Take me down to the Paraiso city

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A knowing smirk reached his lips but he kept all thoughts to himself. He should have known she would have opted out of any sort of outdoor activity, unable to recall any memory of getting her out of the busy town. All he could do was nod, looking back over at Cassidy and the dog for a moment. “All good. Father daughter time it is,” Angel said, smiling back over at the woman. “Listen … Just be careful, okay? With Betty’s Diner.. it just feels like the start of something. Don’t get caught up in it.” 

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She knew that look on his face even if he didn’t say anything, and she chose to ignore it with a gentle roll of her eyes. Though she was feeling sassy, she smiled sweetly. “She’ll love it.” Fiona waited a beat, taking a deep breath as she turned serious. “I am always careful, Angel, I promise. I would never do anything to jeopardize our daughter’s safety; don’t you know that by now?”

If it weren’t for Cassidy, Angel wouldn’t be here. And definitely not dressed up in cowboy boots and a big o’ cow printed cowboy hat, making sure to tip the front of it whenever interacting with a lady. Maybe he was getting a little into it but it made his daughter smile and that was all that mattered to him. After his mother took Cass to get some cotton candy, Angel took a turn for the alcohol table, deciding he needed a cold one. He wasn’t expecting to run into anyone in Paraiso but it wasn’t unlikely either. Upon seeing the familar face, he smiled, “Don’t look at me like that – Cassidy wanted to dress up as cowboys.” 

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Dom didn’t really know why he’d decided to attend the music festival, except that it seemed like a good place to seek out the bottom of several bottles, and remain almost entirely anonymous. Of course he’d also be keeping an eye on things; the townsfolk, anyone who might be looking for trouble, and his fellow members, etc. When he ran into the pain-in-the-ass deputy though, he knew he’d have to watch himself, but he was still going to hassle the other man a little. "Look at you like what, like you’re crazy? Now why would I do that, just because your eight year old convinced you to play dress up? Nah, that’s totally normal, from what I hear, but the outfit choice? I think you can do better, that’s all I’m saying.”

“I refuse to look like a country pumpkin,” Anna said, grinning wide as they looked at the sheriff walking around in tall cowboy boots. “There’s just some things I didn’t need to see.” 

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Fiona snorted. “I’m pretty sure it’s bumpkin, but I get what you mean.” Smiling, she watched the sheriff walk by, followed closely by someone in chaps. “On that, we agree, one hundred percent. However I already know that Amaro in cowboy boots is probably the least terrible thing I’ll see today.”

robbie snorted once again, offering dom a small, private smile. “well, maybe you should allow someone else down there, sometimes.” the mechanic knew how much the other was protective over his ride. with reason, robbie thought. she was a real beauty. “might help to relieve you the pressure of doing everything by yourself.”

the thing with dom, was that even though there was that underlying tension that he was obviously working for a criminal organisation, everything with him was easy. the flirting, the interactions, the sex. they owed each other nothing; a silent agreement that dom wouldn’t bring anything illegal up, and robbie wouldn’t judge him for things he didn’t know about. though, robbie did not think that dom would care much about anything he’d have to say.

“come on, i’ll help you push her inside.”

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dom donned a smile of his own, and let his words drip with innuendo, as they so often did around robbie. “oh but i do. i mean i wouldn’t even be here if i wasn’t at least a little bit flexible, right?” he shrugged at the implication that self-reliance wasn’t his best asset, like other people would just regularly show up to help. “i like a degree of independence, is that so wrong?”

if there was one thing dom could admit (only to himself of course), it was that he had trouble reading his sexual partners outside of the bedroom. things with them were easy, sure, but that didn’t necessarily mean that things with them were okay. not that he should care, robbie was just a casual sex friend, but he didn’t want any weirdness between them.

softening his expressing, dom nodded as he got ready to maneuver the car. “thanks, getting her over here took a lot out of me.”

“You might be the only person to ever have that opinion on my attitude. But, really, getting to table top dance at work sounds like something everyone should want.” Chloe offered a smile with her shrug. “Gonna be honest though, never saw the movie that you’re referencing for this theme night but I am down for making an ass out of myself dancing on the bar any day, so.”

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"Well I do pride myself on being different than most bosses. However I think you’ll also find that it’s the assholes trying to keep you down, that have a problem with your attitude, and not those who wish to hold you up.” Teressa shook her head, disappointed, but not surprised. “You’re really missing out, it’s a great movie, but I find a lot of young people haven’t seen it. Don’t worry though, you can borrow my copy if you want to.”

“It is really quite amazin’ how y’all have so many damn opinions when I don’t see you or anybody else doin’ a lick of shit! Though surely do appreciate the constructive criticism.” 

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“Excuse you, I’m out here saving lives every day, literally getting my hands dirty. What exactly have you done? Politicians don’t do shit either, Javier, don’t start getting it twisted. And I wasn’t criticizing you, just warning you to hold off on celebrating.”

“To be fair, I don’t think anyone likes the problem patients, regardless of age. I get plenty of them, so you get the bicycle pendejo.” Despite the words, Valentina was smiling, and nodded as she pulled out her phone to add his order to the one she’d started. “Yeah, I’ve started exclusively drinking iced coffee since I’ve had Luna because I’ve learned it’s better to expect it to be cold rather than be disappointed when it’s cold. Anything else? I’m personally ordering at least three cake pops, so..”

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Hector snorted, thinking of former coworkers who’d seemed to get off on killing with kindness. “Too true. I also tend to pick up the odd shifts though, and this pendejo would be the one coming in during the odd hours.” His smile matched hers until she mentioned switching to iced coffee after having her daughter, causing him to vehemently shake his head. “Nah, see when the twins were born, I’d have rather scolded my mouth, then risk my coffee going cold. It’s only now that I’m older and give fewer fucks, that I’m willing to drink it iced. I’m good on the food though, unless they’ve got some monkey bread, I’ve been craving it.”

His eyes flickered over to their daughter, watching her happily play without a care in the world. As much as it hurt him to disappoint her Angel reasoned this was all for her. But he knew Cassidy wouldn’t see it that way because when you’re young these types of sacrifices are never seen from the other point of view. She only would know that daddy couldn’t play with her this weekend and he couldn’t blame her for that. His hand rubbed his face for a moment before eventually agreeing. “I’ll definitely owe her a camping trip now. I’ll see if I can make that happen next weekend.” At least then he would be squared with Fi and Cassidy. “Should I count you in on the fun?” 

Co-parenting was definitely rough at the beginning and even awkward at times but as their relationship evolved, their parenting styles had and Angel began including Fiona to events and such with their daughter.  While he knew they were a solid unit without these moments, he wanted to make sure Cassidy never felt like she belonged to a broken family. 

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She watched as Madigan chased Cassidy around the yard, and laughed when the dog spazzed. Moments like these, were the only things evenly matched with her moments of peaceful solitude. Despite her oftentimes singleminded business acumen, Fiona knew it was important for her daughter to have as normal a childhood as they could provide. “Sounds good. Be aware, she’ll likely want to take her fancy new science kit, and analyze everything she can get her hands on. As for me, thank you, but no. As much as I love you both, I’m still not too big on camping.” Which was absolutely true, but she also had a major business acquisition lined up, and now she could go out celebrating, so it worked out.

Everything was simply background noise, piercing white static the moment his wife walked over to him, fear plastered all over her face. He didn’t need to hear those dreadful words to know what was going on but this didn’t stop Teressa from telling him what was going on, sighing defeatedly. 

Sore and desperate. Exhausted beyond compare and yet they found themselves in a scare once more. By now his mind was in autopilot as the rest of him shut down, finding the nearest seat to sit down on. It never got easier. Time should have made it easier but even as hopeless as they were, the slightest proof of possibility teared Rico inside out. It was almost as if fate was teasing them, reminding them of the roads and pathways they could have crossed but never will. He was fine. He made his peace with it after finding out she was infertile. But then this would happen, Teressa coming to him and his whole world would turn upside down again.

Arm stretched, he reached out for her and pulled her into his arms, having her sit down on his lap. While the news ate at him, Rico was not unaware of how much these scares effected his wife. All he could do was hold her because he has learned that nothing he could ever say could comfort her during a hopeless cause. His forehead pressed against the side of her head, keeping his focus on her breathing because it was the only thing in the world that could calm him. Meanwhile his hand gently massaged Teressa’s back, doing whatever he thought could ease her even if just a little. 

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She was so sick and tired, of being sick and tired. Every time she thought she’d been pregnant, just like every time she’d actually been pregnant, her body when into overdrive with symptoms. That’s actually what made her buy the test in the first place, because it was the only way to whether or not she had to make another appointment. The truly terrible part was the hope, knowing that they’d come close once or twice, but it was never enough. One would think that all the loses would condition her not to feel it, but here she was again.

The life they led, and it being why they couldn’t adopt, now that she was prepared for, but a body that couldn’t cope? Why was it that every other woman she knew was able to have babies, and she just couldn’t? Sure, doctors had explained it all to her, but it never made her feel any less defective. Not to mention the strain it all put on the club, when they were devastated once again, and she in turn wanted to do damage to the world that seemed so against her. It had been a few years though, long before the move, and they were over it, past it; or so she’d thought.

She’d waited around for Rico to come home, not wanting to summon him and make things seem too important; at this point, they both knew it wouldn’t be. As she told him, it still didn’t feel real, the noise barely reaching her over the pounding in her ears. It wasn’t until he sat and pulled her down onto his lap that the world flooded back in again, and the dam broke. “Porra, desculpe, eu não queria começar a chorar.” She took a shuddering breath before shifting her weight so she could straddle him, bringing their bodies as close as humanly possible. “Are you okay? I didn’t want to pile more on top of everything, but I also couldn’t keep it from you.”

“Listen we got our number one suspect locked up within the first four days! You can’t tell me my magic isn’t already working! We’ll get those motorcycle enthusiasts all locked away before the end of my term and you can bet on that.” 

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"Number one, really, you’re that certain you’ve got him? I mean I guess that’s good, but I wouldn’t call it magic, just beginner’s luck. Of course I’m not saying you had nothing to do with it, I’d just hold off on the excitement for a minute, and wait to see how it all turns out.”

It was a busy night - busier than Chloe had been expecting, which was part of the reason why she’d decided to stop in. It almost felt like she couldn’t stay away even on her night off, but she’d rather tip her coworkers than strangers at another bar. She had plans for later, something involving driving too fast with betting involved and questionable legalities, the usual case for when Chloe actually had a Saturday night of. But a few drinks beforehand sounded nice, considering she had enough time between now and then for her buzz to dwindle down. However, not being able to flag down one of the familiar faces behind the bar was not it. Maybe not so much on the tipping front. After a few minutes, Chloe rolled her eyes and ducked behind the bar, grabbing a glass and pouring the drink herself. She looked over to another patron that had been waiting, and offered a quick smile. “I work here. I’m not like, some crazy person that just decided to help themselves.” But well, really, that did sound on brand. “It’s just my night off, and I’m not really known for being patient.” Sliding the bottle back behind the counter and putting her cash into the register, she took a sip from the glass. “While I’m back here, you want something? Or do you feel like waiting for someone who’s actually working tonight?”

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Dominic didn’t really spend a lot of time just hanging out in The Sleeping Beauty. Not because it wasn’t a great bar, but because when he was spending time in bars, he was usually cruising, and that was just easier without his best friend’s judgement. Tonight he was waiting around for her to finish up, so that they could take care of whatever she needed his help with, and he could get some shut eye; he felt he deserved it after everything lately. 

Dom had noticed as the girl waiting, and didn’t blame her impatience, but when she ducked behind the bar, and eyebrow shot up. He watched her get her own drink, and when she finally addressed him, he scoffed. "Oh trust me, if that were the case, you never would’ve made it far enough to pour yourself that drink.” He sounded more threatening than he looked though, also knowing that Chloe was one of them, and therefore more trustworthy than the average person. With a smile, he shook his head, “Nah I already had my free round, I’m just waiting for Teressa to finish up, we’ve got some business. What brings you in here on your night off though, shouldn’t you want to be anywhere else?”

TIME: 09:46 am LOCATION: holy cross parish  STATUS: open

The sun’s heat blazes down on those who collect on the lawn in front of Holy Cross Parish, and even Aaron’s own shirt would cling to their back with sweat. The church had nothing more than fans standing at the ground, circulating what little cool air there was through the service, and even now stood outside where there was the slightest breeze- most still used their pamphlets to wave air in their faces.

But Aaron wouldn’t let it bother him, with a sweat bead running down their forehead, and the ever precent beaming smile across their features. “Thank you for making it down today,” shaking the hand of some of the faces they were new to meet today. But honestly that had been just about everyone- after barley having been in town for a week now. But they were more than happy to assist the Pastor with the thanks, if not for the excuse to get to talk to more people. “I’m Aaron Lacey, I’ll be around helping the Pastor out for a little while if you ever need anything.”

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In his sixty-four years on this Earth, Gabe had never figured out a way to deal with heat, that didn’t involve being naked, or blasting an air conditioner. So to be out and about before noon, fully clothed, knowing full well it was only going to get worse, could only mean one thing; church. Even after everything, he had never missed a Sunday service, and he didn’t plan to start now. No matter where he lived, his first mission in a new place was to integrate himself into the local church, and create his place in the community. Though personally he preferred a Catholic place of worship, but that wasn’t always an option, so whatever he could find had to do.

Gabe was surprised, when he arrived to find a new youth minister, seeing as one hadn’t been talked about prior to his arrival, but he was going to be cordial at the very least. “You’re welcome, young man.” They shook hands, and he took that moment to make a few observations, all of which left him unsure. The handshake was solid, but felt a little more forceful than necessary when meeting a new group of parishioners, and the attitude felt a little too friendly, like the other was vying too hard for immediate approval. Nevertheless, he gave his best smile, and chuckled at the idea that this kid would be anywhere on his list in an emergency. "Nice to meet you, Aaron Lacey, everybody calls me Gabe. You seem a little young to be helping me with literally anything though, so I might extend the offer back to you instead? That of course comes with the knowledge I’ve amassed here in the last four years, as well as everything I learned back in seminary, as a theology student many moons ago, and just someone who’s seen way too much in his lifetime.”