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❛          𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊    𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍  𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐔𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 ❜    keiko  can  clock  him  as  soon  as  she  waltzes  in  ,  whether  it  be  on  stage  or  at  the  bar  ,  a  regular  unfortunately  ,  and  not  one  of  the  classiest  of  types  to  come  into  the  black  rabbit  .  too  many  times  she’s  passed  a  complaint  to  security  ,  but  alas  ,  she  is  but  an  employee  and  has  little  protections  within  these  walls  when  it  comes  to  a  wandering  eye  .  

she’s  nursing  her  own  drink  ,  a  pregame  for  her  performance  later  on  in  the  evening  so  she  can  afford  the  smile  at  the  woman’s  comment  with  a  bright  laugh  ,  ❛      you  know  what  would  probably  make  a  statement  ?      ❜      a  heinous  act  ,  but  something  tells  keiko  that  the  other  can  get  away  with  it  far  better  than  she  could  ,  ❛      if  you  went  and  poured  the  drink  into  his  lap  ,  then  maybe  someone  would  take  notice  that  he’s  a  fucking  creep  and  a  half   ❜

It took a moment but at the other’s comment about the guy being an actual creep she actually dared a look over her shoulder. There wasn’t a particular dress code to get into Black Rabbit rather than it was just an unspoken rule the place was more high class and thus your demeanour should reflect that. This particular man had not gotten the memo and was a visual representation of how hard times really had fallen around them. It wasn’t uncommon for people to send drinks her way but for someone who looked like that? An insult almost within itself. 

“I’m all ears.” Turning her attention back towards the woman next to her who’d also declined the chance at a free drink. Taryn wasn’t surprised but was now curious to see just what was up her sleeve. A wicked smile broke out across her features at the suggestion and she couldn’t help the small giggle that came next. “You sure that wouldn’t turn him on? He looks like type that would be into degregation.” Shaking her head because it was a damn good idea and she had about half a mind to do it. “I haven’t had any fun in a while though, so why not.” Pushing herself off the stool she was on and grabbing the drink that had been sent her way. “You coming?” Shooting the woman a look to see if she wanted a front row seat to her own idea.

The whole appeal of the Black Rabbit was that it was supposed to be exclusive and while that might mean something to her, clearly alcohol still made men do stupid shit. Turning towards the person next to her she nodded at the frilly thing still sitting in front of her and arched a brow, “Want a free drink? It’s on Dick over there who thinks chivalry isn’t still yet dead.”

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People never failed to inspire awe in the detective. In the end, it was that fact that both made her want to hand in her badge at the end of each shift but also the ideal that kept her gripping it tighter instead. Humans, in all of their infallible glory, were nothing if not entertaining. Glancing both ways, Mags stepped off the curb and crossed he street. She moved onto the opposite walk just in time to intercept a scene worth interrupting. “As a self-proclaimed expert on the subject,” she started, stopping just short but effectively in their path. “That is some mighty suspicious behavior.” She smiled, allowing her gaze to drift their length then back to their eyes. “And in broad daylight? Absolutely audacious.”

For it being the middle of the day and the sun bringing more warmth than the newscasters had predicted, the brunette hadn’t wavered from her uniform of tight black dresses. Yes it was hot outside but she was wearing a huge floppy hat that added some relief from the suns glaring rays. It was always more about appearances to her and never about comfort, if she was hot you’d never know it because of how well she kept her composure. Yet she was itching to get back in the car waiting for her despite the lengthy conversation she was having with the man in front of her. Oftentimes business got in the way of convenience and that was just becoming life these days. Another too common occurrence becoming the norm was having people stick their noses in others dealings.

“You think everything is suspicious.” Breathing in a deep sigh as she combatted the intruders words but paid no attention to the woman. Instead she handed over the piece of paper to the other and nodding her head, dismissing him before turning towards the woman who still looked like the little girl she oh so remembered from her youth. Slipping her sunglasses off to make eye contact with the detective she smirked out of happiness that the same haggard woman was staring back at her. Must have been a long night. “You know that paranoia you live with also has another name. Ignorance. You’re keen on understanding what that is, right?” 

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unsurprisingly, the raven-haired male was no stranger to late-night visits to the grocery store. right now, he had an appointment with a bag of ice or, if he was desperate enough, a frozen bag of peas. he’d left the club around eleven, headed straight for the bar in a foolish venture—assuming that a strong whiskey ( or three ) would aid in easing the dull ache radiating from his cheekbone. by now, he was certain that his angular features were decorated with splatters of greenish-yellow discolourations. all part and parcel of frequently deciding to engage in fighting most nights of the week. with the alcohol failing to have the desired effect ( save for the mild burn heating the pit of his stomach ), stefan sought his next best option: a freezing object to ( hopefully ) numb the discomfort.

⠀⠀⠀upon retrieving a bag of frozen rice ( no peas, it seemed ), a grumbled curse was muttered under his breath at the realisation that the liquor section was shut. coffee it was, he figured. as lengthy limbs carried his tall frame with ease, stefan’s footsteps reached a halt a few feet from where another customer stood. “ and here i was thinking i might be alone in my midnight hunt for coffee, ” he quipped, green-flecked eyes turning toward them.

Carusing around a grocery store at this time of night meant only one thing for the taller woman who’d refused to lift the sunglasses from her eyes, she was wasting time. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d done her own grocery shopping and tonight wasn’t changing that number. Her driver was out front probably bored to tears and questioning her own sanity but she’d let him think what he wanted. In times that she needed to step up and go out of her comfort zone there needed to be a reminder of what she was working towards. Menial tasks like this was not something she wanted to ever pick up which is why she was walking along the ailses, trying her hardest not to cringe at the overly processed foods that lined the shelves. 

There would not be a day in her life that eating a packaged chip would be her new normal and thus the encouragement she needed to continue on with her night was building. The shuffle of another’s footsteps didn’t cause her head to turn in interest because Taryn had no care for anyone who might actually be shopping at this time. That is until the other started speaking as if they wanted conversation with someone else this late. As if the nightcrawlers of this grocery store were not complete social outcasts and yet she recognized the voice. “You are alone in that hunt.” Turning her head slowly to lock eyes with the man whose accent now seemed fitting upon recognition of Stefan Vittori. “Must you always assume the uniform of bruises that scatter your skin? You look homeless.” Sniffing a little in disgust for the appearance the other showcased at the moment.