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"I don't want to be here, Grayson!" Seraphina glared up at her brother, shifting her gaze to the building beyond him. "This place is... is... it's shit, Gray!" She lapsed into Russian when her English failed her, as it normally did when she was angry. Maybe angry wasn't the right word for what the Russian girl felt, but she certainly couldn't take the time now to think about how she really felt. Angry, terrified, even excited sometimes. Though looking at the place he'd brought her to a couple weeks ago, excitement was the furthest thing she felt. The building looked run down both on the outside and the inside, and there were four people to a room. She couldn't even room with her brother, she was rooming with three girls she didn't know, but at this moment in time she didn't mind not having Gray in her room.

"This is our only option right now, Sera." Gray sighed, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, obviously tired of having the same conversation. But no matter how many times she said she didn't want to be here, he wasn't budging on them leaving. The idea of leaving by herself had crossed her mind countless times, but they both knew she wouldn't. He'd only rescued her from their father's grasp a few short months ago, and they were both terrified of getting caught and going back. Both she and Grayson had a mark on their bodies that told the right-- or wrong, depending on how you looked at it-- set of eyes who they were. The snake tattoos the siblings bore were dead giveaways that they were likely not where they were supposed to be, and if they were brought back to their father, there would be hell to pay.

Sera, for one, refused to go back. She would kill to avoid it. Or at least that's what she told herself. Blowing out a sharp breath, Sera continued to glare at Gray, even as his face remained impassive. "Пошел ты на хуй." [Fuck you.] She spat at him, spinning on her heel to stomp away from him, half expecting him to grab her and pull her back. He didn't like to let her far out of his eyesight, but this time, he let her go. Maybe they both knew she needed time to cool off, or else he was seriously risking a slap to the face or maybe even a well aimed kick from her boots. She didn't look back as she made her way around to the back of the building. Pulling Gray's pack of smokes she swiped from his room from her pocket, she pulled one of the sticks out with shaking hands. Unfortunately, pulling one of them caused them all to pop out, landing on the ground at her feet.

"Fuck." She muttered, leaning down to pick them all up and stuff them back into the pack. Grabbing the lighter from her pocket, she placed the cigarette between her lips and lit the other end, inhaling deeply. The nicotine definitely helped calm her nerves, but she knew it wouldn't be long before they were back, and it wasn't like she could smoke every second of the day. Tucking the pack back into the pocket of her jacket, she leaned against the building, hanging her head as she blew out a steady stream of smoke. Tears pricked her eyes but she blinked them away, having been trained for years now to block out those emotions. It was still hard for her to let go of all of that, even if it had been months since Gray returned and snuck her out of their family home, never to return. She still had nightmares in which she would probably wake up her roommates, if not others, when she woke up screaming. Sniffling, she brought the cigarette to her lips again. "I'm not going back."



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"This is our only option right now, Sera." Grayson knew and wished his sister understood that he understood how she was feeling. He knew she didn't want to be here in this place, but he meant it when he said this was their only option right now. It was somewhere their father wouldn't think to look, if the old man was even looking at all. Gray had no doubt that his father had given up looking for him a long time ago, but Sera on the other hand... if things were as bad as the look in Sera's eyes told Grayson they were, then Gray had no doubt that their father would look for her. Grayson knew he had to do something to throw the old man off their path, but in the meantime, they would hide out here. They'd been here only a few weeks, and he'd heard from Sera practically every day how she didn't want to be here.

He sighed as she stared at him, muttering a curse in their native tongue before she turned and stalked off. While Gray didn't like to let her go far, he seriously doubted that she would be dumb enough to run off without him. He knew that she was angry with him, and he couldn't blame her, but he had always been her protector and that hadn't changed. Especially now that he'd gone back to their family home and saved her as well. The few years he'd been gone without her had given him some time to build up some money for the both of them, and find this place. He wasn't going about this completely blind, after all. Living on the streets had given him street smarts that, to be fair, he'd already begun learning even back home. There were many things his father made him do that taught Grayson alot.

Not that he would thank the man. Sighing as Sera disappeared around the back of the building, he stood there for a moment more before he turned and headed inside. Navigating the hallways, he found his room that he shared with a couple other guys, stepping inside and moving to plop down on his bed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Sometimes Gray wished he wasn't the one in charge here, but he didn't regret going back for Sera, not for a second. She didn't deserve the things that had happened to her, and he couldn't imagine how things must have gotten worse for her after he disappeared. He'd been his father's biggest money maker in the underground fights, and he knew Sera brought him alot of money as well, just for other things.

The thought made him sick to his stomach and suddenly he was standing again, moving to the dresser that housed his clothing. He yanked open the top drawer, digging around for his smokes. It took him looking through the drawers a few times before he realized that Sera must have snatched them. "Fucking bitch." He muttered, heaving a sigh as he slammed the top drawer shut, lingering there for a moment. There was no telling where she was now, even if she hadn't gone far. Scowling, he stepped away from his dresser and turned around, glancing at the others in the room. "Sisters, am I right?" Still scowling, he left the room again to try and find Sera and his fucking cigarettes.



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Dinah Reed
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This was what happened to Dinah Reed. Or rather, what was left of her. The textbook example of a rich girl gone wrong. Just a few years ago, she had this popular girl status and her family was one of the most valued ones. And she was still a part of it. And now, she was living in a motel that smelled like cheap whores and shit and her bed was hurting her back more than a wooden plank. Of course, she could absolutely afford to live somewhere else. Her backpack was full of her father’s money she had taken when running away. But Dinah was no idiot. She knew more than well that if she got herself a room in Hilton or anything in some major city, her father would find her and though he might not drag her home, he would definitely strip her of every privilege the money gave her.

And so, she was here. A girl alone in the world, looking for something she herself didn’t know how to name. Was it attention? Or affection? Or both? And what exactly the affection was? Dinah wouldn’t know since she never got any. Her nannies and maids at home were nice to her, calling her Miss Dinah, making all her wishes come true, helping her with homework, choosing the prom dress… All those things that her own mother was supposed to be doing. Yeah, right?

When Dinah ran away, she had no idea what she would do. Her first attempt to be “a street kid” failed miserably. She tried to steal for the very first time in her life and ended up running from the police. Now that was something, wasn’t it? Thank god for her good form, otherwise, she would definitely spend that night in jail.

She was still a minor then but her looks helped her to get her way until reaching sweet 21. Her face looked mature and when she added a good deal of makeup, she would pass for an adult any time. Plus, one thing was now very clear to her. People absolutely don’t care about kids on the streets. They would give or sell you anything just to get rid of you. That was actually what helped Dinah the most. That and not being used to any attention so she basically fell right in with the street rats.

This motel had been her home for quite some time now and while she decided to lay low, she still paid the greasy dude a lot extra to keep her in the room alone. Until this one day. What happened, Dinah had no idea but he did come earlier that day, asked her to pack her shit and move to a different room. No amount of arguing would help her at that point and while she very much tried, bitched him out, threw more money at him, for some reason, he wouldn’t budge. Fucker. And when she was about to throw a tantrum, he shoved a front page of newspaper in her face. And there she was, smiling with her typical crooked smile. Dinah’s words died in her throat. “Be glad I’m not calling your parents, bitch.” he snickered as she handed him a rather fat stack of greens. And she would just love to tell him off but there was nothing. He had her.

And so now she was here, dragging her one duffel bag of possessions to a room that was already occupied. Opening the door, she took a deep breath in and forced a smile. “Hey.” she greeted shortly and walked to that one empty bed. Looking around, she measured the girls in there. One of them she knew. Adeline Garnier. Dinah and Adeline came to the motel together. The two of them and Addy’s twin Julien. The other girl was a new face to Dinah so she just nodded to her for now. And the last bed seemed taken as well but the girl was not there. Huffing, the former heiress plopped down on the bed and pondered for a moment. “Is it always this quiet in here?” she asked, looking at the girls again. Not that she and Addy were the best of friends, far from it. But for now, these were the people Dinah had around her so she better made the best out of it.

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Alexander Warren
the runaway loner
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Alex had been slumming in this shitty motel for a bit at this point. He had no plans and was running out of money faster than he would appreciate. He was spending his days outside, looking for a job or two he could do. In his book, a job was a car. Alex understood those machines more than anyone and thanks to his previous job in a local garage of his town, he was able to open and run almost anything. And if he didn’t know it, he’d learn. And now, all he did was open a car, take it away and take money for it. Okay, yeah, Alex was stealing cars.

But this part of the city was not as lucrative as the others. The streets smelled like piss and shit, were full of homeless people, junkies and prostitutes and those really didn’t drive some bombshell cars. Alex was honestly getting worried about his future. Not that he had a great one ahead of him. But it was starting to look like that soon he wouldn’t be able to keep even this flea-infested tiny cellar of a room.

This evening, he just came back after the whole day. He was determined to find something to sell and actually ventured to the more luxurious parts of the city. He desperately needed the money. He looked down at his clothes and winced. Those also needed either a washing machine or a complete change. And his trip was successful. Finally, after a few dry days, he found a car worth getting into. But not today. The way Alex worked was, one day, he found the car, the next one, he went and took pictures of it and only when he found a buyer, then he would go and get it, knowing the paycheck was close.

As usual, Alex indulged in an evening cigarette, leaning against the wall near a vending machine. That was a source of his dinners for the last week or so since he decided to save money as much as he could. Leaving home, he took everything he had earned in a last year, which was enough. But as he had found out later, this was an expensive world. Yet, the freedom was worth it and Alex was ready to pay the price. There was no way he was getting back home where the only thing that was waiting for him was probably the arrest warrant for getting the world rid of yet another asshole. Not that he had meant to kill the mother fucker. It simply happened. But Alex was not sorry anyway.

Leaning against the rusty rail, Alex inhaled another drag and reached for his back pocket where he was sure to find another one of his old paperback novels. He just started War and Peace by Tolstoy for probably around seventh time. Turning a few old pages, he found the one he was currently on and started to read again. Somewhere around being in the middle of his cancer stick, a guy appeared from inside. Alex recognized him as one of the dudes he was sharing his room with. Most of the time, Alex kept to himself. He was gone a lot and when in the room, he mostly sat in his corner and read the book or tinkered with whatever he could. Anything to keep his hands and mind occupied. Not having anything to do was dangerous at this point and so the young mechanic made sure to keep himself busy at all times.

Looking up from his book, his green gaze fell upon the tall man and he scanned him quickly. He looked pissed and for a moment, Alex was unsure if he wanted to engage the conversation or not. In his stoic nature, he was usually not the one for drama, whether causing or joining it. Yet, he could recognize a nicotine need when he saw one. “Need a smoke?” he asked in a low tone, waiting for the guy to turn and notice him. He pulled out his soft pack of cigarettes and held it out if Gray wanted to get one. He also offered his lighter. It was a cheap thing he stole at some fair back at high school but he customized it with engraving his initials on it.

“You’re kinda new here, right? Haven’t seen you around before.” he shrugged a little, not wanting to sound too nosy. Those things got you killed and Alex had already learned that lesson. “Name’s Alex. Welcome to the shithole.” he commented with a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice as he offered a handshake too.

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Adeline

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Were someone to ask Adeline Garnier five years ago if she thought she would be where she was then, she would have promptly told them absolutely not. Though she had a relatively rough time in high school, she did well in college. So well, in fact, that she was able to graduate early and get a position as an assistant to a relatively powerful and important politician. It was Adeline's dream to one day take on some of the country's most important and unanswered political and social issues, and make the old men currently in office begin to change things for the better. She had always been confident, intuitive, and intelligent. It just took the wake-up call of her mother's death to pull her from her wild-child ways and force her to apply herself. But, now, all of that seemed for nothing. Addy, and her twin brother Julien as well, was running from the law, running from the consequences of her actions, running from the choices she had made.

That night still haunts her, even until that day. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the crimson red blood splattered across the walls. She smelt the burnt odor of gunshot powder that vaporized into the air. And she heard the loud pop as the bullet left the chamber, not stopping until it was buried squarely in the chest of her boyfriend. The burnt smell was overpowered by a metallic stench that nearly caused her to heave. Corbin lay there at her brother's feet, unmoving without any indication of life behind his eyes. Adeline knew that Julien was trying to talk to her, but she couldn't hear him. Instead, her entire body had begun to tremble, the panic of what they had just done settling in. It wasn't until her brother placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her that she came back to the present. "We need to go, Addy. Pack a bag, we have to get out of here." The brunette knew that her twin was right, but she didn't want to believe it. It had been self-defense, right? Surely this didn't mean their lives were over.

Nevertheless, they packed a bag each and ran from Dallas, the place they were born and raised, and the place their parents were laid to rest. For the first few months, Addy thought that maybe they had overreacted. Nothing bad had happened, no one seemed to be following or looking for them. But, a run-in with the law in Chicago changed her mind entirely. It had been about almost three years since they took to the streets, and they had bounced around the entire country by train or bus or some other public transportation. A few months ago, Addy had chosen New York City as their destination, though Julien was opposed. What could be a better place to hide than the city with the most unknown underbelly? For the first couple of weeks, they lived in seedy, pay-by-the-hour motels, or crashed in subway terminals. It was dangerous, but Addy and Jules protected each other as they had always done. It was out of complete luck that they found the hostel, a place that was relatively safe given the more unsavory places they had been in the city. And they had been there ever since.

Adeline lay on her bed, reading a weathered copy of "Emma" by Jane Austen. It was her mother's favorite book, one she remembered the older woman reading to her as a child. When she was sick in the hospital, Addy returned the favor, reading the novel to her mother while she went through chemotherapy infusions. As much as Adeline was terrified of relationships, rightfully so given what had happened those few years before, she absolutely loved romance novels and movies. She had just gotten to the part of the story where Mr. Knightley scolds Emma when the movement of the door caught her attention. Emerald green eyes peered over the top of her book, finding Dinah standing in the doorway. Without saying a word, she turned her attention back to the words on the page, hoping Dinah wouldn't acknowledge her. Unfortunately, however, Adeline's wishes were not granted, and let out a sigh when the voice filled the room. "Yes, we're generally respectful of one another," she responded, sliding the bookmark into the fold before closing the book. "Though it seems like that might change fairly soon."




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Julien

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The music was pumping, the bass bouncing off the acoustic panels decorating the walls of the large room, filling it complete. A multicolor light display seemed to change and pulse in perfect time with the music, creating an artistic display. Scantily clad women stood on pedestals in what looked like large bird cages, each dressed in accordance with a different suit of a playing card deck. The Queen of Hearts herself was at center stage, performing incredible feats of athleticism and grace as she spun around in a set of aerial silks. Another lounged on a purple belt chaise lounge, creating intricate displays of prismatic bubbles with her hookah-shaped bubble blower. And a woman in what was essentially powder blue lingerie slid around a pole seductively. Clusters of people lounged about on emerald velvet sofas accented with ivy, drinking pastel cocktails. Others pressed and ground against one another on the checkerboard dance floor, communicating solely with their bodies.

One emerged from the group, a dark-haired man with a bit of scruff, a few beads of sweat tainting the skin of his forehead. He grinned, wondering where his dance partner had disappeared to, but honestly not caring. There were plenty to go around in Wonderland, the aptly named nightclub he frequented. For now, Julien Garnier just needed a drink, something to cleanse his palette from whatever pill he had just popped. The haze of drugs and alcohol was the only reason the flashing lights hadn't sent him into a panic attack. Jules, of course, hadn't always been that way. As a child, he was the responsible one, the one who made sure things got done properly, the one who watched over his slightly younger sister and parented her in a way. But when his mother was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer, the twins seemed to completely switch roles. Addy became responsible, and Julien did anything he could to cope with the pain, even if it was reckless and self-destructive.

After her death and subsequently, after that night that changed the lives of the Garnier twins forever, Julien didn't change his promiscuous ways. Every city they found themselves in, he was the one to go out and find trouble, despite Adeline's attempts at keeping him from the limelight. He couldn't help it. He didn't know any other ways, any healthy ways to deal with the depth of emotions and trauma he had been through. And so, he found his therapist at the bottom of a bottle or between the sheets of a stranger's bed. That day, he wanted nothing more than to find his Alice and take her directly to their own personal wonderland. As Julien made his way towards the bar, he found her, perfectly lounged in one of the half-circle green velvet couches. She sat alone, a bottle of champagne on ice on the table in front of her. When their eyes met, she practically begged him to come over. Jules decided to oblige.

He dropped into the plush material alongside the woman, a charming grin turning up the corners of his lips. "Hey," he said, just loud enough that she could hear him. The woman turned her body towards him, perching herself so that they were mere inches apart. She licked her bottom lip playfully, and Julien took that as his invitation to kiss her. But that was where he made his greatest mistake of the night. Almost as soon as their lips met, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back so hard, that Jules was barely able to keep himself from falling. A large man in an impeccable suit stood in front of him, glaring. "You come into my club, and think you can kiss my girl? Security, get him the fuck out of here." Before Jules could even explain, he was thrown out onto the streets of New York. "Fuck this," he muttered, dusting himself off and turning heel to head back to his temporary home. As he rounded the corner, Julien lit a cigarette between his lips, barely missing running directly into a pretty brunette with tears in her eyes. "Woah there, you alright?"




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Rhiannon Hastings






Life in America was drastically different than England, and New York City offered endless opportunities for fun and trouble in ways that London did not. This was largely due to the anonymity that NYC afforded the young British woman. Lady Rhiannon had felt suffocated in London, never free to seek the life she wanted for herself, as her family continually tightened their control over her livelihood. In America though, there were no titles, no ancient and outdated traditions, no parents to disappoint, and no tabloids for her to show up in. Some people sought fame and notoriety, Rhi on the other hand was basking in being a nobody. Even if it had led her to the dingy hostel that was nearly the opposite of the luxurious manor she'd left behind.

The dirty blonde lifted the flask etched with the initials C.E. to her lips once more, before turning her attention back to the suitcase she had laid out on her bed. The contents were more out of the luggage than in it as she rummaged through her belongings, with a noticeable level of annoyance. She was searching both for an outfit to wear for the night, as well as a key that had recently gone missing. The key in question was largely to blame for hers and Charles's arrival at the hostel the previous day, since it gave them access to a lock box that contained most of the money they'd received as a wedding gift. Thinking it would be easier to maintain her freedom from her family as long as possible, Rhi had convinced Charles that they should withdraw all the money in their accounts and keep it as cash so they couldn't be tracked. Her parents still believed her to be on a romantic honeymoon travelling around Europe and Asia, rather than partying her way through NYC, decidedly single, and Rhi wanted it to remain that way. Now, that decision seemed a tad reckless though.

Rhiannon sighed, locating the sparkling dress she'd been looking for, but not the key to hers and Charles's small fortune. Oh well. The key would show up eventually. Its absence was no reason to ruin a perfectly good night, and the Brit was itching to go have some fun. Just as Rhi began to toss her clothes back into the suitcase, a new woman walked into the shared room, and she glanced over her shoulder, observing the exchange between the two other women in the room. Is it always this quiet in here? The new arrival asked as she put her stuff on the remaining bed. Adeline, whom Rhi had briefly met when she moved in the day before, replied with a curious response that made the dirty blonde believe the women might know each other. Yes, we're generally respectful of one another... Though it seems like that might change fairly soon.

Taking another pull from the flask, Rhi was about to turn back to what she was doing and stay out of things, before the intoxicating liquid inspired her. Swallowing her mouthful, Rhiannon turned her blue eyes to Dinah as an impish smile parted her lips. "Hello love," She greeted, giving Dinah a quick once over, and deciding that she looked like she could be fun. "You're just in time for your welcoming party." Rhi continued, slipping off her shoes and then jeans as she began to undress without shame. "I don't know about you both, but I have a feeling that I'm going to be at this hostel for quite a while, and if we're going to be listening to each other snore each night, we might as well get to know each other properly." Properly here meaning while drunk or high in a dark bar with loud music.

Rhi pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it on the bed, before she glanced between the two women, her dress in hand. "What do you say? Care for a bit of fun? We can be quiet and respect each other later..." She added with a sly look particularly in Adeline's direction since she seemed like the type who might reject the invitation. "I want to meet that fit brother of yours, bring him along too..." The Brit said, having spotted the siblings talking in the hostel halls from afar but not yet introduced herself to Adeline's male counterpart.

Rhiannon shimmied into her tight, sequined dress as she moved for the door before the women could argue against her brilliant plan. "You ladies slip into something hot while I'm gone. Back in a flash!" She grinned, blowing the women a kiss as she disappeared out the door. Plodding down the hall in nothing but her socks, Rhiannon made her way to the room Charles shared with the other men.




















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While America served as a grand adventure for Rhiannon, for Charles it felt more like an extended babysitting gig. While he'd been the one to invite himself on Rhi's runaway disguised as a vacation, it didn't mean he was particularly enjoying it. His reason for coming to NYC wasn't to chase freedom, but to ensure the safety of the woman he'd known since childhood and had come to care for. He couldn't, with good conscience, allow Rhi to put herself in harm's way without anyone to pull her back from the edge. How many times had he had to save her from some skeezy guy or herself so far on this journey? A dozen at least. And it would likely be at least a dozen more times, especially now that they found themselves in a less than ideal living situation.

Had they just left the money in the bank like Charles wanted, they could still be enjoying their stay at one of the nicer hotels NYC had to offer. They hadn't been blowing all their money on the Ritz Carlton by any means, but the hotels had offered room service, a bar downstairs and a general sense of safety. Unlike the hostel that they'd chosen for its affordability, which offered little more than a bed and a room that three other people had access to. No room service, no hotel bar and no sense of safety.

Charles muttered to himself as he scribbled in a notebook, doing calculations to figure out how long he and Rhiannon could afford to live in this hostel before the funds they had on their persons ran out. If they weren't able to find the key, that was. Charles was still holding out hope that Rhi would remember where she'd drunkenly hid it. Assuming it was hidden like she claimed it was, and not just lost at one of the clubs she'd gotten crossfaded in. That woman... Scratching out a few numbers and consulting his calculations on another page, the Englishman was almost done with his budgeting when one of his roommates walked into the room. Judging from the man's slight accent, Charlie had deemed him the Russian man in his head, since he'd yet to get his name. Unlike Rhi, Charles didn't invite himself into other people's lives, and was perfectly happy to allow his roommates to keep their privacy until they saw fit to share information.

Like now, for example, although the man was clearly bothered by something as he sat on his bed, the Brit only spared him a casual glance, before returning to his numbers. Nor did he say anything when Grayson strode over to his dresser, uttering fucking bitch when he couldn't find what he was looking for. Only when the Russian turned and glanced at Charles, did the latter offer his active attention. Sisters, am I right? Ah, so it was a woman who had him upset. Figures. "I can't speak to sisters, but I share your sentiment on women in general..." He replied, a small smirk cracking his stoic features for a moment. "Good luck..." He added as Grayson left the room, presumably to deal with said sister.

Charles only had the room to himself for a second before Rhiannon caught the closing door behind Grayson and let herself into the men's room. Get dressed darling, we're going out! She said decidedly, moving to Charles's dresser to start picking him out a proper shirt for the evening. I'm bringing the ladies I'm rooming with as well, so please try not to be so sullen tonight... She said, pulling out a button down shirt and tossing it at Charles. You might even have some fun. Charles rolled his eyes at Rhi's antics, but put his notebook down as he grabbed his shirt. "I'd have more fun if you'd have a little less..." He retorted. "But I suppose I don't have much of a choice, do I? Did you force this on your flatmates as well?" He asked, only earning a grin from Rhiannon. "Fine, I'll meet you downstairs when you're ready," Charles continued, eyeing Rhi's lack of shoes. "Text me."

Rhiannon smiled, pleased to get her way without much fuss tonight. Marvelous. It'll be great fun. She said, kissing Charlie's cheek before she whisked out of his room as quickly as she arrived. Examining the shirt Rhi had picked him once more, the Brit tossed it aside on the bed and select another one for himself. They might have been married for a day, but he didn't need his ex-wife picking out his clothes. It didn't take Charles long to change though, and soon he was back to examining his numbers. Well, half examining his numbers and half trying to figure out a way to avoid being the chaperone to a gaggle of women tonight. He needed to even out the numbers in regards to sex. Budget be damned for now.









































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Sera could still hear Gray's voice in her head, telling her that this place was her only option. Their only option, rather, as much as Sera hated it already. It wasn't necessarily just the people in it or the small amount of safety it offered-- it was that and more. The hostel had a weird smell to it, almost like a mixture of decay and the death of dreams. Okay, maybe she was being dramatic, but come on. Why did they have to stay here? Tilting her head back and leaning it against the wall, Sera released a breath mixed with smoke she'd inhaled, squeezing her eyes shut. She knew they didn't have alot of money, though the specific amount they did have was beyond her. Gray wouldn't tell her, and she'd stopped asking. A small part of her thought it might be better if she didn't have an exact number in her head. Then she could dream about the places they could be instead of here.

Taking another drag from the cigarette, Sera pushed off from the wall just as someone rounded the corner, nearly bumping right into her. "Смотрите! [Watch it!]" She snapped at him, realizing a moment later that he'd asked if she was alright. "Отлично. [Fine.] I'm fine." She told him, her tone having only softened a fraction. She paused, cigarette halfway to her mouth as she stared at the ground at the man's feet. Without warning, a sudden sense of dread had filled her, a fear that originated in her very bones and radiated outward. Paralyzed, Sera could only stand there, the cigarette burning between her fingers. Slowly, she lifted her gaze up to the newcomer, the stranger who had invaded her personal space and caused these nerves to reappear within her. The nerves she hadn't felt since...

Gray kept her safe, and now she'd left him somewhere inside. Forcing herself to draw in a shaky breath, she took a couple steps away from the man. The cigarette had reached the filter, and suddenly it burned her fingers, distracting her from her thoughts. Jumping slightly, she dropped the burning filter to the ground, now staring at it as it burned in the gravel below. Remembering that she wasn't alone, her eyes jerked back up to Julien. Without another word, she slipped around the building and headed back inside, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she did so. She knew where Gray's room was, but going to him would mean admitting defeat, and she wasn't ready to do that. So she yanked her headphones from her pocket, unwrapping them and tucking the buds into her ears.

From the same pocket, she pulled out a little iPod that Gray had gotten her, since he knew how much she loved her music and wouldn't be able to have a phone for a while. Not a decent one that could hold her music, anyway. Plugging the headphones in, she navigated through the songs until she reached the top of the list, where the shuffle button was. She pressed it and immediately felt some of the tension leave her body when the loud music hit her ears. Releasing another breath, she tucked the iPod back into her pocket, heading through the hallways until she found her room. She knocked open the door, not looking at the two girls inside as she made her way to her bed, plopping on it. Turning her back to the others, she laid her head on the pillow, curling her legs up to her chest as she closed her eyes again.



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It wasn't that Grayson considered the hostel the fanciest place on earth or the nicest, but it was a place where he and Sera could just lay low and relax for a little bit. It would keep them safe, or as safe as they could be. Grayson would never stop protecting his sister or stop looking for danger, no matter where they were. He just wished she would understand a little better. The snake tattoo they both bore was a dead giveaway to the wrong people, and those people would take them back to their father in an instant if they saw it. And their father? He would show no mercy for his children, no matter that they were bonded by blood. Gray had spent a few years on the run now, so he was used to staying in shitty places and watching his back. This was all new to Sera, and he knew she hated that he'd taken her from one trap into another.

Groaning, he made his comment about sisters, pausing on his way out of the room when the other male in the room spoke. Despite everything, his comment about women in general caused Grayson to crack a smile. He heard the good luck on his way out and nodded, even though he was already pretty much gone. He caught sight of a pretty blonde dressed in a sparkly dress right before she ducked into the room, but he didn't stop on his way outside. He knew Sera had to be out here smoking somewhere, but where? That was the real question. There were alot of dark places to hide here at the hostel, but damn if he didn't need a smoke. He pretty much ignored everyone on his way outside, but once he got out there and looked around he stopped, deciding on which direction to go.

“Need a smoke?” Hearing the question, Gray turned around, spotting a guy he hadn't even seen hanging out around the wall. He offered Gray a pack of cigarettes and even a lighter, and the Russian male paused. "Is it that obvious?" He asked, smirking as he doubled back, grabbing the smokes and the lighter. Tapping one of the cancer sticks out, he brought it to his lips and lit it, blowing the smoke out when the kid spoke again. “You’re kinda new here, right? Haven’t seen you around before. Name’s Alex. Welcome to the shithole.” Gray outright laughed at that, handing the pack of cigarettes back, but not the lighter. Instead, he lifted it so that he could inspect it, tilting his head slightly when he saw the letters. "Nice to meet you, Alex." He finally handed the lighter back, taking another drag from the smoke.

"Grayson." He ashed the cigarette beside him, sighing as he looked around again, but it was just the two of them. "You wouldn't have happened to see a girl walk out here, have you? About yay tall, brunette, probably looking pissed off as shit." He shrugged one shoulder, turning so that he could see the area around them. "That would be Sera, my sister. She stole mine." He lifted his cigarette to implicate what he meant, chuckling softly as he brought it to his lips again. "Ah, screw it. She'll show up eventually." He didn't think she'd be stupid enough to run; in fact, he knew she wouldn't. But for now, she obviously wanted to be alone. "You been here a while, Alex?" Grayson asked, trying to keep the conversation light while they smoked. "You're right. It's a shithole. But it's a roof, right?"



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Dinah might have been raised as a princess in the castle but she certainly wasn’t one. And if she even used to be before, now there was no trace after any grace or gentle behavior. That one year on the streets, running, traveling between states and trying to survive had taught her a lot and despite everything, Dinah was a good student. She might have not known how to fight but her sharp tongue definitely made up for it. Sure, if someone attacked her, she got the beating and rarely knew how to defend herself but in verbal fights, she was the queen. And in case she really needed it, she was not afraid to pull hair, scratch and kick. She was like a wild cat and never backed down, even if it meant her own face ended up scratched and bloody. It was the Reed way of handling things and while she always made sure not to be like her mother or, god forbid, father, there were a few similarities to be found.

Finding the way to this motel was a matter of accident rather than a solid plan but here she was now, hiding out until she was ready to move on. But then she saw that portrait on the front page of the newspaper where her own face was giving her that typical crooked mischievous smirk plastered across her face. It gave her chills and was enough for her to stop arguing before paying for another month in a shared room. Dinah was not really crazy about this new situation but forced herself to accept it and dragged her ass and her very few belongings there. The situation was less than ideal but seeing who her new roommate was, Dinah became even less thrilled. It was safe to say that she and Adeline were less than best of friends and it was obvious from the brief conversation the two exchanged. "Yes, we're generally respectful of one another. Though it seems like that might change fairly soon." the girl responded to Dinah’s question and the brunette just mocked her words before settling down on her new bed.

The other girl, a dirty blonde who seemed to be frantically searching for something in her bag, was more open to the conversation and turned to Dinah with a hearty greeting laced with the British accent. "Hello love. You're just in time for your welcoming party." she told her and Dinah immediately knew who was going to be her friend in here. The girl looked like she knew the meaning of the word party and that was exactly what she needed. It wasn’t like she could go crazy with Addy and when it came to the Garnier twins, Julien was the one Dinah was getting along with way way better. But having a new girlfriend in this godforsaken place was definitely going to cheer her up.

The British girl talked some more and it brought a huge grin to Dinah’s face. “I like you already,” she declared and turned to look at the girl who was shamelessly changing right in front of them. “Count me in. I’d never say no to a good party,” she winked and unzipped her bag to search for just the right outfit for her while the Brit left the room, saying she was going to be back soon. Her bag didn’t store a lot of clothes at this point and Dinah had to make do with the stuff that was there but a party outfit was always to be found inside. The shirt and top top emerged to the surface and the girl laid them out on the bed just as the door opened.

“Back already?” she asked as she turned around but to her surprise, it was the last roommate of the four. But there was something else that stopped Dinah mid movement. The face. It was a long time ago but she was always going to remember their faces. They all were kids back then but those times marked the peak of happiness for little Miss Reed and she knew when the ghost of the past was standing in front of her. The other brunette seemed angry and she barely spared her a look before throwing on her bed and turning her back to the rest of the inhabitants but Dinah had to be sure. Her teeth came a bit forward, biting her lower lips as she walked a bit closer, around the bed to see the girl’s face again to be one hundred percent sure. Her heart fluttered and for a moment, she felt like that little girl again. “Sera?” she asked softly, marvelling over the coincidence that brought them back together. “Is that...is that you?”

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If Alex knew something, it was that people never trusted each other on the street. He had learned the hard way. There were countless moments where he actually thought someone wanted to help him and Alex ended up without money. Selling cars really helped him to train his brain for this kind of life and though he got seriously ripped off at the beginning, now he was one of the best guys out there. Despite the frantic poor family background, the kid was actually smart and used to do rather well at school. If his mother had had a tad more money, there would have been a bright future for the young boy, including college, a degree and a well-paid job which would be legal and serious. Instead, he was not not only book but also street smart and an almost genius lockpicker.

The seedy motel wasn’t the ideal place to live and honestly, while he didn’t come from a castle and luxury, Alex kept making sure his things were not critter-infested and always checked for bed bugs before sleep. A place like this? One could never be sure enough. If asked why he had actually chosen to live here, Alex would provide a simple answer. While it was a place where one would expect common thieves and criminals to seek refuge, it was also a bit further from the center and his usual victims rarely expected someone to really make the effort and commute to “work” so far. Alex really went for it, he never minded traveling for a bit longer if there was a sweet reward waiting for him at the end of his journey. Just like earlier that day. The black Escalade with tinted windows was soon about to change the owner and Alex was going to play the main role in that exchange. But not tonight, no, it had time. Everything had its right time.

Instead of stealing a car, Alex returned to the motel and decided to enjoy one last smoke before retiring for the night when the new guy came outside. Alex might have been a cynic and generally wary, but he also saw that the guy could use a dose of nicotine so he offered his own pack. While he usually observed a person before engaging in a conversation, a habit which might make him seem unfriendly, the opposite was true. Alex might have been less than trusting and lost all his illusions a very long time ago but in his soul, he was still a rather friendly companion. After the initial introduction, he offered a handshake after the cigarettes and nodded when the other man revealed his name.

“There are quite a few brunettes living here,” he laughed. “And trust me, they all are pissed off as shit most of the time so yeah, your description fits them all,” he shrugged, inhaling a long drag from his cigarette. A way bigger one that he seemed to be able to handle.The smoke then elegantly curled out of his lips and dissolved in the night air as he took a moment before raising the filter to his lips again. “I’ve been here for some time, yeah. Enough to know that it is a roof indeed but not worth the money we are paying for it. But there’s a bed, a half-decent bathroom and if the temperature goes below zero, they even turn the heating on,” he commented with his tone dry. “And they keep refilling the vending machine once a week so if you go there on Monday, you can even score a pack of not stale gummy bears and a can of Monster. Real win if you ask me,” he went on, obviously sarcastic. He toyed with the lighter for a moment before hiding it in the safety of his pocket. “Though you can trick the old thing and get some stuff for free. Let me know if you want to know, I’ll show you a trick or two.”

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When Adeline was younger, she wasn't as what some would call uptight. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She remembered very distinctly going through parts of middle school, junior high, and even the beginnings of high school partying until the early morning every night, regardless of if she had school the next day or not. Her mother was working day and night, multiple jobs to make ends meet. So the only person that kept track of her was Julien. And despite being the older twin, he rarely held any authority over her. For the beginning of her teenage years, Addy ran around with some less than savory characters. Her first boyfriend was far too old for her and sold weed to kids on the playground. Her best friend went to juvie for stealing cars and joy-riding. Hell, she had even been caught stealing a couple of times from local grocery stores and malls. The only reason her name was kept out of the system was that they let her off the hook when she offered to pay for the stolen goods. After all, what store owner in their right mind would want to go to court over something as minor as stealing a candy bar?

But then her mom got sick, and everything changed. She couldn't work anymore, and the twins had to take on the responsibilities of the house to make ends meet. While that meant Julien went out to get a job after school and spend his nights doing who knows what, Addy stayed at home to take care of their mother. She slowly watched the woman fade away until she was nothing more than an empty shell, and pieces of Addy's soul chipped away with it. Maybe that's why she became the person she was now. Confident, poised, and collected. But also hardened, cautious, icy, and ultimately cynical. Jules poked fun at her for it all the time. But, compared to his coping mechanisms, she couldn't help but think that her own weren't that bad. He had practically gone off the rails when their mother got sick. And instead of Addy disappearing for hours to days on end, Jules did. That being said, she knew that if she were to ever need her brother, she could call him and he'd be there in a heartbeat. That much was apparent given what they had gone through together. Because, at the end of the day, all they had left in that world was each other. Adeline would rather be dead than let that slip through her fingers.

Saving her from making any more snide comments in the hopes of getting back to her book, Rhiannon welcomed Dinah with open arms into their room. Sometimes Addy was envious of her general bubbly personality and wondered if she too could be that way again. But not then. "A party? Seriously?" she questioned, slipping her bookmark between the pages and sitting it alongside her on the bed. There was no way she could get back to reading now. Before Adeline could question Rhi more, the dirty blonde disappeared out the door once more. Deciding it best to make sure Rhiannon and the others didn't get into too much trouble, the brunette hopped up from her bed and dug underneath it into her suitcase in search of an appropriate outfit. There was rarely any use in arguing with Rhi about a party after all. Slipping into their shared bathroom, Addy was only in there for a few moments to change and freshen up before venturing back out where she found Dinah and Sera staring at each other in confusion. "Yeah, something tells me I don't want to be a part of whatever this is," she said matter-of-factly, motioning between the two. Whatever reunion they were having, the brunette could only believe that finding her brother was better than sticking around.

Without anything else, Adeline's heels clicked down the tile hallway as she searched for her twin, wondering if he was even in that sorry place they called 'home.' Moving to New York City had seemed like it was a dream come true for her player brother. She didn't see him for more days out of the week than she saw him, and in the beginning, she spent many a restless night worrying. But those times had long passed, though she kept her ringtone on at all times just in case. Julien had proven more times than she could count that he could take care of himself, and so she just had to let him do that. Though he was probably already out partying that day, she wanted to invite him nevertheless. So imagine her surprise when she found her twin in a smoking circle with two other guys staying at the hostel. One was Alex, a quiet guy who seemed to like books just as much she did, and the other was a new face. "Can't say I'm surprised to find you out here," Addy said, sidling up alongside her brother with a smirk playing on her lips. Jules rolled his eyes at her as he took an inhale from his cigarette that the brunette realized she desperately needed. "Care to spot your sister a light?"




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There were very few times in the life of Julien Garnier that he did not get what he wanted. He could probably count them on one hand. The first was that he wanted his father to wake up. At the time, his little five-year-old mind couldn't understand why the usual pokes and prods didn't wake the peacefully sleeping man, nor why there were so many wires and cables and tubes coming from him. Eventually, he came to understand that his father was sick or injured in some way, and that's why he hadn't woken up yet. But even that wasn't the entire truth. And then, one day as they were visiting the hospital to see their dad, a nice nurse took Jules and his sister to a playroom full of toys. They stayed there for hours until their mother eventually came, eyes red and tears stains streaming down her cheeks. That was the day she told her children that their father would never be waking up. Julien was angry, and at the time couldn't comprehend. It wasn't until years later that the memory finally clicked in his mind: his mother had chosen to take his father off of the life support that kept him going until then. She had chosen to let him go.

Growing up without a father wasn't necessarily easy, but Jules didn't think it affected him all that much. At least, not that he would admit. Sure, he missed out on certain things. But his mother did her best to make up for them, to try and be both parents to her two kids. Nevertheless, Jules was forced to be the man of the house, take on more responsibilities, and grow up fairly fast. He taught himself basic "dad" skills, like changing the oil in the car or mowing the lawn. He even kept a protective eye on his sister, which led to the second thing he wanted that he couldn't achieve: keeping her safe. Despite his best efforts, Addy was her own person barely younger than, and Jules couldn't force her to stay in line, nor did he really want to. He would have to protect her from the harsh world. But, for most of their childhood, she knew more about it than he did. And then there was their mother. The older Garnier twin wanted to keep her safe as well. But pancreatic cancer had other plans and took her away almost as fast as they found it. That was when Jules stopped caring about his own safety and responsibilities, and just let his wants usually achieved through charm and good looks take over.

Inhaling from the cigarette, Julien peered down at the pretty brunette he had nearly run into. He didn't remember seeing her around the hostel, but that didn't mean she wasn't staying there just like the rest of them. He wondered briefly what business someone like her could have with that shithole of a place. But then again, everyone had secrets that brought them there. She looked like she was about to cry or had been crying, though he couldn't be sure. And there was a cigarette between her lips just like his. She cursed at him in a language he didn't recognize, causing the brunette man to hold his hands palm forward in front of her, hoping that showed he meant no harm and was actually sorry. She was intriguing. But before Jules even had the chance to ask her her name or apologize, she went back inside the hostel without another word. Julien's blue eyes watched her go, brow furrowed in confusion. Had it been something he said? He may never know, and so he decided to continue down the sidewalk until he found two guys standing outside, each smoking a cancer stick of their own.

He recognized one from his room, but the other wasn't a familiar face. "Hey, looks like we all had the same grand idea," Julien commented with his signature charming grin, holding up his own lit cigarette to illustrate his point. Inhaling from it, he exhaled a plume of smoke into the air above their heads, watching it dissipate. Before he could continue the conversation, however, the sounds of heels against concrete caught his attention. "Can't say I'm surprised to find you out here," his sister's voice said, and Jules couldn't hide the instinctive response of rolling his eyes. "Care to spot your sister a light?" The brunette man let out an annoyed sigh that was nothing more than playful and pulled the pack from his pocket to hand over to her. It was then that he noticed her attire, and quirked a brow. "What's with the outfit? You rarely ever dress like that anymore?" Adeline inhaled from her cigarette, glancing down at her clothes for a moment before responding. "Apparently the girls are going out on the town, and I'm tasked with making sure no one gets in too much trouble. I'm sure you boys are all welcome to come along if you'd like."




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Rhi's worry over the missing safety deposit key was long gone and her mood much improved by the promise of a fun night ahead. The contents of the flask she'd been pregaming with earlier was doing its part as well to put her in the proper headspace to let loose, and she hummed a little to herself as she made her way back to her room after leaving Charles's. "I hope you ladies are dressed and ready to-..." The dirty blonde began saying as she entered the room, only to cut herself short when she noticed Addy was gone and their other roommate had taken her place. Rhiannon hadn't had much time to talk with Sera yet, but from what she could tell, it seemed best to tread carefully with her. And while a sober Rhi might heed her own advice, the tipsy Rhi did not.

Moving to her bed, Rhi gave Sera and the new girl privacy for the amount of time that it took for her to pull her socks off, locate her heels, and slip those on, before she interrupted what looked to be a reunion of sorts. "Not to be a bother, but when you're done with whatever this is..." She whispered to Dinah, motioning between the two brunettes, "Make sure to invite Sera out, love." Rhi glanced at the Russian girl, noting that she seemed upset. "It looks like she needs cheering up." She added to Dinah, giving her shoulders a little squeeze before disappearing into the shared bathroom to touch up her hair and makeup while the two women continued their conversation.

The dirty blonde continued humming to herself, loudly enough that the other girls could hear her and know she wasn't trying to eavesdrop on whatever they were saying. Rhi enjoyed people, not their problems, and had found it best not to invite herself into affairs unless they involved fun. She wasn’t above crashing a party. As she leaned over the sink to get closer to the mirror while applying another layer of mascara, the Brit wondered where Addy had disappeared to. Hopefully she was ready and inviting her brother like Rhi'd asked earlier, and not trying to skip out on going out tonight. From her short time of knowing Addy, Rhi had decided that she liked the seemingly serious young woman, and had made it her goal to bring out the fun side in her. Surely it must exist buried beneath all the books. Finishing her look with a layer of lipstick, Rhi appraised herself in the mirror, before returning to the main room.

"We’ll, you both are gorgeous, so I don’t imagine it’ll take you long to get ready…” The English woman mused, walking to her bed area fishing a bottle of booze out of her bag to refill the flask. “I’m gonna go round up the other members of tonight’s party...” Rhi continued, her attention focussed on the bottles in each hand as she carefully topped off the flask without spilling any whiskey. Waste not. “And then we can go!” She finished, screwing both bottles closed once more and grabbing her miniature clutch she’d have Charles hold in his pocket for safe keeping. “Please come Sera!” She grinned, just in case Dinah hadn’t gotten around to inviting her yet. “It’ll be a smash, I promise.” She added, glancing between the brunettes, trying to lighten the heavy mood in the room, before she left to find Addy and meet up with Charles.





















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With their funds now limited for the foreseeable future, Charles had been trying to focus on creating a budget for himself and Rhi, but per usual, the latter was derailing his plans. He'd known the fun-loving girl long enough to know that there was no use arguing with her, as it would likely result in her going out anyways and making stupid decisions. After getting ready, the Englishman had tried to refocus on his numbers while Rhi finished dolling herself up, but it was no use. He just found himself staring at the calculations on the page while his thoughts centered on trying to figure out who else he could convince to join this outing that would save him from being solely responsible for a gaggle of girls. Only Charles would see being the only guy surrounded by beautiful women as troublesome.

Sighing, Charlie gave up on his work and shut his notebook, stashing it in his dresser as he stood and got ready to leave. He grabbed his wallet, smokes and the burner phone he'd got for their stay in America, checking it for any texts from Rhi before he slipped it into his pocket. With a quick glance in the singular stained mirror provided in the room, Charles brushed his hair into place and fixed the collar of his sports jacket to perfection. Well, perfection as far as living out of a suitcase in a hostel in NYC went at least. Striding out of the room, the Brit decided his best bet for finding someone to even out the numbers was to locate one of his roommates. He'd not known any of the men long, but it was more promising than asking a complete stranger to hit the bars with him tonight. With his luck, his invitation would be misconstrued and he'd find himself fending off unsolicited advancements. Unlike his traditional parents, he had no problem with how people lived their lives and was of the mind that love was love, regardless of sexual orienation, but he was not interested in experimenting with the men in NYC. Experimenting was much more up Rhi's alley.

For once, luck looked to be in Charlie's favor as he easily found not one, but all three of his roommates gathered outside for a smoke. How quaint. Making his way over to the group, the Brit was rehearsing in his head what he'd say to convince the guys to have a night out, when a beautiful brunette he'd not initially noticed in the group beat him to the punch. Still a few meters away, Charles heard the exchange between the apparent siblings as Julien inquired about his sister's outfit. Apparently the girls are going out on the town, and I'm tasked with making sure no one gets in too much trouble. I'm sure you boys are all welcome to come along if you'd like. The Englishman was surprised, though pleased, to hear that the brunette was also taking up the mantle of being the responsible one, and for a moment he considered if he'd need to even up the numbers after all. Of course, she'd already offered an invitation to the other guys to join in, so there was no need to rescind such an offer. Perhaps then he wouldn't get caught holding all the purses if there were other men.

"So, this seems to be the spot then, doesn't it?" Charlie greeted, joining the growing group of smokers. He nodded to his roommates, before offering a smile down the line to Addy, bowing his head a little deeper. "You must be one of Rhiannon's flatmates..." He deduced. "Apologies in advance for that one." He grinned a little, only half joking. Pulling out his own cigarette, Charles lit it so as not to be left out. "I second this fine lady's notion that you fellows should join. It would make it a proper night out then." He continued, taking a drag from his cancer stick before slowly blowing it out after a few moments. "Beats hanging out here tonight at the very least... Even if you can secure free snacks from the vending machine." He added, smirking in Alex's direction.

A vibration in his pocket alerted Charles to a text, and he pulled it out, quickly reading over a text from Rhiannon. Aw, look at you making friends. xx The Brit scowled, glancing up from the phone and around for his ex, spotting her coming from the direction of the female rooms. He greeted her with an eyeroll, putting his phone back away as she came to a stop beside the other woman. "Addy love, you look absolutely smoking... Have you convinced these guys to join, or is Charlie scaring them away?" She teased, deepening Charles's scowl. He just took another long drag, reminding himself to behave like a gentleman in front of others. “Your sister this trying?” He muttered to Grayson, recalling that he’d left just minutes earlier to find her.








































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Sera's plan was to drown out her sorrows and the rest of her night with the loud music in her ears, but apparently, that wasn't in the cards for the young Russian woman. She stepped into her room, seeing all three of her roommates in there, feeling the lump in her throat growing larger by the second. Crossing the room to her bed, she plopped down onto it, but the gap between one song and the next made it so that she could hear someone say her name. “Sera?” Immediately she froze, the next song starting and even playing for a few seconds before she turned back around. Grayson had told her that this could happen if they weren't careful, but she just hadn't believed it. Now someone had found them, and the sinking feeling in her stomach made her nauseous. “Is that...is that you?”

Lifting her gaze to meet the other girls, Sera had an insult on the tip of her tongue before she realized that the look on her face wasn't accusatory, but one of shock. Slowly, Sera reached for her earbuds, taking them out as she pushed herself to her feet. It had been quite a few years, but Sera had learned from a young age to recognize faces. If not, it could be deadly, or at the very least quite painful. But this face in front of her was not a friend of one of her parents. She wasn't someone that was here to hurt her, or at least, Sera didn't think so. It was just a huge coincidence, but then again... was there really such a thing? "Dinah?" Sera asked, her voice soft. The English girl had left the room, but the quieter one now stood from her bed, making it clear she wasn't interested in being a part of this reuinion.

But then again, Sera wasn't, either. "Why are you here?" She snapped as the other girl left the room, leaving them alone. Maybe in some other lifetime, this could have been a happy reunion between friends, but in Sera's mind Dinah had abandoned them. Both her and Grayson. Hurt passed over her features as she scoffed, shaking her head. "I'm going out, but not because I want to reconnect with you." She said, not caring how her words might hurt as she started digging around in her bag. She didn't say anything else as she snatched another set of clothes out of her bag, turning her back to Dinah as she slipped her arms out of her jacket. She tore her shirt off as well and unbuttoned her jeans, stepping out of them. Gray would probably smack her if he knew she was showing the snake tattoo, but Sera didn't honestly think Dinah was here to hunt them down and return them.

Yanking on her new outfit, Sera turned back to Dinah, eyeing her for a moment. "You look rough." She told her before she slipped out of the door. She was headed outside to smoke again, but the group already gathered out there drew her attention. She approached them slowly, hearing Charlie's muttered question to Gray. "I'll show you trying, you-" Before she could finish, Gray grabbed her and pulled her to him, clamping a hand over her mouth. "This answer your question?" He responded to Charlie, only letting her go when she bit down on his hand. Stepping away from her brother, she pulled his pack of smokes from her pocket, tapping one out again before bringing it to her lips and lighting it. "Where are we going, anyway?" She asked, looking at Rhi, who seemed to be the one who knew what was going on. "Somewhere with good alcohol, I hope."



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Grayson considered himself a pretty good judge of character, and partly, he had his father to thank for that. Much as he hated the man, he had taught Grayson some life skills that he might not have ever learned otherwise. Like how to judge people, and how to survive on his own. His father may not have saw that last one coming, but everything he'd put Gray through had certainly helped. Now Gray could take care of both himself and Sera, if she would only stop being such a bitch and let him. He knew that she was angry at everyone and hated the world right now, but she was also in a dangerous predicament because she was experiencing freedom that she'd not had before. Gray wanted her to enjoy that freedom, but she also needed to be careful, only she wasn't seeing that part right now.

The kid that had offered him a smoke and a lighter, though? Gray immediately liked him, which made it easier to stand out there and carry on a conversation with him. Gray outright laughed when Alex told him that his description fit most of the girls here, and he just shook his head in response. "You're not wrong." He told him, hanging his head slightly in fake shame. "Trust me, if you meet her, you'll know." He ashed his cancer stick, bringing it to his lips again as the conversation turned to this place in itself, and then the vending machines. "Oh yeah?" Gray considered his offer for a moment, then nodded. "You know what, you got me, kid. Show me anytime." Smirking, he inhaled on the cigarette again, just as another guy joined them. "It's a great idea, am I right?" Gray smirked, but the sound of heels clicking on the ground caught everyone's attention.

"Sister, hm?" Gray asked, looking between the two as Julien lit her smoke. "I'm so sorry, brother." He grinned at the male, offering Adeline an amused smile that hopefully told her he was only teasing. It wasn't long before they were joined by their final roommate, and then another woman who immediately greeted the final male to join them. Apparently the plan was to go out that night, and Gray's initial instinct was to decline. After all, he couldn't leave Sera here and there was no way in hell she was going. Not if he had a say in it. Thankfully she wasn't here to hear the invite, so he breathed a small sigh of relief at that. But he spoke-- or thought-- too soon, because just as Charlie asked if his own sister was this trying, he heard her voice. Speak and the demon shall appear. He was quick to grab her and cover her mouth to keep her from spouting off at the gentleman.

"This answer your question?" He released Sera as she bit down on his hand, a loud curse escaping his lips as she moved away from him. "You did steal my smokes!" He told her as he spotted the familiar pack in her hands. She ignored him, asking instead where they were going, and he immediately started to shake his head. "We're not going anywhere." He gestured between the two of them, taking in her outfit for the first time. Her eyes shot back to him, anger flashing in them as she jutted out one of her hips and placed her hand on it. She started in on him in Russian, ending by approaching him and poking her finger into his chest. He grabbed her hand and sighed, opening his mouth to speak before his eyes caught sight of movement from the direction of the door. He looked over, doing a double take when he saw the girl approaching them, her face under the light for him to finally see. "What the fuck?" He breathed, letting go of Sera, forgetting all about her for a moment as he stared at the girl coming their way. "Is that...? Dinah?"



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There were not many people in Dinah’s life she actually cherished and if they happened to occur, they always only stayed for a bit and left. Dinah learned not to dwell on things pretty soon in her life since her own parents could care less about her. As a child, she craved attention from them but never got it. The older she was, the more she yearned for being recognized by them but those two people only saw her when they needed to act like a pretty and perfect rich family. Very soon, Dinah understood that she was getting nowhere with them and turned her focus elsewhere, trying to earn herself a circle of friends who would maybe like her for who she was. And they did. They liked her because she was a loaded heiress and it was beneficial to be friends with her.

Only once in her life did Dinah know what real friendship looked like. It was back when her father did business with the Russians and one of those days, his business partner brought his children along with him. A girl and a boy. It took a while for them all but eventually they became friends with Dinah and her days became way less grim. They hung out every day, whether the Petrovs came to see Dinah or vice versa. Sera was the best friend Dinah had ever had and quite frankly, she managed to develop a small puppy crush on Grayson, one she never acted on as she was afraid that the older boy was going to make fun of her for her childish feelings. And then…then they were gone. All of a sudden, as if with a snap of fingers, the Petrovs disappeared and Dinah had not seen them ever since.

So when familiar features appeared in front of her, Dinah immediately recognized her long lost best friend. It had to be fate that wanted her and Sera in this shit hole, there was no other explanation to that. Though honestly, this was not how Dinah imagined their reunion. Sera first said her name softly but then her face changed and she snapped at the brunette. Dinah frowned and parted her lips to speak but no words came out. She just watched her childhood friend rummage in her suitcase. "I'm going out, but not because I want to reconnect with you." she said and Dinah felt that sharp pinch in her guts. Pain flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by anger. What the hell was she doing? It was Sera who left without a word, abandoned Dinah when she needed her the most! She didn’t get to play victim here. But the talk didn’t get any further. Sera got dressed, told Dinah she looked rough and left the room, leaving Dinah the last person inside.

“You have no idea.” she squeezed through her teeth and marched to her own bag, fishing out an outfit hich was the best thing she had to wear to a club. Who cared if it was revealing? Certainly not Dinah. Blood was boiling in her veins and she was entering her raging mode. One in which all the worst choices were born. And soon, the last girl was joining the crowd. Her heels clicked in the night and she was hoping she was making at least a tiny entrance. Sera woke the worst version of Dinah, lying dormant inside, and now the brunette was out there to impress. But when she heard her name rolling off the tongue of a man and she looked at him to see who he was, she almost toppled over. Thankfully, she managed to cover her surprise and put a sultry grimace on her face to hide it. “Well, I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d see your handsome face ever again.” she practically purred and leaned closer to kiss Gray’s cheek. She was acting, putting on a show about brave and fearless Dinah. Inside, she was trembling. “You wanna send me to hell like your sister did or you’re joining us for a real rave?” she asked and walked a few steps backwards not to lose him from the line of her sight for a bit longer before turning to the young British girl. “You. You look like you do fun. Come on, let’s find us a proper club.” she smirked, taking Rhi by the hand as they started walking.

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Living in that shitty place for as long as Alex did, one would learn all the secrets and whims of it, just as he already knew them and had them mastered. He never knew any luxury and so the most valuable thing to him was his sharp mind and knowledge. Any knowledge he could get. Knowing the place through and through meant survival in his book. Because if you were familiar with your surroundings and found out everything there was, you couldn’t get surprised by anything and that meant you had a tactical advantage. Alex’s life alone was the perfect example for why it was beneficial to have such an advantage.

Living back home taught him to always look over his shoulder, to sleep with one eye open, to be careful and alert, looking out for danger incoming from any side. The man his mother chose to marry taught him a great deal about all these things and it was the only thing Alex was actually thankful to him for. Which was rather pathetic and kind of ironic too. But then Alex sent him to seven hells when he shoved him away and the dresser split his skull open. Well, daddy dearest was not going to teach anyone anything anymore.

As he talked to Gray, Alex couldn’t help but feel he was babbling. Vending machine tricks? Seriously? How old are you, Alex? Twelve? Jesus. He kept scolding himself in his mind for a bit longer but Gray seemed to be down. Or he was just too nice to tell Alex he was a childish douchebag. Steps coming from the side caused Alex’s eyes to look up and he recognized one of his roommates. “Spot on.” he smirked in reaction to their words and nodded to Julien in a greeting. For a moment, three men just smoked and Alex enjoyed the silence. He liked it, unlike many other people. Alex sometimes couldn’t understand why people needed to yap all the time anyway.

But the silence was broken after a short while as a small group started to collect around them. Julien’s twin Addy came next and Alex greeted her with a small wink. “You look gorgeous, Addy.” he commented, showing he was not just some slummy dumbass but he actually could recognize beauty. More girls and one more man appeared and from what Alex understood, they were going out. And the invitation was extended. It was not like the young mechanic to go out clubbing but on the other hand, it couldn’t hurt to hang out with people this time, rather than cars, right? But he also sensed it was not going to be this easy. “Why does this have trouble written all over it?” she asked, grinning widely as he lit up a fresh cigarette and started walking as well.

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The feeling of smoke filling her lungs was both uncomfortable and soothing in a way. Adeline had begun smoking when she was maybe 14 or 15 and hadn't stopped since. The nicotine flowing through her veins was like an instant antidepressant, forcing some relaxation into her normally tense muscles. Despite her earlier wild-child ways, Adeline rarely spent her time in the throws of alcohol and drug-induced hazes anymore. She couldn't bring herself to do it, knowing now the effect that it had on her mother, on her family, and on herself as well. She would rather sit on the sidelines, keeping a watchful eye on those she cared about, giving the freedom to make their own choices but stopping them from doing the things they would ultimately end up regretting. After being on the run for so long, it was a second instinct, something maternal deep down that kept her going. Addy's original dream was to help and protect those that were less fortunate, who weren't given voices of their own. Maybe this was her way of still achieving that dream, though at a much lesser scale than she originally had intended.

It wasn't lost on Adeline that she was now in a small group of attractive men, and her brother. As the smoke plumed from her lips and lifted into the air about her head, she moved her gaze between each of them. Given her history with men, or one in particular, she was a little wary of getting involved with someone. Her brother was freely able to jump between women, even taking up a no-strings-attached style relationship with Dinah much to Addy's distaste. He flirted without a care in the world. But then again, she couldn't blame her twin for that. He hadn't been through what she had, hadn't seen the worst of it until the very end. He didn't understand, didn't know. And she let him live in that blissful ignorance, never telling him what Corbin had put her through, the physical and emotional he left on her. So, she trusted her brother and no one else. And, so far, it had kept her safe. "This is what women wear to go out, Jules. You'd think you would know that given your extracurricular activities," she responded, rolling her eyes at her brother. Hearing Alex's words, she offered him an appreciative smile, something a bit more genuine than the stern stoicism or playful smirk that graced her lips.

Alex was an acquaintance, someone she had met early on in her time at the hostel. She had spotted the book he had been reading, one of classic literature that she enjoyed, and she commented in passing. It grew from there, and now they could either have deep conversations about literature and life, or they could sit in silence and read and be perfectly fine. She appreciated him for that. But that didn't mean she trusted him. A voice caught her attention, one with a fairly distinct accent, and Adeline's green eyes found the brunette man. She offered him a smile as well, though it was more tight-lipped than the one had given Alex moments earlier. "No need, she's been great so far," she answered with a shrug. It wasn't long before the other women showed up and they were walking down the sidewalk towards some club. Her heels clicked against cement, and the smoke filled her lungs once again as she took a final drag, flicking the ash into the bustling city street.

Adeline could feel the bass of the club's speakers before she saw the building. A few people milled about outside, but the true party lay within. Lights of all colors swirled about, reflected off various mirrors hung on the walls. A crowd of bodies writhed and danced on the floor, no doubt under the influence of something, legal or not. The pounding of the electronic music put her on edge, and Addy immediately knew she needed something. "I'm going to find myself a drink," she said, leaning in close enough to Julien for him to hear. He simply nodded, already in his own little world, and she made a mental note to check on him later. Adeline shrugged and slid through the room, finding herself a stool at the bar. Catching the eye of the bartender, she offered him a smooth smirk and simply said, "Vodka cranberry on ice."




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Despite his player ways and overall promiscuous, self-destructive personality, there was a part of Julien deep down that was still the compassionate person he used to be. And Adeline was still his twin sister and best friend. So, he was a little concerned when she showed up outside, dressed in the types of clothes she used to when they were younger, willing to go out with them. Even though he went to the clubs and bars nearly every single night, some nights not even going back to the hostel he sarcastically called home, Adeline had given him space, had not called and nagged him. She knew that he needed to work things out for himself, and let him try to do so. In reality, Julien pushed all his emotions and what he had done away, and instead lived in the moment. So, he wasn't necessarily working on himself or trying to figure things out. But he still cared about Adeline. Of course, he did, they were family. Jules met his sister's gaze following his question and saw a flash of positivity there. Their twin connection let him know it was her way of telling him she was fine, that she was going to keep an eye on things and wasn't bothered.

Jules turned his attention back to the rest of the group, a pretty blonde approaching them. She complimented Adeline before commenting on Charles and his behavior. The brunette man couldn't help but grin at the new addition to their group, a signature charming grin. "I didn't realize my sister had such a pretty roommate," he said, blue eyes focusing on the blonde with the accent. "I'm Julien, pleasure to make your acquaintance." His tone was flirty, friendly, and charismatic. His mask, his facade, what he hid behind to protect himself. It wasn't long before two new women appeared, and Jules slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Surrounded by beautiful woman, I must be dreaming," he said, grin turning into a smirk. He glanced over at Dinah, appraising her outfit for a moment. If that made him a dog, he didn't particularly care. The familiar brunette woman now standing alongside Grayson leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek. Ignoring the pang of what was probably jealousy though he didn't want to admit it, Jules looked at her and said, "Dinah, nice to see you again."

Luckily, however, it was quickly decided that they would begin to trek to their party location, and Julien was thankful for the distraction. He needed something to clear his head, both from what had happened earlier and whatever threatened to bubble up from inside. Taking a final drag from his cigarette, he stamped it out beneath his shoe before following the others down the road. Jules briefly wondered how the women planned to walk and dance and party all night in those torture devices called high heels. But, he knew better than to ask. He had made that mistake once with Addy, who launched into a thirty-minute lecture on male expectations of female bodies and misogyny. While he didn't believe she was wrong, it was a lot more than he asked for at that moment. Pulled from his thoughts by the bumping sounds of bass from the nearby club, Julien felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders. They slipped inside, and he was ready to forget the night already, in a good way. Addy mentioned something about a drink, but he barely heard her, eyes finding the dance floor and crowds of dancing bodies. Glancing over at Addy's roommates, Dinah, Rhi, and Sera, his signature charming grin slipped onto his face. "What do you say, ladies? Anyone care to dance?"




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With whiskey and the promise of a fun night ahead, Rhiannon was in high spirits. She could sense interpersonal tension brewing between a few members of the group, but she decidedly turned a blind eye to it. Nothing ruined a perfectly good evening quicker than bringing drama with you... Finding it while out partying though? Now that was another thing altogether and something Rhi was quite good at. Even if it was just to irk Charles half the time. Ignoring the aforementioned man's comment to Grayson about her being trying, Rhi set her attention on Julien, who certainly knew how to greet a lady. I didn't realize my sister had such a pretty roommate. I'm Julien, pleasure to make your acquaintance. The blue eyed man was all charm as he grinned at Rhi, and she immediately had a feeling she'd get on with him just fine. It was clear that he was well versed in flattering women, but that didn't bother the blonde any, accepting the compliment all the same. "Likewise Julien... though I admit was well aware your sister had such a dashing brother. Hopefully she's convinced you to join us." Rhi replied, matching his grin with a playful smile of her own, before glancing over to Adeline as if to confirm if she had.

Where are we going, anyway? Somewhere with good alcohol, I hope. Sera's question made Rhi turn slightly to face the brunette, noting that she didn't seem to be in the best of moods. For now. "It's a club called No Vacancy," She replied before shrugging. "I've not been before, so can't account for their quality of alcohol... though if you drink enough it all starts to taste good." Rhi grinned cheekily, adding, "or at least not as bad if it's trash to begin with." The English woman had been making her way through New York's club scene since arriving a few weeks ago, not one to repeat any when new adventures were to be had. "If it's horrid though, we can always try somewhere else that better suits you." Rhi promised with a smile, happy to accomodate Sera's tastes if it meant keeping things lively.

Dinah rounded out the group, bringing with her the threat of more tension as she spoke with Grayson. Rhi briefly flicked her gaze between the two, mentally noting to give that dynamic a wide berth. A few moments later, Dinah walked over to Rhi, taking her by the hand with a smirk. You. You look like you do fun. Come on, let's find us a proper club. Pleased by the observation, Rhi returned Dinah's smirk with one of her own. "Oh darling, you have no idea..." She replied, happy to get this show on the road as they all began walking towards the club. She heard one of the men who'd been rather quiet up til this point ask Why does this have trouble written all over it? and just glanced over at him, offering only a wink as a reply.

Despite the assortment of uncomfortable footwear, the group made it to the club soon enough, the electronic music and lights serving as their welcome party. Rhiannon could feel the energy coursing through her, this kind of environment always making her feel the most alive. It was a twenty year old's playground, and she loved it. Addie was quick to break off to get a drink, and typically Rhi would have followed after, but she already had a buzz going from her pregaming and wanted to just jump into the fray. And it would seem she might have some willing company. What do you say, ladies? Anyone care to dance? He certainly didn't need to ask the Brit twice, never one to be demure. "I knew I liked you, love..." Rhi grinned, taking Julien up on the offer as she slid her hand into his, skillfully weaving her way through the writhing bodies as she led him to the dance floor. Glancing back over her shoulder at the others, she called, "Anyone else joining?"

Finding room amongst the other dancers, the blonde stopped and turned so she faced Julien, her hips and shoulders already moving in rhythm with the music. "My name's Rhiannon..." She said, stepping nearer to him so she could be heard over the DJ. "Or Rhi." She added, recalling that she'd failed to offer her name earlier when Sera distracted her. While she had left all hope of being a proper lady behind her long ago, she still had some manners. "I imagine you forget most women's names by the end of the night," Rhi teased, a smirk playing on her lips as she glanced up at Julien, resting a hand on his abdomen. "But do try your best to remember mine." The blonde suggested impishly, continuing to dance as she spoke. Her hand slid up his chest in time with the music until it reached his shoulder, and as it slid off she turned in one smooth motion to face away from Julien once more. Pressing her body back against his, Rhi matched Julien’s movements as she closed her eyes and let the music wash over her.




















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While Charles had not been looking forward to a night out, especially when their funds were now temporarily limited, it appeared he was in good company. Literally. Each one of Rhi's roommates were stunning in their own right, and it didn't escape Charles that he was a poor excuse for a man for ever bemoaning the idea that he'd have been the only guy amongst a group of girls. Rhi had conditioned the Englishman to assume all women were as troublesome as her, which he contended did make him an ass, just as the saying went. Apparently he wasn't the only one to think so, as Sera overheard his comment to Grayson. I'll show you trying, you- Whatever the Russian was going to call him, Charlie would never know since Gray was quick to cover his sister's mouth. Quirking an eyebrow, he gave Sera a curious glance. This answer your question? Turning his gaze back to Gray, Charlie nodded. "It does indeed..." He drolled, mentally counting down in his head until- Gray cursed loudly when Sera bit his hand to earn her release. The Brit offered him a sympathetic but unsurprised look, having learned the same lesson the hard way with Rhi.

The two siblings began to quarrel a bit, so Charles stepped away so as not to eavesdrop. His Russian was mediocre at best from his studies, but he did recognize a few choice insults before turning his attention to the others. Surrounded by new potential friends, Rhi no longer paid him any mind, which irked him. As much as he complained about the blonde, it always stung a bit when he was reminded that she was only with him out of situational necessity. Instead of being her husband as was expected, he was her chaperone. Burying his feelings beneath his emotionally repressed upbringing, he simply observed the group until they were ready to go.

Save for the green eyed girl, all the women in this group seemed to be falling more and more into the troublesome category with Rhiannon. Sera was a spitfire, and Dinah was guilty by association after quickly aligning herself with Rhi in search of fun. Charles wasn't the only one to notice that this was potentially going to be a long night, as he heard his roommate comment that this outing had trouble written all over. "Most things Rhi is involved in do... I've just come to expect it." He uttered with a sigh, following after Dinah and Rhi. The only benefit of constantly following around women was the view, which Charles helped himself to since the girls had dressed in such revealing outfits anyways. He might have been a gentleman, but he was still a man. He was just better at hiding his more base urges behind chivalry.

Charles grimaced when the neon sign for No Vacancy came into view and he saw the club crowded and in full swing. His idea of a good night was a dark, quiet hole in the wall where only the regulars wore holes in the barstools and no dancing was required. He and his polo team had enjoyed such a haunt back in London, but now that seemed ages and miles away. As expected, once Rhiannon was finished giving her fake ID to the bouncer, she reflexively handed her small clutch to Charles, which he begrudgingly slid into his pocket. Adeline leaned in to say something to her brother, before walking away from the group towards the bar. The music was too loud and Charles too far from Julien to hear what he said, but he saw the man's mouth move and Rhi was soon pulling him out to the sea of dancing people. That was a big no from him, and when Rhi called back to ask if anyone else was joining them, the Englishman pretended not to hear that either.

Deciding the only way to get through the night was to have a little help from some friendly scotch, Charles also made his way to the bar. He found a spot at the counter, a few feet down from Addie, and waited for a bartender to offer their service. The male bartenders were quick to help all the beautiful women, his present company of Addie included, but weren't in any hurry to take Charles's order. Leaning against the counter, he let out a slow, even breath as he patiently waited, accepting the byproduct of being a male. Only when he spotted a female bartender did he perk up, donning a charming smile as he called to her, "Pardon me, but could I trouble you for a scotch on the rocks?" The woman, who'd had her back turned to Charles, was quick to turn around upon hearing his British accent and smiled widely as she nodded and got to work on his drink. "Thanks!" He added, satisfied, before sliding his gaze down to Addie as her vodka cranberry was delivered. His scotch was placed in front of him seconds later, and he picked it up and raised it in the brunette's direction. "Cheers." He said simply, disappointing the bartender in the process when his attention went to Addie instead of her.

Small talk was not Charles's forte, as he wasn't big on talking just to talk, which seemed to be a common American trait. Nor was the Englishman one to pry into others' lives, as he didn't want to reciprocate with details of his own. Particularly when he and Rhi weren't even supposed to be here and he always got caught between telling the truth and lying. It wasn't that Charles was a complete cad, but it just took him more time to warm up to others. "I'm rubbish at these kinds of places." He admitted, excusing his lack of charming banter and flirting that men typically laid on pretty thick at clubs. Addie would no doubt have a swarm of men circling her for the kill soon enough anyways. "You look smashing though." He added, unable to help the compliment, deeming it simply a fact.









































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