#vigorminded

As a relative of the Prince, he’s not supposed to take sides in the feud, but since Mercutio isn’t keeping his affiliation under wraps, Neal figures it his friendship with Tybalt, which is more like a uncle-niece type connection, won’t do any harm. It was his pedigree that in the first place allowed him access to the prestigious Capulets, though he’d never much liked Mr. and Mrs. Capulet themselves. Tybalt, on the other hand, he instantly recognized as a reflection of who he used to be. He discussed it with himself a few times, before he made one rash decision to befriend her and hopefully help her out the way he wished someone would’ve helped him out. It took a while to gain her trust, but here they are, on the brink of a meaningful friendship, and he feels as though it is time to share some words of wisdom, which he’s kept to himself until now.

            ❛  i hope you slept well.  ❜  sun is naught but a sliver above the horizon,  shining only a dull glimmer through rose - tinted windows of her enterprise.  fresh - made coffee is a pleasant smell that warms the air,  as well as her hands that rest ‘pon cup of morning brew.  never too early for business;  though she may hear some disgruntled contention from the brawn she had bring the boy in.  ❛  i couldn’t.  hard to,  ain’t it?  when you’re out the caps you're owed.  ❜  she pauses for a sip of her drink,  lipstick staining rim of pearly - white mug.  ❛  can’t say i’m surprised,  kid.  just disappointed.  gave you a shot in the dark,  but so’s it turns out,  you’re a snake.  ❜  

  Starter call!!! 

KICKS DOWN UR DOOR pls write preston a thing :-vc

It’s been a good night. True her nose has only just stopped bleeding, and the cut on her cheek is probably going to scar (who the fuck fights in an engagement ring anyway?) but she’s come out of it with the money so really, who’s laughing now? Her, that’s who. Money shoved into her sports-bra, she refuse to fight in anything but that and shorts, although God help the first man to wolf whistle her, she elbows her way through to the bar for a couple of drinks. Even with the advantage of her considerable height, she cant seem to find Max in the crowd, but she can see Tybalt brooding in the corner, which is good enough. Almost better, actually. Max is a great guy, but the point still stands that he’s a guy. Sometimes a gal just needs to admire a woman. It keeps her young. 

Making her way back through the crowd, she juts her chin at Tybalt and offers her a kind of smirk; the closest thing to a smile most people will pull from Hawke. Glaring at people until they clear her a space, she eventually slips down in a seat next to Ty and hands her a coke. “I think I remember you saying you don’t drink, yeah? If I got that wrong you can have my beer.”