#thefvrious

"are you trying to make me jealous?" to haneul from two / @thefvrious

"You're gonna die laughing. I just opened the back door for Sprocket to go pee, and he jumped straight into the snow and got the fucking shock of his year. Poor guy was definitely peeing, left a trail of it back to the door." Kirk laughed, blowing warm air on his hands. He hadn't put on a coat or anything to let his dog out, but the cold air had still been blowing in his face. He leaned over the edge of the couch, pressing his still icy hands against their cheeks. "Did you make coffee? I can make some if you just woke up."

large screens spread around the bar played various athletic events — hockey, college basketball, and a rerun of spring training for the mariners, but the only thing arlo cared about was the sea of people that had spilled into the bar for drinks and good times. he weaved the crowd, checking in on new faces and greeting those familiar smiles with the same boyish charm he always did.

some people recognized him as the athlete he'd once been, others looked at him like he was nothing more than a man. most nights he preferred the latter, but some nights, arlo found himself craving a couple of more seconds back on home ice. just one more game between the pipes, one more sixty-minute haul in the crease.

"excuse me," he greeted, his brown orbs landing on a group of women he was certain he hadn't seen before. he was good with faces, even better with smiles, and he knew for a fact that crooked grin shooting back at him was one he didn't recognize. "do i know you from somewhere?"

he focused in on the blonde, the one who's raspy laugh had pulled him out of his own head and in their direction. "you're..." he trailed off, like her name was going to come to him if he dragged it out long enough. it wouldn't, but he hoped like hell she'd fill the silence with the letters he was looking for.

Gus had grasped Conrad by the shoulders. Not violently but with some force holding him there. "Conrad. Listen to me. You are okay. I am here."

"What do I owe the pleasure?"The doc asked, opening the door for them to enter. This wasn't normal, she went to them, and they never came to her. It was a rarity and she was hoping it wasn't because someone was dying.

@thefvrious plotted starter (hope this works hun!)

Ambrose was sitting at the VIP area along with another guy, who sat in front of him and a goon somewhere nearby to keep an eye on the whole situation, in case something went wrong. “Listen, I’ve given you more time already and you owe me that piece, you owe me even more than that and if you can’t get it for me, you’re going to have to pay up in a different manner…”

The man across of him switched and wiggled in his seat, clearly sweating, pulling at his collar. “You’re going to kill me?”

“What? Kill you… No… I don’t get my hands dirty on the likes of you… And you’re worthless dead. But there are other ways I can make you pay, Niles… And you won’t see it coming… You got two weeks, if by then you still haven’t handed over that piece… Things will be taken from you…”

“Things?” he stuttered.

“I’ve heard that you have a smart ass daughter with full scholarship. Would be sad if she lost that… Since you’re not able to pay for her in your current situation. Your son being a brilliant soccer player, real talent. What if he gets kicked out, or has an accident…” Ambrose kept his eyes on the man the entire time. A smile on his face that doesn’t met the eyes. In his eyes there was a cruelty to them. “Stuff like that, Niles… Pay up, or it will be taken in ways it will hurt.”

Ambrose than faked a yawn. “You bore me… Now get lost,” he said with a sneer and that was exactly what the guy did and was escorted away by the goon and Ambrose shortly after followed out of the VIP area. Once out, he headed towards the bar and ordered a glass of their most expensive rum and as his glass was handed to him, Ambrose turned around and scanned the place. Maybe there was someone out there that could pull him out of this bored stupor.