"Come on Jack." Mirin scolded from their spot next to him behind the bar, scowling in annoyance.

It wasn't the first time he hit on a customer, wasn't the first time he'd gotten pissed at a rejection. Usually he wasn't such a shithead and good against assholes, but when it came to flirting - it was weird and gross how the switch flipped.

"Shut up, it's gonna be good."

Jack was also a petty fuck and it made Mirin wish everyday that Marguerite was behind the counter to control her brother instead of currently bouncing the door. From the other side of the bar, their third mixologist, Gin just shook his head and continued to serve a handsome man with fake horns and his cuddly partner.

They glance at the person he'd flirted with.

Eyes lidded and dreamy, sobering somewhat at the look on their coworker's face. Soft cheeks and body wrapped in nice clothes, slightly mussed and flushed from the dancing.

You were cute.

Mirin felt quite irritated as you were tipping them and he swooped in to be pain in the ass.

Not to mention you brought up being engaged.

"Sorry," The asshole's smile was nearly shit-eating as he spoke "but you're being too rowdy and I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you're disturbing the other patrons."

You blinked, once then twice, then frowning - though for just a second before a thought rolled over you.

The picture of mischief.

A glimmer in your eyes and smile on your lips that made them a little wary.

"Okay," You shrugged and slid the 20 towards Mirin regardless as you almost mourningly said "just lemme grab my fiancee and friends."

Mirin eyed the ring on your left hand in amusement, but the itch of irritation came instead. They slapped Jack's hand from grabbing their tip - tucking it into the breast pocket of their work polo.

You got down from the bar seat.

"Martin's gonna be pissed you lost their business." They warned him, starting to make a long island.

Their cheeks warmed at the pretty woman that ordered, she awkwardly tucked a stand of hair behind her ear. Shyly leaning towards them when she was served.

"I'll deal with him." Jack watched you leave with a satisfied smirk, only to pale.

Mirin's curiosity was enough for them to look at what he was balking at and gaped at wall of a man. He was sitting down with a group of men dressed somewhat similarly to him - leather jackets and jeans. But as he rose, he towered over the other party goers. You approached him without fear though, arms sliding around his neck.

His expression is fond but hardened briefly as Mirin assumed that you explained what just happened.

They could almost hear Jack's teeth chattering in his head, it's enough to make them snort as the man glared in the direction of the bar. They swore the guy was going to shit bricks.

But the expression fell away instead to mirth when he looked back down at you. He nodded before glancing over to the DJ stand and waving his hand.

This DJ, some guy named Hudson, was hired on behalf of a wedding party that someone was throwing.

Mirin choked on a cackle at the realization.

Hudson nodded at David and the music screeched to a stop and he got on the mic, "Sorry party people but it looks like the party of David and Angel Shaw are moving out. I was hired by them so I gotta go too."

Other patrons booed and Gin snorted a laugh from next to Jack, as he mockingly cracked, "You'll handle it, yeah?"

"Oh, sounds like that's our cue Freelancer," The horned man sighed before hopping to his feet and purred "I'm sure the Solaires have some other place we can be a... Public disturbance in."

"Shame," His partner mumbled, handing Gin what seemed to be a crisp 10 "I liked this place."

Jack sputtered, looking around in slight panic.

The group the man was sitting with stood as well, gathering their coats and seemingly joined by their own companions. But then another small troupe of well dressed individuals, and a set of two other couples.

"David, where are we going from here?" One of his compatriots asked, voice heavy in a Bronx-type accent. Frowning a bit as he draped his arm around the hips of presumably his partner.

"Vincent, Sam, any ideas?" The tall man, David, looked over at the second group, who were pressed and dressed in their Sunday best.

One nodded towards the door and hummed in a southern drawl, "Fred brought up a good place further up on Teakettle, they got good food too. Maybe we give Hudson a break before he restarts the party."

"I know that place!" Another rather big man piped with a grin "Dames and I found it while on a date."

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Another piped energetically, who Mirin recognized as Asher - as he ordered everyone a round of shots at the beginning of the night. "Let's get going!"

There was collective noises of agreement as the party of Shaw started to collect their belongings, the music began again only on a playlist as another employee scrambled to fill the air. Mirin's sides split from their giggling at Jack's horrified expression, Gin leaning over the bar and snickering at the turn of events with glee.

"I can't wait to tell Martin about this."

Jack sputtered, completely and utterly dumbfounded as to what just occurred.

Mirin was disappointed to see the pretty girl leave too, joining up with another young woman and a man

They pouted, shuffling to clean the last of her drink.

It took them a second to realize that there was scrawl on the napkin, glittery blue ink smeared by the moisture of the cold drink - tucked under the tip.

They smiled.

"Text me? XXX-XXX-XXXX

- Kelsey"

10 Seconds Before a Murder

Quinn: Does your friend know by the way?

Darlin', confused: Do they know what?

Quinn: That you let them die.

Darlin':

Darlin: I'm going to shift now

Quinn: I'd be disappointed if you didn't ~

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Gavin vs Vega

Vega: Oh, you think you're being cute?

Gavin: Bitch

Gavin: I'm adorable

--

Elliot vs Blake: Round 2

Blake: Well, what do you know? Behind all that simpering sappiness and ridiculous hair is a decent fighter!

Elliot: And behind all that insufferable smarm is a dead man!!

Blake: Oh Elliot,

Blake: You can't fathom the amount of dead men behind me.

--

Caelum before Vega Hurt Him

Caelum: I need an adult.

Vega: I am an adult.

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What would actually happen if Adam met Kody

Kody: If you're gonna skulk around, you can at least not be a total dick about it.

Adam: Oh, I'm sorry, let me try again.

Adam: Ahem

Adam: Hello human, how's your broken nose?

Kody: Just fine

Kody: How's your neck?

Adam:

Kody:

Adam: I'm going to give you a 5 minute headstart.

Kody: Thank you, I'm going to need it

Kody: You're very fast.

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The King Imperial: Attempted Coup

Some Poor Soul: We're here to stop this senseless oppression of our people.

Damien, looking at his nails: Ninety-two…

SPS: This has gone on for too long! And now, you’re going to pay!

Damien, checking his phone: Three hundred and fifty-five…

SPS: We are…

SPS: We… what are you -

Damien, smiling wryly: No, go on. Continue, don’t mind me.

SPS: And…

SPS: We are the ones who will stop you!

Damien, surprised: Ooh, wow, four hundred and nineteen!

SPS: That's -

SPS, frustrated: What the hell are you doing?!

Damien: Oh, sorry, it’s a little hobby of mine. I hear these speeches so wearily often, so I started making a mental list of how many times I’ve heard certain lines.

SPS: You

SPS: You insane bastard!!

Damien: One hundred and ninety.

SPS: Yeah!?

SPS: Well, we're going to.... fUCK YOUR FACE!!!

Damien, laughing: Oh, my!

Damien, still smirking: Twelve.

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The Truth

Asher or Guy: I am hilarious and you will quote everything I say.

--

Brachium Snaps

Brachium at Blake: Feel free to pray to your god

Brachium: But spoiler alert

Brachium: I won't be listening.

--

Freddy, pls

Freddy: I just have hope, okay? Is that so wrong?

Quinn: The fact you have any hope left in your life is your most admirable quality.

Freddy: Hey, thanks man.

Sam: For the love of god, Fred, don't thank him.

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Genuinely Terrifying

Babe: I'm a leader too you know?

Babe: How else did you think I managed to land one of the best beta to one of the strongest packs in Dahlia?

Christian, grumbling: Arguably.

Babe: Do not make me come over there, I will rip your world a-fucking-sunder

Christian, quickly glances away nervously

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Spooks

Caelum: Oh I'd kill for some hot chocolate!

Freelancer: Woah, Jesus!

Caelum: No, my name is Caelum!