took a sip. The second the bubbly liquid touched her tongue, warning flags signaled in her brain. Turning slightly to the side, she'd quickly spit the alcohol back in the glass, sitting it down on the nearest edge to get rid of it immediately. Turning, she'd start to walk, but would immediately crash into someone else. Pulling back, she'd gain her posture, holding up her hands in between her and the other person. "Could you watch where you're going?!" She snapped, but immediately withdrew back. Shaking her head, "Shit -- sorry, I--" She'd pause, then realizing that she couldn't even form proper words for everything right now. She'd look up at the other person, "You okay?"

time; after the riots

open to anyone

“Fuck.” She muttered as she eyed the broken front window and smashed front door, carefully stepping through the door frame. Someone had naturally tried to get into the register, a feat that had looked like it didn’t prove successful, until she noticed the point of sale screen smashed. That was an easy fix; there was a spare in the back. Behind and under the counter were another story.

The fridge was open, everything warm, liquids and beans were spilled everywhere, there were numerous pastries gone, two of the drip coffee pots were missing. Tables and chairs strewn everywhere were just icing on the cake. That was just the front. She didn’t dare check the back. Part of her had hoped the cafe would be spared, but she knew it was wishful thinking.

She got the furniture righted and was slowly working on the mess behind the counter when the sound of crunching of glass made her stop. She paused, but ultimately didn’t look up as she continued tossing items into a trash bag. “As much as I’d love to help you…all I got is possibly drip coffee. If that one isn’t smashed to bits like the front. We’re kinda closed and by kinda I mean we’re closed. Try again in like four days.”