#vilisisms

Juri was looking increasingly ragged as he walked through the neighborhood. His worst nightmares was coming true, the tea leaves signifying death, then a text from a certain someone. Juri was very worn out. The witch wore the sunglasses and his backpack as he drudged towards Riley's place. He knocked feebly and waiting for an answer. His throat betraying him as he heard the door open. He prayed Riley wont turn him away. But he wouldn't blame her if he did.

"Help." He mustered.

"Do I look like her personal PA?" Georgie shot back, one brow arched sharply as a stern expression settled over her face.There was no hint of amusement in her tone—only simmering impatience."And before you say I do," she added, voice dipping just slightly in warning, "I'd think very carefully about your next words."

People had a way of grating on her nerves, and today was no exception. The last thing she felt like doing was babysitting someone else's assumptions."She’s either at the station or on her way back from chewing someone out. Take your chances," Georgie said with a shrug, stretching her legs out in front of her as she lounged back in the porch chair.

"You could leave a message, if it’s that urgent. Otherwise…" She flicked her gaze lazily toward them, the smallest edge of challenge creeping into her voice. "Was there something else you needed?"

❝ I'll have a bourbon on the rocks, please. ❞ Alexandrea requested from the bartender and once the tumbler had been filled with amber liquid before her, she paid in cash and tipped the man 20% of the total cost of the drink. It'd been a long night of trying to party on the dance floor to move on from Scout since he has been gone without a trace a few months by now.

Falin was humming along to a song. It was the only thing keeping her sane. As she pulled out all the money to count for the start of the day at the bank. Falin of course was persuasive enough to keep her job. She looked up at the stranger with glinted eyes.

"I apologize but we're still closed. Feel free to stay in the lobby if you like."

Kevin was pushing forward in his wheelchair. There was a slight melcancholy feeling, the surgery is not really successful. But he wanted to keep pushing through. There was a grin he saw his friend.

"Jesse, my man, congrats on getting hitched." Kevin said holding out his fist to tap. "How did I go man, did my substitue do a good job!!"

Bejo sighed as he leaned on the chair. This has been a long night almost endless. He couldn't help but notice the very attractive person in front of him. Bejo looked at his own reflection before at them. There was a ghost of a smile. "You have to give our hosts credit for throwing a unforgetable party." Bejo said. "Think we'll get out of here alive."

Kevin was finally slightly less stoned as he looked for his friend. "Jessie." Kevin said looking for his friend. He knew his friend appeared stress, he couldn't imagine how the other felt. The human looked around when he finally said with a smile. "Oh Jessie thank goodness I found you." Kevin looked at him. "Let's get Skyla and get out of here broseph."

For Bejo this was a job. A means to an end. The only thing he deserved was suffering. He can be emotionless for the greater good. At least that's what he told himself.

Being Peyton's handler challenges that. Even if he wouldn't dare act out on it there was something resilent. Something beautiful in a way that she believed in better- even if said better was his demise. Part of him wanted to let her go but part of him knew he had to at least watch from a distance. There was a sigh as he leaned against the wall arching his eyebrow at Peyton.

"Having a good night?"