#skullsnap

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Starters

"Okay, okay, you've got a lot of gall talkin' about my childhood traumas when you call yourself Redhound, dude!" So this is what Vale gets for sneakin' off from the rest of the squad. It wasn't Vale first time running with the X-Men, wasn't their first time dealing with a possible group of extremist Mutants, but it definitely was their first time getting caught by themself and having to face off with someone from The Brotherhood. Whoever this guy was, it was clear he took himself seriously and Vale maybe sorta was just an obstacle. Being an obstacle was one of Vale's best traits, meant that all the attention was on them and not on the rest of their team.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Starters

"Or or or--" Vale's hands flew up, like someone who was just hit with a stroke of genius. Or someone having a spiritual revelation. Maybe a hint of both, a bit of post-skate clarity as some would call it. Typically, if Vale and Floyd hit the ice at the same time, it meant someone was getting laid out on the ice, usually Vale or one of their teammates. Floyd was known for painting the ice red, cracking a nose or knocking out a tooth or two whenever he was on shift. He was a hell of a threat to play against, but to have as a teammate? Oh, Vale was lucky as fuck this time around for the All Star Games.

This was a time of celebration, to congratulate players on makin' it halfway through the season, to rouse the spirits of teams and fans alike by throwing people onto teams that had never worked together before. Some odd couples would come outta the deal, maybe new friends, maybe new enemies, rest assured it made for a good game with all sorts of interest buzzing from reporters and social media. With practice over for the day, it was all but a certainty that stepping out of the arena meant microphones and cameras and pushy interviewers.

　　𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓. flirting between the two of them had always felt easy, natural, the way it never had before. and being with him had always pushed her to be bolder. even with him not at home, she couldn't help but blush watching him through the phone laying in his hotel bed. but those words made her sit up a little straighter.

　　' 𝐒-𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆? 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. ' her face went pale as she followed him down the store aisle, looking around to see if anyone had overheard him or noticed them. she didn't carry much on her then a few crumpled bills and some change and everything here looked far more than she could afford.

　　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊, clapping his hand on the other's back. few on the strip had seen mr. house for themselves or knew him as closely as he did and thus knew just what the young man was. he couldn't imagine it was a good feeling-- after all, despite his synthetic body, victor had been created as himself. not a copy.

　　𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, unsure of just why he needed a kiss so quickly and a little embarrassed to be asked at all. but even as her as her cheeks darkened, she moved to wrap her hands around his shoulders and pull him down into a long, firm kiss.

He and Mr. Hands got along, to an extent. It was pretty much the same relationship he had with most of the other fixers, minus Rogue due to their long and seemingly endless history Hector could never expunge even if he tried. Regardless, due to his and Mr. Hands's unrocky relationship, Hector essentially had a free pass into Dogtown whenever he pleased, be it to meet his own clients or something much, much more sinister.

The weapons, for one.

There was a man in the stadium that had exactly the type of weapons Hector liked to get his hands on. Impressive ones, ones that get harder and harder to find as new and different guns that are pushed into the market to try and flood out the better made ones.

Despite his job occupation, he's only got a few of Kurt Hansen's guys watching him right now, expecting Hector to make a move. He didn't mind it, though. It was something that came with the job. Hansen didn't like people sticking their nose into his business, and Hector was just fine with staying out of the power hungry lunatic's way.

He got more eddies that way.

What was Vale getting for their birthday this year? It was always a surprise! That was one of their favorite things about their birthday! The holiday season brought out the creative gift ideas in every single person, even Floyd, whose 'bad boy' behavior would suggest otherwise. Much like an unstoppable force, the ball of chaos and energy known as Vale tore through the wrapping paper and opened up the box to find a small charm reading 'FV'.

FV...Floyd and Vale...Holy fuck. As sentimental as they always are, tears welled in their eyes with a wobbly grin. Swift as the wind, Vale's face was shoved into Floyd's chest, arms wrapped around him to ensnare him in a big hug. They couldn't hide their feelings, and they didn't want to hide how much that gift meant to them.