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Garrett didn’t know why he was the one that was tasked with meeting the music majors, even if he did technically do his minor in music. It was that he remembered that the music majors were the most rambunctious people he ever had to deal with, and he was much more astute and reserved than the vast majority of them. It didn’t mean he didn’t know how to have fun, it was just a lot harder for him to let down those barriers 

It was almost the end of the documentary shooting when he would be face to face with one of them, in a dressing room barely wide enough for two people to be in without some sort of contact, and yet here Garrett was, getting changed out of the interviewing clothes to some jogging clothes as he told his cousin that he would meet him for a long run after the shoot today. But there was a small problem with that. He still had to get out of the clothes and not get distracted by the young man who was still in the room and was sort of like him at that age, seeing someone who had been able to help but he wasn’t going to let him get what he wanted all that easily. “You can look all you want, but if you don’t speak up, all you’re gonna do is look.”

tough one but i think brandon!

daniel for sure!

“I gave you one fucking job. One job. Grab the right guy. It’s the same job you always have. How do you manage to fuck this up?” He asked, hand clenching around the idiot’s throat. 

It had been a simple job, all they had to do was grab the guy that had tried to steal their money and their heist plans. The rat had been in their midst for months, feeding information to cops and other gangs to try and gain some favour in case they got found out. And they did. Bailey wasn’t an idiot, he knew when there were leaks and when people were trying to take him down. He had spies on the police force that told him if they were ever getting close to exposing their crimes and, luckily, they knew better than to try and cross him unlike the Rat. Usually his men were good at their job and there were no fuck ups but now he had some random guy off of the street and a rat out on the streets spreading his secrets.

“Get back out there and find him. If you can’t find him you might as well put the bullet between your eyes yourself,” he told the guy before he released him, pushing him away. “Leave the other one with me. I’ll sort it.” 

Bailey waved his men away and walked over to the new figure that was kneeling in the centre of the room, pulling the pistol from the holster that rest against his ribs, checking the bullets were loaded before he crouched down in front of his latest victim. “My men aren’t usually this bad I have to admit,” he told him, reaching out to gently lift his chin with his fingers, “I don’t like to get blood on my hands. I have people to do that for me but now you’ve seen my face, you’ve seen what my base looks like and you know our plans. You know too much through no fault of your own. Sadly, that’s not enough of a reason for me to let you go. No hard feelings right?” Bailey took a step back and cocked his pistol before pressing the barrel to the man’s forehead.

Sometimes Chase’s power can be a pain. Actually, no, most of the time Chase’s power can be a pain. Having the ability to lactate milk that will grant anyone who drinks it special abilities sounds great...Until you realize just how tiring it can be on days like today. Chase was unable to milk himself for a few days due to him currently being locked up in a cell. Whether it be the cell of a villain’s lair or a jail cell...Either way, Chase was to prideful to do that. So some goons/guards had taken him out earlier toady and done it. No matter how much pain the vigilante’s chest was in or how swollen the muscle tits were beginning to look, it was nothing compared to that humiliation. Although at least now they weren’t nearly as painful and were deflated a bit more, although still a lot more sturdy and swollen than most other people’s due to their natural shape.

“Can I help you with something?” Chase hissed, having felt the man’s eyes on him as he opened his eyes and glared at the other man.