Realistic or Modern Empire City: The Irish Mob - IC (Closed)

[nearlyflowers]

As far as the Native American women could remember she had been attending Savvay's father's birthdays for years. They were always extravagant affairs with all kinds of individuals present, and every year they seemed to grow more and more into the realm of fantasy. When she was younger she remembered it being like walking into a real-life fairy tail; fine wines, food as far as the eye could see, and most importantly lavish gowns and tuxedos adorned by glamours participants. She remembers clear as day being unable to stop staring at the fine silks and sparkly fabrics that decorated the guests. Of course now she was not a child. Now she was creating those lavish gowns and tuxedos. She was part of the party...or that is what she told herself. Sometimes it was hard to maintain an adult attitude around Savvy's family because she had known them for so long. It was almost like she reverted back to a child. This year would be different. She would dress to impress--as always--and she would get to see her best friend. As she putting on the final touches to her outfit, a fitted handmade black gown, a knock suddenly resounded though the small studio apartment. Making her way to the door she spotted an older women was a sun-kissed complexion. Grinning, Eve opened the door and let the women in. "Laylay," Eve greeted warmly, kissing the older women on the cheek, "how have you been?" Before the older women could answer a fluffy, curly haired puppy dashed across the room and into the women's arms. After several licks to the face the older women placed the dog down and hugged her granddaughter. "I've been good. Tired, but good." Eve gingerly returned the hug. She loved her grandmother like her own mother. Her family history was a complicated one, but they all loved each other very much.

As the town continued to catch-up the sound of a horn echoed outside. Saying goodbye to Prince, her dog, and Laylay she walked out of the apartment and hopped into the limo. The next stop was going to pick up the others before heading to the party. Soon everyone was picked up with Savannah last. Eve warmly greeted everyone, especially Savvy. It felt like it had been so long since they had seen each other. Fairly soon everyone was chatting and before long they were at the party. Savvy was the first to run out and Eve was the last. Eve observed her friend go pet a dog--and a cute one at the at--and say hi to her uncle before returning and saying that they needed some drinks. "Drinks it is!" Eve eagerly agreed, throwing her arm around Savvy, "To the bar!"

So much for keeping her "adult" composer.

Mentions: Misty Gray (Savvy)
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[RayPurchase]

Mitchell Van Gerwen
The Porter Residence, Queens

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Thankfully the drive hadn’t proven to be too bad. Traffic over the bridge out of Manhattan had proven to be only slightly nightmarish, so compared to the gridlocks that plagued it, this was something of a blessing. He found himself settling into the drive, the throaty warble of the engine ever present in the background, even over the noise of the radio. A good drive often calmed his nerves, focusing his energy on something simple and mundane, check mirrors, change gear maintain speed. He was able to slow the rapid thought processes that plagued him, playing on his insecurities and worries, not to mention the stress. He had a great mind, he knew it there was no sense in denying it, he couldn’t stand false modesty, if you’re good at something then be bloody proud of it. But in a gift can be a curse, the cases you deal with, the sordid details you have to digest and analyse, murders, rapes, you try and distance yourself, but every file and case you read, just a little bit sticks with you, in the dark recesses of your mind. He’d seen other Lawyers overtaken by it, burnt out by 35, gibbering wrecks put out to stud, too many late nights, and not enough distance between themselves and the cases they were dealing with. It wasn’t going took happen to him.

He turned the volume on the radio up, George Hamilton's ‘My Sweet Lord' washing over him, his fingers tapping he wheel in time to the song, whistling to himself as he drove by the increasingly larger houses. Stick one of those in Manhattan and you’d be paying an arm and a leg, he could see why James had moved out here, slower pace of life, room to build a family. Probably what he'd have to start thinking of doing in the next few years, keep to convention and all that, the Nuclear Family. Either that or end up as some lonely old bloke in his apartment with an equally old dog, who the neighbour kids paint as some kind of bogeyman. Got to socialise a bit more, not just tread the pavement between the office and the apartment.

He swings the car around the corner, the Porter Residence appearing before him, he continued about 30 metres down, finding an empty spot on the street under one of the lights. Killing the engine, he reaches over and picks up the bottle of whiskey and clutches it protectively. He checks himself over in the car mirror, smoothing a couple of hairs back into place, and straightens his tie. Right, show time, just be… well not himself, but the show he put on each day when he put on his suit, that individual brimming with self-confidence, pride and just a tab of hubris, just enough to appear more dashing than he really was. He grinned at himself in the mirror.

“Showtime,”

He muttered to himself. He swung the car door open, brushing his suit down after stepping out and closing the door. There already appeared to be a few figures and cars around the house. Hopefully he wasn’t the last one to arrive. He made his way up the driveway; the walk up was quite nice actually, a chance to stretch his legs from the drive up. The guard on the gate was vaguely familiar, familiar enough to share a nod and he was at least recognised to be granted entry to the driveway. As he made his way up to the house the faces became slightly less familiar. The guard with the submachine gun slung over his shoulder was vaguely familiar, from where he couldn’t recall, most likely some meeting with Mr Porter where he had once again been on guard duty. He wandered past him, and the man he was conversing with, giving the pair a nod in greeting as he went by.

“Evening gentlemen, nice night for a party?”

He flashes them a cocksure grin as he breezes by them. He makes his way into the house, pausing in the hall. The sound of conversation filters through from multiple directions. He glances down the various directions. Right one of these way there was surely a bar of some kind, the question was which as he glanced between the various options.


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[Bellz]

Lucy Porter
Thomas Porter​

Lucy smiled softly as James expressed that he was glad to hear that Gwen stepped up, but there was a feeling she couldn't shake about her sister in law. Her thoughts were quickly distracted as James asked if he needed to speak with Thomas and the woman shook her head gently, "You know how sensitive he can be." She murmured to him as she then turned to the mirror to place her diamond earrings that James had given her one year for her birthday years ago. The twinkled in the harsh light of her vanity as she placed and secured them in her ears. Tucking a piece of hair behind her left ear, she admired the earring lightly before she smiled at hearing Leo would be over, Thomas desperately needed someone his age to play with.


Pausing in her messing with her hair, Lucy looked at her husband through the mirror as he asked if she had been just sleeping or if it was something more. Both Lucy and James had fought hard with Gwen over her sobriety and she had agreed to get clean on the condition that she could continue to stay in their home. Over the past few weeks, Lucy has seen Gwen start to fall back into her own ways and even though she didn't want to through her under the bus, she was worried for Gwen's safety and the kids safety under her watch. Rolling her eyes at James' words, she huffed, "I think I have enough fashion sense to know what the kids are into nowadays." A smile was unable to be hidden and she let out a laugh of her own.

Hearing that James was ready for his party made the blonde very happy, until he spoke about having a quiet spot in the corner of the room. "Now now now, James Porter, this is your party, you have to help entertain the guests." She teased him, but she knew well that the man would do what he wanted. As stubborn as ever. Making sure they were both ready, Lucy headed down the stairs, swearing she could smell cigarette smoke in the house, she hurried down quick to try and catch someone.

Thomas had been quite proud of the outfit he had prepared for himself and he thought he looked....oh what was the word? Dapper! Smiling in the mirror in the bathroom, he combed his hair neatly and styled it as his mother liked it, knowing that if he were to do it any other way, she would fuss. He wanted to do this on his own. Thomas was getting tired of the protectiveness he received from his mother and though he loved her very much, he needed some distance in terms of independence. Hearing the dogs downstairs, Thomas quickly set down the brush and moved down the stairs, wanting to be the first one ready to go. Seeing his big brother, the boy smiled so wide it hurt his cheeks, "SYD!!" Thomas exclaimed and practically jumped into his arms as he wrapped him in a bear hug.

The boy was bouncing on his heels once Syd set him down, unable to contain his excitement. "Heyyyyy! Get off!" He told his brother as he tried to push him off his head, but when it was no use, Thomas just let it be. "Oh Mam didn't even do the decorating herself. We hired some people to do it since she had a job to get to this morning. Mam and Pops left me all by my lonesome with Auntie Gwen! She kept falling asleep!" Taking the bottles from Syd, Thomas looked over them curiously before nodding his head slowly in understanding. He gasped as his brother ruffled his hair, "Oh now you've done it!"

"Done what?" Lucy asked as in a tone that suggested that Thomas tell her, but the suspicion in her eyes was soon gone as she saw Thomas' hair, "What is this young man? Did wild dogs raise you?" Thomas' mouth dropped as he looked to Syd, pointing at him frantically, "But but but-" Lucy held up her hand to which Thomas snapped his mouth shut once more, "Go grab the brush and I'll do it for you." Sighing, the boy nodded before moving towards the stairs. Not before giving his old man a hug of course, "Happy Birthday Grandpa!" Thomas teased before turning to Syd, "Beat you to it!" With that, he ran up the stairs.

Lucy shook her head and laughed softly, her arms opening wide to greet her eldest son. "My boy!" She wrapped him up in a tight hug before planting a kiss against his cheek. "Just in time for this party to begin!"
With: James Misty Gray ; Syd Pyroclast
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[Bellz]

Gwen Bryant
Lorelei Bryant​

Hearing footsteps coming from the hall, Gwen quickly dodged her brother and Lucy as they headed down the stairs. She was honestly surprised she hadn't been busted for smoking a cigarette in the house but just enjoyed the moment as she took slow and deep drags until it was dead. Lifting her heel, she ashed what was left of the cigarette against her foot before moving to throw it in the trash. Her joints were more than aching now and the cold sweats were setting in. Gwen felt weak and all she wanted to do was lay down, but she knew she needed to pull herself together. James couldn't know she was using again, she could lose everything. The redhead walked towards the door before closing it behind her. Hearing people downstairs, Gwen found an opportunity to slip past her brother once more before heading into the main parts of the house where the party would be held.

Lorelei had already found the dessert table and was stuffing her face with a large chocolate cupcake that looked more frosting than actual cupcake, just how she liked it. Gwen seeing this, smiled as she walked towards her daughter, who was desperately trying to lick away at the chocolate all over her pretty face. Laughing slightly, Gwen reached for a couple napkins before crouching down in front of her daughter, "Spoiling your dinner I see?" She said to which her daughter nodded, not shy to tell people exactly what she was up to if caught. "I just couldn't resist mommy! Its was the most perfect cupcake I've ever seen! I was gonna save it for Uncle Jimbo but he gets to have all the presents! So this is mine!" Gwen listened to the little redhead's explanation as she wiped at her face, holding her cheeks a little firm to keep her still. "Well I'm sure Uncle Jimbo won't mind, seeing as you've already finished it." This caused Lorelei to giggle, "You're funny mommy." She said before finishing off the last of the big piece of cupcake with big chews.

Taking in her daughters outfit, she noted the two different pairs of shoes she had on each of her feet and the dress didn't match them at all. A feeling of guilt washed over her as she thought about the fact that she couldn't even dress her own daughter but she thought back to how happy it made her and the guilt soon faded. The pain she was slowly beginning to feel was starting to become too much for her. "Go find your cousins baby, I'm going to go grab a drink." Lorelei nodded immediately and ran to find Thomas and Gwen watched her disappear around the corner, staring at the space she had been standing in only seconds before. Voices in the other room brought her back to reality and she moved towards the bar, ordering two glasses of whiskey neat. Holding both of them in hand, Gwen started to walk towards the lounge, planning on stealing her brothers seat in the corner when her shoulder bumped into someone, causing one glass to slosh the liquid over the side, soaking her hand. "Oh god...I'm so sorry. Did I get anything on you?" She asked as her eyes focused on a woman, redheaded like her.
with: Lorelei (me) ; Bailey Pilgrim59
mentions: James Misty Gray

 

[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

Alarm bells rang when Thomas spoke of their Aunt Gwen falling asleep. Having suffered severe neglect early on in his life due to his biological parents' addiction, Syd had always been aware of the dangers of drug abuse. One of his biggest fears was to see addiction touch the life of someone he loved and so when Gwen had fallen prey, it concerned him deeply. Understandably, the family didn't trust her to look after herself and her daughter while she was struggling through it, so the most sensible solution seemed to be to put the two of them up indefinitely at his parents' house. While relieved that she at least would be watched over, he hated that his brother was having to grow up around hard drugs, in close proximity to someone under their influence. If she ever hurt him, or exposed him to anything dangerous, whether by accident or not, he wouldn't know what to do with her. Only 11 years old, Thomas still retained his innocence, and Syd didn't know how to talk to him about what was going on. He probably thought her moving in and out of consciousness was due to a lack of sleep. That both of his parents had left Thomas and Lorelei alone with her bothered him; he knew that they had jobs to do, but he still couldn't shake off his concern. Now wasn't the time to bring it up with them, however - that conversation could wait until after the party. "Well, next time she's meant to be looking after you and she keeps falling asleep, you call me, yeah?" he quietly offered. Of course, he was very busy with work, too, but as long as he got the call he could at least try to find someone else or alert one of the guards.

Upon hearing his mother's voice, Syd gently pushed Mason off him and set little Bruno back down on the ground. He stood up to greet her, brushing dog hair off his suit, but instead found himself grinning at the argument he had inadvertently started between her and his little brother. More and more guests were beginning to arrive and the constant opening and closing of the front door seemed to be getting the dogs overexcited. Conscious that they might cause too much of a disturbance, Syd rounded them up and directed them to the back of the house, where the doors opened out onto the garden. Quickly returning to his parents, he laughed when Thomas called James "Grandpa" and moved in to give his father a firm hug after his brother rushed upstairs. "Just like my old man to be late to his own birthday party!" he teased, pulling away and sending the man a warm smile. "You look great, dad. I've stocked that cupboard with your favourite whiskey, so from here on there's no excuse to be sober!" Syd knew his father had a tendency to withdraw from the spotlight, but hoped that with enough alcohol he would be able to socialise all night without it becoming too much to handle.

Turning to Lucy, he moved into her open arms and embraced her tightly. He rolled his eyes when she called him her boy, though it only made him smile more. He supposed he would always be a child to her, even now that he was an adult. Perhaps it was typical of a mother to be like that: never wanting their children to grow up. After kissing her on the cheek, he let her go and smoothed his hair back. "Of course! You wouldn't start without me," he grinned, before stepping back to admire her outfit. Though not many women her age would dare to wear a dress so short, the fact that she had embarked on a career in modelling was proof that she could pull it off with grace and elegance. That said, her natural beauty was proof enough. "You're looking glamorous as always," he complimented her. "How'd the shoot go today?"

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Bellz Lucy, Thomas
Misty Gray James

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Instead of a drink being in Aliana's hand, she was kneeling on the ground with Charlie the dog's face in her hands. She was giving him 'the talk', trying to be careful as to not get any of his fur on her dress. "I know you like hanging with your little doggy friends but you also need to be alert to danger, got it?" Charlie sort of nodded as if he understood, but was probably just doing dog stuff. She was just going to take his wagging of the tail and hanging tongue as him understanding every word she said. Once she stood back up, she looked around the party at all the faces; some familiar some still unknown. Perhaps if she hadn't buried herself in all of her businesses she would know who most of these people were. She couldn't help it if her hot-headed husband had gotten himself locked up, leaving her to run his pub in the first place. Before she could even begin to get visibly upset by it, in runs Leo with a smile on his face. "Mom, I think I saw Lorelei and Thomas somewhere can I go find them?" Seana was walking behind him, holding two champagne flutes and hands one to her with a small smile on her face. "He's got so much energy, you may as well let him run around. Otherwise, he'll never go to sleep tonight." There was a slight flash of fear in Ali's eyes when she thought about Leo not going to sleep. He was very energetic, always been that way but unless she got rid of that energy now, she'd be up all night. "Yes, you can, but we have to say happy birthday to your uncle first." Leo frowned and started petting Charlie, "But you can say it for me, can't you?" Before she could retort, she could hear Lucy's voice which meant James should be nearby. Perfect timing to get rid of the kid and dog so she could drink. Seana, noticing this just chuckled to herself before drinking from her glass. "Ah, you wanted a 'yute." She said to her before placing the gift bag in Ali's hand. "Yeah, but I didn't think I'd get the energetic one..." She mumbled.

The three of them made their way over towards the voices, where she saw Syd, Lucy, and James conversing. With a smile she opened her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again by the offspring. "Happy Birthday Uncle J! Mom says you're old now, but I still think you can kick ass like you used to." Ali wanted to facepalm herself right then and there but didn't, considering she had on makeup. "I did not. I said 'We got him 50-year-old whiskey because he's 50 years old' you little sea urchin." Leo turned to his mom and tilted his head to the side. "Yeah, 50 years old." He said, using his technicality. She couldn't be too upset since she used technicalities all the time. She just never thought he would use them against her. Seana stepped in, trying to contain her laughter. "Alright now, Leo quit messing with your mother. Greet everyone and let's go find Thomas and the others." Grandmother to the rescue, Ali thought to herself. Seana turned to James and gave him a hug, "Happy 50th dearheart. Don't go worrying, it's not as bad as it may seem. Trust me. I've been 50 for years now." She joked and gave him a wink before hugging Lucy and Syd. "Hey Syd, hey Aunt L. Can we go now?" Leo asks and after a few tugs on her dress from him, the two of them departed and Aliana let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"I used to want kids. Love them, even, but my own kid makes me just want to...." She shook her head before giving James and Lucy a hug and handing him his present. "Happy birthday, James. Only drink that on special occasions, the shopkeeper says. Don't know if he meant it or if he was just pulling my leg, but it's supposed to be powerful stuff." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. She turned to Syd and smiled at him. "You look more grown up every day, kid." She then turned her attention the couple and nodded. "You two look great, as always. I'm assuming things are good?"


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[Bellz]

Peter Callahan​

The outburst from Sinead was not unexpected by Peter but his fists clenched as he thought about that guy Scott at the club. Of course that sleezy pile of thick garbage would try something with his wife. Peter would definitely have words with him...but for now, he knew he couldn't focus on that. Her words about him hiding out struck something deep within him, primal almost. He expected his wife to respect his privacy, to understand what he had gone through. "Are you kidding me?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs now, turning angrily as he marched forward towards the woman. Peter would never do anything to hurt his wife, no matter how angry he got, but he would get up in her face.

Looming down on her, Peter crossed his own arms, watching silently now as the tears streamed down her face. His breathing was shallow and rapid as he angrily stared her down, hoping to back her off with his stare. This wasn't about him, or the problem he seemed to have with Sinead. This was about Sinead being reckless! "Oh don't pull that bullshit with me Sin! You know I love you! You know I tolerate you! I'm not going to listen to that shit anymore! THIS IS ABOUT YOU." Something in him saw something in her eyes, and it forced him to back off of her a bit. Taking three giant steps backwards, he continued to glare at her. It may have seemed confusing and odd to her, but there was a slight sign of pride in his eyes...seeing his wife sticking up for herself the way she did. It had been very different years ago...and even though he had changed for the worse, he only hoped that by him being as uncontrollable as he was brought better change for her in the end.

In his most depressed state, sitting all alone in the shed, holding a blade to his wrists as he sliced them slowly and thinly, all he could ever think about was that Sinead would have been much better off with Savvy's father...the one she truly loved. Sure, she loved him and he knew that...but there was no replacing your first true love. And all the while, as he overmedicated, locking the doors and letting the pills slowly lull him off into what he hoped would be death, he hallucinated of Sinead walking through the door and never coming back. A warm sensation always pulled down his chest and he would look down, faintly seeing the blood stain getting larger and larger.

Death was only something he could dream of. At least for now. She would never know it, but he kept himself alive for her. For their kids...his days were numbered, but he would make sure they were set for the rest of their lives. That all people needed in life. Security...not love.

Peter didn't say anything else to Sinead about the matter before he sighed. "We are running late." He stated simply before moving to grab his wedding ring from the bedside table and placing it on, probably confusing his wife now more than ever.

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With a silent an uncomfortable car ride, the Callahans arrived to the party as late as ever. Peter didn't say anything to his children or wife as he opened the door and headed straight for inside. Seeing the crowd of people caused him to hesitate at the door, a sinking feeling weighing in his stomach as he watched everyone interact. This was his family...he needed to be open...but he just couldn't.
with: Sinead +Emery Misty Gray ; Braden Trappy

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James rolled his eyes when Lucy reminded him it was his party and he needed to help entertain the guests. "Hey, now. I opened up our home and it's filled with alcohol. I don't think I need to do anything more to entertain them. They're all perfectly capable of getting pissed without me guiding the drinks to their mouths," he lightly remarked. James walked alongside Lucy, his hand resting lightly in the centre of her back as they descended the staircase. James could smell the cigarette smoke too, but he was certain she couldn't blame him. He'd been smoking in his office but she didn't need to know about that and it had been too long ago to still smell around the house. He decided it wasn't his concern and was sure Lucy would deal with the culprit all by herself. All he really wanted to do in that moment was have a smoke himself.

James had already been reaching into his pocket for a cigarette when he saw Syd and Thomas at the bottom of the stairs, causing him to postpone his plan for a smoke out in the garden. Having dropped back a little, James observed as Lucy fussed over Thomas' messed up hair. Hearing his wife say she would brush the lad's hair for him caused James to shake his head and smirk to himself. They both loved their children, but Lucy would spoil them rotten if she could, whilst James was more inclined to be a little tougher on the kid in hopes of making sure he grew up strong and independent. They both loved their kids, but they had very different ways of showing it.

James looked down as Thomas gave him a hug and he reciprocated it with a firm one of his own. "You little sh--" James playfully began as Thomas joked about his age. "Well, thank you, kid," he said, flashing a playfully innocent smile for Lucy's benefit, to distract her from his almost swearing in front of the kid. He made a point of ruffling the lad's hair, messing it up even more than Syd had done. When Thomas rushed upstairs, James turned to him so he could call out after him. "Go on, get your hair sorted out. There's a dress code at this party, kiddo!" he teased.

James then turned to his eldest son and gave him a tight, fatherly hug. He was always happy to see Syd, especially since he'd moved out and after all of the worries he'd had for him following Skye's death. When Syd continued the jokes about him being an old man, James released him from their embrace and smirked back to him. "Age is just a number, mate. I'm still physically fit and I've still got plenty of energy where it counts. Ain't that right, Luce?" he asked, with a flirtatious wink. If his sons were going to tease him, he'd be damn sure to embarrass them in return.

Before James could continue any suggestive jokes at the expense of Syd's embarrassment, the familiar sound of Leo's voice soon dragged him away from such ideas. Yet again, there was another comment about him being old, but the kid saved himself by pointing out he could still kick ass. "You know, Leo. I'm glad somebody understands. The next person to comment on my age will be used in a live demonstration of my ability to kick ass..." he warned. When Aliana pointed out she had actually been referring to the age of the whiskey, James slowly nodded his head. "Nice save there, Ali. Butter me up with whiskey!" he remarked. "But thank you. It's much appreciated. I need all the alcohol I can get to survive in this madhouse." James then accepted Seana's hug and listened as she reassured him about his age. "I'll keep that in mind. I'm going to be 50 for many years to come."

James watched on as his nephew continued to display his abundance of energy before being escorted away by Seana. He couldn't help but grin as Aliana spoke words to suggest how exhausting Leo was. "Well, we all know where he gets that energy from, don't we? Just ask Luce... she had to grow up with the child version of Conor," he pointed out, suggesting his awareness of how much hard work Conor had been for his parents at one time. He accepted the gift from Aliana and thanked her for it. When asked if things were good between him and Lucy, James firmly nodded. "Things are as good as ever. I mean. She hasn't killed me yet, so I must be doing something right," he told her. He then turned to Lucy and placed a kiss on her lips, his body language already signalling he was about to leave her and Syd for the time-being.

James headed down the hallway, reaching his hand into his pocket for the cigarette he'd been craving and would have to take outside to avoid Lucy's wrath. Before he could get to the door, he saw a familiar, albeit confused, man wandering the halls. "Evening, Mitchell. You look lost and in need of a drink," he greeted the lawyer. "How's it going?" he asked. His tone was friendly but also with a curious hint to it. This suggested he was both asking how the man was but also how things were going on a professional level. It might have been his birthday party, but James never could completely switch off from work.


Bellz (Lucy) Pyroclast (Syd) Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana, Leo, Seana) RayPurchase (Mitchell)

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

Peter marched towards Sinead, standing over her and looking down at her as his height towered her own. There was a brief moment when Sinead froze, almost forgetting to breathe. In that split second, she silently questioned if he would hurt her. But she soon reasoned that he couldn't hurt her, not like that. The man she had married wouldn't do anything like that. But, the longer their fights persisted and the more her husband acted less like the man she married, she started to wonder... what if? She bit her lip and very slightly shook her head, reminding herself that Peter was still there. Her Petey was still somewhere behind her husband's tortured shell. She was just so tired and felt so helpless. How could she even get him back?

Sinead's searching for hope was cut short when she realised Peter was still staring her down. He told her he loved and tolerated her, but the way he was shouting was giving her mixed messages. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she tried to stay calm and focused. She didn't want her anxiety to take over her, not now. And the last thing she wanted to do was breakdown and cry; to plead for his forgiveness. She didn't believe she had anything to be forgiven for. The Sinead from a few years ago would have simply believed she was in the wrong and would have begged Peter not to leave her, but she didn't want to seem weak anymore. She just wanted her husband to be her Petey again and she'd long since learned that letting her emotions get the better of her wouldn't work.

When Peter eventually announced they were running later, Sinead slowly nodded her head. She noticed her husband retrieve and put on his wedding ring, which caused her to raise an eyebrow. Why had he taken it off in the first place? Her wedding ring has remained on her finger since the day he put it there. Since the day he promised to always love her.

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The car journey to the Porters' house was quiet and uncomfortable. Sinead sat in the front passenger seat with her eyes focused out of the front windscreen the whole time. Though she was aware of Braden and Emery seated in the back of the vehicle, she couldn't bring herself to speak up or even attempt to put on an act. Her children knew damn well they'd been arguing before leaving the house and there was no use in insulting their intelligence. Still, when the car was parked up and Peter got out without even waiting for her, Sinead couldn't help but suck in a deep breath. "He was a gentleman when I married him," she couldn't help but blurt out to Braden and Emery.

Sinead got out of the car and slammed the door shut before marching towards the house herself. When she got inside, she soon saw Lucy, Syd and Aliana, so made a beeline towards them. "Luce," she said, giving her sister a tight hug, almost not wanting to let go. The longer she held her, the harder it was to hold back her emotions, so she suddenly let go. "Syd," she said, giving her nephew a quick hug. "You all... You all look amazing," she told them, firmly nodding her head. Sinead then turned to Aliana and took hold of her friend's hand. "Ali, can we go talk somewhere before I step into the party? Please?" she asked, her voice faltering. She began to walk away from Lucy and Syd, leading Aliana towards one of the doors that let out onto the back garden. "I need some air," she added, her voice reduced to a barely audible whisper.

Emery Callahan​

The car journey had been extremely uncomfortable for Emery. Usually, she would have spoken up long before the journey had got going and she'd had given her parents a piece of her mind. However, as selfish as she knew it was, she didn't want to draw attention to herself and risk the wrath of both parents for any 'interruption'. First, she watched her father get out of the car and she slumped back in her seat, hating seeing the man so upset. Then, her mother made a comment before storming out of the vehicle too. Emery turned to Braden and sent him a stare that basically said "what the fuck?"

Emery got out of the car and waited for Braden to follow her. "What do we do?" she awkwardly asked. She was sure Sinead would find someone to go to, whether it was her sister or one of her friends. But if she knew anything about her father, she was sure he wouldn't find it so easy to seek help or reassurance in the situation. "Should we go talk to Dad? I mean, you spend more time with him than I do. Is he okay? What's going on with them?!" she asked her brother.


Bellz (Peter) Trappy (Braden) Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)
Mentions: Bellz (Lucy) Pyroclast (Syd)

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Aliana Cartwright

"Well, what better way to cover up jokes about your age than through whiskey?" She asked, a teasing smile on her lips. She knew that she herself wasn't that far behind him in age, but it was still fun to tease him. At the mention of Leo getting his energy from Conor, she shook her head. "Amongst other unfortunate habits." She remarked, her hand reaching up to play with her wedding ring. She had long since taken it off after her separation from Conor, but she could never really stop wearing it as she still loved him; her anger was just covering up that love at the moment. Instead, she had bought a chain to put the ring through and wore it around her neck. Hearing that they were doing great brought joy to her own heart. Her own marriage was falling apart and, from what she remembered, so was Sinead's. Seeing at least one couple make their relationship work made Aliana think her own marriage could be saved... Possibly.

James' departure brought her back from her own thoughts as she smiled at Lucy. The one thing Ali was relieved of was that neither Sinead nor Lucy treated her differently despite her separating from Conor. Still being welcomed into the family with opened arms was something she was glad of and something she would never forget. Just as she were about to ask Lucy about her modeling career, in came Sinead. Even though Ali was smiling, she could tell there was something gravely wrong with her friend. She just didn't want to alert anyone about it until the two of them talked in private. When she asked if she could speak to her privately she nodded her head. "Uh of course, Sin." She told her before following the other woman out to the garden. Once they were outside, she closed the door and turned to her friend. "Baby, what's wrong?" ​

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Allen Cartwright

Allen was glad to have been of some help to Conor, relieving his mind of not being able to see his son again. To be quite honest, there were times where Ali was nothing like Seana and there was always a chance she could revoke his visitation privileges. However, he needed the younger man to focus on something that wasn't going to stress him out. So, with his best assessment, being positive yet realistic was the best thing he could do. Hey, maybe he didn't need his shrink after all. "Of course not, kid," Allen replied, commenting on his lack of being able to get Ali back while being locked up ", there's a slim chance either one of us will see her step foot in a prison. For reasons unbeknownst to me. You'd think that after sending letters back and forth for years she'd want to finally see her father but it didn't happen." It was still something Allen didn't understand and could never bring himself to question her about. Why wouldn't she see him if she were now in the same area as he? But, this conversation wasn't about him. It was about Conor keeping himself cool, calm, and collected so that he can get out of prison.

"Just like I'll get to see her smiling little face, you will too. And you'll be able to teach that kid of yours everything he wants to learn and everything he needs to learn." He took a pause for dramatic effect as he drank his water. "Like keeping that temper of yours in check. I hear he turns into a mini version of you at the snap of a finger." He chuckled and shook his head, remembering the days where he would do the same had someone touched Ali and Seana. "This... Robbo issue you're having? Let me take care of it." His eyes glanced towards a guard who had locked eyes with him. Neither man had any sort of malicious look in their eyes or some kind of war, but instead an understanding. Allen turned back towards Conor. "My wife hates me already and she's a piece of my world. Marie probably holds some kind of uh, disdain for me also but if I killed the only man she's ever loved, she'll hate me too. Then my grandson will possibly try and kill me for revenge, same old movie..." He chuckled at himself before continuing. "So, I'll make you a Cartwright promise right here. You keep that temper of yours under control, stay out of trouble, and take the good doctors advice, I'll help you get Marie back... Tell you all sorts of things she loved as a kid. Women are suckers for things from the past." He joked. Although it wasn't much, he knew it was better than nothing. If he could help Conor out on the inside, Aliana would be grateful for it and it would be his way of making up for getting arrested in the first place.

Conor ( Misty Gray )​

 

[Pilgrim59]

Bailey Baker
The Porter's Residence, Queens, New York
July 2nd, 1971 (Early Evening)

Interacted: Gwen ( Bellz )
Mentioned: N/A

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Bailey eyes narrowed, gradually adjusting to the dazzling light of the estate, of which were lit up like the Fourth of July, that so happens to be the jefe's birthday. A man born on such a day can only accomplish great things, or so she thought. It did not take long for the girl's eyes to be upon the nearest bar like a predator stalking her prey. Gliding over the shiny marble floors, the girl made it her mission to conjure up a drink, in order to spare her from the occasional greetings. While she was more than happy to abide by the social norms, the semi-introverted gunrunner had little to go by but her knowledge in firearms and few tidbits of flowery discussions. Although she must admit, this was only one of those few times that she had actually been in the Porter's home. For most of her time working with the family, it had been on several different occasions scattered throughout New York, from pubs to safe-houses. After all, the syndicate had to retain their operational integrity far from home. In comparison to her humble lifestyle in a rundown apartment in Queens, the Porter's residence was a completely different world. Their choices of rugs, tiles, window curtains, Ottomans, and so on, were more than enough to instill a certain sense of envy in the young girl. Even the multitude of staffs that her employer had hired for the party, had made it seemed like she was indulged by the courtesies of a Royal family. She smiled internally, taking joy in what she thought would be just a social event. Bailey discerned from these thoughts, and obliged by the lively occasion with great admiration. Then came along a whirlwind of contact, as Bailey tilted her head lightly.

"Oh god...I'm so sorry. Did I get anything on you?"

The light nudge upon her shoulder, accompanied by a frigid sensation upon her doused hand caught Bailey's attention, as she turned her head at the assailant. Another one of those little details that she did not like about parties - having to bump into someone. She cast a quick glance upon a redheaded figure, whose apologies warranted much sincerity. Her familiar visage was no other than Gwen Bryant, one of the Porter's familial member. Her finite knowledge on the lady only made Bailey evermore perplexed at the strings of fate that made them bumped into each other on such an occasion. Perhaps it was a good time to get to know her, the girl thought, as she studied her acquaintances faces. Despite her attentive details with fashionable makeups, Gwen's visage and occasional distant look in her eyes have betrayed her. From her dilated pupils, to a few untended darkening lines beneath her eyeshadows, probable of recent medications, were something Bailey could not ignore. If anything, the southerner had taken into heart to study everything they see, a terminal habit of those who works with guns and armed personnel for a living.

Bailey did not mind these things, she concluded, as she herself had picked a red dress to counter that very predicament. Colored attires tend to discern the eyes from most dereliction, as compared to white or any other bright colors, she thought. But luckily, the affliction of whiskey had found its place on her hands and arms. If anything, the Texan was used to being soaked in the old reliable Jack Daniels ever since she knew how to drink. Be it Gwen's or Bailey's fault, the southern girl had retained her manners, and stretched a smile across her face.

"Oh no that's quite alright, Miss Bryant!..." Bailey replied, pondering upon the lady's name as she went about it.

There were the Callahans, the Sullivans, and the Porters. But Gwen's name had stood out, ever since Bailey became an official auditor in the mob. It only made sense for the girl to go off by her name on the manifests and records. She often asked herself if it was appropriate to call her as thus, after all, it would spell conflict if Gwen had preferred to be called a Porter instead. If Bailey could recollect correctly, Gwen had a daughter, around seven or eight. The girl paused briefly, dwelling on the thought of a mother indulging herself with whiskeys instead of wine. Everyone have their vices, and Gwen had seemed like she needed it, after everything Bailey needed to see in her weary eyes. Unspoken feelings, only those who dwell in them long enough would be able to see it in others, Bailey contemplated. Breaking from these thoughts, she continued.

"... here, lemme get those off of ya! Drinkin' spilled whiskey won't do ya no good, nor will it have the same kick to it..." Bailey offered, taking the spilled drinks from Gwen's hands, and settled them upon the bar's counter-top.

"...Four Jay-Dee neat, please!" she ordered.

Before long, the bartender handed Bailey four brand new glasses of whiskey. She handed Gwen two, while keeping to herself the other two. Bailey would have preferred to serve the drinks herself, but her innate lack of self-control when it comes to whiskey would only mark for a recipe of alcoholic disaster. If anything, the Texan would have gulped down the whole bottle, physically and figuratively speaking.

"Com'on. It wouldn't do me right to see ya drink alone. May I?" Bailey giggled and smiled brightly, as she asked politely to accompany Gwen in their common quest to down a couple of drinks. That would settle their encounter, Bailey thought, but it was her alcoholic side doing the talks.

 

[Inb4Cloaker]

Farrid Al-Assad

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“Should’ve brought my notebook, this’ll be a good one.”

Those were Assad’s first words, immediately reversing the grip on his box and lowering one side of it’s length to the ground. With both his hands resting on it, the prior insurgent staggered his body comfortably to one side as he prepared to be educated by Coreno.

Attentively watching his motions and listening to his vibrant descriptions, Farrid kept his curious eyes fixated on the Phantoms demonstrations. Unwilling to interrupt the man, he stood quietly and took mental notes as though he was back in school. As Dante shared what the medic could only assume to be firsthand experience, he pursed his lips and nodded with understanding. It seemed to give some insight as to what he had witnessed in a few previous cases. Standing straight again, he grinned brightly back at the hitman, bowing his head in acknowledgment.

“Excellent, thank you Mr. Coreno. It seems as though, yet again, I never quite learned that some people just can’t be saved.”

Promptly lifting the box off the ground, he placed it on his shoulder lightly with a content sigh. Hearing someone approach from behind, Farrid turned to face the legal representative who was working close with the mob. Raising his free hand, Assad smiled warmly and held up a peace sign, acknowledging him as he passed by and disappeared into the house. Meanwhile, the medic also noticed another group arrived. Narrowing his eyes, he observed as the Callahan family revealed themselves. Clearly, there was some tension among the group. Be it the fact that Sinead slammed the car door, or how Peter was making a beeline for the building entrance. As the two drew near, Assad gave a wave and put on a smile.

“Good evening, how’re you all...doing tonight?” He trailed off, stepping back to let the two enter the house unobstructed. Slowly lowering his hand, he glanced at the younger Callahan’s who were trailing behind before turning his gaze back to Dante. Emitting a nervous chuckle and shrugging his shoulders, Farrid’s eyes widened as he conveyed a silent message of confusion to the guard. Something was obviously wrong with what he had just seen, but he knew that it was none of his business and he’d do well to stay out of the situation. Running a hand through his hair, he cleared his throat after a few seconds of silence. At least Dante appeared to be happy, seeing as how he is smiling currently. Farrid then mentally doubled back.

Wait, Dante is always smiling.

“Alrighty, time for me to visit. I hope you have at least some fun tonight, Mister Coreno. One of these days, I may get a blade like this for yourself if you wish. Albeit smaller and more useful.” Starting to pass by the guard, he gave a respectful nod once again and lightly patted him on the shoulder.

“Stay safe, Phantom.” Were the last words he parted with before entering the house himself. Upon stepping into the social gathering, the prior insurgent gave curious glances directed at his surroundings. The gift would stay with him, he decided. Better to keep eyes on it rather then lose it. He was very interested by the scene, and how proper most people seemed to be dressed. He figured that soon everything would be more organized, and the evening would gradually change to a more scheduled event. Then again, maybe not? He had to remind himself that he was indeed not back home anymore, he had to adjust for the environment of these events. It didn’t take long for him to become more comfortable however, and was soon navigating himself through the main entrance to mingle with the guests. His plan was to greet the boss and secure a beverage, as is proper for a birthday party. It wouldn’t do well for Farrid to raid all the alcohol without at least saying hello to the host.

هذا سيكون جيدا

Mentions: Callahan Family Misty Gray
Interactions: Dante shadowz1995 , Mitchell RayPurchase

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[RayPurchase]

The Porter Residence
Mitchell Van Gerwen

Mitch may have only been in the hall for more moments, but it had been enough for his mind to go into overdrive. So good points, he was at the party, the present was in one piece, and... well he hadn’t trodden on anyone’s toes. Conversely however he was in a hall with no sense of direction. Great start Mitch, great start. He should have stuck with the bloke by the door, Farrad? Fared...? Not quite. Right you can’t just stay in this hallway, pick a direction, best case scenario you find the bar, worst case scenario, I don’t know you walk in on Mr Porter in a state of undress, could pass it off as a laugh, and then sell the apartment and move away as soon as possib... Thankfully his racing mind comes to a screeching halt as James descends downstairs. Fully dressed too, there goes the worst case scenario. He grins extending a hand in greeting.

“Ah Mr Porter fancy seeing you here, happy birthday Sir. Must say you’ve arrived at a pretty opportune time, a drink would be much appreciated. Speaking of which...”

He offers the bottle still nestled in the crook of his arm. McAllan, 12 years aged and imported from the Highlands of Scotland. He knew James was partial to a whiskey, like himself. Yeah some people said that alcohol was like chocolates, overdone as a gift and best avoided. Clearly those people’s palates were more accustomed to Budweiser and cheap spirits.

“Perfectly paired with an armchair, a lit fire and a quiet evening according to the tasting notes,”

His tone is friendly and open despite the initial lack of first names, force of habit of working in the courts and with law enforcement, conversations full of pronouns and surnames. In fact the familiar presence of James puts his mind at rest.

“Things are good, business is ticking over, a mountain of paperwork, but none of it any adverse matters. Only upcoming business of note so far will be an upcoming meeting with your Brother-in-Law and his Father-in-Law. It’s a slow burner that I’m afraid, the courts aren’t known for their expediency,”

Well the sedentary pace of the courts wasn’t the only reason for the slow movement of the case. If Connor could just hold his tongue a bit more things would be a lot smoother. Trying to persuade a parole board your client is ready to resume being a productive member of society is damn well impossible if he’s being an absolute terror to the guards. Still Dr Parker appeared to be getting through to him, the last few months had been largely incident free, if he could manage that for just a little while longer then it would make Mitch's job that much easier.

(Interaction: James Misty Gray )
(Mentions: Farrid Inb4Cloaker , Connor Misty Gray , Allen Melanin-Gxdess )

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James accepted Mitchell's greeting, firmly shaking the man's hand and flashing him a smirk. "Please, this is a social meeting - call me James. Besides, Mr. Porter was my... grandfather," he remarked. Not that his father wasn't a Porter, but James doubted Ronan was ever greeted with formalities, not with the rough lifestyle the man led on the streets of Chicago.

The mob boss watched as the lawyer brought the bottle into full view and when he was handed it, James gratefully accepted the gift. Whiskey was already becoming a theme for his birthday gifts and he would be lying if he said he wasn't loving every bit of that. One of the only things that helped him get through days in the office shifting paperwork was a large supply of strong alcohol. James much preferred being out on the street in the middle of the action, but he'd long since accepted it wasn't always appropriate in his position. Being the head of the family meant he often couldn't avoid the fact he needed to give orders or delegate duties, and often from the confines of one of his offices.

"Thank you. It's very much appreciated and I do enjoy a taste of Scotland," he remarked, eyeing the label on the bottle. He let out an exaggerated sigh at the man's recommendation for how to enjoy the drink. "Something tells me I won't be getting a quiet evening tonight," he pointed out, motioning in the direction of the hall the party was being held in.

James listened as Mitchell told him business was going well, with the exception of the paperwork. Hearing mention of Conor and Allen caused him to raise an eyebrow, especially at mention of those cases being a slow burner. "If I could control the courts, I would..." he pointed out. "Hell, if I could control Conor I would do that too. Trouble with Conor is that he has no respect for authority and he never has done. Hell, I think just about everyone in this business has no time or love for the cops, but we're all good at hiding it and playing their game." James wasn't oblivious to the fact that, despite the man's hot head and aggressive nature, Conor only took his anger out on their enemies or those threatening his loved ones. "In a way, I guess he's more honest than most of us... but transparency isn't rewarding in our line of work, is it?" he knowingly asked.

James looked the lawyer in the eyes, his expression serious. "Please, stay patient with Conor, would ya? I have yet to meet Allen, but it seems like he'll cooperate with you more. And if we can keep this Dr. Parker bloke on side, his input will only strengthen the case."

RayPurchase (Mitchell)

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Callahan​

Once they were outside, Sinead turned to her friend and covered her mouth with her hand as if trying to trap in the words that desperately wanted to escape. When Aliana asked her what was wrong, the redhead's hand visibly trembled before she lowered her arm and uncovered her mouth in the process. Sinead gasped for air, as if she'd forgotten to breathe for a time. "Ali, I... I promised I wouldn't cry," she began, as the build up of tears overflowed in her eyes and quickly trickled down her cheeks. "Peter, he... I don't know what to do anymore," she told her. She shuffled towards the nearby garden bench and sat down on it. "I don't think I'm strong enough for this."

Sinead fell silent, letting out a frustrated groan as she tried to compose herself and get her thoughts together. She turned to Aliana and slowly shook her head as she replayed the earlier argument with Peter. "I don't think Peter wants to be with me anymore. He says he still loves me, but then I see him putting his wedding ring on. Why did he even take if off in the first place?" she asked, not really expecting her friend to know the answer to that. "When he was first in prison, all those years ago in Dublin, it was hard, but I thought we overcame it and that we stayed strong together. But since he got out of jail this time, he seems so much worse. I don't know what to say or do to help him. All we seem to do is argue and I feel so alone. Even when he's in bed next to me, I feel so lonely," she admitted. "I stayed back at the club for drinks all last night, with Scott and the other bar staff. I just needed a break and to unwind, y'know? But Peter and I just had one Hell of an argument about it before we got here. He's furious with me and boy did he yell," she recalled.

She folded her arms around her stomach and quickly shook her head. "I wish he could understand what I went through while he was in prison, but he can't, can he? He suffered enough without me burdening him with how I was affected and what I had to struggle with." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, becoming conscious she was messing her make-up. "Peter's going to leave me. It's only a matter of time before Brady and Emmy leave home too. I feel so alone, Ali, and it really hurts my heart."

Melanin-Gxdess (Aliana)
Mention: Bellz (Peter)

Conor Sullivan​

Conor felt saddened to hear that Aliana wouldn't see her father and it seemed like the older man was genuinely confused by it. It was clear how much he wanted to see her, but apparent she was just as stubborn as her mother. "Mate, I wish I could help you. If Ali wasn't so pissed with me, I'd do everything I could to get her to come visit you. I'd give my right arm to see my old man again, even if it was just once. Life's far too short to miss out on these opportunities." He rubbed his chin as he thought over the situation. "Maybe I could put a word in. I could beg Lucy to have a word with Ali about coming to see you or something? She might listen to my wise old sister," he offered.

Conor smiled when Allen spoke a little more positively, suggesting both of them would get to see Ali's smiling face. "Ah, see. Leo wouldn't get to throw that temper around for long if... Well, if I was at home," he said, pausing as the fact he wasn't at home and might never be allowed back in his little family's home practically smacked him in the face. "I wouldn't let him fuck everything up the way I do," he dejectedly added.

When Allen told him to let him deal with Robbo, Conor assumed he meant in some violent manner. Everything came down to violence where the likes of Robbo were concerned. "I can't have you getting in trouble because of me," he firmly told him. When Conor had first arrived at the prison, Robbo had been one of the prisoners who attempted to assert their dominance over him but had been shocked when Conor fought back without hesitation. Anyone else who tried the same had been met with the same aggressive response from Conor. It had proved successful for him, both in terms of forming alliances with the other inmates and also in warning off anyone else who considered attacking him. His only regret had been that Peter had for the most part been locked up in a different wing of the prison, so he couldn't support his brother-in-law. The internal subject of support caused Conor's attention to snap back to Allen and whatever the older man was offering. "What have you got in mind?" he asked, oblivious as to the nature of how the man would take care of Robbo.

Allen made a promise that he would give him information that could help him win Aliana back in return for Conor controlling his temper. The Sullivan man nodded his head at the idea and slumped back in his seat. "I'll do my best," he said, quickly nodding his head. "The Doc has managed to get me access to the gym again, so I'm going to spend as much time in there as I can."

Melanin-Gxdess (Allen)

 

[RayPurchase]

The Porter Residence
Mitchell Van Gerwen

Mitch returned the grin as he gave James' hand a firm pump.

“Force of habit... James. If you hear me giving out the Mr and Miss during he night just give me a clip round the ear and I’ll get it out of my system within an hour,”

He eyed the bottle and James as he looked over it. Thank Christ he liked it. I mean he’d been pretty sure he was onto a winner here, he'd nailed down James as a whiskey drinker. He chuckles at his exasperated sigh, and looks over his shoulder towards the hum of noise.

“Ah don’t mention it, gave me the perfect excuse to visit a few shops and get some tasting in as well, best day of shopping I’ve ever had, from what I can remember. I had a feeling that was probably going to be the case, people to greet, pleasantries to be exchanged. I reckon you’re going to need a quiet evening or two just to recover from tonight, gift for the future,”

In fact he could probably use a quiet evening himself at some point, party tonight, late nights in he office building up. He would definitely have to grab himself a bottle, maybe not quite as pricey, but palatable enough to help an evening slip by.

“ If you could control the courts then I’d be out of a job,, you could just put a shaved chimp in a suit and he'd be all you need. I completely get you. Hell everything I do is a show and dance, find yourself an honest lawyer and you’ve found yourself an unsuccessful Lawyer,”

Yep the great dramatic act of Law. They all played the game, Lawyers, Judges, hell even the police with all their good cop bad cop routines. Whoever came up with ‘Justice is Blind’ must have been pretty blind themselves, the whole thing was first impressions, flattery and slick words. A web of deceit and misdirection to make 12 ‘good men’s come round to your way of thinking, the so called truth had very little to do with it. His grin slips as James asks him to be patient with Connor, nodding sagely. He clearly cared about the man.

“Don’t worry yourself. He's not the first client I’ve had to be patient with and he wont be the last. He may not be he easiest but trust me he's by no means the hardest I’ve dealt with. Just got to find a style that works for him, Dr Parker already seems t be getting through to him in a good way, I’ll have a more detailed sit down with him and see how things are progressing on that side of things. We'll get him home, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he’s coming home,”

His smile emerges again as the noise of conversation filters back into the hall.

“Anyway I would love to talk business all night, seriously, I’m quite the sad individual like that. But I’m concerned that if I keep you in this hallway until the small hours talking about matters of business, your family and guests would probably end up crucifying me, or at the very least run me out of the house. So you go in and take all the attention and I slip in afterwards?”

(Interaction: James Misty Gray )

 

[Misty Gray]

Savannah Callahan​

Savannah was excited for the party, even more so that her closest friends Evelin and Roxie were both there with her. Never one to dream of making anyone feel excluded or out of place, she gently squeezed Veronica's hand and smiled at her. "You need to have some drinks with us. I know you've got to drive for my uncle, but surely you're allowed a couple of drinks. Even teeny-tiny ones," she encouraged her, fluttering her long eyelashes as she tried to talk the chauffeur into getting into the party spirit with them.

When Evelin flung her arms around her, Savannah couldn't help but laugh. "Yay! Cocktaaaaaails!" Although her voice wasn't as high-pitched or confident as her mother's could get, Savannah had inherited the same sweet tone Sinead's voice carried. As they entered the large function room, Savannah spotted Peter there and momentarily excused herself from her friends' company to greet him. It was clear to see her father was troubled and if she knew him the way she thought he did, she knew best not to question him on it. She was sure he wouldn't want that kind of attention in the middle of the party. Instead, she skipped over to him and smiled as she gave him a hug along with a kiss on the cheek. "Daidi!" she cheerfully greeted him. She knew by now Peter was going through a lot and that her parents were arguing more, but she just hoped she could bring a little light to him in that moment. She wasn't ignorant to how unhappy he looked, but she refused to focus on it. "Thank you for my birthday present. I was hoping someone would get me a new camera," she told him. Her birthday had been almost two weeks ago, but she hadn't seen him since.

After the quick exchange with her father, Savannah returned to Evelin and lead her to the bar. "I feel I need to explain myself. I was going to wear one of the dresses you made for me, but my parents asked me not to wear anything too glamorous tonight," she admitted. "Hence why I'm dressed a little plain right now. Apparently, if I look too good I'll attract some dangerous thug and accidentally get pregnant," she said, scoffing on her last words. "But! I'm going to a party next weekend to celebrate the opening night of Oliver!, so I'm wearing one of your nice dresses then," she enthusiastically told her. "Now, Eve. Tell me what you've been up to lately. Any gossip... any admirers?" she suggestively asked her.

Interactions: nearlyflowers (Evelin) Bellz (Peter)
Mentions: Bellz (Roxie) lavendre (Veronica)

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James was pleased to hear Mitchell was prepared to be patient with Conor. He wasn't sure how things would turn out regarding the man's marriage to Aliana, but what he did know was that Leo had already lost three valuable years that should have been spent with Conor in his life. The lawyer mentioned having a sit down with Dr. Parker and James nodded his head, fully agreeing with that idea. James had intentionally not spoken with the psychologist before and for that he had a couple of reasons. With regards to Conor, he didn't want to in any way jeopardise the case should it look like he was manipulating the doctor's recommendations. But there was also the fact that Syd was seeing Maddox for his own personal issues and James felt he owed it to his son to keep his distance, appreciating how sensitive and private his son's sessions with Dr. Parker were. After everything Syd had been through since Skye's terminal illness had come to light and then her premature death, all James wanted was for his son to overcome his difficulties.

Mitchell soon spoke up to excuse them both from business talk so they could get down to enjoying the party. "You're probably right. Luce will have my head if she knows I'm discussing business," he half-joked. "I'll catch you later, mate," he told him.

Rather than walking into the party hall in question, James veered off in a different direction and towards his office. He slipped into the room and locked the door behind him. Reaching into his pocket, he finally pulled out a cigarette and the lighter from his pocket. He placed the small white stick in his mouth and lit it before taking a long drag from the cigarette. Lucy didn't like people smoking in the house, but he was in his office and out of her jurisdiction. That thought caused him to smirk to himself, imagining the telling offs he'd had from his wife in the past about smoking inside. What she didn't know...

Once he'd finished his sneaky indoor smoke, James left his office and locked the door behind him. He then casually walked towards the party, feeling better after his little break. Upon entering the room, he noticed Assad on his own and approached the man. "Evening, Farrid. Enjoying the party?" he asked. Although it didn't escape his attention the medic wasn't holding a drink. "Haven't you found the bar yet?" he remarked.

RayPurchase (Mitchell) Inb4Cloaker (Farrid)

 

[Inb4Cloaker]

Farrid Al-Assad

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The medic was wandering around for only a short period of time, but he had the ability to once again admire the Porters residence. He had never been in the house during a party, but he had visited occasionally during business related affairs prior. Overall, he liked the security and ornate construction of the building. Places such as this reminded him of large elaborate living quarters he saw in the East, although the mansion was smaller than some of the palaces he saw back home. Times like this reminded Farrid truly how far he had come, and how many different things he had seen over the years. It also sparked the famous question of ‘what if?’ He could’ve found himself in another pair shoes long ago, and his current position in the world may have been much different if he chose to make more obscure decisions during his life.

Assad spotted the bar and it’s corresponding drinks moments before being approached by the host himself. Turning to face him, Farrid smiled brightly and offered his hand, giving a firm handshake as he replied. Feeling his shoulders lower slightly, the medic was glad he wouldn’t have to search forever to find James.

“Ah, hello sir. I’m doing alright, I was actually just about to grab a drink.” Inclining his head towards the bar he just discovered, Farrid glanced over towards the drinks before letting his gaze fall on the host. In a way, ever since he was employed by James, he had viewed him as the spiritual replacement of what the medic once knew as his leader back home. ‘Sir’ was one of the most common ways he referred to him as, along with ‘boss’ and occasionally Mr. Porter. If he was honest, however, he only said James’s last name when he was greeting more than two of the family. Mostly because it gave him an excuse to say; “Hey, how are you Mr. Porter, Mrs. Porter, Mister Porter, and Mister Porter...junior.” Which was something Farrid found to be unusually funny.

“I just wanted to meet the man we are celebrating before I got a drink, Happy birthday sir, and for you...” Remembering the box under his arm, the prior insurgent lowered the black package and switched it around. Carefully, Farrid shifted the cover off to reveal the decorated, steel saber. With the grip wrapped in blue dyed leather and the bottom of the sheath having a dark red tassel attached, the overall appearance of the weapon was immaculate. The total length was thirty-seven inches, and the blade itself had a golden star engraved on its midsection.

“This is a tool similar to what I used to see back in my home. Every good leader I had possessed one of these, a shamshir, as it is called. Please accept it. I’m sure you’re glad to get a bit of a break from work, aren’t you?” With that, the medic nodded his head towards it as he handed the package to James. Gifts were something that Assad enjoyed providing, particularly because it gave him the ability to demonstrate his gratitude towards those he respected. He also wanted to gift the saber to the boss because it provided Farrid an opportunity to come full circle, as he never got the ability to give one to his last commander before he moved to the States. Of course, he wouldn’t voice these thoughts, as to not reveal more than he wanted about what he was a part of years ago.

During the conversation, Farrid also reminded himself once more that it may be a good idea to stay away from excessive drinking tonight. Partially because he didn’t want to make a fool of himself; he could do that later when he was back at his apartment, but mostly because he didn’t want to run the risk of driving with a clouded mind. He could always just see what foods would be available, since that would be a safer alternative.

ارجوك اقبله.

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[Bellz]

Lucy Porter
Thomas Porter ​

Lucy smiled widely and shook her head softly, "We would never start without you, wouldn't even dream of it." Was all she had time to say before Ali and the rest of her gang arrived. Lucy waved to Leo who seemed to be more worried about seeing Thomas than anyone else, which was understandable...she remember how boring her fathers were to her as a child. Just taking in the boy's energy, he instantly reminded her of Conor, which caused a sad smile to spread across her face as she nodded to the boy in greeting. "Thomas just went upstairs to grab something, he should be back down in just a moment." She informed Leo before turning to Ali who spoke up, causing Lucy to let out a laugh. With the boy out and about at the party, it seemed like Mama Ali could finally take a break.

"Its so good to see you Al," Lucy murmured to the woman, looking to Syd as Ali mentioned that he looked more grown up everyday, "Shhhhh don't say that. He's still my little one." She insisted, giving her son a teasing look before James spoke up, saying something about Leo. The blonde listened to the end of the sentence and let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Did I ever tell you about the time that little bugger got ahold of a pair of scissors and gave me a fresh new cut?" She wondered out loud to Ali, her eyes reflecting the horror she had felt that day when she woke to find her hair chopped off unevenly in most spots on her head. "Back then it was a completely different feel, as I could still get away with sitting on Conor when he acted up. Not easy to do now." James went on to answer Ali's question, which earned another laugh from Lucy. Noticing he was ready to leave, Lucy accepted the kiss and smiled at him. "Have fun." She murmured to him in passing just before Sinead arrived. The blonde was swept up in a tight hug by Sinead and she knew instantly that something was up. "Hey love." She murmured softly, but before she could ask what was wrong, Sinead let go and turned her attention to Syd.

Staying quiet, she observantly watched as her sister moved to Ali. Lucy was so glad that her sister had Ali, being able to have someone else who was like a sister if Lucy couldn't provide the support she needed. Not staying long, Sinead turned her back to Lucy and Syd, heading with Ali in the opposite direction. Once again, Lucy was just about to speak up when Thomas came barreling down the stairs, "Is Leo here!?" He asked excitedly, his hair brushed neatly to Lucy's approval. "Can I go play with him and Lorelei mam?" He asked as he hopped off the last step of the stairs.

Nodding her head softly, the boy didn't wait any longer before running towards where he last heard Leo. With everything that had happened with a matter of minutes, Lucy forgot to breathe. Making sure nothing else would interrupt her, the blonde sucked in a deep breath before turning her head back to Syd, "Back to your questions, the shoot was great. Made some progress and actually might be picked up by another agency."

with: James+ Conor +Sinead Misty Gray ; Syd Pyroclast ; Ali +Seana + Leo Melanin-Gxdess

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James returned Assad's handshake with a firm grasp of his own. The man explained he'd been just about to get a drink, which drew a friendly smile from James. He might not be a party animal or one to command everyone's attention in such context, but James still wanted to make sure his guests were enjoying themselves and taking advantage of his hospitality.

"Thank you. I'm really glad you could make it tonight..." James said, upon being wished a happy birthday. He watched on as the medic brought the package into the centre of their focus. It was already clear this gift wasn't alcohol and that only increased the boss' curiosity. He watched on as the man moved the cover to reveal the steel sabre. "Mr. Assad..." the man trailed off, though his attention remained fixed on the gift. James was evidently taken by surprise and in awe of the unexpected gift. He took in the view of the weapon, noticing the detailed engraving on the blade. He maintained his smile as Farrid spoke of good leaders owning such a weapon back home. "This is an amazing gift. I haven't been given anything quite like this before," he assured him, with a firm nod of his head. "Thank you for such a thoughtful present. I will make sure to take excellent care of it," he assured the man. To emphasise the point, he beckoned one of his employees over before releasing the sabre from Assad's hold and in the process freeing up the man's hands. After admiring the weapon once more, James instructed his employee to store the gift away safely so he wouldn't have to be concerned about the kids get hold of it, using it as a toy, and potentially damaging the rare gift.

James then returned to the conversation. "If I'm being completely honest, it's not often I take a break from work, so this does feel a little alien to me. Still, Mrs. Porter will have my head if I attempt to sneak off to finish my paperwork this evening," he half-joked. "I'm glad you could join in with the celebrations. Feel free to take advantage of the food and drinks. I think there's more than enough for everyone."


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[Inb4Cloaker]

Farrid Al-Assad

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“I’m glad you appreciate it sir. I wouldn’t suggest hitting anything with it, but, it’s still serviceable.”

Farrid ended his sentence with a chuckle, nodding at James when he made the comment about work. When he indicated the food, further inciting Assad to seek it out, he gave a small thumbs up as he confirmed his soon to be new destination. As the employee came to take the gift, Farrid handed it off to James and observed as the saber was taken away safely. He wasn’t sure if the boss would appreciate the weapon when he first thought of getting it, but the medic was now glad that he chose it over any other options.

“Thank you for the hospitality, it’s much more pleasant meeting on positive terms rather than doing so because someone was injured. Again.” Knowingly raising his eyebrows, the prior insurgent did his best to avoid discussion business at times like this, but it seemed as though there would never be any escaping it. Not wanting to take up too much of the hosts time, he quickly spotted where the food was being served and recalled what Bailey said about eating all the pudding. Typically, he would assume it was a joke, but this time? Better safe than sorry, maybe it wasn’t all gone just yet. Inclining his head towards it, Farrid eyed James again.

“Well, I won’t take up too much you’re time. I think I’ll take your advice and see what’s being served tonight, maybe grab a piece of cake.” Assad spoke in a calm, fairly rapid manner as usual, but his demeanor seemed a bit off. He was still trying to immerse himself in the overall peaceful and joyful setting of the party, however he couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty that he was still trying to mask. He voiced it earlier in the truck with Baker, and he wanted to voice his concerns again to Dante and James themselves, but he certainly didn’t want to spoil the mood of the party. Because of this, the medic was stuck hoping that nothing unfortunate arose tonight. The possibility of something ruining the night was slim to none, but it was still there, and Farrid was far from prepared. That is what unsettled him the most.

Further attempting to conceal his concerned attitude, Assad took in a deep breath and looked to the bright side of things. He was at a party, and if all went well tonight, it may help him believe the next one would be just as pleasant. He’d already took a step in the right direction by separating himself with his pistol earlier. That’s the best way to look at it, he resolved; just take everything one step at a time and look at the best of each situation.

Respectfully excusing himself from the presence of his boss, Farrid did as he said he would and began to step off towards the food. He wasn’t exceptionally hungry, as the worry he harbored was quelling his appetite for the moment, but he could still probably find something to nibble on or distract himself with as the night went on. It wasn’t very often that he got to enjoy such foods, he might as well take advantage of it. Thoughtfully, Farrid considered smoking another cigar afterwards to soothe his mind. Alternatively, he could drink and let liquid courage suppress any doubts he had, but the idea of himself helplessly intoxicated and unknowingly replying to everybody in Arabic for the remainder of the night seemed like a poor choice.

آمل أن أكون مخطئا

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[Pyroclast]

Syd Porter

"Jesus, dad...don't make me wish I'd stayed at home," he muttered as he turned away slightly, unable to look his father in the eye when he made reference to his sex life with Lucy. Thankfully, his young cousin chimed in with more teasing remarks about James' age, which caused Syd to chuckle. The boy was a smart one, that was for sure - Syd glanced to his father and raised his eyebrows as if to say, He's got a point. Seana was also struggling to stifle her laughter as she stepped in to stop her grandson from embarrassing Ali any further. He hugged her back before the boy dragged her away, shaking his head in silent respect for Leo's outspoken personality.

The smile on Syd's face reflected Aliana's when she turned and spoke to him. "Great to see you, Ali," he replied, blushing slightly when she called him "kid". There weren't all that many years between them, but she had been around to see him grow up. Since she had married his Uncle Conor, he had come to see her as more of a family member than just a colleague, though calling her Aunt still sounded - and probably always would sound - too weird to him. Yet, as she seemed to also consider him family, he didn't find her words patronising at all. Even though he himself had felt old on his 30th birthday - a milestone that, 9 years ago, he never believed he would reach - it was gatherings like this that encouraged him to stay young at heart. His mother, on the other hand, would always manage to embarrass him; when she called him her little one, Syd brought his hands up to cover his eyes with a sigh. "Mam, I'm 30 years old!" he playfully reminded her, though he knew she was just trying to get a rise out of him.

Soon, Sinead and Peter walked through the front door and his aunt wasted no time in making her way over to Lucy to give her a long hug. Quickly glancing over to his uncle, he detected an all-too-familiar darkness behind his eyes and when Sinead hesitated to break away from the embrace he couldn't help but wonder if the two had had some sort of fight again. Though he didn't dare admit it, Syd missed the man that Peter used to be. It wasn't his fault that he had changed, of course - he had suffered a lot of trauma over the years, his time in prison having had a particularly heavy effect on his mental health. Yet, no matter how understandable the explanation behind these changes in behaviour were, it was still hard to see Sinead and his cousins bear the brunt of his aggression. Sinead turned to hug him then and when she stepped back, Syd kept a comforting hand on her arm. The faltering of her voice gave her anxiety away. He didn't say anything, however, not wanting to stir up any drama at the party. After she had walked away with Aliana, Syd turned back to watch his Uncle Peter and cast a friendly smile his way. The man didn't look at all ready to join the party, but Syd hoped he wouldn't leave before giving himself a chance.

After James had moved further into the growing crowd of guests and Thomas had run off to find Leo, Syd and Lucy were finally left to themselves. Five minutes into the party and she already looked done in. But she finally got round to answering his question, and Syd smiled upon hearing that her day at the studio had gone well. Sometimes he wondered if her modelling career would attract more trouble to the mob, but so far she had managed to remain safe and after all she had dealt with over the years, he understood her desire to follow her dream and felt she deserved it. "That's great, mam!" he enthused. "As long as it's a well-established one...Can't be too careful, right?" Despite being genuinely happy for her, Syd couldn't help that his mind automatically considered the dark possibilities behind everything. Being in the business for twelve years had done that to him, and even though he did get tired of of the constant underlying worry, he preferred it to the unexpected chaos that they would otherwise face as a consequence of not being prepared. In a world full of snakes and rats, you had to be very careful who you laid trust into.

"Anyway, I'm sure the hardworking staff didn't do all this decorating so that we could linger in the hallway and ignore it all," he pointed out, placing a hand on Lucy's shoulder and beginning to walk towards the bar. "Let's get a few drinks in us - it's been way too long since I was last locked!" Syd had had it drilled into him for many years that he had to be careful around alcohol, but he had been doing well lately, so he figured he could be a bit more liberal. Besides, there was a big difference between drinking alone at home and drinking socially at a party - as far as he was concerned, it was all about the occasion, and this was certainly a good one.

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The Porter Residence
Mitchell Van Gerwen​

Left alone in the hallway as James departs, Mitch turns to the mirror. He gently smooths a couple of hairs back into place and straightened his tie. Flashing himself a smile in the mirror. Right best foot forward, you had a productive chat with the birthday boy, and done the gift giving, that’s the hard part done, now it’s just a case of drinking enough to be interesting, and not too much that you irreparably damage your reputation. A very fine line indeed. He opens the door to the general hubbub of the party. A myriad of faces of varying familiarity. He'd clocked Bailey, bright kid if a little rough round the edges, already wizard with numbers. He hated to admit it but he had a bit of a soft spot for her, sort of like the little sister he never had. If that sister had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks mind you. He'd have to swing by and say hello, but she seemed deep in conversation, and at this point the alluring siren call of the bar was far too strong to possibly resist. He makes his way over to the bar, ducking and diving his way past people with a whispered apology hear and a silently mouthed pleasantry there. Arriving at his final destination he eyes over the drinks. Probably still a tad early for a whiskey especially on an empty stomach, and the same went for wine, drunken embarrassment lay down that path. He settled for a bottled beer, Czech Pilsner, far more flavourful than the domestic varieties served in the local bars, and not as likely to leave him singing drunkenly in the corner. He leans back against the bar, taking a large sip from the bottle. As he casts his eyes over the room he catches sight of Farrid, recognising him from his greeting from the front door. He raises his beer bottle in a salute of greeting, accompanied by a welcoming smile.

Left alone in the hallway as James departs, Mitch turns to the mirror. He gently smooths a couple of hairs back into place and straightened his tie. Flashing himself a smile in the mirror. Right best foot forward, you had a productive chat with the birthday boy, and done the gift giving, that’s the hard part done, now it’s just a case of drinking enough to be interesting, and not too much that you irreparably damage your reputation. A very fine line indeed.


He opens the door to the general hubbub of the party. A myriad of faces of varying familiarity. He'd clocked Bailey, bright kid if a little rough round the edges, already wizard with numbers. He hated to admit it but he had a bit of a soft spot for her, sort of like the little sister he never had. If that sister had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks mind you. He'd have to swing by and say hello, but she seemed deep in conversation, and at this point the alluring siren call of the bar was far too strong to possibly resist. He makes his way over to the bar, ducking and diving his way past people with a whispered apology hear and a silently mouthed pleasantry there. Arriving at his final destination he eyes over the drinks. Probably still a tad early for a whiskey especially on an empty stomach, and the same went for wine, drunken embarrassment lay down that path. He settled for a bottled beer, Czech Pilsner, far more flavourful than the domestic varieties served in the local bars, and not as likely to leave him singing drunkenly in the corner. He leans back against the bar, taking a large sip from the bottle. As he casts his eyes over the room he catches sight of Farrid, recognising him from his greeting from the front door. He raises his beer bottle in a salute of greeting, accompanied by a welcoming smile.

“Looks like you could use a drink as well,”


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