Realistic or Modern Bar Fights & Bad Guys (with Elitope)

[BeautifulLoser]

Spoiler: Razor

"She said I want another bottle, well so do I, no need to put up a fight. No need to twist my arm, I'm already fucked, and I'll still be drinking all night."

BASICS

STREET NAME	Razor
AGE	31
HEIGHT	6'4
BUILD	Broad and muscular
NOTABLE FEATURES	Dark nearly black eyes, tattoos from neck down

HISTORY:
Razor is a man that is well known in New York for his brutal and cut-throat methods. He leads a gang of five men who run the city, specializing in street fights, drug dealing, and arms dealing. He holds a tight bond with each of his men, all of them having a different relationship and dynamic. All have to go through a simple initiation in order to gain access to the gang, but not many people are welcomed by the group of men. They all live in a large warehouse on the outskirts of the city, making the abandoned building their own. Razor has a close relationship with each of his men, but not even his own guys know the extent of Razor's background or upbringing. Razor is a very closed off man, not letting anyone get too close. His men don't know his real name, where he grew up, or what kind of upbringing he had. All they know is that he ran away from his family at the young age of fourteen and has been on the streets ever since. He started the gang whenever he was just twenty-five years old, building his own empire. They are a driving force in the large city, most people knowing Razor and his guys, and knowing to steer clear and not to cross them.

PERSONALITY:
Razor's personality is cold and closed off. He is a no-bullshit kind of guy and refuses to accept anything but the truth. He hates cheaters and short cuts, as he's worked for everything that he has. He expects nothing short of loyalty from his men, but outside of them, he hates commitment and relationships. He never sees himself slowing down, as he knows his life expectancy isn't long to begin with. He doesn't waste his time on meaningless relationships and much prefers the occasional one night stand or fling.

LIKES:
Whiskey, drinking, parties, weed, Marlboro Black 100's, Chinese takeout, deep-dish pizza, street fighting, Dodge vehicles, eating food, sleeping most of the day away, girls, garlic wings, and playing pool

DISLIKES:
Liars and cheaters, commitment, Fireball Whiskey, most beer, spicy foods, country music, drinking games (much prefers to just get wasted), jocks, and shy personalities

 

[Elitope]

Spoiler: Blake-Oh!

"ωнαт ∂σєѕη'т кιℓℓ мє, вєттєя яυη."


𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘚-
𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴
𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴: 𝘉, 𝘉𝘳𝘦, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘺, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦-𝘰, 𝘉𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘦
𝘈𝘨𝘦: 21
𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳: 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦
𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘉𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭
𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘕𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭

ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ-
ᴇʏᴇs: ᴀǫᴜᴀ
ʜᴀɪʀ: ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ᴄᴜʀʟs-ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴍᴇss
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ- 𝟻'𝟺
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ- ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ ғᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ
ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs- ᴅᴇᴇᴘ sᴄᴀʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴇʏᴇʙʀᴏᴡ. ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴏɴ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴡʀɪsᴛ ɪɴ ᴄᴜʀsɪᴠᴇ "ʙʟᴀsʜʟᴇʏ"
ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ- ᴡᴇᴀʀs ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀᴄʏᴄʟᴇ sᴀғᴇ. ʜᴀs ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀs ʙɪᴋᴇʀ ʙᴀʀʙɪᴇ.

“мαувє ѕωєαяιηg ωιℓℓ нєℓρ”


𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢-
𝙰 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝-𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍.

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜- 𝙳𝚘𝚐𝚜, 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙷𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜- 𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚢, 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕, 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚜
𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜- 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜


ρєσρℓє тαℓк вєнιη∂ му вα¢к; αη∂ ι נυѕт ѕιт тнєяє тнιηкιηg, "∂αмη, ι gσт α ƒαη ¢ℓυв."


𝘏𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴-
𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘌𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 17 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘻 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦.

𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘵.

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[BeautifulLoser]

The night had been like any other - a night of dealing, running, and Brett having fought any person that tried to get in their way. The night had still been young, and all of the men had been all too restless when it came down to making plans. Brett, of course, wanted to go back home and drink himself into oblivion. Noah wanted to go out to high end clubs and do whatever drug was handed to him in dark bathrooms. Derek was too new around these parts to make any decisions, and sooner rather than later, the eyes had fallen to their leader. Of course, decision making always fell onto the man’s shoulders. At the end of the day, he was their leader and they were all merely followers. No matter what was said or what deals were made, it was always Razor who had a final say. They all looked to him, the group clouded in cigarette smoke and bad decision making. The leather clad outcasts - all on their way to getting lung cancer. That was if a string of bullets didn’t hit them first - the latter being inevitable.

Razor looked around the street they stood in. It was in no way unfamiliar, as he had known the streets like the back of his hand. He knew when there was new gangs trying to move in, and he knew where he couldn’t step foot. He was trying to stay alive for as long as possible, but there was that piece of him that wanted to switch up the narrative - even if it was just temporarily. They all waited, breaths held tight to their body, before Razor took a final glance around the streets. Familiar, yet strange. Store fronts had changed, owners had moved on, but it all looked the same. Everything had it’s place, and it was then that his dark eyes had settled on a smaller bar, tucked away from it all.

He knew that it was the type of bar that had the same sad faces that sat at it day in and day out. The kind of bar that probably had bar tenders above the age of sixty - none of them looking for any breath of trouble. Part of him knew to expect an old man with graying hair to be standing there, arms crossed, and a baseball bat hung on the wall to try to scare them away. With Brett and with him leading the way, he knew their dominance always won over any man or woman that tried to get them to leave their establishment. Razor, wasn’t looking for any trouble, at least not right now. He knew not to make enemies where they weren’t needed, and their usual bar was far too long of a walk from here. So, he settled on a place that was unfamiliar, and a place that he had never crossed the threshold until that moment.

The bell alerted the small bar to their presence, and the men all funneled in accordingly. Derek, claimed a booth as his own, and Cameron sat across from him. Noah, loud and boisterous, immediatley tried to play some pool game. Razor knew he would inevitably lose, and if some of the regulars joined in, he would get his ass beat. Razor never played any games, never put bets in places he couldn’t guarantee to work in his favor. Instead he moved right towards the bar and stationed himself in the corner - his eyes ready to detect any movements, entrances, or exits. Brett had moved away from most of the group and found his own form of belonging, leaving Razor as the lone wolf at the bar.

It didn’t take his eyes long to find a blonde woman. It was a far cry from the old man he anticipated, and he couldn’t help but take a long stare at her. It teetered on the edge of disrespectful, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away. He cleared his throat before he shrugged off his jacket and then his tattooed hands settled on the countertop. He tried to look at the assortment of liquor or beer, but he couldn’t be bothered. ”Do you have any Johnny Walker? Blue label, preferably .” He said before he raised an eyebrow.

”That’s the top shelf stuff, if you have it.” He couldn’t help the smirk from moving towards his lips. “Let me know if I have to unfortunately work my way down.” He moved to look around the bar, a long distant relative to their normal hangout place. “And what is your name?” He asked as he leaned forward.

 

[Elitope]

Everyone knew everyone at the small divey biker bar. Even Blake, who hadn't moved there too long ago was growing familiar with all of the regular faces. The owner was absent most of the time, leaving Blake in charge most nights- which had its troubles due to her young age in comparison to the other bartenders. There was Hal, who was a middle aged man that had once been part of some motorcycle club who told his stories, the same ones over and over again so that eventually all Blake heard was Charlie Brown's teacher's incessant droning. Then there was Lisa, once considered a milf until she got heavily into popping pills and alcohol. The closest to her age was Karly, she was 30 acting like she was the hottest thing to walk the earth with her dark black curls and low cut tops. She flirted with everything that had a pulse and was often extremely suggestive. It was no wonder Blake had mastered the eyeroll. Overall, the place wasn’t bad and Blake liked most of the regulars, even Hank who was known as the local drunk, where every dime he made went to the bar.

It was a slower night, Blake didn’t mind it as she caught up with finances and general maintenance. She was working the shift with Karly when she would have preferred working with anyone else. Blake’s blonde curls were tied back in a high ponytail, her aqua hues standing vibrantly on her face, a noticeable feature to most. She wore an oversized red and black flannel open with a black tank top underneath it. She listened as Hank droned on about his life. Everyone has a story Hank, she thought silently to herself as she wiped down the bar top. "Blakey, how about you pour me one of those old fashioned you make?" An older woman spoke. It was everything when someone was given a nickname, it meant they cared about the well-being of the individual, Blake went by many in her short time, she figured it was because she was the hand that poured them their drinks.

Despite the bar's appearance they had one of those newer juke boxes. A younger group of country guys were playing Jellyroll on it. Blake didn't mind it, it seemed to fit the overall vibe. Karly was over flirting with them and they were all about it. In their defense she was dressed so not much was left to the imagination. Blake didn't like the idea of dressing like that. Men were piggish enough and she wasn't looking for that kind of attention-it never seemed to have a negative outcome on her tips. She looked idly to her wrist tattoo, in sloppy writing it read "My better half-Blashley," a painful reminder that her best friend was gone. It was difficult for her to stay in the place they once called home after he had past. When the two of them had first met, Ash had tripped into a car, setting off it's alarm which caused Blake to erupt in a laughter before checking on the stranger. After they made their introductions they laughed about how they both had unlikely names for their gender. Blashley, the name they came up with as their 'couple name,' despite never being a couple. She shook the memories from her head and peeled her eyes away from her tattoo as she heard the entrance bell ring.

Her aqua hues lifted to watch the group of men funnel in, everyone else's eyes seemed to turn too. It wasn't usual for a group this large to come in and not be regulars. Blake watched as they all claimed their spots in the dingy bar. Most people never returned after their first time, at least not anyone under the age 40. Blake began preparing menus to hand off to one of the servers that walked around to the tables. The bar was busy for Blake to be managing it alone while Karly was off giving priority attention to the young men, however it seemed she was moving towards the bar as the newcomers arrived.

She could feel the stranger's eyes on her and her only thought was why? She inhaled and straightened her posture, there was always risk when unfamiliar faces walked in. It was easy for her to know her regulars and their tendencies. Mark was always hustling the pool table making bets after losing a few rounds he would make a perfect game. There was the group of "woo girls" but they were 35+ and loud. Damon she was always wary of because after a few too many he'd pick fights he couldn't hold. Blake was a natural flirt but also a no bullshitter, so not many men wasted time on her, which was a preference. She made her way over to the stranger who requested Johnnie Walker, the blue label. Her brows furrowed as he spoke to her like she might have no clue of what she was doing so she played dumb before quickly knowing what to say. "Oh, is it?" She turned her head to look at the top shelf and sure enough it was there.

"Wow, who would have thought a place like this would have such a thing. Though it's not top shelf." A smartass smirk drew upon her lips. "Actually we have the private collection, as some kind of joke. It's not even opened." She shrugged lightly pointing to it, slightly behind the blue label. He sounded pretentious but she brushed it off, people liked what they liked. "The name is Pearl." She stated simply, she generally gave a fake old lady name when first meeting someone. As she parted her lips to speak, Karly snuck in and interrupted, "Is Blake here boring you?" She leaned over the bar causing Blake's eyes to roll as she sold out her name, a usual dig from her.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

As the group had funneled in, Razor had to keep eyes on the whereabouts of everyone, especially Noah. He knew the younger male would get way in over his head, especially once the drinks started flowing. On the bad nights, scrawny Noah would try to fight guys that were bigger than Razor, and Brett would have to throw a couple of punches, and he would have to pay off whatever bouncer or bar owner was pissed at them. Then that would be another bar on the list of the ones they couldn’t even enter. It was a thought that prompted a chuckle from the back of his throat, but he kept track of where everyone was. He was sure that Brett would let the females in the bar grease him up before he would just stop talking to them and say he wanted to go home. Noah would probably get into it with the man that was already starting to hustle, and Cameron and Derek would find someone to take home tonight. It was the innerworkings of the gang, their own sort of unnoticed habits.

Razor looked back over at the blonde, a sore thumb amongst the rougher around the edges types. While the bar was busy enough for it being this time of night, he noted the way she seemed to both blend in and stand out. She wasn’t dressed nearly as sexy as her counterpart, and the men around her age didn’t seem to pay her any mind. He couldn’t blame them though, why chase after someone when there is another woman, wearing half the clothes, and ready to flirt? Maybe they had their own sort of habits in this bar too - maybe there was always a bartender that chased after clientelle while the other stayed behind to deal with the assholes like himself. Maybe this was a normal event, and his gang was only a blip in their own little sync world.

It didn’t take long for her to talk back to him, and for a moment he thought was going to have easy. He figured he would be able to at least take advantage of this girl, get a few cheaper drinks, but she caught on just as easy. So maybe that was why no one paid her any mind, maybe it was because she had a level head that couldn’t be fooled over. At the name announcement, though, he couldn’t help but cock his head to the side. However, before he could even utter a word, the other girl chimed in. It was the more annoying one, who interjected with the proper name. Part of him wanted to ignore the new woman entirely and focus his attention on the bartender he now knew to be Blake. he smirked at the new face before he worked his way ever so slightly around her, all while staying in his stool.

He asked as his eyebrow moved to it’s natural position and looked to the other girl briefly. “We have it under control now, thanks.” He said with a smirk, “I think your boyfriends in the back need help picking a new song or something.” He gestured his head towards the directions of the younger men that were more flannel and cowboy boots then they were anything else. It was the nicer of things he could say before he would really start to bite towards people, but he was caught up on the blonde that stood behind the bar. Blake. He needed to remember that name. “So new girl,” he decided to play along with her.

”You really had me thinking your name was Pearl.” He admitted as he leaned back in his seat. “I think I would’ve believed another old time-y name like Blanche or something...but I’m glad to hear it’s Blake.” He said to her. “I think it might be time to get the drinks flowing, however. Especially if you are getting paid to endure whatever nonsense she” he looked back at Karly and then at the men in leather “and my boys bring to this bar tonight.” His smirk returned. He wondered if the people that worked here knew his name or knew what kind of operation he ran. He wondered if they knew his name and this is the thought that prompted him to look over at Blake again.

”I’ll pay your rent for this month if you guess my name correctly.” He tested this theory often, ”And you better guess fast before one of my guys name drops me.” He chuckled at the thought, as Karly’s dig wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities for his guys either, they were all assholes like that.

 

[Elitope]

Blake's attention was immediately redirected when the man dismissed Karly, that was new. Especially for here, most men were eager for any woman willing to give them the time of day. While Blake was younger, she didn't dress the same. Her denim jeans were tattered and hugged her form but she preferred comfort over pleasing a stranger's eyes. However, her attention couldn't help be drawn to the man who had passed up an easy conquest. She smirked as she turned around and leaned her elbows on the bar as she studied the man. He was clearly older, and he seemed like the leader of the pact type. Blake had been able to get a read on people pretty easily. Her smirk drew wider as Karly huffed and turned away, going somewhere else to get the attention she desired. Again Blake looked over the man, studying his tattoos now, admiring them even. She had always been a fan of well done tattoos.

As he spoke of her fake name she couldn't help but give a brief chuckle, "I don't like giving away my name so easily, things are so easy to find on the internet nowadays." Blake had a record she'd rather the world not know about. She was accused of her father's demise which was ruled self defense after years of unfavorable circumstances-community service. She had been arrested for petty crimes mostly, shoplifting, going through people's cars, she was lucky to find this place that gave her a chance. Her misdemeanor past just that, the past. "Blake's the name though," she said pushing up off the bar as she turned around. She moved to the back shelf now, stepping on the counter to reach up for the Johnnie Walker he had requested just prior. She had refrained getting it figuring he'd much prefer Karly's services.

This man had confidence, he held himself to a standard she couldn't quite pinpoint but she was grateful for his recognition of Karly's nonsense. "One grows used to it, and this place is known for nonsense and trouble. I doubt there is much I can't handle." She smirked, clearly having no idea who the man was and at the moment she wasn't making it a priority to get to know him but she was enjoying the conversation. "Blanche though?" She chimed as she was facing him once more, "I thought Pearl was an excellent choice, wanted to give the indication I wasn't giving my real name." She admitted to him with a smirk.

"Your confidence is remarkable to think I would just know your name-" she thought for a moment. "You strike me as a Sir Wells Barrington the third type." She gave the first phoney name she could think of, she didn't like games. "However, do I look like that much of a charity case that I need my rent paid?" She perks her brow with a smirk. "I have no idea of your name, but I bet it's not one you go by. You probably go by a nickname of sorts. One to make you seem tough and dangerous. Like a big flashing warning sign that says 'BEWARE'" she emphasized with a fit of laughter followed behind it.

"Now do you want this Johnnie Walker over ice or like a man do you take it neat?" She asked waving the bottle back and forth.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

“I like a good mysterious past on a woman,” he said as he looked at her and the way she seemed to study him, just as much as he was doing to her. “So are you a big drug lord with a warrant out for your arrest?” He asked, “I better not google Pearl Blanche Blake and find you as number one on America’s Most Wanted with a huge reward.” He teased her as he tried to get a good understanding of her. Why didn’t she want people knowing about her or seeing her? Most people these days would choose exposure and likes over everything. He ultimately new why he wasn’t going to give away his name, but he wondered why she didn’t want to give away hers. “Or are you just not wanting me to see the tragic fashion choices you made six years ago today?” He raised an eyebrow and tried to keep the mood light. The topic of the past was never a favorable one for anyone.

He watched as she turned to get his drink, and he had to come to the sharp realization of just how sober he was in that moment. It wasn’t a state he liked to be in, as there wasn’t anything that compared to being rip roaring drunk and making an ass out of himself. He was sure the other guys had a good lead on him, but he almost always out drank everyone. He was sure once the drinks were flowing, Blake was going to regret what she had just said. “I don’t know if anyone could grow used to our level of bullshittery and nonsense,” he chuckled. As she went on about the fake name, he shook his head. “I haven’t met anyone named Blanche nor Pearl in existence.” He said to her, “I should’ve known instantly that you were bullshitting me,” he chuckled.

As she gave him an alias, he held his hand over his heart. “Ouch,” he tried to play it off but it wasn’t hard to tell that his ego was temporarily bruised. “Wells Barrington, huh?” He played it off as he threaded his fingers together and set them in front of him on the table. At her next statement, he shook his head. “Not a charity case in the slightest, but now I’m wondering if I’m going to get arrested for aiding and abetting.” He joked. As she touched upon his name, he couldn’t help but scoff at her arrogance. It was hard to push down the smirk that played at his lips, so he leaned forward to get closer to her, only for her to wave the bottle around.

“Neat, come on now Blake.” He rolled his eyes as he laughed along with her. As he went to ask her another question, he felt an eager push and shove on his shoulders. ”Razor!” Noah exclaimed all too eagerly, “I just beat that dude at some pool. Told you I was getting good!” He yelled as he nudged on Razor some more. Razor chuckled and pushed him back. “Go get him, bud.” Razor encouraged with a laugh before he looked at Blake. “How soon before the hustler tries to literally kick his ass?” He asked

 

[Elitope]

She was puzzled why he seemed so curious about her, it wasn't every day she got the attention of a charming individual. "We all make mistakes," she said not really elaborating much. There wasn't anything that bad, she was amused at the idea of her being a drug lord though. She leaned in over the bar, moving so she could speak in a half whisper, bringing the palm of her hand to the side of her face as if to hide what she was going to say. "I'm actually the leader of a dangerous cartel, I'd be careful if I were you," she shot him a playful wink followed by a bright smiled chuckle. Again, there was nothing that bad, besides the death of her father but he had earned that. There was a time she was in a 24 hold after the loss of her best friend, she had been found wandering in a blurred state with blood on her hands. She didn't need everyone knowing she had a night stay at the loony bin. She knew he couldn't tell her age, most assumed her older. "Considering 6 years ago I was 15 I doubt I had a good sense of fashion." She smirked pushing up off the bar again.

She chuckled as she began to pour him his drink, a smile resting on her lips as she listened to him go on. "Me? A bullshitter?" She held her hand to her chest for a dramatic effect, "I am no such thing." A laughter left her lips. "Don't take too much offense, I do it to most newcomers." She said with a smile as she gave her excuse for the fake name, secretly cursing Karly for selling her out. She shifted in her stance as she tilts her head slightly, pushing his drink to him. "Open or closed?" She asks briefly before moving onto another question. "So what brings you to this shit hole tonight?" She asks, genuinely curious.

"If you think that was a serious guess, you've mistaken me for someone who thought they could actually guess your name. I don't have that kind of confidence." She admitted with a smirk. As he moved closer she smiled, feeling she had irked him in someway, she did enjoy the occasional rise out of someone. "I'm sorry, I'm just not known for speaking euphemisms and biting my tongue when I should. Though there is nothing to aid and abet so I think you are safe there." She winked, her eyes fixated on his, almost searching for a reaction now.

Blake smiled as he took it neat, laughing a bit. She pointed at him enthusiastically as his "name" was called out. A smirk playing on her slightly pursed lips. "Razor huh?" Blake smiled knowing his man was about to get hustled but apparently so did he. "He has a two game rule, so after this one. Also has a way of getting under someone's skin to make them play several more. You need to go warn him?" Blake asked.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

Whenever she said they all make mistakes, he nodded, “You could say that again.” He took in a deep breath. He had made enough mistakes and committed enough sins that there was no cleansing his soul. It was a small portion of the reason he went by such a ridiculous name. The less people knew about him, the better. As she said she was in the cartel, he couldn’t help but stifle a snort of laughter. He couldn’t blatantly tell her that if she really was the leader of a cartel, he’d probably know of her and would probably have to kill her, as that would really put a damper on the evening. He would much rather sit, look, and talk to a pretty girl and forget about all the business stuff that came along with his job. “I’ll do you one better,” he leaned forward to get a good look at her before she was able to pull away, “I’m actually a dangerous leader of a gang.” He said before he laughed to cover it all up. He tried to do the math in his head before he started to count. “So 15...16...17...” he trailed off, “You’re only 21?” He asked as he leaned back. “I feel old.” He chuckled.

”I think I may have found someone as sarcastic and as much of an asshole as me,” he pointed towards her and leaned back in his seat before he tapped his tattooed knuckles on the bar top. Her next question he let roll around in his head for a moment Before he shrugged his shoulders, “Oh, you know, just finding new places to cause trouble in.” He said to her. “These guys all need a constant change of pace or else we get thrown out of everywhere and have to go to the next city over to party.” He said, “But really, we just happened to be in the area, figured we’d stop in. The boys wanted to get drunk as soon as possible.” He laughed, “I sound like I’m their mom or something.” He took a long drink from his glass.

As she started to apologize to him, he shook his head. “Oh, please don’t feel the need to apologize. I appreciate an outspoken woman.” He said to her. “I, however, am uncertain about you not having anything exciting going on in your life. I’m half certain that I’m currently sitting across from America’s Most Wanted.” He watched her wink and the way that her eyes seemed to lock with his. He wondered what she could see in his darkened eyes, and he tried to get a read on hers before she pointed at him enthusiastically.

As she started to go on about the hustler, he finished off the first round of his drink and he pushed the now empty glass towards her. At the thought of warning Noah, he snorted again. “No, he doesn’t deserve a warning.” He shook his head. “Besides, Brett over there will only let the hustler get one good swing in. Noah can handle a black eye,” he pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket. “Do you smoke, Pearl?” He asked as he pushed the now open box towards her.

 

[Elitope]

Blake studied him, a part of her believed what he said as he spoke of being a leader of a gang, though he didn't seem dangerous, though the dangerous side had to be earned she was certain. She played along, "So you've heard of me then? They call me the machine" she teased as she quoted from a comedian she had once heard. Then she turned to him, still leaning close. "Careful, someone might believe you. You look the part but I don't make assumptions." She said coyly as she stood up to pour herself a drink, whiskey neat but a cheaper bottle. She liked this place because she was able to drink while she worked. "To a life of crime," she raised her glass jokingly before swigging it back. She laughed and shook her head, "You may feel old but you don't look old." She offered a compliment, not something she did very often but the man had managed to hold her interest so she didn't mind.

"Oh quit sweet talking me now," she said as he called her an asshole, clearly taking it as a compliment. "We can't all be so charming," she chimed offering yet another wink. "Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't say that," she trailed off, "Trouble is kind of a turn on for me," she flirted playfully as he spoke of their intentions. Again, she believed him but trouble was no stranger to this place. "Look at you, dangerous gang leader with a nurturing side," she chuckles. "Well I'm glad you stopped in," she put emphasis on you, as she didn't know the others. "Be hard to get kicked out of this place, at least not permanently." She said as she looked at him again with a smirk.

"Nothing exciting in my life huh?" She said pondering the statement. "I work here how can I not lead an exciting life." Blake smirked, she was well aware of her complacent life. "Haven't lived here long enough for anything exciting in my life." Blake had only been in town a few months, she had to escape the place that reminded her of Ashley. She was constantly surrounded by reminders of him, it didn't help they lived together. She felt her eyes drift to her tattoo again, the one in his terrible handwriting. It would seem like it was a relationship type thing but Ash was only a friend, a friend who was into men and since they met everything was platonic on both sides, more obvious reasons for him. She looked back to his eyes, and still was pondering if he was truly what he said, playing it off as some joke.

As he pushed the empty glass towards her she filled it rather quickly, pushing it back towards him fully refreshed. She smiled as Hal one of the older bartenders came in. "Hey Hal," she greeted and he gave her a cheeky grin. "B, how are you now?" He said passing her with a smile as he shook his head peering over at Karly, helping herself to some guy's lap. "All night?" Hal asked. "Most of it." Blake responded watching him rub his temples. He began to serve the bar, they had three when nights began to get busier. Blake turned to Razor and smiled, "I know you'd think B is short for Blake but it's not. It's really short for Bitch," she chuckles as she swigs back the rest of her drink.

"Pearl here is a smoker," she chuckled accepting his offer but pointing to a sign. "Though outside only," she said as the sign read 'No Indoor Smoking.'

 

[BeautifulLoser]

“You know what?” He asked after hearing this story of hers that he couldn’t help but laugh at, “I think The Machine and Razor would make the best, unstopPablo power duo there is.” He joked with her. Of course you could never really be able to tell what a person was capable of until it came down to life or death. Derek was the best at finding people that didn’t want to be found, but he wasn’t like Razor or any of his other guys. He wore no ink on his skin and was a blonde haired blue eyed pretty boy. No one would know that he ran with a dangerous gang and they used that in their favor to blindside anyone and everyone that came along. He took a long sip of his drink after he laughed at her statement. “May The Machine and Razor’s survival be long, and our death swift.” He said to her. “And I’ll drink to your compliment as well,” He mentioned.

”Hey now, there’s no reason to bad mouth a very sweet woman that is willing to listen to me talk, all while serving me one of my favorite drinks.” He raised his glass. “And shit, if trouble is a turn on, we’re good to go.” He winked at her before she mentioned he had a nurturing side. “Maybe beautiful women pull it out of me.” He said lowly and then laughed at her statement about it being hard to get permanently banned from there. “You really haven’t met my men, then.” He teased her. Back in their early days they were no stranger to coming into bars, trashing them, working up hundreds of dollars in damages, and getting away with it. Now they have learned to fly under the radar always.

”You having the nickname bitch?” He raised an eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe.” His tone was laced with the slightest hint of sarcasm as he smirked at her. He had met plenty of bitches in his life, had slept with even more of them, and had gotten into verbal fights with several. ”I haven’t known you for that long, but I think there is a difference between being a bitch.... and being a crazy bitch.” He threw back the majority of the new glass of alcohol before he was ready for another one, but first, a cigarette. As she pointed to the sign, he smiled again. “So you do follow some rules.” He teased as he swiveled out of his seat to stand up.

He rolled back his broad shoulders as he stood up and shrugged on his jacket that he didn’t remember taking off. “Well, if you want to, you can join me for a cigarette.” He offered as his eyes landed on a side door. “Don’t worry, I won’t try to make out with you or jump you or anything.” He joked as he started to walk to the far end of the bar. “Unless you want me to,” he teased. “Or... unless you don’t want to miss the fight that’s about to take place.” He gestured towards Noah.

 

[Elitope]

Despite how she was at work, letting Karly usually be the friendly one, Blake wasn't known as the quiet type. Some people had mistaken her for it, thought of her as more reserved until she'd open her blunt, outspoken mouth and change their minds immediately. She was extroverted enough the people seemed to enjoy her there, but it was rare when someone held her attention for a duration of time. "I'm already unstoppable," she shrugged nonchalantly with a smirk drawing upon her lips. Her confidence was a false one, while she could act and play the part she was filled with her own insecurities. As they made their cheers and took a swig from that amber liquid she smiled. "You should drink to my compliment, I don't hand them out very often." Blake said, every word was the truth.

Blake shifted her stance, as she listened to the charming man, it had been sometime since she had a conversation that held and entertained her. Usually her simple conversations consisted of normal pleasantries, how about that weather? How's your day? and so on. She felt engaged with every back and forth they had, it was a nice change of pace for her, and better yet a nice distraction from her loss she had been sulking in. She was good at putting on a face but it didn't mean she didn't think of Ash every now and again. He winked and she smiled, it was a natural smile, not the one she usually faked to keep guests entertained and paying for more drinks. As he complimented her, her face flushed a gentle red as she blushed, "so charming," she laughed a bit. "I haven't met their acquaintance yet, but you sure seem confident in their misbehavior." Blake chimed. "Be a shame to kick you out permanently," she added simply.

"You just haven't seen that side of me yet, consider yourself lucky," she winked at his raised eyebrow. Blake wasn't really a bitch but she had a backbone and stood up for herself. It was usually with men who thought they could come in and be handsy right away. She didn't let anyone touch her, she wasn't a fan of physical touch. Her temper was known to get the better of her, it wasn't rare for her to send a right hook into a man's face which was usually followed by "you bitch," at which time one of the regulars or bouncers would step in. Blake was respected and treated like a jewel that couldn't be tarnished. It was more than just the staff that looked out for her, even if she hadn't been there long. "Some rules," Blake winked playfully.

Blake debated, she was sure it wasn't a good idea but at the same time she could use the break and was enjoying the conversation. She didn't trust him, but she trusted his words. Blake made a habit of not easily trusting people, especially when she had just met them. Though something made her believe him when he spoke of not trying anything. "Gotta wait for the best things in life," she responded to his 'unless you want me to,' not directly saying no. It was more of a not yet and a playful way to boost her own ego. "Considering the hustler doesn't know when to stop, I think it's best I am not here when it plays out. He's got a mouth that gets him into trouble." Blake said moving her head in the direction of the side door, waiting for him to follow her outside for the smoke break. That would draw a look from Karly who rolled her eyes, only upset she wasn't getting the attention of every man in the bar.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” He replied as she mentioned how she was already unstoppable. Of course, he had no way of really knowing that. He had known her for all of fifteen minutes, and he knew all too well that people were just different when under the restrictions of a job or being at work. While he really wasn’t all that different when it came to his work life versus his regular life, he had a tendency to be just a touch more chill when he wasn’t running all over the place. He knew he was less aggressive and more passive, but those moments had to be few and far between. Because, at the end of the day, there really were no sixty-year-old gang leaders. They all died early or got locked up for life. It was just the reality of their situation, and he knew that all too well. “Is that so?” He asked in reference to her compliment statement. “Well, I can drink even more to that, then.” He smirked at her.

He watched the way her demeanor slightly changed around him, even from the first few minutes he walked in. She didn’t shrink away from his asshole-like comments. Instead she spit back an equally smartass response, and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of it. Whenever she started to blush, he couldn’t pass up on the moment to tease her for it. “Are you blushing?” He asked her with a raise of his eyebrow. “I guess I haven’t lost my touch.” He teased as he listened to her. “It would be a shame to be removed permanently, I agree.” He nodded. “I’d hate to lose my new partner in crime over my guys being asses.” He said as he looked over at them. They all seemed pretty tame, and he knew it was only a matter of time before one or more of them took their chances with Karly. Noah was about to lose at a game of pool, Brett was about to intervene, it was all the same shit, just a different day.

Whenever she said he had yet to see her bitchy side, he nodded. Again, they had been together all of, now what was probably twenty minutes. He knew that there were multiple sides to people. “Just as you have yet to see my asshole side.” he said before he considered the moment he walked in. “Well... at least the true asshole side,” he smirked as she said she followed some rules. “Pity,” he teased as she winked at him. He had to admit that the wink stirred up something inside of him. He just wasn’t sure what that was yet. It almost was a feeling that was enough to make him uncomfortable.

As she lead the way to the outside door, he moved to push it open and step outside. “Gotta wait for the best things in life,” he repeated with a chuckle. He let the words settle before he moved the conversation back over to Noah. “Well, Noah doesn’t have a mouth on him so the hustler should be safe until Brett takes over,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he pulled a cigarette out of the flimsy box lit it, and handed her over another cigarette and the lighter. “So, are you born and raised in a shit hole city like this one?” he asked her after a moment of silence had fallen between the pair. “Or are you a somewhat newbie around these parts?”

 

[Elitope]

This was the first time Blake had loosened up in awhile, it didn’t mean she was interested, only intrigued. Blake couldn’t remember the last time she had been into someone. Sure she’d harmlessly flirt and that usually dulled but Razor was entertaining, he kept her engaged and it wasn’t every day she would take up someone’s offer for a smoke. Usually she took her breaks alone in solace. When he mentioned her blushing her eyebrows furrowed some and she shook her head. “Sorry to ruin your confidence but I was actually blushing because Hank just knows how to make me swoon,” she teases as she motions to hank. The sixty year old who was talking about his war stories. Hank glanced over at Blake with a look almost of disgust which just made her chuckle a bit before getting herself out of there.


Outside the side door was dimly lit by an old street light that would flicker every now and again. Blake didn’t mind the dingy look of the side street, again she had grown to appreciate the area because anything was better than home and it’s reminders. She heard his repeat of her words and smiled to herself as she still faced away and propped the door so that it didn’t close behind her. The street glistened with the hint of a light drizzle rain that had just ended. Blake inhaled as it was still a breath of fresh air in comparison to the stuffy indoors of the bar.


She settled herself against the brick wall, leaning her back into it as she watched him approach. He was much taller than her, and her best self defense was locked in her car under the seat, so if he were to push boundaries she would just have to scream, or go for a kick where every man was weak. While the worst case scenarios ran through her mind, it didn’t change that she didn’t feel threatened by the man, he didn’t seem like the type to make hasty decisions.


Blake smiled and accepted the cigarette and lighter. As he asked his question she lit the cigarette and took a slow drag off of it before exhaling, turning her head in a direction so it wouldn’t be blown directly in his face. “I did not grow up here,” she affirmed and as he spoke of her being a newbie, she supposed that she was. “I’ve only been out here for a year and haven’t done much outside of working and binge watching tv series into odd hours of the night.” Blake said simply as the cigarette lazily hung between two of her fingers.


“Suppose that makes me new, I haven’t done any exploring.” She shrugs it off before looking at him as she takes another pull and exhales. “And you? Born and raised?” She asked, assuming he was for some reason but she couldn’t quite put a firm stance behind it, it just seemed he had been there for at least a decade.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

As she mentioned hurting his confidence, he held a hand over his heart. “You’ve already knocked my confidence down several pegs, I don’t know if I can handle much more!” He joked dramatically as he looked over at her. He laughed at this thought and then looked over at the man she was speaking about. “I don’t know if you’re stalking that man but he definitley looks perturbed at your accusations,” he leaned forward to tell her this with another laugh. He liked this girl, he seemed to have a decent enough read on her to tell she was normal enough to keep his confidence and his attitude at a level that was managable and she definitley tested his ego. It was a nice change of pace from what would normally either be women cowering from him, or trying too hard to get with him. He could tell that this wasn’t the case with Blake.

As they meandered outside, Razor watched the way she took his cigarette And took a long drag. He followed suit, kicked up against the other wall as he took his drag and blew it out. He listened to her recount her small story before he nodded, the conversation having been pointed back to him. There was a reason he went by the name he did, a reason why no one knew much about him outside of the street life, and while he wasn’t going to dispel all of that information to Blake, he offered a small shrug of his shoulders.

“I’ve had my fair share of city living. All of them sort of start to look the same.” He said to her. “I guess that this one is a fucked up sense of home, if I could even call it that.” He said as he took another drag of his cigarette. He understood what she meant about being new. There was always that weird lull where you were no longer new, but were familiar about the ins and outs of a place. ”It becomes home whenever you know all of the best and worst Chinese places and the fastest Taco Bell drive through.” He smiled over at her.

“So newbie,” he said as he looked across the small alleyway at her. “I can’t say I watch much TV these days... but let me guess...” He looked up towards the dreary sky then back at her. “I’m pegging you as either being a crime show type of girl or the kind that likes the random shows that are sitcoms that only last about a season or two before they’re canceled.”

 

[Elitope]

"Hank's just playing hard to get-It's our thing," she said simply but a broad and natural smile drew on her lips as she thought of the ridiculousness of it all. Hank was more like a father figure and despite Blake's upbringing-she didn't have "daddy issues." Blake pushed her back into the wall and looked over at him as they relaxed in one each other's company. She liked him. Most guys didn't see past Blake's oversized jackets and normal wear they looked to Karly and she didn't mind it because she didn't want to attract that kind of person. Others who had paid her mind got grabby, they just wanted anything they could get. Their crude words and volatile flirtations would get Blake's temper going. She had kicked a few out for it before, she also had a mean right hook that spoke for itself. Razor genuinely seemed to be interested in her, not even in a more than friends sense, just a casual interest. She could appreciate that, she was a train wreck internally, what's the harm in making a friend here and there.

Guilt wavered over her as she had been pretty simple and to the point. She tried not to bore people with every little detail so she kept her story short. There also wasn't much light in her story, sure the years she had with Ashley or even her brother like friend were great. The three of them had a grand time going out and checking out men together. Harmlessly flirting, and stirring all kinds of trouble. She had the two best guy friends she could ever ask for, especially since she wasn't their type in the simplest sense. That had been her home, her people were her home and now she didn't have people. She was hoping to be like a feather on the wind drifting through the air, seeing new places but now she felt more like a desert tumbleweed, scratching and bumping along the ground, getting run over by cars, until inevitable it just settles.

So Blake was settling for here, for the bar. This was the first time she had made an effort to really even talk to someone and actually be curious and interested in them. Usually she heard the same old bar stories from the same old blokes. "Fucked up sense of home is the only sense of home I know then," she chuckled as she took a final pull from the cigarette and put it out against the wall, flicking the end into a nearby trash bin. Blake tucked her hands in the pockets of her flannel as she listened to him make assumptions. She laughed at some of them but he was a bit off.

"I'm not that interesting I'm afraid. Criminal Minds is the only crime show, so you scratched the surface. I like scary things mostly, and The Office. That shit is my jam." She laughs a bit as a million Michael Scott quotes run through her head. "There was one show that ended season two called Jericho, it was like post apocalyptic but a huge conspiracy. No zombies, it was nuclear. Pretty good, and it had Skeet Ulrich and who can say no to watching him." She smirks.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

Razor couldn’t help but scoff at her remark about Hank playing hard to get. “Oh I’m sure that’s exactly what it is,” he joked along with her before they were settled into the alley. What was weird was how private it felt between the two of them. Just moments prior they were in a somewhat crowded bar, hardly talking about anything with substance. Now they were in an alleyway, more than open grounds. Between the two of them though, the world fell eerily silent. There was just the sound of the night air above them, the small distant whisperings of the outside world still trickling in. The silence was nice, it was welcoming, and in the presence of her, it felt oddly warm. It was a nice change of pace from the usual hustle and bustle. He could appreciate this.

Whenever she said fucked up sense of home being her only home, he nodded for a moment. He understood that feeling well, despite seemingly having it all in his life previous. Many rumors have spread, even amongst the guys, about what kind of life he had to have that lead him here. They like to think that most people aren’t just evil for the sake of being evil. Surely, to be the kind of man he is, he had to of been abused and neglected to extreme senses of the word. And while he had tried to distance himself from these memories in order to forget, he knew that wasn’t the truth. He left behind a lot to join the life of crime that he led now. It was all his own doing, and no one else’s. But a fucked up sense of home fit well, as the streets were now his home - when they never were prior.

“I’d bet that you are a whole hell of a lot more interesting then you give yourself credit for... everyone always is.” He said as he glanced over at her. As he listened to her stream of preferred TV shows, he gave her his full attention. This was a weird thing for him - as most pleasantries he tried to skip over. In his day to day life he didn’t care to listen to someone’s life story like where they were from or how many siblings they had or what their favorite ice cream flavors were, but for her... this felt like an exception to the rule. “Skeet Ulrich, the guy from Scream, right?” He asked her. “That was the horror movie I first watched as a kid. It felt more comforting at the end with how funny Stu became.” He smiled at the thought. ”Felt a lot less scary with the humor added in.”

He noted the way she had finished off her cigarette and tossed the remainder, to which he followed shortly after. ”I’m assuming you have to get back to work, yeah?” He asked as he straightened out and stood at his usual height. He adjusted his jacket and tucked the box of cigarettes into their rightful place. “I should probably get the boys out of here before it’s a brawl over a game of pool and before Cameron tries to get with your girl.” He chuckled. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to give you my number and invite you over to the party that will inevitably happen once we get back to our place?” He asked her. “After I close out my tab, of course.” He chuckled.

 

[Elitope]

Blake was enjoying the conversation, as well as the break from the stuffy inside of the bar. She had no rush of wanting to get right back to work so she was happy to idle there until it was naturally time to move back in. A light scoff and the roll of her eyes was clear as he mentioned her being more interesting than she gave herself credit for. She shook her head as he finished the sentence and smirked, “You give people a lot more credit than they deserve.” She smiled playfully as she stood up straight now, pushing her back off of the wall. “Yes, that Skeet Ulrich. Damn, a man after my heart if we’re starting to dive into slasher films.” Blake chuckled.


Slasher films were a slight obsession for Blake, even the 80’s series of films that had come out. Blake was a nerd about them. From their corny acting, unbelievable plots, and general ideas, Blake could talk about those types of horror films forever. She watched other horror movies as well but the slasher films didn’t scare her. She had seen all of the Jaws franchise, all of the Saws, Freddy and Jason, the list goes on and on. The only one she had never really gotten into was Chucky. They were an escape for her as a child and now her guest bedroom in her apartment was a specifically themed movie room. It was her simple pleasure in life, owning the VHS, DVDS, and inevitably the blue rays and whatever was to come next. She needed every version.


“I grew up watching slasher films, starting with the 80’s classics onto the continuing franchises today.” She quipped but she didn’t say much more, there was no need to bore the man and it was easy for her to lose her way in conversation when that was the topic.


As he reminded her of work she smirked, “They’re pretty easy going in there but I don’t want to leave Hank with the half-wit for too long.” Blake chuckled a bit. She didn’t like taking advantage of the relaxed environment, it was difficult being the only one on duty with Karly, she did nearly nothing. “So it’s getting to be that time,” she eyes the door briefly before looking towards him.


“Shit we’re already to that part?” She pondered thinking for a moment. “I haven’t even had time to plan my excuses,” her voice trailed as she smirked. “Tell me what sounds more believable,” she began, “Oh so sorry! I work really late tonight. Or ``Oh I'm under the weather, maybe a raincheck?” She held up a finger, “OR do I just throw you a curveball and say I have to get home my pet trex wrecked the plumbing and my apartment is flooding.” She chimed with a bright eyed smile.


If he would allow her she would take a sharpie from her waitress apron, without much warning she would take his hand and write her number down on it, followed by “-Pearl”. “Guess you’ll have to find out.” The number was real, he had earned it. Not everyday someone set aside their creepiness to have an actual conversation.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

Whenever she said he gave people more credit than they deserved, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. It was quite the opposite, at least, in his working world. He never gave anyone any credit, his men could attest to that. But of course, someone on the outside had no way of knowing it or being able to otherwise call his bluff. He looked at her for a moment and had a momentary loss of thought as he took in her appearance. She didn’t fit his type, so why was he looking at her? For one, she was way younger and just... a natural kind of beautiful. No, now wasn’t the time. Not the time at all to be thinking of that kind of stuff. They were just two humans who came across eachother and smoked. Nothing more nothing less. He couldn’t let her get in the way of all he’s worked for. He could still appreciate a beautiful woman though, right?

”I grew up watching a lot of horror films as well. My interest In them has kind of tapered off, I’m afraid.“ he shrugged his shoulders. “I feel like I never have time to watch movies or to stay current on what’s going on.” He said as he rubbed his temples for a moment. “I did enjoy watching Noah watch Insidious, though. He slept on the couch for well over a week because no one would sleep in his room with him.” He chuckled. It was one of the moments that Noah’s young age came out. They were the ones running with some evil to the core people and no one shrieked away at the thought, but a scary movie made Noah scared to even go to sleep at night. The thought reminded him of home and all he left behind.

As she mentioned she needed to get back to work, he nodded his head. He considered having another smoke and then going to round up the boys, but her movement got him to start in the direction of the side door. He only hoped he didn’t walk into Cameron and Karly cuddled up together, and he really didn’t want to walk into a scene of two men with their chests puffed out at each other ready to fight.

As she rattled off some pretend excuses, he laughed with her. “I‘d believe the trex one the least, so always go with that one. You know, take my ego out in one solid punch.” He smiled back at her as she reached for his hand. He watched as she scribbled her number down, the marker almost getting lost amongst all the other tattoos and ink on his skin. He studied it for a moment before he held onto her wrist gently. “Here.” He said as handed her a few hundred dollar bills. ”For our tabs, and for keeping me in good company tonight.” he said to her. “I’ll tell my boys to get to getting... and I hope this is a real number you gave me. Because I know where you work now,” he winked at her.

 

[Elitope]

Blake knew better than to have interest in a stranger, yet he was so charming. There was definitely an attraction but Blake had been able to ignore attraction before. Her brows perked briefly and she looked over him once more. He seemed like bad news or maybe she was telling herself that because she didn't want to feel anything. The young woman had never been in love or even made an attempt at a relationship. Her upbringing reminded her of how no one could be trusted. Ash was the exception, he was her trust and then he had to die. She felt bitter about it, angry even if she knew it wasn't fair to hold that anger. She redirected her attention back the man that stood right there and offered a smile, she wasn't sure what to say so she just listened and tried to keep her mind from running astray.

"Hey to each their own, besides you seem like a very busy guy where as I have this and all the time." She added as she listened to him discussing horror films. She was not one to push someone into liking what she liked, she valued people's individuality so it was refreshing to have someone who was talking to her without trying to relate to everything she said. A fit of laughter escaped her lips as he talked about Noah watching Insidious for the first time. "That one was pretty scary, I'll give him that one. Though I didn't need to sleep on the couch for well over a week." She explained. "So do you live with all these guys in some like frat house?" She poked fun slightly, knowing very well he was above the fraternity age but she still found it amusing.

As they stepped back inside she looked around, everyone seemed complacent and well taken care of. Hank was always on top of things, taking a break with just Karly around was near impossible without someone losing it. Blake pointed over at the men who looked ready to fight and smirked. "I'll leave you to that one, I warned ya he was a hustler. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't had his ass kicked more." She chimed amused.

It was clear this place was a sort of home for her. She thoroughly enjoyed the rough nature of the place and while she was petite in stature, she looked like she could hold her own while Karly just looked like she held other things. Blake shivered at the thought and looked to Razor as he handed her way too much. "This is a dive bar, we don't charge that much." She said skeptically as he made his flash with the money. "And wow that makes me sound like I have a whole different career," she smirked lightly. "It's real and if it isn't then lucky me, you'll be back." She winked back before turning around and heading back behind the bar.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

“I meant that innocently,” he said towards her comment of it being a different career. The thought made him laugh and shake his head. “I guess we will find out tonight if it’s real, otherwise I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said teasingly as he started to round up the boys. Luckily no punches had been thrown yet, and Noah was almost irritated that Razor was pulling him away from this game of pool. He gave one final farewell to Blake before he shuffled everyone out of the door. Luckily they all came in as a unit and they all left as a unit, something that he was thankful for. Of course there were the nights where every guy was either bringing back a girl or a friend, but he knew that with the lack of company, they’d make up for it by throwing a massive party back at the warehouse.

And, like clockwork, he wasn’t wrong and more and more people started to filter in through their doors.

Blake was almost right in the fact that they all lived together in some form of a frat house. It was a fucked up one to say the least, the place a bare bones excuse of a house. It was once an older warehouse in the city, a smaller one that was left behind long ago. It didn’t have huge ceilings that were as big as business towers, it didn’t have left over machines or large water towers. The top of the building didn’t have a red flashing light for planes. Instead, it was a large two story building with a loading dock tucked in the back. The area was surrounded by a wired fence, but after years of this place being home, there were tons of openings and makeshift doors throughout the exterior. The bedrooms were all in the upstairs, and the partying and the business remained downstairs.

It was the perfect place for a party of misfits, them having scared off all homeless people that came wandering in a long time ago. Before they took over it was a hot spot for teens to come in, get high and drunk, and pass out on the cement flooring. But much like the homeless, they managed to scare those kids away, too. So it was their own large fucked up frat house filled to the nines with the bare minimum furniture, lots of drugs and alcohol, and several men running an operation that was way larger than any of them. It was a party house to the naked eye, and the loading docks was where they kept it hidden from everyone else. It didn’t take long for the party to get kicked off that night. What was a few people straggling in turned into people everywhere - from the front lawn to the living room and make shift kitchen. There were drinking games, dancing, and drugs being spread around the place like candy.

It didn’t take long for his alcohol from both the bar and what he was sucking down at this party to get his fingers moving towards his phone. The number, slightly blurred due to his intoxication, was almost hard to decipher in his inebriated state, but he made do. He assumed he had gotten the right number and just sent a quick text with his location pinned to it

’The frAt party is happening You shyuld come’

 

[Elitope]

She smiled and watched as they shuffled out of the bar, leaving it quieter and back to it's calm slowness. Blake was focused back on her work, mindlessly chatting with a few regulars while Karly did her thing. It wasn't long before Karly was off which just left Blake in the bar area while Hank walked her out to her car. It was safe practices in that part of town, though Blake closed numerous times without anyone being around. Tonight was different though, Hank was with her after returning from escorting Karly to her car. The two worked well together, closing the place down in a timely manner after the last person left. The two of them walked out to their cars and bid each other a goodnight before getting in their cars and leaving the locked up place.

Blake was just arriving home when she received the text, she smirked as she opened her dingy apartment. She was welcomed by a pitch blackness and the happy pants of her dog. "Reggie!" She smiled as she flicked on a lightly and snuggled the healthy looking doberman. She shuffled for her phone as she kicked the door closed. She smirked as she read the text again and hit the reply button. "Ok." It was all she responded, the location was already there. This was out of character for her but she didn't see the harm in going outside of her comfort zone. She needed something aside from sulking in her apartment. She walked Reggie so he could get out and stretch his legs. As they got back to the apartment she looked through her closet, huffing, after realizing she didn't know what to wear.

She kept it simple, squeezing into some tight blue jeans that hugged her hips. She pulled a cropped sweater over her cream colored skin that had Aerosmith's logo on it. "This will do right?" She asked Reggie as she looked at herself in the mirror, the long sleeve baggy on her only exposing a small fraction of her stomach. She grabbed her keys, hugged the dog, and made her way out of the apartment. Several times during her drive she was half tempted to turn around, reminding herself she had a comfy couch and a dog who would snuggle her. She gripped the steering wheel as a soft yawn escaped her.

It wasn't long before she arrived, she parked her truck and leaned her head back breathing softly. "Fuck," she said to herself before turning off her truck. She brushed back her blonde curls before heading to the door. The yard was littered with people, she offered awkward smiles as she approached but her eyes were only searching around for one as she approached.

 

[BeautifulLoser]

Despite being heavily intoxicated, Razor tried to keep his best eye on everyone that came and went. Of course, there were a lot of familiar faces. There were a group of stoners that usually hung out around Noah, a group of guys that weren’t heavy drinkers that hung out around Cameron, and a group of sulky guys that usually talked with Brett before he played a disappearing act. Those people would bring the same females, give or take, and then some people would come in, get their free alcohol, then disappear forever. It was the way a party world worked, Razor assumed, but it never took the tension off of having so many people in one area. He knew that drunk people got stupid and people with drugs in their system got even more stupid and bold. All it took was one wrong word to fly or a weapon to be drawn for things to escalate into dangerous territory.

Whenever he moved out of the house to smoke a cigarette, the people that were loitering knew to move out of his way and to let him through without much hassle. As he moved through the crowds, he quickly stepped off the front two steps and his boots landed in the grass. He lifted the cigarette to his lips and took in a deep inhale before his dark eyes landed on a smaller frame that started to also make their way through the people outside. He couldn’t help but give a drunken smile as he looked at her - out of her bar outfit and into something more casual and fitting. He looked over her for a long moment as he approached, a small waiver in his step. “Hey!” He half slurred half coherently spoke. “I’m glad you could make it.”

He moved towards her quickly before he put out his half smoked cigarette. “You were right whenever you asked if it was a frat house, huh?” He asked as he looked over the large warehouse. “It’s like every house on Greek row, on steriods, pushed into one house.” He started to lead her inside. “I’m glad that you came,” he said to her for a second time as he lead her through the crowds of people. “What are you drinking?” He asked as he made his way over towards the large selection of alcohol. “We have everything from top shelf to shitty light beers if that’s more your thing.” He said with a smile.

 

[Elitope]

It was taking everything in her to not turn around. It made her a little nervous she was drawn in enough to go outside of her comfort zone for him. She was in a strange place, meeting an almost stranger, in an uncontrolled environment. If she ever had parents that cared, they’d be rolling in their graves but then again, her parents never did care. It was a busy place, flooded with people and after bar closing hours. She wondered when these people slept, she had all day to sleep since she only worked night shifts, her sleep was of little concern to her. Stoners, lightweights, females, and so much more to observe but Blake was only focused on finding Razor, she wasn’t great at social situations outside of work. The bar was like her home, her comfort zone because she knew she was protected there. There had been a few occasions where guys had come in being pushy and handsy and regulars instantly took them outside to set them straight. Those who knew Blake, knew her well enough to know she didn’t like that kind of attention. With Karly it was different and she had screwed over so many guys they usually didn’t make her their problem.


Now Blake was in an environment where she felt like she stuck out. The tension in her shoulders was evident and while she wanted to sink her head and look at her feet to avoid eye contact she held her head high and remained alert to her surroundings. Her vibrant hues scanned her surroundings again and the tension in her shoulders released when she saw Razor making his way over to her. There was no telling whether he was a safe person to be around but at least she had found the person who invited her. She told herself she was just about to turn around but luckily there he was and she still didn’t know why she was there. A soft smile etched upon her lips, revealing a dimple on the right side of her face when she heard his half slurred speech. “I’m glad you found me,” she offered a smile.


“Not exactly how I pictured a fraternity house. Besides I knew you were far too old to still be in a frat.” She makes a playful jab. The warehouse was something else, it intrigued her how it worked as a place of residency. *Greek row, on steroids.* She thought and smiled as she liked the comparison. She followed by his side as he led her inside. “I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you with my absence.” She teased as he mentioned again that he was glad. “Oh, just a very strong Bourbon will do, I don’t care what shelf it is.” She said simply, she was worried a top shelf would ruin her taste for inexpensive alcohol.