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𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐈𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. The aspect of leaving things up to fate made her feel uneasy. Fate had decided her life was better as a demon than being human all those years ago. And fate had a nasty way of fucking with her friends. So the aspect of games that could either have you lose money or win it was too much for her mind to comprehend. 

Her contract holder, Dagon, loved casinos; he fed off human greed, and sometimes Sloane did too. However, if she had to pick a sin to choose from, it was always Wrath and Gluttony. Another reason why she enjoyed working with Tyler and then spending time with Danny was that, even if she didn't necessarily agree with his activities that involved bloodshed, he was still fun to be around. I even went as far as to start a podcast with him just for the shits and giggles. However, here she was, inside a casino while munching on fries as she watched the slot machines and heard the wailings of gambling addicts. The Greed was in the air, and to her? It tasted sweet. A type of sweetness that made you want more, and she could feel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ a newfound sense of strength and power. 

Staring at Horangi as he focused on his slot machine, she munched and crunched on the fries. Sloane wasn't really hungry; she was just bored, and she binged ate when she was bored. Hearing his words, she rolled her eyes as she popped another fry into her mouth, the slot machine's lights flashing again. 

❝ Dagon would seriously love you. ❞ Sloane mumbled under her breath as she wiped the seasonings from the fries on her black jeans, only to pick up more fries and eat them as she stood and watched. When Horangi finally made eye contact with her, Sloane blinked a few times. The way he said her name gave her chills. Was he mad? Or was he concerned? She remained quiet until he gave the visual demonstration for three minutes, and once again, she rolled her eyes. ❝ That was your problem, you left me alone for three minutes. A lot can happen in three minutes. ❞ Maybe she was alluding to her time with Danny, or was referencing the dinner rushes at Tyler's place; either way, that was for her to know and for him to never find out. 

Even with the mutter of his words, Sloane used her non-dirty hand to give him a gentle bonk on his head. ❝ I heard that. ❞ Demonic senses and all, she could even hear some very…interesting noises from one of the backrooms, but she tried not to think about it too hard. Instead, her focus was on Horangi just to see what was so appealing about this slot machine. She figured that he'd find more enjoyment out of Blackjack or Texas Hold ' Em or one of those card games. Maybe even the spinning wheel thing with the red and black tiles. Needless to say, Sloane explored during those three minutes. Deciding to can the rest of the fries, she was half tempted to leave him again just to grab a milkshake, unless he was going to judge that too. Then again, she could always drag him to get a milkshake, maybe even lift him up, too. However, she did respect his personal space and decided against it. For now, anyway.

Watching him intently, her brow raised, he watched him tap the machine with two fingers. Was it a threat or was it affection? She couldn't tell, and frankly, she wasn't sure she should ask. Once another spin was given, Sloane's attention was pulled from the machine and back to Horangi as he spoke. 

❝ I was bored, Dagon likes comin' to places like this, so I figured I'd stop by to see what the hype was about. Besides, my bestie is busy doing…whatever he does best, so I looked at my watch, saw it was Bother Horangi Hours, and went to find you. ❞ Sloane said as she crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight to one side of her hip. ❝ And since you want to judge my food choices, I figured I'd drag you out of here for a milkshake and maybe a burger. ❞

Once Horangi played his last game, Sloane finally ditched the empty carton of fries and reached into her pocket for two napkins. One for herself and one for him, she could see and smell the sweat, and human body odor wasn't pleasant, at least to a demon anyway. ❝ Here, take this, you're sweatin' like a whore in church. ❞ Once the napkin was received, she used her own napkin to wipe off her hands and stuffed it back into her leather jacket pocket. 

This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. | horangi & soap | @shadowtaegeuk

   “aye  -  ye  actin'  like  i  can't  take  a  wee  but  o'  pain.”  though  his  mind  flashes  back  to  being  separated  from  ghost  and  being  hunted  by  graves  and  his  men.  he  grimaces.  the  scar  from  that  shot  to  the  arm  throbs  dully  as  the  memory  comes  back. 

   yeah  -  he's  been  through  worse.  this  should  be  nothing.  he  leans  his  head  back,  closing  his  eyes. 

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒,  𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃. Thankfully, he at least dressed the part, wearing the same clothes he wore when he had his mission back in 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, minus the trench coat. He decided to go with something lighter, but a coat that could conceal any and all weapons. He followed Horangi into the casino and took a moment to look at his surroundings. 

Over the years, 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 had improved on his situational awareness; scanning for exits was something he had always done whenever he was in a new place. Worse case, he could always contact 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍 for directions or update his map on his PDA. Taking it out, he had taken a moment to admire his lockscreen that displayed his wife. A simple photo of her sleeping soundly as she curled up on the couch. It was probably one candid photo he had of her, but he had treasured. Unlocking it, he looked at his map first, then the mission brief. Listening to Horangi speak, Leon let out a dry chuckle. 

❝ Well then, let's see if we can hit the jackpot. ❞ Of course, Leon was the type to chuckle at his own joke, not caring if Horangi would laugh or not, as he side-stepped ahead of him. 

❝ For a casino, it's pretty…❞ Leon didn't want to stay quiet; with his timing and luck, he'd probably see a fucker with a bag over his head and a chainsaw, or that god-forsaken Tyrant would crash through the ceiling again just to throw a haymaker at him explicitly. 

first meeting sentence starters. | accepting

Writer's note: this prompt has been slightly altered because they have already met, however this would be the first time she's seen him without his mask on!

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓. She was trying to take in the details of him, then again, men approaching her randomly had always made her nervous and anxious. There was only one man whom she was okay with approaching her suddenly, and that was none other than 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝑁𝑌 𝐽𝑂𝐻𝑁𝑆𝑂𝑁. Of course, there were her other friends as well, but that was neither here nor there. 

It took her a minute to get her heart rate down, but then Sloane reflected on the man's words. Memories of her patching up his wounds, and then later feeding him after whatever Hell he had endured. Then, Sloane's smile began to grow. He looked very different compared to the tactical gear he was wearing when they first met.

❝ Horangi! ❞ Sloane chirped, after she wanted to hug him, but she wasn't sure how he felt about personal space or physical affection. Even with Danny, it was very rare for her to hug him, so in the meantime, she settled for a small fist bump. 

❝ It's good to see you! You look…less fucked up compared to the last time I saw you! ❞ Sloane took a moment to look him over. He sure did look a lot better than before. Less dirty and like he's been through the wringer of whatever missions he was on before she found him and decided to tend to his injuries. 

❝ I assume after we went our separate ways, the wife took care of ya? She wasn't too worried about you, right? I know whenever my─ ❞ Oh fuck, how would she label Danny? ❝ Person, gets into some shit, I'm worried. Mainly around Halloween, but that's neither here nor there. ❞ There she went rambling again.