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Andre Clarke

"A man is nothing if he can't even protect his own family."

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a character in “Bellingstone, PA”, as played by chanelindistress

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FULL NAME
Andre Davidson Clarke

NICKNAMES
Most people just stick to calling him by his name. The most that anyone ever does, in terms of nicknames, is call him Dre. It's short and simple, and isn't "extra," like he tells his tells his sister. She ignores him and calls him big head.

DATE OF BIRTH
August 31, 1987

AGE
30

OCCUPATION
Primarily, he's the co-owner and head bartender of Bellingstone's Escape Bar & Grille with Oscar Stein. On the side, though, he trains citizens in private boxing lessons at the local gym and holds boxing/self-defense classes for kids as a part of an after school program.

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Heteroflexible

DIALOGUE COLOR
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Standing at six feet and two inches and weighing at about two hundred pounds flat, Andre knows that he is a rather imposing individual and actually enjoys it. He's got those hazel eyes from his father and light complexion, though there's no denying his ethnic background. His dark, curly hair is cut short and he's been known to grow his facial hair out, but keep it tasteful. He has an impressive musculature that he hides behind dark yet fitting clothes, nothing too fashionable but definitely flattering. He has a plethora of tattoos that drove his father crazy, but he likes them and has no problem with showing them. Unless, of course, he has to show out and be "proper."

PERSONALITY
At his core, Andre is a very proud man. To some extent, he deserves to have such a feeling. Coming from a history as rich as his with successful black men at the helm of said history, he has no reason to feel anything but pride. He was always a rather intelligent, despite not exactly being a fan of the education system anywhere, and crafty young man, and he's never been the type to stray from getting what he wants. If there is something (or someone) Andre wants, he takes. He goes for his desires and fights for them with all of the zeal and vigor that makes most modern businessmen. At the same time, there's no mistaking that there is a downside to his pride, though Andre doesn't see it as such. He feels as though he's allowed to have such a high opinion of himself; he's earned it. At the end of the day, he is the type to do for himself and while he does expect things to be handed to him, he expects them in the sense that he knows he works hard, so there's no point in denying him anything. He has earned it or will earn it, and there should be no doubt in anyone's mind on how capable he is of handling every situation thrust upon him. With that being said, however, it is also this pride that is one of his greatest flaws. Because Andre thinks of himself so highly - and he's rather competitive with this mindset, as well - a lot of the times, he takes a lot of things to heart. One can never say that he's a highly emotional being, but he is a mentally volatile one once a certain button has been pushed. For instance, one of the things in this world that calls for an intense passion from him is family. No matter how many negative traits of his you can list, no one can deny how much Andre loves his family, even when he cannot stand them. He's fiercely protective of the people he holds close to his heart. With that being said, if someone were to hurt someone he loves, Andre's pride doesn't allow him to see it as just that individual family member's heartbreak or pain, but a slight against his very person. Against the entire family. As his sister would say, which he is more than willing to ignore her for, Andre makes it about him. In his mind, it is. As a person who makes sure to keep track of and care for his family every day, even when they are all upset with one another, a slight against them feels like a slight against Andre. Everyone knows he is always looking out for his sister's best interests, though his controlling sensibilities causes her to occasionally feel stifled. By hurting her, though, Andre feels as though someone is insulting his ability to care for her and anyone else he cares for, leading him to react - almost certainly - in equal measure. He sees it as his job to get back at whomever hurts those he loves, even when those people beg him not to do so, and he feels unrepentant in his actions. Family must be protected at all times and a man who cannot protect those he loves is weak. And he is not a weak man. Mortal, yes, weak - never.

With all of that in mind, however, most people see Andre as the engaging and charming young man that he portrays himself as. Though competitive and always on the move, he definitely carries himself with all of the dignity and self-respect of a man well beyond his years, and he revels the respect and admiration that that has garnered him. His imposing stature can be intimidating to some, perhaps, but he knows people. He knows how to manipulate his posture when he wants to get on someone's good side so as not to seem too intense and brooding, calculates which smiles to give and he's generally a well-liked young man. He knows who to make friends with, though his sense of superiority makes it easy for him to view others outside of his family as disposable subjects as opposed to people he can genuinely form lasting bonds with. It isn't to say that Andre doesn't have real friends, but he has a habit of discarding certain individuals once they have proven to no longer be useful to him. He's manipulative and he holds no shame in it. He's also self-serving. Again, he's always looking after his family, but in looking out for them, he's also looking out for Andre. There is no decision that he makes that won't benefit him in the long run, for Andre is too calculated and controlled for reckless behavior. Though, he is privy to it once he feels cornered or if things are out of his control. Although to most, he seems trustworthy and someone one can feel safe around because of how well he can control his emotions, Andre is still very much a cunning, callous, and deceitful young man, oftentimes willing to use that aforementioned trust against another person. He's generous; that much is certain. He genuinely tips well when out and he doesn't just throw his wealth into people's faces. At the end of the day, however, he's not above using said generosity to his advantage. If he helps you out, at some point, he's going to call on a favor and you better offer your assistance in whatever manner he deems necessary. And if not, well, it might be best to not sleep at night. Andre's not afraid to play dirty, after all.

LIKES
✔ Alcohol - Bourbon and scotch are his favorite, but Andre has always loved a good drink, even foreign beers.
✔ Motorcycles - From a young age, he liked the bikes his father had collected and it's rare that he's not riding one of them as opposed to driving.
✔ Sex - It doesn't really matter that he's developed a bit of a reputation. Sex is enjoyable, not just for the people he's involved with, but for Andre specifically. So what if his sister thinks he's hiding behind it?
✔ Family - No matter how much you wanna throttle them, you love them and you know that they love you. And, if you're lucky, not all of them are always blood.
✔ Kids - He's a sucker for big eyes and toothy smiles. There's hardly a child Dre has been around that doesn't make his heart twist and make him want to buy them candy.

DISLIKES
✖ Tea - He's never gotten into that. His sister could list her favorites and he knows how she takes them, but Andre has never really liked it.
✖ Strawberries - Sadly enough, he's allergic to them. Can't like something that makes you look worse than that chick who got inflated on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
✖ Losing - Andre is a strong man, crafty too. He's also smart - smart enough to recognize that you can't win at everything. It doesn't mean that he has to like not winning.
✖ Flu season - It never fails that either someone gets him sick, which he fucking hates because that means he has to build up his strength afterwards, or some idiot comes into the bar and gets everyone sick because they "didn't think it was that serious."
✖ Death - It's a universal thing and it's scary yes, but the thing Dre hates most about death is what comes after for the people alive. Sure, there's the free food from people who know you're mourning. But then it's also the small talk, the memories they want to talk about, people crowding your house and nosing about, and Dre typically wants to kill everyone during that time

FEARS
☠ Death, in general
☠ Failure
☠ Helplessly watching another loved one die





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BIOGRAPHY
Although Andre had been conceived in his father, Jethro's, hometown of Kingston, Jamaica on a leisurely trip to visit distant relatives, his mother had been pretty adamant that he would be born in Bellingstone. Something about wanting to truly settle in the small town and their having a baby there just aided in that quest. Nevertheless, Bellingstone - with the brief trips to Jamaica and wherever his aunt, Chinyere, decided to live for the year or so when they visited her - has been and probably will always be considered home to him. Small town or no, his father never allowed him to forget his wealth and how that wealth served as a bit of an influence in the community. A part of his negative traits could be blamed, then, on the environment that he was raised in. Andre, more-so than his sister, had to contend with constant speeches about the criticisms and unnecessary dislike he would be faced with in the real world - particularly, outside of Bellingstone for the small town was far more accepting than the rest of the world would be, according to Jethro - for being a black man, regardless of how light his complexion was. No matter his personality, no matter how suave he became, he would always have people who feared and hated him for the very thing about himself he could not change. So, he always had to be the best, always had to put his all into whatever he wanted to do and then some, to at least gain half of what some of white counterparts received just for existing. That was a lot of pressure for a child and Jethro was particularly hard on Andre because he was the oldest. The most like him. It also didn't help that Poppy had been a sick child and although four years ahead of her - and rarely associating with the friends she did make - Andre had to become responsible for her. Jethro demanded it. And so, despite how much Andre can say that he absolutely adores his baby sister and would absolutely kill for her - a lot of his childhood was spent with a lot of criticism, pressure, and honestly not the same amount of love and emotional support from their father as Poppy had received. Their mother's death only managed to make the situation worse.

Nevertheless, regardless of whatever bitterness he had towards his father, Andre had been a force to reckon with as a child and as he grew into an adult. He had been known for his physical aptitude, oftentimes excelling at athletics and honestly anything physical despite never truly wanting to take it on as a professional sport. The most he does, currently, is teach private boxing lessons and kids boxing lessons during the day. One of the biggest accomplishments, though, was his opening up Bellingstone's Escape with Oscar Stein. Unlike Poppy, Andre honestly didn't feel particularly inclined to go to a big school, even if he could have gotten an athletics scholarship or even academic since he's definitely not an unintelligent young man. But he did know that he wanted to own something away from his father. A bar and grille probably wasn't what Jethro was aiming for; in fact, it is far from the mark that it's still a surprise to some of the Bellingstone residents that it was Poppy who moved into her own place and not Andre. Nevertheless, it was his and even if his father couldn't agree, it's no secret that the place has been a success and considering the fact that Andre started making two incomes, it was something for his father to feel proud of. It's unfortunate, then, that he never got to truly verbalize it. The two had never been vocal about their affections for one another, even though it's not a secret how much Andre did admire and respect his father with his entire being, but the man's untimely death has made it impossible for either to truly repair their relationship. All it's done is make the weight of their father's legacy fall on Andre's shoulders and him even suspicious of every single person and thing in town.

MISCELLANEOUS
Though he'll insist that his sister can do it and he doesn't need to, Andre actually does enjoy cooking. Much like Poppy, it was the one thing he was able to share with his father, which is probably why it's more special for him to do so, especially for someone other than family.


So begins...

Andre Clarke's Story

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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Poppy Clarke's Condo
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Last night was the first night in two weeks that Poppy Clarke had stayed at her own place.

Poppy had been in the city when news of her father's death had reached her. Andre had driven over himself, waiting until he knew for a fact that she was off work and just leaving the museum to scoop her up and tell her. Poppy had been inconsolable then, she recalled with another sip of her tea, the astringency of the hot liquid peeking out over the sweetness and creaminess that came with her addition of cream and sugar. Andre had steeped the leaves for a little too long. He had never been very good at making tea, which was understandable given the fact that he wasn't the one who drank it at all.

Nevertheless, Poppy had been unable to stomach the idea of staying in this condo by herself, not with her aunt having flown in and deciding to stay at their family estate and the loss of her father cutting her so deep that she had felt too raw and ready to lash out at any and everyone. Though both of the Clarke children could always be looked to for their debonair attitudes as it came to the public, there was a notable difference, especially in the wake of this recent loss, between them that had little to do with their genders. Andre was the pillar of strength, as most had noted. He had been refined in this time, despite his own grief, and had thrown himself into handling all family affairs. His father's things still needed to be cleared out of the mayor's office, but Andre had handled the funeral arrangements and any other pressing matters. He accepted food offerings and condolences with a polite smile, and remained collected though notably affected. No one could say that his mannerisms had left them unable to see that his father's death had very much shaken the young man. It was that very sophisticated air about him that reminded so many of the townsfolk of their once beloved mayor. It reminded them of how much he stressed the point of appearance to his kids. Poppy, on the other hand, had always been given a freer upbringing and with that came the very fact that she was far more emotional, a volcano waiting to erupt. Poppy had class, yes, but less tact.

Poppy had bristled at recollections of past bonds with her father when shared, disallowing other relationships he had formed to lessen her own grief or keep her from side-eyeing anyone who had truly believed the cause of death the coroner wrote down. She gave one hell of an impressive growl at the thirteenth offer of help if she were to ever need it, unable to accept that everyone saw her as some needy little brat who needed to be coddled. What she had needed was the truth. Her father didn't just up and die out of nowhere. They had literally spoken a few hours before his death, laughing over his buying a painting of her colleagues that in all honesty, neither of them could truly understand the story of, despite the artist's lengthy description. Poppy knew, to some degree, that her grief made her a touch petulant, too quick to rise. She even apologized the day after the wake for fear of offending everyone. But it did not make her ire about her father go away, nor did her suspicions regarding his passing leave her mind. She just learned to keep a glass of wine on her person at all times when she had guests nearby and prayed like hell that she didn't fall on her ass in the middle of their hardwood floors with half of their town in various areas of their estate.

"I didn't make this for nothing," Andre called from inside and Poppy glanced over her shoulder to glower at him, elbows holding up her petite frame with the support of her stone railing. Andre had followed her back to her apartment last night simply to keep her company for a bit, but as always, his "bit" included staying the night most of the time and forcing her to eat the next day. To some extent, it was heart-warming. Her brother cooked for her when he would not do the same for any other. At the moment, especially after her run on her favorite path in the woods, it was more grating. "Not hungry." She spoke the words after another sip of her tea, allowing the liquid paradise to slide down her throat and warm her from the inside out. Her gaze lingered on the traipsing denizens before she officially turned and headed back inside, closing the door to her balcony and locking it as she went. Andre, nonplussed by her pensive nature, set a plate down on the stark-white counter, the Caribbean spices wafting up to her nostrils enticingly. Her stomach refused to agree with her mouth then. "Good thing it's not up to you, but your stomach. Now eat." His tone brooked no room for argument and Poppy bristled, shooting him the third glare of the morning but promptly sat down on one of her chairs, plucking one of the chocolate-filled croissants she had bought in a platter from the shop downstairs.

Andre had been somehow slipped back into the normalcy of life after their father's death. There was a cooler edge, yes. He was still tense, but he had somehow been able to maintain easy camaraderie with everyone he came across. Inside, though, especially from what Poppy could see, he was guarded. And more attentive, which for her, was both a good and bad thing. It meant a more protective brother than the already over-protective one she had grown up with. Lucky me, she thought sarcastically, using her fork to break into the yolk of her fried egg. She watched yellow rivulets as they cascaded down the small mound of oxtail hash, shocks of orange from the sweet potatoes peeking out in the brown broth. "Did you know Albrecht Wolff was back in town and running for mayor?" Andre gathered both a mug of coffee for himself - Poppy may roll her eyes at her brother's insistence upon staying with her occasionally, but it didn't mean that she didn't look out for him to some degree during his stay - and his own plate before rounding the corner to come sit beside her at the counter top, pausing only to inquire, "And where'd you hear that, sis?" Poppy stopped short of lifting the forkful to her mouth, eyeing him. "So, you're not even gonna deny that you knew, all this time." It wasn't a question. Andre only gave her a long look before beginning to dig into his food. Poppy narrowed her hazel eyes at him, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face since it refused to be tied up in the messy bun she had thrown her hair into before her run. "I heard it from Mrs. Wilcox on the way back in. She was gossiping with her niece, as usual, downstairs while they were waiting for their coffee. Don't think she even realized I was behind her 'til she paid for her stuff." Andre snorted, using his coffee to wash down the remnants of food in his mouth. "Oh, she knew you were there. The old hoot probably wanted to see how you'd react," he told her with certainty, mixing his food up to incorporate more of the egg into every bite. "And I knew he was back. I didn't know he was running for mayor." When something hit the rumor mill in this town, nine times out of ten, there was some truth to it. Andre had yet to see Albrecht Wolff, but he definitely did believe the little old ladies who ran the farmer's market when they said that he was definitely back in town. It was too specific of a rumor for them to have just made up.

Poppy waited until she finished chewing before speaking again. "And you don't think that's suspicious as hell?" When Andre gave her neither a considering look nor spoke a word for a minute, Poppy followed up, incredulous, "Dre, c'mon. The guy stole away like a thief of the night with neither hide nor hair of him. Now he decides he wants to come back and run for mayor of all things? His parents were devastated and Axel - " Poppy had to break off then, forbidden concerns for the diner owner arising. It didn't help that Andre's eyes seemed to darken upon the notable stain of softness in her voice when Poppy had just been about to mention him. It never was a good idea to mention her past with the man in her brother's appearance. It always brooked a headache. "They aren't your concern, Pops," he stated flatly and Poppy set her fork down, taking her mug into her hands to warm them in lieu of the frostiness in her brother's tone. "If there's one thing Dad being mayor taught us is that above all things, we need to worry about ourselves first. Whatever happens with that mayoral office has nothing to do with us now. What we worry about is ours, and that includes any and all suspicions about what happened to Dad. Do I think it's suspicious? Hell yeah. But what you're not gonna do is concern yourself with Wolff right now. Either of them." Poppy watched him return to eating, the uneasiness in her stomach disallowing her to pick up her fork just yet. "Then what am I supposed to do, Dre? 'Cause I know that you don't just expect me to sit back and just let things happen." Andre took a strong swallow of coffee before answering her. "That's exactly what I expect for you to do. That ain't got nothing to do with you - with either of us. Let it go, Pops." Distantly, however, they both knew that that was not going to happen.

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"Nother round of mango margaritas for table five, Jun!"

"On it!" Junsoo's dark brown locks swung over his eyes, his feet moving him from side to side behind the marbled counter top of Bellingstone's most populated bar. Despite it still being early on a Saturday, probably much too early to chug down four margaritas, it was busy. The polished wine glasses that hung over his head chimed a soft melody each and every time the door to the restaurant opened, letting in the soft breeze. Customers left just as quickly as they came, including many of the regulars that passed by just to say their hellos.

With his full attention on task, his slender fingers wrapped around a small knife, dicing the mangoes to perfection and tossing them into the blender. He measured the tequila, orange liquor and lime juice with exact precision before mixing it all together with some added sugar and ice. It had been the first morning in a long while without the presence of the regular bar customers passing by to flirt with the petite bartender. And as much as Junsoo didn't mind the flirtatious compliments often thrown his way, it felt refreshing to only have orders to worry about, rather than needing to brainstorm on the most polite ways to turn down a date offer.

He was the only one at the bar this morning, at least for the time being. Andre never failed to come by and give him a hand, but given everything that had been going on around him and his sister lately, Junsoo was more than happy to take on the full load. His eyes shifted to his cell phone, resting right beside the tequila bottles just underneath the counter. Though his hand originally reached to put the tequila bottle back in place, it moved a bit further to the right as if having a mind of it's own, picking up the small device. And yes, he knew better than to be messing on his phone during a busy morning such as this, but he also knew Dre enough to know that the guy hadn't taken a day to himself in much too long and way overdue. Nor would he, unless someone forced him to. Granted, that most likely would not be Junsoo, but he could sure as hell try.

To: Dre
MSG: How's my favorite boss doin' today? Why don't you take the day off? I can hold down the fort on my own and you could use some R&R. ^^

The send button was pressed and Junsoo watched as his phone navigated back to it's home screen before going completely black and being placed back on the wooden shelf. It had become a habit lately for Jun to check up on the Clarke's about as often as he checked up on the pack members. Sure, he was more than aware that they didn't need him to do so, but he of all people knew what it felt like to loose your family members in the blink of an eye. Maybe all Jun could do was to offer a small amount of comfort, but even that would be more than enough for the small wolf.

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Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Andre Clarke Character Portrait: Ellis Bleddyn
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Location: Poppy Clarke's Condo
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Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



Contrary to her earlier antics, Poppy cleaned her plate, finishing quicker than her brother even. It was probably more a testament to how pensive (and secretly tired) the older Clarke sibling was. With only really giving himself two days to focus on the family in their time of grief, Andre had also managed to do shifts at the bar, keep up to date with those finances and stocks, and planned the funeral - completing all of which as if they were nothing when in reality, Andre was more than likely going to wind up running himself ragged. It was always his desire to keep up appearances that did him in, Poppy mused as she slipped off of her seat and into the kitchen, putting her dishes in the lukewarm sudsy water along with the rest of the unwashed dishes he had used to cook the dish. Knowing her brother, he had already placed whatever leftovers there were of the hash and put them in some container for dinner.

"Maybe you should just take the day off," Poppy called from the kitchen, idly pushing up her sleeves and getting to work on the dishes. If she didn't start now and get it finished, she never would. It was the worst part about cooking. Her voice startled Andre out of his reverie, though she didn't see it his blink of surprise. He hadn't even realized he had paused; the food he thought to have been on his folk had plopped back onto the plate, a small clump beside the corner of hash he had left. Shaking his head, Andre chugged nearly all of what was left of his coffee, set the mug down and replied after a strong swallow, "Nah, I'm good. Probably just do a few hours, then I'll go finish up packing his stuff at town hall." Poppy didn't bother stopping herself from making a face, but she didn't turn around to grace his words with it. "Or...I could do it." Andre looked up at that, taking a large mouthful of food to expedite the process. His appetite had slowly begun to dwindle after his sister's earlier suspicions had been said, and though he asked her to let it be, Andre couldn't get the odd feeling in his gut to go away. He kept picturing his father's dead body in the morgue, pale and lifeless, all of the blood drained. Andre had always been prepared for the day his father died; never wanted it, but knew he had to school his features and his heart to keep it pushing. But still, there had been something disconcerting about it all at the time; the actual timing of the death, the coroner's report, the whispers of certain people's returns, etc. However, before he could dignify his sister's offer with the response he already had ready in the negative, his phone vibrated and Andre pulled it out, smirking lightly upon seeing who it was from.

To: June
Yeah, not happening, thanx tho ;D c u in a bit

"Who's that? Auntie CC again?" Poppy inquired, placing the large wok into the drying rack before turning around, tea towel in hand. "June with, apparently, the same mindset as you," he answered once his text to the bartender was served. A small smile flitted across Poppy's face at the thought of the sweet nice guy who made the best mimosas in Bellingstone. As much as her colleagues liked the sniff their noses at the idea of coming over to some small town that was slightly bigger than your run-of-the-mill small town, Poppy would go to war over proving how good those mimosas were. "Which means we're both geniuses and you need to listen to us." Poppy threw the tea towel down and took two big steps to the counter her brother was still seated at, standing on the side opposite to the male. He was at her height at the moment, which made her placing her hands flat on the white surface as she stared him down. "Listen, if you wanna go to work, I won't stop you. I hope June cusses you out for not letting yourself be human for once and take a chill day, but whatever. Let me worry about Dad's office today. I'll have everything cleared out in no time." Andre stared, expressionless, for a beat and Poppy thought they were going to wind up having to argue since Andre was more of a control freak than she was. A second later, however, and her brother sighed, weary, and broke eye contact. "If you think you've got it." Poppy had to stop herself from snorting.

"They're boxes, Dre. I'll be fine," she told him, already heading out of the kitchen. "Don't forget to put your dishes in the sink before you leave." She didn't bother looking back. Soon, she was stalking down the hallway in long strides, eager to do absolutely anything other than nothing. She'd been doing that for long enough, regardless of what her boss or brother had to say. As Poppy went to find shoes for the day, she scooped up her phone from her nightstand, reaching out to the first friend she felt like dealing with since her father's passing. She had eventually learned to accept everyone's condolences, but at the time, Poppy just hadn't wanted to be bothered. She considered the others, but Ellis was a safe and nice option. He didn't have as many memories as the others.

To: Ellis
Hey you! <3 Wanna link up later? Got some stuff to clean up first tho

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dialogue: #32127A


Not too strong, but strong enough. That had always been Junsoo’s philosophy while making drinks. The same philosophy that had made him and his mimosas known throughout the town. The small bartender sets out another set of them for the waitress to pick up before turning his attention to the rest of the customers coming in and out of the bar. There has been a strange feeling lingering around lately, more specifically today, and even more specifically within the supernatural community. It’s more than just purely wolf instinct, though that may have been enough. However, the hidden world within Bellingstone is riled up right along with the death of the mayor, and Junsoo can only think of one specific reason as to why that would be.

His dark eyes dash from a duo of biters sitting in the corner of the restaurant to his phone screen the moment the device chimes with the notification of a message, immediately followed by another. Having been too concentrated on the vampires, his heart had done a minor back flip at the noise, now pumping his blood at twice the speed. It’s been years since his family has been killed, and yet the bloodsuckers still manage to make his skin crawl and his chest tighten. Yes, tt’s cowardly of him, as the Beta, but it’s also unfortunately something he can’t control. At least not yet. He let’s a slow exhale leave him before tending to the received messages, responding to Roman first with a soft smile. But it quickly vanishes the second Andre’s response comes into view.

To: Ro 
MSG: it’s about time! Yeah, I’m here. Hurry your ass over here so I can welcome you back properly ^^

He decides to not respond to Andre, but just push him right back out the door instead the moment he walks in. Andre can be very hard-headed, that much is clear to Junsoo but two can play at that game and his boss needs to learn to look out for himself and his own well-being from time to time. Jun is almost tempted to hit him with the “don’t you trust me?” line, even if he already knows the answer. It’s not a question of trust, it’s a matter of Dre needing to realize he can’t do everything on his own. He’s certain Poppy has tried to get that through his head more than once, but there’s strength in numbers and Andre can’t fight two against one for very long.

So Jun sets the phone aside for a moment, waiting for either Roman or Andre to step through the door for their personalized greeting, but almost immediately picks it up again to send one more message. One he should have sent long ago.

To: Syd ♡
MSG: Hey…are you okay?

Surely she would have heard the news by now, and knowing her, she isn’t taking it very lightly. It was already a jam-packed day for the small wolf, but if one of his best friends and pack members needed him, he would just have to make some time. The phone is set down again, this time for good, as a familiar voice calls for his attention. Almond eyes lift in it’s direction and a shy smile quickly makes its home on his face. There’s a familiar face to match the voice, of one of the bar’s most loyal customers who “came for the drinks, stayed doe the bartender” as the man had once said himself. The man flashed Junsoo his usual charm as he made himself comfortable at the bar stool, while Jun silently hoped someone would show as a much needed interuption.