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Roman Scarrott

The Genie

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a character in “Storybook: A Grimm World”, as played by mjolnir

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xxxR O M A N x S C A R R O T T
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx t h e x g e n i e x





"You ain't never had a friend like me!"
- the genie




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n i c k n a m e s x // x rome , genie

a g e x // xthirty eight

g e n d e r x // xmale

s e x u a l i t y x // xpansexual x|x
he is a spiritual and immortal being, life and love goes beyond the bounds of a human form. he loves someone's soul, the shell it's in makes no difference.

f a i r y t a l e x // xaladdin, the genie

r o l e x // xhero






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x6' 4"

w e i g h t x // x210 lbs

h a i r x // xRoman has longe brunette hair, that is wavy like he just walked off the beach. The ends have a soft ombre from natural sun bleaching due to all the time he spends outside. He often leaves it down and free, or occasionally ties it back in a man bun to keep it out of his face.

e y e s x // xHis eyes are a dark chocolate brown, bordering on black. And while they are dark they don't come off harsh or intimidating, but warm and almost sad. Unlike his body, his eyes show his age. Thousands of years of servitude shown through a wise, old gaze with a hidden longing.

o d d i t i e s x // xRoman has the average amount of scars on his body as any man would, his most predominant being the one that goes across his left eyebrow. Other than that, he has several tattoos along with a piercing in his right ear that he often adorns with a golden hoop. He also has two golden bracelets, one on either wrist which came with him from the Enchanted Realm, a symbol of his servitude.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xRome does not look like your average walk of life throughout Essex. He looks like the drifter he is, often dressed like a hippie or gypsy that used to play in some 80s hair band. His wardrobe is a mix of pieces he gathered here and there, but nothing of exceptional taste or value. He owns, almost exclusively, boots and jeans. And you can often find him by looking for the really tall guy in a hat with a scarf. His style has often been compared to Lenny Kravitz or other musicians of a similar persuasion. Roman dresses how he wants to dress, and couldn't be bothered by other people's opinions.






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I N G E N I U M
xxxxxxxxxxxxx a b i l i t y xx \ ə - ˈ b i - l ə - t ē \ x


i n f i n i t e x c o s m i c x p o w e r x // x The power of the Genie is infinite. There are only three things that he cannot do, which is kill someone, bring the dead back to life, or make people fall in love. Anything and everything else is within his power, as long as his master wishes it.


F O R T I T U D O
xxxxxxxxxxxxx s t r e n g t h xx \ ˈ s t r e ŋ ( k ) t h \ x


m u s i c i a n x // x Roman grew up in a house of music and it is his favorite form of art. Not only does he sing on occasion, but he also plays the guitar and piano. He keeps an old, refurbished 6 string in his van with him while he travels.

m u l t i l i n g u a l x // x He knows English along with Spanish and Arabic. But the Genie can comprehend and speak any language. He can converse with any person at any given time. It is like an innate power that allows him to learn a new language the moment he hears or sees it.

i m m o r t a l x // x While there are definitely ways to kill the Genie, there are none that are known of and if there was it'd be exceedingly difficult. His immortality is relative, at least until someone takes the time to learn how to be rid of him.



I N F I R M I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxxx w e a k n e s s xx \ ˈ w ē k - n ə s \ x


t h e x l a m p x // x The vessel that controls him. Whomever has the lamp controls the Genie. Unlike old wives tales, the master of the lamp has limitless wishes. And on more than one occasion in the Genie's past people fought over the lap, taking it back and forth using an obscene amount of wishes. He is forever tethered to it until someone wishes him free.

h i s x m a s t e r x // x Similar to the lamp, they control the Genie's future. They have the power and will to make him do anything, and it is only them that has the power to wish him free. Although none are ever that selfless.

u n t r u s t i n g x // x Thousands of years as a slave to selfish masters, or even a decade of being a gypsy nomad has showed him the shitty side of humanity. He has grown to not trust people. They're always greedy, narcissistic and selfish.



M E T U M
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e n s l a v e m e n t x // x The Genie has been a slave his entire existence and he fears that he'll go on existing this way for all of eternity being passed from greedy palm to another.

h i s x m a s t e r x // x They have every power over the Genie, capable of making him do whatever they want whenever they want. And while they might not be able to kill, raise the dead or force love, this hasn't stopped them from finding loop holes to inflict murder on massive scales or force innocent women into their clutches. Their desires are base and vile.

b e i n g x f o r g o t t e n x // x The Genie is a legend, often seen as an object rather than an autonomous being. Countless times his lamp has been lost and forgotten for centuries, or worse, his master gave false promises of freedoms only to ask for another wish. He fears his life will fall to the shadows of greedier men and he'll never see an end to the torment.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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Roman has always come off very bubbly, carefree and inviting to anyone who crosses his path. To him, life is short and you must grab it by the balls and make the most of it. He has never met a stranger. He is the type of person who can walk into a room of people he's never met and make friends without little effort. He has a natural magnetism that attracts people to him. He might look intimidating but his laugh is jovial and he acts like everyone's goofy Uncle. It's been said his presence can liven a party while his absence can ruin it. He just tries to live his best life, never taking anything too seriously or letting other people get him down.

For someone who comes off so welcoming, it's hard for them to know that this is just how Roman presents himself. He shows the world the person he wants to be and sometimes even fools himself. While one might think he is an optimistic person who sees the potential in life and every situation, he is actually quite pragmatic. There are no rose tinted glasses or hopeless day dreaming. He sees everything face value and takes it how it is. His mind relies on probability when imagining how situations will turn out. He's a very practical man, which can often frustrate others when his charisma happens to paint him in a more cheerful light.

The Genie sleeping within tends to lean on the more cynical side of the spectrum. Through his eyes humans are only driven by their base, greedy desires. He's learned not to hope for goodness in other's hearts because more times than he can count he's been let down. He struggles to see the goodness in others. Even the most noble of men fell to their greed and lust for power once their hands fell upon the lamp. They're all the same. He is more likely to trust a lion than another person. Animal nature is predictable, while human nature is far from it. The only thing he can depend on is their selfishness and greed.

Thousands of years of service for the Genie, and even a life on the road for Roman has lead him to be untrusting. He's seen the darkness in other's hearts and he knows what they're capable of. The few times he's opened himself up to trust another, it's always turned around to stab him in the back. Years and years of putting hope and trust in the wrong people has turned him sour. Now gaining his trust is a feat in and of itself. He keeps his thoughts and emotions close to the heart, afraid to let anyone in. Anything can be used as a weakness against him, so rather he shows himself to be strong, without a care in the world, and most over look him.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


THE ENCHANTED REALM

The Genie has been around for as long as time. He has been passed from master to master, a servant of the lamp for his entire existence. He doesn't remember how he came into being. And as the years tick on, more and more of his masters blend together to form the same grotesque figure. Some of his masters were dumb with base desires and some were dark, cruel and twisted. They were smarter than anyone gave them credit for. They found loopholes in the wishes, and no matter how much Genie tried to rework them, they were always a step ahead.

Eventually, the lamp made its way into Aladdin's hands. And while the fairytales paint him in a good light, it was nothing like that. He was a warmonger with no desire to ever free him from the lamp. The Genie was a weapon and a tool. He was far too valuable to let him go free. And with Aladdin came Jasmine. A sweet, but naive girl. Time and time again the girl feel for stupid tricks of traveling merchants, a holy woman and whatever else. Her naive stupidity often frustrated the Genie because it got himself and Aladdin mixed up in all of it. And while he had no loyalty to Aladdin, the lamp gave him not other choice but to be.

One of the times Aladdin was away, Jafar managed to get his hands on the lamp. The man had dark and sinister desires with the help of the Genie's magic. Nothing was too far fetched, until Jafar began to convene with others from around the Enchanted Realm. All of them 'done wrong' in one way or another, but desired their happy endings. They were tired of being cast in shadows.... And they had a Genie's lamp. So after much planning Jafar made the wish, sending them to a new realm. It was intended to kill the others in the realm, but somehow Genie managed to find just enough of a hole that allowed those with a strong enough will to persevere. Then, once in this new realm, there was one final wish... For all of their memories to be wiped and for the Genie to have no recollection of creating the curse.

THE REAL WORLD

Roman was orphaned at a very young age and never knew anything about his parents. Some said they died. Others said they just didn't want him. To him it made no difference. He spent his life growing up in an orphanage outside Chicago. It wasn't a terrible life, nor was it a great life. He never had many friends and often heard the others whisper about how strange he was. It bothered him for a bit, but soon enough he learned how to count on only himself. He found comfort by himself, even hiding whenever prospective parents came. He felt safer with himself rather than being thrust into a new life with people he didn't know.

While kids older and younger than him got adopted, Roman remained until he aged out of the system. As many orphans do, when cast out, he resorted to crime for a short while until he got a minimum wage paying job at some local antique shop. He worked there just long enough to save up enough money to buy himself a van and a dog, then he hit the road. Since then Rome has been traveling all over the country, sometimes even into Mexico and Canada, experiencing all that he could. Whenever he was low on cash, he'd stop in a town to take some odds and ends jobs until his pockets were lined and he was on the road again.

His most recent stop was in Essex. Roman was low on cash with only a couple hundred bucks left in his wallet. And while he planned on passing through on his way to Manhattan, something about the town resonated with him. He just couldn't drive thru without stopping. So, he parked his van in a local lot and decided he'd spend a week or two in the quaint town.





h e x c o d e x // x #5890c9 x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x jason momoa x // x c r e a t o r x // x mjolnir x // x c s x // x mjolnir

So begins...

Roman Scarrott's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elena Lux Character Portrait: Roman Scarrott Character Portrait: John Waldmann Character Portrait: Paisley Lawrence Character Portrait: Grayson Hughes Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt
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~ Once Upon A Time ~
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It would seem, that in the Realm of Enchantment, there are heroes and there are villains. At least, that's what we were all told anyway. The truth is this - we don't know their real stories. We don't know why the villains became the bad characters we know and the heroes the pinnacle of goodness. The Realm of Enchantment is not truly painted in black and white in the way that the books and movies would tell us. In this world, one would be surprised to find out that not all things are as we were told...

The Enchanted Realm is in chaos. Villains are sick of the world they live in where the "heroes" are free to live their lives and all others are condemned. They want their freedom, too. They have been wronged and their pasts have been twisted beyond belief. They do have a purpose in life. They have a will to live. The desire, most of all, their very own happy ending. However, with the heroes standing in their way at every turn, they have come to only one conclusion - the good guys would have to die.

Jafar was one of these villains. He had the most powerful weapon in all of the Enchanted Realm at his greedy fingertips; the omnipotent Genie. With the help of so many other misunderstood characters wallowing on their seeming unhappy-ever-afters, a plan to bring death to all of the Realm's "heroes" was conceived. As others across the Realm heard news of this dark plan, they began to try to figure out how to stop it.

However, they could not stop Jafar. In their finals moments, the heroes that knew death was coming clung to the most powerful white magic in all the Realm - hope. It was this hope that, when Jafar's magic swept across the Realm, kept their physical bodies alive and thrust them through a rift between Enchantment and the real world. The rift created a town out of nothing called Storybook, Connecticut - known to the real world as Essex. The people that enter can't ever seem to leave, and it doesn't exist on any map.

Jafar was not happy that his plan did not work exactly, but upon discovering that they were in a new place, he had the Genie erase everyone's memories and give them new lives in this new world. He kept certain villains with their memories intact. He currently runs the Councillor's office under Mayor Catherine Wyland. Those in charge are in complete control of everyone, yet everyone else thinks they are living a perfectly normal life.

This is their happily-ever-after, and they intend to keep it that way - no matter what.

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~ Memories ~
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An only lady came tumbling out of a well in the woods, falling flat on her face! She got up, wiped away the dirt, and pat down her fluffy blue dress. "My, my, my, what a trip! What a trip." She took a quick look around her surroundings. It's the middle of the night and most of the town of Essex is asleep or in their homes. She walked down a beaten path until a road was found, at which point she could see the sleepy streets and dark buildings.

"Where am I?" she asked, adjusting the glasses to sit better across her nose. Her eyes scrunched and she dipped a hand into her dress and produced a wand. "Let's see what we can do about this mess. It's quite the mess!" The old lady already knew what had happened to the Enchanted characters, but she didn't know how to fix the problem. She had magic, but she didn't have enough of it to awaken the whole town. Instead, she decided that she could do something else... She did not come here without a plan, after all.

She bippity-boppity-booped herself from one building and home to the next; acquiring items and placing them in a seemingly endless magic bag. Underneath everyone's doors, except for the villains that were well-aware of Essex and its true nature, were given invitations to a formal silent auction event at the city hall. For those vile beings that still retained their memories, she had something else - magic that would put them to sleep for twenty-four hours. That would be enough time to allow everyone else to enjoy the event and get back what belonged to them - their memories.

The Enchanted Realm was falling apart due to key characters having been ripped away and thrown into this prison. It is time for them to come home, but they'd have to remember who they are, first.

As quietly as the Fairy Godmother came, she seemed to disappear. But not back into the Enchanted Realm, rather as the out-of-town host to the black-tie event.

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And that is where the citizens of Storybook are tonight on a warm summer evening around 6 pm at city hall. Upon entering they are greeted by a humble doorman, and the normally bland interior is alight with grandeur, enchantment and alive with gentle classical music.

Mrs. Picket is there to greet them with a smile on her face, directing everyone toward the grand hall that had been refurbished into a room fit for dance, entertainment, and food.

Hugging one of the walls are long tables that have items to be silently auctioned off. Little to the knowledge of the Enchanted characters, they are items that belonged to them in their fairytale origins. They feel compelled to bid on their trinkets, no matter how absurd they were or how little money they had. Every so often, a little magic would make sure that no one was outbid by either erasing higher bids or placing an extra zero or two by certain names.

Mrs. Picket operated under the notion that all money would be donated to charity, but there'd be no money at all. Mrs. Picket was putting all of her faith, the lives of those still in the Enchanted Realm, in the hands of these few. This was the only way to begin breaking the spell Jafar cast upon the town.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roman Scarrott Character Portrait: Grayson Hughes Character Portrait: Liesl Voigt Character Portrait: Adrien Duval Character Portrait: Lorelei Voigt Character Portrait: Mahin Hassud
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Liesl was fully aware of Adrien's hand on her waist as he guided her through the door. She didn't know what gave her more satisfaction the fact that someone as gorgeous as him looked her way or that he snubbed her sister. Probably the later. She'd soak up the moment however long it lasted. Being seen with Adrien was a boost to anyone's status. He was one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in town. She'd give him all the attention he wanted.

Shortly after stepping into the foyer, a small white haired woman stepped before them holding out cards with numbers on them. Before Mrs. Picket could talk, Liesl took the paper, gave the woman a curt smile and continued into the great hall. She didn't look behind her to see if Adrien followed, but his gaze was on her. That she could feel.

Her eyes scanned the gathering, which felt to be lacking a fair number of people. Liesl was never one to be particularly punctual, but what she thought was fashionably late seemed to be right on time. What a pity. As she looked around her gaze fell on Lorelei, who stood at the bar looking like a disco ball doily. That dress was something, to say the least. She smirked to herself as she changed her path to beeline straight for her sister.

Just as she had nearly reached the bar, Lorelei caught sight of her and left, heading for the auction display. Liesl scoffed, more to herself. Typical Lorelei. Since she was already at the bar, Liesl ordered a martini with extra olives and lingered for a moment to take a couple sips. With drink in hand, she started to follow after her sister.

She found Lorelei standing at the table of objects, staring at what looked like a perfectly preserved rose held in one of those jars you'd see in some voodoo hut with a bird skull inside. It was an odd item that didn't look particularly worth anything. Usually at these types of functions it was jewels, pieces of art and such. But a quick glance around the room showed the collection of objects to be out of the ordinary, to say the least. What did she expect from some small forgettable town like Essex. Class didn't really exist there.

"What would you even do with that?" Liesl asked before taking a sip of her drink.

Lorelei jumped slightly, not realizing she had popped up behind her. "What do you want, Liesl?" she asked, annoyed, as she moved down the line to the next object, hoping Liesl wouldn't follow. Wrong.

"I actually had a question." Liesl followed her sister, a few steps behind. Her gaze fell to a pair of manky old ballet slippers. Her face twisted in disgust. "...Gross."

"Is there no one else you can bother?" Lorelei didn't bother looking up or stopping to listen to whatever her sister had to say.

"Is that any way to talk to your sister?" Liesl mused in a mocking tone.

Lorelei scoffed and rolled her eyes. She could always count on Liesl to try and lay on the guilt trips. And while it might have worked when they were younger, she was older and wiser now. At this point, she might have been the only person immune to her manipulative nature. She knew her sister didn't care about anyone but herself, and that included what others thought about her. She wasn't there to please others. The only pleasure she sought was her own and she didn't care how she had to accomplish it.

"Is Adrien single? I figured with you being his indentured servant and all that, you probably know him better than most people do." Liesl raised her glass to her lips and paused just before taking a drink. "Maybe I should have taken that job," she whispered.

"You're welcome to have it," Lorelei replied coldly. Her feet slowed to a halt when her gaze fell upon a white feather. It wasn't something that would normally catch her attention, but she couldn't pull her eyes from the swan feather quill.

"Well... Is he?" Liesl didn't back down and continued to follow after her sister, silently judging all the items up for auction as they went.

"What does it matter? It hasn't stopped you before," Lorelei responded in a matter of fact manner as she glanced over her shoulder slightly to look towards Liesl. She sighed, realizing that she wouldn't leave her be until she got an answer. "Mr. Duval doesn't have girlfriends. He has flings."

Liesl smirked as she took the toothpick from her drink and ate one of the olives. "He could fling me."

"Jesus christ."

"Oh, lighten up." Liesl groaned as she passed off her empty glass to a passing waiter. "Maybe you're the one who needs a good... fling." Her sister was so damn uptight that you could shove a piece of coal up her ass and get a diamond. If she was a decent sister, maybe she'd persuaded Lorelei to go fuck the dreamy Adrien. But she wasn't. She was selfish and once she set her gaze on something, it was hers. And it gave Liesl an extra level of satisfaction knowing he dropped her sister like a bag of rocks when she showed up.

"Are we done here?" Lorelei snapped.

Liesl clicked her tongue in her mouth. "Suit yourself. More for me," she said as her gaze fell to the quill as her sister gently stroked the feather. Her brows furrowed as she snatched it from Lorelei and studied it. Nothing about it seemed particularly attention grabbing. Who used quills anyway? "The only action you get is from your books." She rolled her eyes and dropped it back onto the table, bending the feather slightly in her carelessness.

Without another word, Liesl left her sister huffing over the damaged feather and made her way around the room. Nothing looked particularly nice or worth any of her money. At least, that's what she thought until she reached the far end of one table where a antique black necklace rested on a simple black velvet mannequin. Normally, something like that wouldn't be her style. It was a bit gaudy and a little too vintage for her liking. But no matter how much she tried to move on and look at other items, she kept getting drawn back to the pendant. She sighed and finally decided to at least put a small bid on it. She'd keep coming back to it if she didn't. And who knows, maybe she could get it for cheap enough that she'd be able to pawn it for double the price.

Just as she went to grab a pen, Adrien appeared beside her with a sly smile, holding out a card with his number on it. "A necklace that beautiful belongs on your neck and your neck alone." He took up the pen and held it out to her as he leaned on the table slightly. As Liesl took the offered writing utensil, she looked down at the card and saw the price amount was blank. His gaze was almost testing her to see how much she'd put down. How much was she worth in the eyes of Adrien Duval?

Without batting an eye, she scribbled down $50,000 and tossed the card into the box beside the necklace. Adrien's smirk only grew as he pushed off the table. He began to walk passed her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I would have paid triple." His hand lightly brushed along her lower back, just above her bottom as he parted ways and headed for the bar.




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Roman hadn't been in town for very long, a week or two at most. He was only passing through, but something about Essex called to him. His road trips rarely had any destinations, so it was any other stop to him. He could refuel, maybe do some light work for a quick buck or two, and then he'd be on the road in no time. Normally he only stayed in a town for a couple of days at most, but something kept him there, while he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Essex was nothing special. He had seen dozens like it, yet he still lingered.

Then, almost like divine intervention, the morning he was planning on leaving, he exited his van to take his dog Nan on a walk and found an invitation sitting perfectly on his bumper. It was strange, no doubt. Why would some drifter who's barely been in town warrant an invitation to... Well, to anything? Did anyone there even know his name?

He contemplated the charity auction on his whole walk. Roman didn't have much to offer when it came to charity. He lived out of a van for christ's sake. But he couldn't bring himself to throw it out. And before he knew it, he was searching his small mobile home for an outfit that could pass as being acceptable. One thing was for sure, he didn't own anything even remotely close to black tie formal, nor did he have the money to blow on a suit.

When the night came, Roman did his best to dress nicely. He had a sports coat so that was... something. He left the TV on playing looney tunes for Nan. The old girl always enjoyed watching cartoons and it'd be enough to keep her busy for a couple hours while he went to the auction. He wasn't a horrible pet owner. He always left shows running for her, food and water, blankets and even had the windows cracked with a couple small fans. It was a dog's paradise in there. The only thing people might hear when passing by would be her loud bear like snores.

It didn't take Roman long to walk to the city hall. As he got closer, he became more self-conscious seeing others enter in tuxedos and expensive evening gowns. Just before ascending the stairs, he stepped to the side and tied his hair back in the slickest man-bun he could manage. He adjusted his jacket with a deep breath before entering.

Once inside, he quickly began to feel like he didn't fit in. Roman stood out like sore thumb in his thrift store clothes. He was tall enough that no one could miss him. That included a petite white haired woman who made her way over to him. "Thank you for coming Mr. Scarrott," she said while offering him her right hand.

Roman couldn't recall ever meeting the woman before nor for there to be any reason for her to invite him to this event. But he tried to brush it off, thinking perhaps he simply forgot. His massive hand took hers gently and gave it a friendly shake. "Thank you for the invite, although I'll admit, I don't think I quite fit in."

Mrs Picket smiled sweetly. "You fit in more than you realize." Strange comment. Roman just smiled instead and offered a chuckle to hide some of his confusion. "Have you ever been to a silent auction?"

"No. But I've head enough about them."

The woman held out a card labeled #103. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Roman saluted slightly with the card before the woman wondered off to greet the next arrival. He stood around like an awkward giant in the middle of the room, messing with his card as he tried to figure out what to do. Eventually his feet carried him over to the auction items. It was a strange assortment of objects ranging from antique jewelry to other things that look like they could have been fished out of the trash. It was a little odd, but then again, he wasn't sure how rich people functioned. And while they might have looked like trash, maybe they were collectors items? Who knew.

Most things he saw no use for. Life in the back of a van didn't leave Roman much room for luxuries. It was tight living quarters, especially with a big dog. There were somethings he thought could be mildly useful like the leather satchel, but last time he checked he had no use for weapons or baubles. He had all but given up on seeing anything that really caught his attention when he stumbled upon the antique Arabian oil lamp. He liked the way it looked and it'd definitely matched the hippie aesthetic he unintentionally had going on with his gypsy lifestyle. But what kind of use could he have for a damn oil lamp?

That was a fire hazard waiting to happen. He could see Nan knocking it over with her tail and burning down whatever stuff Roman did own. Perhaps he could use it to hold incense. Not that he had any of that either. Yet, he still wanted it... for God knows why. With a sigh, he pulled out his wallet and counted what money he had. He put down his bid of $20, although he knew there was no way he'd win. He saw the cars some people arrived in and their fancy suits. They had money to spare. But at least he tried.

Feeling a bit defeated, Roman made his way over to the food menu. Rich people could afford the most ridiculous food. He hoped that whatever was in store sounded appetizing, then he'd at least get something out of the night. Standing there, he happened to notice a woman beside him. At first he thought nothing of it, but on second glance her face looked familiar. "Sorry to bother you, but you're that famous author, right?... Hassud?" His face scrunched slightly as hoped he pronounced her last name correctly. "Didn't think I'd run into someone famous here?"




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Grayson had far more important things on his plate than going to a charity auction. Sure it was for a good cause and he was always one to want to help out with charity. But there was so much to do at work that it was hard to justify leaving. Lately, the Sheriff had gotten lazier with his duties and the only thing he did do was sit his fat ass at his desk and eat donuts. All the while leaving a whole precincts worth of work to just Grayson. He'd get into work at 7 in the morning, and then wouldn't get back home until after midnight. He was exhausted.

A week or so before the auction, he ran into Mrs. Picket while on patrol and when he mentioned he wouldn't be able to attend, she seemed heart broken. She stood there and tried to convince him to go for the better part of half an hour. When he realized she wasn't going to give, he finally agreed.

So there he was, heading toward the stairs that lead up to City Hall. Grayson was late, of course. Even when he tried to be on time for something, he never could be. Something always came up and it was up to him to take care of it. But, honestly, he was happy to be late. Maybe then he could slip in unnoticed. Nothing in his closet even remotely said black tie formal. He had the suit he wore for his job interview years ago and that was about it. Hell, he was lucky it still fit him but he look like a damn FBI agent from a 90's movie. Ridiculous. So, any excuse to go unseen the better.

Upon entering the main hall, Mrs. Picket was right there, ready to happily greeted him. "Officer Hughes! I'm so glad you could make it."

"Of course," he said giving his best smile, trying not to overly adjust his suit. "I did promise, didn't I?"

The older woman held out a card with a unique number on it. "If you want to bid on anything just use this number. All the proceeds go to charity and we'll announce all the winners before the night is over."

"Thank you, Mrs. Picket." He flashed her a smile and tucked the card away in his breast pocket.

Grayson slid his hands into his pockets as he slowly walked around the large gathering. The bar looked enticing, but he didn't get a drink. Although he was technically off the clock, he was always working. He didn't like how alcohol made everything... cloudy. So, rather, he made a lap around the grand hall. So far he saw no one he was particularly close enough with to just join in on their conversation. He might have known nearly everyone there, but that didn't put them on friendly terms. To most there he was just the local cop. Part of him wondered how many of them actually knew his first name. Still, he smiled at every familiar face and nodded his head while he walked about.

He let his feet idly carry him about the room until he finally ended up near the auction tables. Grayson looked over every item. There were antiques, clothes, knick knacks, and everything in between. Mrs. Picket definitely made an effort to have a little bit of everything to try and accommodate everyone. Many of it looked like collectors items to some degree, nothing he knew much about. His pace slowed down near a medieval bow and quiver. It looked like it belonged in a museum, not at some small town's auction. Everything looked handmade, down to the arrows. He could even see where repairs were made on the quiver, and wear on the handle from use.

Without much thought, Grayson wrote down a bid of $200 and slipped the paper into the box. Honestly, he didn't know why he did it. What need did he have a bow anyway? It'd just sit collecting dust in his apartment. Maybe he could donate it to the local museum or something. He wasn't sure. But regardless, it was too late now and the bid was placed. He wasn't even sure if he had money like that to spend, but it was a gut feeling... He just had to try and get it.

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It had been a great day. Well, about as great as a day in Essex could get when your soul didn't quite belong and yearned for freedom. Paisley had taken an impromptu hike in the mountains, just to clear her mind. She never enjoyed the walls of her cabin much anyhow. This adventurous mind had craved something outside of being cooped up within four walls or even being out in the streets of a mundane town with people that did mundane things. Regardless, the air morphed from hot to crisp cool air when she ascended, and it felt nice. It felt like freedom - the kind she no longer had.

She had stood at a good peak and peered down at the town. She could have sworn that there wasn't this much desolation on her way in, but then again, that memory had long since faded. It wasn't important. Her life had gone from high speed to low drag, and she was no in the middle of nowhere with a sudden urge to do just that; go nowhere, yet there was this other half of her that wanted to go everywhere.

Why was this life so confusing?

By the time she had made it down the less beaten mountain trail, the sun had fallen, but Paisley was not afraid of the dark. With a sigh, she pushed open the door to her quaint cabin, placed her keys on a side table, and looked down at the invitation she had set them on. Paisley supposed that she could go to such a fancy event. It would be... fun, maybe? At the very least, she could kick off her heels and dance with Lorelei.

She slipped into a fancy pants suit to flatter her petite physique. The neck plunged deeply, but she didn't have quite as much breast for it all to be falling out. When she finished putting it together, adorned it with a pair of black open-toed heels, and made the proper adjustments as she looked into the mirror, she felt she appeared... elegant, classy - not trashy.

She picked up a small clutch on her way out of the door and pinned it beneath her arm.

As minutes ticked by, Paisley was soon on the streets of the normally quiet town. It was sort of more alive as townsfolk made their way to the City Hall, which was aglow in the center. As she stopped paying attention to her surroundings to delve into her daydream of what the event may be, she bumped into none other than Essex's favorite (or not depending on who you were) tax man, Dumaine.

"O-oh, I'm sorry, Dumaine," she apologized as she knelt down to pick her fallen clutch from the sidewalk.

Dumaine smirked and knelt down with her, "What kinna'man would ah be if ah got upset over being run inta by a beautiful woman like ya, Paisley?" A light chuckle followed that statement, and he picked her clutch up to hand her when they both rose.

She also chuckled a bit, but it was not cute by any means. Dumaine was... oddly disarming. Handsome, yes. His eyes were enchanting, especially when they creased at the corners uniquely as he offered one of those charming smiles. Yet, he was also like her - desiring something more than this life. If anyone could call this a life at all, so she gave him the benefit of the doubt. He can come off as a little blunt, but she didn't mind that. Maybe there was something about his character that bothered her for some reason, but for now, she tried to save her judgment. He's never done anything to her.

Dumaine walked by her side as it seemed they were headed for the same event, "Ah saw ya comin' in late. Out adventurin' again?"

Paisley clutched her purse lightly at the lap of her slacks and looked over at Dumaine with a gentle smile, "Yes. You know, it would do you some good to get some fresh air instead of being cooped up in that stuffy office." It was a light scolding, naturally, but she was always trying to get him to go outside. It was almost like he was allergic to the great outdoors.

She really didn't have anyone to go on hikes with.

"Naw, cherie, I prefer ta not be surrounded by all that...that..." He got stuck and she cut in.

"Nature?" She laughed at him a bit and shook her head, "I guess it's not for everyone. It would be nice to have someone that enjoyed the outdoors a little bit more. You know?" She sighed a dreamy sigh at that, and Dumaine nodded slowly.

"Feelin' trapped. Ah know, chere. Ah know," he replied softly as he opened the door to the city hall for her. He naturally let Paisley go in first before coming in right behind her.

They were both greeted by Mrs. Picket and given their numbers. Dumaine went his separate way, and that left Paisley to search the hall for someone that she knew. Preferably Lorelei. Of course, she had to travel by Adrien, who was the most disgusting man in town. As she walked by him, she gave one of her "bless your heart" quips, "You are looking positively odious today, Adrien." She gave him her best saccharine smile and fluttered away just as something sparked in the corner of her eyes.

It was a mirror, but it didn't look like anything spectacular. She picked it up and flipped out from front to back and took extra care to survey the fine details. The decore was strange; the head of a lion coupled with a delicate rose. A rose and a beast; how strange. It felt heavier than other handheld mirrors. She didn't need it, so she put it down. When she walked away, she found herself walking backward a few steps before turning around to place a small bid on it. Two hundred dollars would suffice, right? She doesn't know why she wants to put a price on it, but she wasn't going to give up everything she had.

Dumaine had placed a small bid on a cane. It matched his smooth violet suit, and he thought he'd look rather dashing with it. There was no other reason - at least, he didn't think so. He made for the food immediately, of course. He stood at the long tables covered in delicacies and picked at chocolate truffles like a delighted child.

Paisley might have gone over to Lorelei, but she seemed occupied with someone else. Just as she thought she might have just walked away for good, she decided to go over anyway. Paisley was a sweet woman and she befriended most people in town, even if no one wanted to get lost in the woods with her.

"Good evening! Don't you two look absolutely ravishing!" Paisley complimented both Lorelei and Liana.

As she spoke to the pair of gals, her eyes flit from one guest to the next. She snagged the gaze of Adrien for a quick second but swiftly looked away. He likely didn't notice as he was quite busy with Liesl anyhow. Then she caught Ricardo, whom she's rarely seen. He simply nodded at her and went back to doing whatever it was that he did during these things; lurk.

Then there was Roman, and he was so handsome. A bit burly and rough looking, which kind of made her wonder about a lot of things - good and bad. His attire suited what she thought his personality must be like; carefree and roaming. He spoke to Hassud, a woman that every other woman in the world can admire.

Grayson was here as well, which surprised her. He looked tired. Paisley has come to like having the local cop around, as he has gotten her out of a few messes when her adventuring became more like disasters. He was right, she didn't know his first name, but he was so busy that there wasn't time to be more well-acquainted. She was a bother, too, getting into little messes just because being home was too... suffocating. She waved at him the moment he looked around and caught her staring.

John Waldmann. Every once in a while, when his usual babysitters were busy, she'd get the pleasure of watching his children. She has an ungodly amount of patience for little ones. His late wife was a fine connoisseur of her steamy mystery novels, and he was one of the first people to strike up easy conversation with her. They grab a cup of coffee from time to time, and you know what - he's the town's Hot Dad for good reason. She jumped up and down, as she's quite small and easily lost in the growing crowd, to wave at him like a goofy googly-eyed girl. So, maybe he has also grown on her as much as his kids have. It happens.

After her not-so-subtle display of excitement at seeing certain faces, she was content to melt back into the conversation at hand. Whatever that was. There were so many people coming together here all for one night, and that was rare in this sleepy town.

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Mahin's svelte digits roamed the food menu word by word. Much like the eccentricities of the items being offered for auction, the food seemed rather simple. Some things required a well-cultured tongue to pronounce, but there was also care to offer the staples of what was considered an "All-American" meal; red meat, salads, and whatever else could be cooked up in a town such as this one. None of it had a price tag, of course, and the waiters only required that their guest name their desired food and beverage.

She tilted her head from side to side whilst perusing the menu, a slight hum softly emanating from her throat. Shortly before she was treated by, possibly the tallest man she'd ever seen in her life, she waved a waiter down. Mahin's smile was bright enough to make anyone return the gesture, "I'm feeling a bit like red meat. I'll take the sirloin, but very well done. Brocolli and mashed potatoes on the side," It was as generic a meal as one can get, but she's hungrier than ever. The hotel offered surprisingly good food, but then again - she shouldn't have expected less than the best hospitality from a small town.

"To drink, Ma'am?" The waiter inquired, and she tapped a finger a few times against her jawline in thought."Any kind of sweet wine you have." After the waiter's departure, seconds later came the behemoth of a man that would come into the picture. And boy - did he really tower her. Who would have thought that nearly a whole foot difference could be so... drastic.

Mahin had to tilt her head up and back at him, considering that she'd otherwise get a perfectly good look at his broad shoulder or even his chest. Not that she would mind. Would any woman? She blinked because his lips had moved, which meant he said something. Of course, like so many times, his words did make it to her ears; albeit a few seconds later. Or maybe she had heard him all along. She wasn't so sure.

"Sorry to bother you, but you're that famous author, right?... Hassud?" This piqued her interest because, while she was used to women noticing her, most men couldn't care less. She didn't fault them for that, either. She believed American Feminism has really tainted men's perspective of what the same thing looked like in different countries. "Didn't think I'd run into someone famous here."

She narrowed her right eye with faux and overly dramatic accusation, "You're one of those weirdos that watches my YouTube and leaves naughty comments, aren't you?" The way her posture seemed - lax and casual - coupled with the clear tone of her voice, is evidence enough of a really dumb jest. She couldn't help herself, as she had been taken aback by his sudden presence. Unless he had been there for a hot minute and she just didn't notice. Either way, her thoughts were just coming out of her mouth and that was not always a good thing.

She juts a thumb toward the waiter coming their way with her drink in tow, "Going to order? I just got food myself, and I was thinking of grabbing a table." As soon as she realized that he would probably like her first name, and cursed herself internally for abandoning basic manners. "You can call me Mahin, though," She stuck a hand out for him to take and then plucked the wine glass from the incoming tray.

During the introductory phase of their meeting, she spared a moment to visually shop for an empty table. It was evident that she likely asked him to join her by proxy of her own words, so she began to walk in that direction after Roman placed his own order.

"It's nice to be recognized. Didn't think my books reached towns like these," she confessed with a light chuckle, a couple of fingers pushing back a few strands of stray hair behind an ear.

Eventually, they'd make it to a table, but along the way, she often stopped to look at this or that. This whole event was so funky. Eclectic would probably be a friendlier and still very appropriate term. "This place has the weirdest things for auction I have ever seen. Did anything catch your interest?" She pulled a chair out for herself and sat, as she often liked to do things herself. At the same time, she did appreciate a chivalrous man. Believe it or not.

It didn't take very long for the pair to receive their food and the rest of the beverages. She ordered a glass of ice water to go along with it.

Mahin wasted no time digging into her meal. She loved to eat, and it showed a bit as she didn't fit the average slim women that seemed to occupy the town. Once upon a time, she used to be malnourished and sickly, so she'll take the opportunity to indulge over starvation any day of the week.

She did give Roman the bulk of her attention, but she was also curious about whatever else was going on. Conversations were lost in the din of the music and everything else, but she could pick up the nuances of body language. There was a group of women and two men hovering by one of the auction tables. Most of the women had donned pretty dresses or fancy pant-suits, and the men had a variety of fashion tastes. Everyone had their own distinct personality.

Her deep brown gaze touched Adrien for a moment. Handsome. Clearly rich. But something about him screamed at her to avoid at all costs. Ricardo - rich as well, but the same. Mahin did, in fact, notice the way he had treated Liesl. There was also the town's "Silver Fox", the resident Sheriff, and many others. Some characters were quite unusual, but she never liked to judge. So many nice-looking men all in one place. Women, too. It could only end in disaster.

Then there's Roman right in front of her - brawny, in a suit, nice hair, and just - there are not very many words. How many words in the thesaurus could also mean manly and handsome? Why are her thoughts on his looks? She blinked, not realizing that she had brought a very empty fork to her lips because the meat had fallen off seconds ago.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" She blurted this out because she clearly had no problem in being honest. However, she could see how he'd misinterpret that because he's likely used to being asked that question all of the time for other reasons. "Asking just because you know my face, so you must have someone. And also, yes - I am also just wondering just because it's 2021 and I can." She shrugged at that, sawing off another piece of steak so she could stab it to death after impaling a chunk of broccoli.

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"You're one of those weirdos that watches my YouTube and leaves naughty comments, aren't you?" The woman's tone and body language made it very evident that she was making a light joke. And to be honest, even if she wasn't, Roman still might have taken it that way.

He let out a deep hearty laugh, one that would, no doubt, catch the attention of anyone nearby. "You caught me. It is I, MahinMakesMeMoist69." Ok, so the joke was a bit much. Roman hoped he didn't all but scare her away with his lewd humor. He meant nothing by it. Hopefully, she laughed at the joke rather than sneer at him in disgust. After all, she started it. But, it wouldn't be the first time Rome's jokes rubbed someone the wrong way. Some people are just too uptight for their own good.

"Going to order? I just got food myself, and I was thinking of grabbing a table." Mahin pointed towards the waiter as she spoke.

Roman hadn't realized how hungry he actually was until the idea of food was brought up. Instantly his stomach began to growl in protest. He raised his hand to pat the waiter on the shoulder. He obviously acts very appropriately for formal functions. "My guy... I'd kill for a big ass burger, fully decked, with a pint of Guinness." He smiled and gave the guy in the penguin suit a friendly wink as he left to place their orders. Rome was like a bull in a china shop when it came to formal gatherings. He was about as well mannered as a surfer.

Once the waiter was gone, Mahin addressed him once more before offering her right hand. "You can call me Mahin, though."

His hand was giant compared to hers, nearly swallowing it. But Roman still managed to be gentle, yet firm, when shaking it. "Roman Scarrott. But most people call me the Gypsy or that giant hairy guy." He laughed at his own jest. Truth was, most people didn't take the time to get to know his name before he was on the road again. And even then, they rarely ever sought out his attention enough to do anything other than pointing and saying hey you.

Roman's hands slipped into the pockets of his pants as he slowly trailed after Mahin. While she walked at a normal pace, he looked to be strolling leisurely. His long legs carried him at the same pace with fewer strides. "It's nice to be recognized. Didn't think my books reached towns like these."

"That I don't know of. I'm not from here. I'm sort of... A nomad?" His brows furrowed slightly as he tried to think of a better word for it, but came up blank. "I just kind of float from place to place. Live out of my van with my dog, Nan. I think I found your book in a small bookshop somewhere in Seattle."

Eventually the pair found their way to an empty table. "This place has the weirdest things for auction I have ever seen. Did anything catch your interest?" she commented before taking a seat.

Roman took a seat opposite her while his gaze drifted over to the tables filled with the strange array of items. "I can't say I've ever been to an auction. But the movies always make it seem like it'd be priceless art and Faberge eggs." He shrugged his shoulders slightly in confusion. He was not the person to ask when it came to auctions and their customs. "Yeah, I bid on a little oil lamp thing. I don't know," he laughed with a shrug. "I thought it looked neat. You?"

The food arrived with haste and neither one of them wasted any time before digging in. Roman's burger was giant. Luckily, so were his hands. Yet it still managed to be a bit of a challenge keeping it all together and getting it in his mouth. But man, was it delicious. He even offered Mahin a fry. He didn't know if she'd take one, finger foods at a formal event didn't seem very... proper. But it was good and Roman didn't care what people thought about him. He wasn't going to remain in town much longer anyway. Right?

His gaze lingered a bit while his mouth was full and Mahin ate. Roman didn't know much of anyone in the town. He saw the vet who helped with Nan. He smiled but she didn't notice him. He'd probably talk to her at some point in the evening. Then there was Liv and Ben from the diner, which were probably the closest to friends someone like him could get when passing through a town. He also caught glimpse of a mysterious looking guy getting very close with a red head. Roman diverted his gaze towards his glass as he took a big swig of beer. Not his place to have a thought one way or another.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" Roman coughed, choking on a piece of his burger. He was an easy going man and had heard the question before, yes, but that didn't mean he wasn't surprised. It came out of left field. He never quite understood why people always seemed so interested in his relationship status, but he was flattered nonetheless. "Asking just because you know my face, so you must have someone. And also, yes - I am also just wondering just because it's 2021 and I can."

Roman took a sip of his beer to calm his throat before replying. "Is it that hard to believe a man could be a feminist?" He picked up on her implication that the knowledge he has of her and her book had to be because he had a lady friend. And while he could understand someone making that assumption, he might have thought someone as modern as Mahin might have seen it a different way. "I prefer to think of myself as more of an 'equalist'. Some feminist out there are a little too radical for my taste. But I think every deserves to be treated based on their merits as a human being, not by what's between their legs, who they fuck or what they look like."

"And no. I don't have a girlfriend... Or a boyfriend. Life on the road doesn't really give me much of a chance to set down roots." He took a second to eat the last bite of his burger while it was warm and chased it with a drink. "But it does give me time to read." Roman smirked playfully as he brought his glass to his lips. He wasn't chastising or scolding Mahin. Simply poking a little fun at the irony of the situation. It takes much more than that to offend someone like Rome.

"And what about you? Any boyfriends?... Or better yet, girlfriends? I imagine a book like yours might have scared off more than a fair share of men. Not that it'd be much of a loss. I'm sure men like him," Roman pointed his index finger of the hand that held his drink toward Adrien. "Would call your book heresy."




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"You're quite a sight yourself, Miss. Voigt." Ever the gentleman. Although Liesl knew his compliment was out of politeness. Sure he meant it, of course he did. Look at her? She was a crimson headed bombshell, and she knew it. Most men in town knew it. But even that wasn't enough to turn Ricardo's attention toward her and not others. The man was an enigma. No one knew much of anything about him besides the fact that he locked himself away in his mansion more often than not. A lonely man like that could use some company.

While Liesl ran through the prospects for the night, Ricardo seemed to humor her. His gaze was fixed on hers, intent and engaged, yet never looked towards any of the women she mentioned. Was it her and only her that caught his attention? That would be a change of pace, no doubt. Liesl had been trying to seduce him for sometime, the man was stunning and in need of a little sexual attention. But she wasn't dumb either. He had always seemed less than interested in her advances, so what changed?

As she stood there, adjusting his tie, Ricardo's hand found her side. His fingers wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer until Liesl's chest was against his. She gasped. Her breasts heaved with every breath, pressing against him. He leaned in toward her ear, sweeping away her hair. She swallowed. Cold chills ran down her spine from the touch of his finger tips. "I'm a bit of a sinner myself, Miss. Voigt." A small smirk crossed her lips. She didn't care who saw. They could watch in jealousy for all she cared. "Why have defiled goods when I could have something... untouched? Personally, I think that's much more fun. Don't you?"

Liesl's grin fell. Her head that had been tilting back snapped upright to meet his gaze. Ricardo moved her crimson lock back to where it was before he moved it, then used his other hand on her waist to move her aside. She stood there in a silent shock as she watched him cross the room, beelining straight for her sister. Her gaze didn't move to another, nor did she blink. If anything it turned into daggers as she watched him move to stand right beside Lorelei without a care in the world.

When she went to look away, she nearly missed John looking in her direction. How much did he see? Liesl wasn't usually the type to get embarrassed, but if he saw everything that transpired who else did? She felt cheap and second rate to her pristine sister. But she tried her best to hide what she was feeling. John flashed her wink which made her smile, if only slightly. She pushed down whatever other feelings were boiling inside her and playfully blew him a kiss, before making her way towards the bar.

"I'll have a shot." Her gaze skimmed the bottles. "Whatever's strongest."

"I apologize miss, but are not serving shots."

She sighed. "Then the strongest liquor in a glass with ice and nothing else." The bartender didn't second guess her and quickly got to work on the drink. It was a tequila of some kind, it didn't really matter. Once she was given the drink Liesl downed it in a single gulp and slammed the glass back on the bar. "One more." Her index finger tapped the brim of the glass before she glanced over her shoulder, glaring at her sister.




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"You look quite nice yourself, I like the suit." Grayson looked down at his suit, subconsciously adjusting his tie and pressing down his collar. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He opened his mouth to respond and thank her, but then another person joined the group. He didn't want to be awkward, but he already was. So rather than make it worse, he turned his attention back towards the hat on the table leaving his back toward the group of women.

"Grayson - like the suit."

His brows furrowed, a little confused as he looked down at his outfit. Grayson did a double take before looking back at Ricardo briefly. "Thanks." He tried to find something else to say but came up blank. What else could he say? You too? Of course Ricardo's suit was perfect. He was one of the richest people in Essex. The man probably bought a new suit for the event. Gray couldn't help but wonder if the compliment was genuine or a jest on his behalf. Ricardo didn't seem like the type to make him the butt of the joke, so he accepted the compliment and turned his attention back toward the hat.

While he wasn't necessarily part of the conversation, Grayson couldn't help but overhear what was said as he stood right beside them. He was easily able to make out John's voice as he joined the growing group. "Maybe this isn't interesting to everyone but I was wondering about your next novel. Is it going to be just as 'steamy' as the last and if so who is going to be the titular characters?" It sounded like he was talking to Paisley. Gray knew she wrote, but he hadn't asked her about her next book. Maybe it was because it wasn't his type of reading. Either way, he turned slightly to see what she might say.

John's gaze then moved to Liana and Grayson. "Maybe it's about a couple who can't be together because of extenuating circumstances . . ." Taken by surprise, Gray coughed. His hands fumbled with the hat, dropping it on the table before managing to anxiously shove it back on its stand. He missed whatever else John said as he tugged at his tie, loosening it slightly.

"Perhaps it's more of an adventurous story. Paisley loves adventures." It took a lot of self control for Grayson to keep himself from looking back towards the group. His hand nervously shook. He unbuttoned his sports coat trying to keep his fingers busy so no one noticed. "If you all will excuse me, I believe I’m in need of a new drink and I might check out the rest of the night's activities."

Out of the corner of his eyes he watched her leave the group and head in one direction. Grayson waited another beat or two before he left the table, heading in the opposite direction of Liana. He didn't dare put stock into John's words. Instead he headed outside for a bit of fresh air. The hall was getting far too hot and crowded for his liking.

Once he stepped out into the cool night's air, Grayson felt like he could breathe. He never liked being the center of attention, especially not when he felt like someone was airing secrets that even he hadn't come to terms with. He already felt bad enough for having feelings he couldn't explain for a woman who was engaged... But knowing other people saw it too made him nauseous. It wasn't his place. She wasn't his and he knew it. Gray tried his best to keep his feelings buried. He was stupid. He shouldn't spend so much time with her. It didn't help those feelings subside. Since they've started their morning coffees his feelings only seemed to grow.

Gray's hands rested on the railing that surrounded the raised entrance to city hall. His head fell slightly as he sighed. Why did she get nervous? Did she feel something for him too? No. No. He couldn't think like that. His hands pushed off the stone before he started pacing back and forth. Greg and him already were at odds since High School, that's all he needed was for rumors to get back to him that Gray wanted his fiancée. Shit. He rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. God damn it, John.




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"Do not listen to that wretched man, your dress is beautiful, but only someone like you could make it shine the way it does."

Lorelei smiled softly at Liana's words, but before she could respond Paisley also came in with her own comment. "I said Mr. Duval was 'positively odious' and he took it as a compliment. I would take anything he said with a grain of salt."

She laughed. Paisley's comment brought a genuine smile to her lips as she looked between the two girls. "I guess we should be thankful. If he was pretty, rich, and smart... I think we'd all be in danger." Adrien was a powerful enough man in Essex, heaven knows how much worse it would be if he actually had enough brains cells to rub together. And to be honest, he did... To some extent. No, he wasn't book smarts and the longest words he knew have three syllables but his street smarts could be scary. Lorelei knew how much his hands were in. He touched everything in their town and was managing to get away with it.

Whatever fun Lorelei was trying to have when it came to Paisley and John was quickly shot down. "I don't think I am his type. I happen to think Mr. Waldmann and I are good friends enough to acknowledge one another. No?"

Before she reply or pry further, Liana chimed in. "Lorelei, stop living through people and live for yourself a little." Paisley didn't say anything, but she pointed in silent agreement.

Lorelei sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. That was always what the conversation boiled down to at one point or another. They both knew it wasn't that simple not with family like hers or working for Adrien. Maybe someone else would tell them all to shove it and go about their lives by themselves. Maybe that's what she should do. But this was all that Lorelei knew. She was frightened of what her father, sister or even Adrien would do if one day she decided to stop and live her own life. While none of them have ever physically harmed her, it was something subconscious deep inside that kept her unmoving. Like she was a prisoner in her own life and there was nothing she could do about it.

The conversation died as more people quickly began to join their small group. Lorelei's gaze slowly drifted about the room. She idly looked at different gatherings of towns people but her eyes still found their way back to her sister. Now Liesl stood chest to chest with Ricardo. She watched as his head leaned in towards her sister's neck. But before anything else could happen she looked away and put on a smile, hoping no one saw what she did.

She watched as Grayson complimented Liana. Lorelei hadn't heard much about him beyond what Liana told her, mostly that the two of them have coffee together every morning in the diner. The Officer had always seemed like a kind and friendly man. So did Greg. She didn't quite know what was going on between the men and Liana. Her friend was never quite forthcoming. But something about Greg never quite sat right with her. She couldn't put her finger on it and she dare not say anything to her friend. In the end, whatever happened was Liana's choice. Lorelei just hoped she did what was right for her.

"Grayson - like the suit." She inhaled softly as she looked over her shoulder to see Ricardo. It seemed that recently, Lorelei had been running into him more and more around town. Or, at least, as much as she could for someone who rarely came out of his house. They never really spoke, just exchanged brief smiles or he'd hold the door for her. But on occasion, she'd notice his gaze lingering on her. He never tried to strike up a conversation and if she managed to catch him looking, he'd promptly leave and she wouldn't see him for several days.

But there he was. Ricardo joined their small group like it was no big deal. Like he did it all the time. Not a minute ago he looked two seconds from spiriting Liesl away into his limo for a good time and now he stood behind her. Lorelei was confused, but she tried her best not to show it. Still, there was a small knot that twisted in her gut. Jealousy. Her sister always made a game of going after any man that held her attention for more than a fleeting moment. Lorelei didn't even know how she felt about Ricardo... Just that he was handsome and polite... And he looked at her rather than Liesl. Or so she thought.

"You ladies are looking lovely tonight." Lorelei, just like the rest of the ladies, smiled and thanked him for the compliment. But she grew the faintest bit stiff as Ricardo made his way into the small circle standing so close that her shoulder brushed his arm. She tried not to look up at him, but every so often her gaze peeked up at him from the corner of her eyes. He confused her.

"Anything interesting?" Even though this question still seemed posed to the group, she couldn't help but feel like he was asking her.

Liana took the opportunity to speak up and put even more of the attention on Lorelei. "Lorelei was just looking at this swan’s quill. I’ve been trying to convince her she should get it, what do you think of it?"

Lorelei looked down at her hands, realizing the small quill was still cradled between her index fingers and thumbs. She gave Ricardo a slightly awkward smile as she felt a flush rush to her cheeks. "It's nothing. I just liked the feather," she said softly before she quickly set the quill back down on the table next to the ink well. "I'm not a writer anyway." Her gaze fell slightly as she brushed her hair behind her ears.

She hardly even noticed John as he joined the ever growing group. Everyone shifted making room for him as he promptly stood beside Paisley. "Maybe this isn't interesting to everyone but I was wondering about your next novel. Is it going to be just as 'steamy' as the last and if so who is going to be the titular characters?" His gaze then moved to Liana and Grayson, whose back was toward the group as he inspected an item on the table. "Maybe it's about a couple who can't be together because of extenuating circumstances . . ."

Grayson coughed and Liana quickly grew awkward and flushed. Even Lorelei felt uncomfortable at the comment. She tried to give her friend as sympathetic smile to reassure her, but it seemed that wasn't John's only suggestion. ". . . Or perhaps it's about a love rivalry between identical twins."

Her heart skipped a beat. She felt the blood rush from her head as she grew dizzy. Lorelei looked ghostly. She tried her best to remain calm and act unaffected, all the while her head was spinning. She put on a fake smile and even managed a convincing laugh. "No. Neither one of us know the first thing about love. You can't call it a rivalry if she always wins."

Before anyone could try to delve into that conversation further, Lorelei nodded her head with a smile. "If you'll excuse me." As she parted from the group her gaze found Ricardo's once more, but the second they locked she looked away.

Lorelei found her way to the nearest empty table. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she felt like the room was spinning. She nearly stumbled into the chair, sighing once her feet were off the ground. She couldn't figure out who handled John's exposure worse, Lorelei, Liana or Grayson. Considering she nearly passed out from embarrassment, money was on herself. Her elbows rested on the table while her hand held her forehead. Why did Ricardo have to come over there? Liesl was already putty in his hands. She would have slept with him in the middle of the dance floor for the whole town to see if that's what he wanted.

As she sat alone at the table, she dared not look up. Lorelei didn't want to see the faces of the people she left behind, judging her less that exquisite exit. Rather, she kept her gaze focused anywhere but them, instead content on watching someone who arrived late that nearly knocked over Mrs. Picket. She probably would have done the same if she wore heels that high, but luckily her butt was firmly planted in a seat so she wouldn't make the same mistake. Lorelei couldn't help but hope the auction would be coming to an end... soon.




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Hugo smiled at Adrien's question, seeming relieved to be free of the woman's presence for the time being. "Elena. Just moved to town, she’s a teacher or something" He shrugged his shoulders. "Truth be told, she’s a little dull, but I get the sense that she’s eager to please."

Adrien chuckled as he sipped from his drink. "The quiet ones usually are. But they're always so damn clingy." He has had more than his fair of clingy run ins. The shy quiet girls were always the best when it came to sex, often virgins and willing to do whatever to make you happy. But they fall in love so quick that it's nearly impossible to get out unscathed. I mean, he isn't scared to break some hearts in the conquest of good sex. But really, it was just too much effort and a waste of time. Whoever told women that love was the end all be all obviously never had a mind blowing blow job.

"And what about you? You and Liesl looked pretty cozy."

He smirked, pausing as he brought his glass to his lips. "Well... We all know how Liesl is." Hell, all of Essex knew at this point. The list of men she hasn't slept with was shorter than the ones she has at that point. Surprisingly, Adrien hadn't jumped onto that bandwagon just yet. Perhaps part of him was hoping to crack Lorelei first. That would be a trophy that no one has touched. But the woman has proven to be quite the prude. He has needs. And from what he's heard from Hugo, Liesl is more than capable to fill them... In every position.

Adrien's gaze searched the room until it found the familiar mane of red hair. But to his horror, she was sidled up to none other than Ricardo Trujillo. He watched, with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw. Liesl wasn't his. Hell, she was the resident whore who bounced around or got passed around as she saw fit. But he was like a child with a toy he stopped playing with. Once he saw someone else playing with it, he wanted it back. That's how it went with Ricardo. Anything he had, Adrien wanted it and would do anything to take it from him. But it was worse seeing someone he claimed first slither her way into his enemies arms.

Then, like pouring salt in a wound, when Trujillo was done with one twin he went to the next. The man had no shame flitting from one woman to another. Adrien was not a protective type. He wouldn't give a rat ass who Lorelei spread her legs for. It was the fact that she wouldn't give him a second glance, yet Ricardo could stand right beside her and make a move on her? Lorelei wasn't his woman, but she was his property. Donovan Voigt gave her to him. Trujillo had the gall to make a move on something that wasn't his.

"Well isn’t that interesting."

Adrien's knuckles went white as his grip on his glass tightened. He might have crushed it in his grasp if Liesl hadn't walked past them. Before she was out of reach, he reached out with his free hand and grabbed a hold of her arm. "What the fuck do you think you were doing with him?" He hissed while nodding his head toward Ricardo.

Liesl turned to face him, yanking her arm free from his hold. "Whatever the hell I want!" While he towered over her, Liesl didn't back down. She wasn't scared of Adrien like the rest of Essex was. She sought him out for his power and prowess. He could threaten her all he wanted, hell she kinda liked it, but she was not some sheep who'd bend to his will.

"I don't take Trujillo's seconds." The last thing he wanted was to share the same woman that Ricardo had.

"No? But you'll take everyone else's seconds?" Liesl challenged him. She had humility when it came to her own reputation. She wasn't insulted when someone called her a slut. She was one and she knew it. So, rather than letting Adrien take it and try to throw it in her face, she took her own reputation and threw it in his. "He doesn't want me. He wants my untouched sister. So go fight over her if you're going to be a bitch about it."

Liesl reached up and took Adrien's whiskey. She didn't need his permission and she didn't care if she pissed him off. Part of her knew that men like Adrien loved when women didn't melt into puddles for them. It was the whole thrill of the chase and Liesl was no damsel in need of saving. She downed what remained of his drink then shoved the glass back in his hand. "Hugo and I are going to go dance," she said while taking Hugo's hand in hers. "While you get over yourself."

She started retreating back towards the dance floor with Hugo in tow, her gaze locked with Adrien. Liesl blew him a kiss before pivoting in a bit of a flourish. She took his hand and guided it towards her waist as they moved out onto the floor. "Can I just say," Liesl began as she pulled Hugo close, pressing their bodies together as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Sex shouldn't be complicated by feuds."

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Ricardo watched as Lorelei's pale cheeks flared up when she realized that she was still playing around with the quill pen. "It's nothing. I just liked the feather. I'm not a writer anyway." She set the object down and looked no further at it.

Just as the redness of her face began to dissipate, John just had to do what he did best - say all the wrong things at the worst possible times. ". . . Or perhaps it's about a love rivalry between identical twins."
Even if there was truly no love rivalry between the twins, it didn't stop an already pallid Lorelei from turning a shade of white that resembled closest to printer paper. The guy already chased away one girl, why not finish the job with the rest? To be fair, maybe John was just as clueless as Ricardo was, only he said what he was thinking. Even if he shouldn't have... ever.

"No. Neither one of us know the first thing about love. You can't call it a rivalry if she always wins," Lorelei managed to laugh, even though it looked awkward in a way that maybe only he could notice. He wanted to speak, but like John - maybe he wasn't going to say the right thing even if he meant well. If John meant well. He was probably teasing everyone. "If you'll excuse me."

Talk to the woman, Mary said to him. She'll like that, she said. How hard could it be? She asked. Yet, right when he thought he worked up enough courage to talk to her, finally, she just... slips away. It wasn't entirely John's fault. Lorelei was... mousy, to say the least. Easily embarrassed. It didn't help that she had to deal with the likes of her sister or Adrien.

He placed a hand on his chest and bowed very lightly toward the remainder of the small group, "Pardon me." He moved past Paisley and John to go after Lorelei. It seemed like the right thing to do. Just shy of putting his foot down to completely move past the auction table, he made sure the blonde wasn't watching as he placed his number and a hearty bid on the quill pen. Maybe she wasn't much of a writer, but it seemed like something she liked. And well, Mahin did point that out to him earlier. He has learned to trust a woman's instincts.

Like a really bad romance movie, as soon as his figure loomed over her table, the pleasant music warped into something more romantic and slow-paced. It almost felt like... fate... maybe. Was it a good icebreaker? He already tried to talk to her, gave her a compliment (even if he said all of the ladies looked nice), and stood by her. It didn't even occur to him that she might have noticed his actions with Liesl, but it also wouldn't have mattered. To say that one twin was attractive and the other not seemed rather... ridiculous.

He held a hand out toward her, palm out so that she could take it, "Very few women could rival you, much less your sister." There, he said it. He wasn't going to win any Oscars anytime soon, but there it was - a very genuine compliment. Even though his voice was a deep rumble and hard to soften, and perhaps he did not smile as others normally would, nothing indicated that he was playing games with her. "Surely you've noticed that."

He kept his hand out for her, the music bringing other couples to the dance floor, "If you don't notice, maybe you'll allow me the opportunity to show you."





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"You caught me. It is I, MahinMakesMeMoist69," he joked, and that was very obvious. She sat back in her seat, crossed her arms over her chest, and gave him a single-squinty-eyed and accusatory look, "I knew it. I've always had a good eye for perverts," she jested in return.

"Roman Scarrott. But most people call me the Gypsy or that giant hairy guy." She turned around while walking to look him up and down, "Makes perfect sense, to be honest." Of course, it was all in good fun. He was pleasant to be around and the light air worked well.

"That I don't know of. I'm not from here. I'm sort of... A nomad? I just kind of float from place to place. Live out of my van with my dog, Nan. I think I found your book in a small bookshop somewhere in Seattle."

She tilted her head and him and "hmmed" at the thought of her book ending up in some small bookshop. It wasn't far-fetched, really. While they ate, she did take one of his fries. It didn't look like his body would really miss it, if she were being honest. A man with muscles like that ate more than enough for a small country.

"Is it that hard to believe a man could be a feminist?" Yes, she did find that hard to believe. Then again, she did come from a country where the notion of a man agreeing with women was rare and punishable. The way he threw the question at her made it seem like she might have offended him, so she waved a hand in front of her face and smiled, "I meant no offense by that, Roman. I simply forget that American men are different sometimes." She took a quick look around at her surroundings. It was hard to believe that she was in the country sometimes. Hard to believe that she had been lucky enough to escape. One of the few women.

"I prefer to think of myself as more of an 'equalist'. Some feminists out there are a little too radical for my taste. But I think everyone deserves to be treated based on their merits as a human being, not by what's between their legs, who they fuck, or what they look like." She liked that. Equalist. Mahin was very much the same. There were some traditional values that had been instilled in her since birth, but coming from the place she did - it might not be so surprising. That's probably why there was a lot of irony still in this whole conversation. Whilst she treated everyone the same, she hadn't delved completely into the intersectionality of feminism or even into other genders and sexualities. Sometimes it didn't occur to her, as her priorities right now were vastly fighting for the most simple of human rights for women in her home country. She was still used to seeing men a certain way, which leads to conversations such as these where she needs to be reminded. Roman just did so gently and kindly.

"And no. I don't have a girlfriend... Or a boyfriend. Life on the road doesn't really give me much of a chance to set down roots. But it does give me time to read." She shrugged at that, "A book is probably much safer than most human beings."

Roman made it a point to gesture toward Adrien, "And what about you? Any boyfriends?... Or better yet, girlfriends? I imagine a book like yours might have scared off more than a fair share of men. Not that it'd be much of a loss. I'm sure men like him would call your book heresy."

She shook her head, finishing off the last bit of her food. "It isn't even safe for me to just be on my own, let alone with someone else. A partner would be nice - in whatever form that would come - but I couldn't put someone through that. I'm a political refugee. Even in the freest country on the planet, I am still getting death threats."

She leaned off the side to peer past one of his broad shoulders and look at the dancers. "Maybe it's a good time to mingle and see if anyone tickles your fancy while you're around these parts."

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"A book is probably much safer than most human beings." That was something Roman couldn't argue. He didn't have much luck in the realm of interpersonal relationships. He made some friends on occasional, but they were usually fair weather and disappeared as quickly as they arrived. Life has turned him into a bit of a cynic when it comes to his fellow human beings. More often than not he finds others only want to satiate their own selfish whims, whatever those are. Selfless people are few and far between. Maybe that's why he keeps to himself and his dog. Animals are better than people anyway.

"It isn't even safe for me to just be on my own, let alone with someone else. A partner would be nice - in whatever form that would come - but I couldn't put someone through that. I'm a political refugee. Even in the freest country on the planet, I am still getting death threats."

Roman's face sunk as his brows furrowed. No one should have to live like that. "That's... rough. I'm sorry you have to live like that." He scratched his chin under his beard as he thought. "If it helps, you're welcome to tell people I'm your big scary boyfriend. Wouldn't be my first fight," he mused with a chuckle. It wasn't often that people tried to ruffle his feathers. The man was a walking wall. And even though his personality was more in line with a goofy teddy bear, his resting bitch face said otherwise. "Free of charge," he added with a playful wink.

"Maybe it's a good time to mingle and see if anyone tickles your fancy while you're around these parts." Roman laughed. He wasn't much of the short fling or one night stand type, old soul and all that. But perhaps Mahin had enough of his shitty excuse for conversation. Most of his socializing was with an animal that didn't respond much, so he'd understand if it was lacking a bit.

"Maybe you should too. Refugee or not, no one deserves to be alone." As he started to stand up, he realized how easily his comment could be turned back against him. He held up his index finger to stop her before she said anything. "Ah. Ah. I have a dog, I am not alone." Roman smiled. He leaned down to pick up his empty glass. Perhaps he could use a refill and give the woman a chance to mingle with someone else. "You have a good evening, Mahin. Try to have some fun." He smiled again. "If I don't see you out there dancing, don't think I won't come make you." He flashed her a playful wink before he wondered off.

Roman had one of those effortless demeanors that could often come off charming and flirty, even when he didn't mean to. To be honest, he couldn't recall if he ever flirted... on purpose. He just had a nice smile and gave compliments where they were due. Apparently, as he realized in his adult life, that was uncommon for men. There had been more than one instance where he told a woman she looked nice and he got a punch in the jaw from some man near by, or he liked a guy's outfit and the dude immediately thought he was hitting on him. It was a sad world when a man couldn't be nice for the sake of being nice.

He didn't know which way his personality rubbed Mahin, but he could take a hint. Roman didn't know most of the faces, so rather than awkwardly worm his way into a conversation, he figured he could get another and figure it out later. As he made his way to the bar, his gaze drifted to one or two attractive people he passed by. When he looked back in front of himself it was too late and he bumped right into Ben, who also seemed preoccupied with wondering around.

A large hand rested on Ben's shoulder to steady him. Roman was kind of a walking wall and the last thing he wanted to do was knock him over like a bulldozer. "Ben," he said with a grin as he patted the man's shoulder. He wouldn't say it, but he was thankful that the person he did run into was one of the few faces he did know. "Sorry about that, man. I should be more careful. If I run you over, where the hell would I eat? He jested with a hearty laugh.

It wasn't a secret that Ben was known for having a less than sunny disposition. But even in his snarky comments or whatever else, it never really deterred Roman. Grumpy people needed friends too. And honestly, the man was never one to try to make small talk too often, which was nice. There was only so much small talk one person could handle and considering Roman had no friends and just went from place to place, that was the conversation he got most often. "Purple is definitely your color," he commented as he noticed Ben's suit and plum neck tie.

The bar did indeed look a bit crowded. While Roman wasn't bothered wiggling his way past people to get a drink, it did look like that wasn't Ben's scene. He tapped his index finger on the empty glass in his hand. "I was going to grab a refill, can I get you something?"




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Lorelei was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice Ricardo place a bid on the quill, nor him approach her table. Perhaps it wasn't so much being lost in her thoughts, rather than intentionally not looking up. Embarrassment had that effect on people... Or it did on her, at least. His extended hand broke her line of sight that was fixated on the surface of the table. "Very few women could rival you, much less your sister."

The comment and the hand took her by surprise. "What?" She said, almost involuntary, as she looked up to find the hand belonged to Ricardo. While the two encountered each other quite frequently around town, this had to be the most they had ever spoken to each other. It never occurred to Lorelei that their run-ins were anything other than a happy coincidence. Men never looked her way, at least not like that.

His words caught her off guard and left her mind racing, rather than finding the will to move or speak. "Surely you've noticed that." Had she noticed that? No. She has lived in Liesl's shadow for as long as she could remember. Everyone in the town wanted her, while the only man that spoke to her was Adrien... And that's because she fetched his dry cleaning and morning coffee. Her gaze studied Ricardo, confused by the sudden breaking of the prolonged silence they shared. What had changed?

While the man always came off a bit stoic and distant, Lorelei didn't doubt his honesty. The man even seemed to smile or something of that nature. Perhaps it wasn't a smile in comparison to others, but it was more than his usually blank emotionless expression. Even in the awkward silence of Lorelei just... staring at him and searching for a reaction, he didn't back down. Ricardo kept his hand out and the not-so-smile on his face. "If you don't notice, maybe you'll allow me the opportunity to show you."

Whatever color had left Lorelei's face all came rushing back in that moment. Why wasn't she talking... Or doing anything? Before she could overthink herself into a deeper hole, her arm moved, almost on its own, until her hand rested in his. She noticed the softness of his skin, while his fingers still felt firm and strong. It contrasted her own delicate but callused hand. The difference was striking. It was like two sides of a coin. So many things in her head told her to refuse the offer, but it was too late. Lorelei had already somehow managed to move to her feet and have her hand in his before any sort of sense made its way to her head.

Had she ever danced with a man before? Lorelei couldn't recall. Which meant it was a no. It was all so foreign to her... Being at a charity auction in a dress more expensive than anything she owned. And out of everyone there, the person who asked her to dance was the single most hated man by her employer. It was too late to turn back. She could feel Adrien's eyes drilling into the back of her head as Ricardo lead her to the dance floor. She dared not look back or anywhere else besides her feet.

Eventually they came to a stop and Ricardo's hand found her waist. Lorelei swallowed. The fingers of his other hand kept hold of hers as he guided her closer. She inhaled softly as their chests brushed. Only then did she look up to meet his gaze as she hesitantly moved her other hand to rest on his shoulder. Was this right? Is this how people danced? She couldn't recall. Ricardo said nothing, so she could only assume she was doing it right. She just prayed to herself that she didn't manage to step on his foot or get tripped up in her dress.

Lorelei's mind raced, but eventually it came back to a scene she saw earlier. Before she could stop herself, the words already found their way to her mouth and blurted out. "Why aren't you dancing with Liesl?" She didn't accuse him or point fingers, but her question was enough of an indicator that he'd know she saw what happened.

Ricardo wasn't hers. They had barely spoken before that evening. Lorelei didn't know what she thought about the man besides the fact that he was handsome and polite. He always held the door for her and seemed to notice her before anyone else. But she also saw him with Liesl. They were identical, so it wouldn't be hard to imagine he found them both attractive. The red head was easy and more desirable... by the town's account. It just didn't add up and left Lorelei confused.




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"Absolutely not," Hugo responded with a gentle whisper in her ear. Liesl smirked. She knew he'd see it her way. He always did. "That’s what love is for, I think, and last I read everyone dies in those stories." He pulled his head away from her ear, even shaking it in disapproval. "It’s childish. But I suppose it’s something we all have to live with, isn’t it?"

He could have meant the feud... or love. Both fit the bill. Liesl never quite understood the feud. Who started what? When? It didn't matter because she didn't care. The only part of it that amused her was ruffling Adrien's feathers whenever Ricardo came up. She was no one's property, especially no man's. The girl didn't pick sides, she picked fun. And so far, she hadn't made it into either one of Essex's local millionaire's beds. Before that night she had been curious who she could seduce first, but as one made it oh so clear... She wasn't his type. She was everyone's type.

"Love is dull," she commented with an eye roll, quick to nip her pessimistic thoughts in the bud. "Humans weren't meant to mate for life." After her comment, Liesl pulled away just enough so that Hugo got the hint to twirl her. She did always like getting people's attention. Just because it was a slow song didn't mean she couldn't put her own flare on it and steal a couple lingering looks from those who lingered around the dance floor.

"If you get tired of Adrien and his bullshit," Hugo began as she returned to his arms, chest to chest. "The rest of my evening is still free."

Liesl's lips pursed into a coy smirk as her hand ran up his bicep, along his shoulder and cupped the back of his neck. "Mr. Lund, I am a lady," she pretended to act offended. How dare he think of me in such a manner. "You'd love that wouldn't you?" she asked as her fingers began to twirl his hair at the base of his skull. "A little dig in Adrien Duval's ego... Taking home his trophy?" She leaned in close to him as she spoke, she whispered like a teasing purr.

There was a moment or two of silence as they twirled about the room. While Liesl's gaze was mostly on Hugo, she did look around from time to time to see who was watching and who was dancing with who. It didn't fall on blind eyes that Ricardo had found his way to his precious virgin and managed to get a dance out of her. A shallow person might be offended at seeing that, but she wasn't... Was she? With every spin she found herself looking back at the pair, wishing to be a fly on the wall and hear their conversation. Or better yet, be the one who managed to snag Ricardo for a dance first.

"Is he watching?" Liesl was caught red handed. She looked back up at Hugo with a confused expression, even if they both knew it was fake. "That’s what you want, right?"

That's when she realized he was talking about Adrien, or at least she thought he was. Whomever he spoke of, that's what Liesl went with. "I hadn't noticed," she responded. It was the truth, whether or not Hugo believed it. She hadn't even spared a glance in Adrien's direction since they started dancing. "Believe it or not," she started, knowing full well he probably wouldn't believe her. "I actually enjoy your company. You're one of the few people in his horrid town that doesn't make me want to smash my head into a brick wall."

Their next turn about the room Liesl actually looked for Adrien. It took a couple spins before she saw him, but surprise surprise... or perhaps to no surprise at all, his gaze wasn't on herself and Hugo, but fixated on Ricardo and Lorelei. She sighed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "Actually, it seems he's more worried about Trujillo." Every couple of turns Liesl would let her gaze drift over toward Adrien or Ricardo before finding its way back to her dance partner. "How long before he makes a move?" The way Adrien was fuming, she gave it an hour tops before he did something to ruin the night. There was a reason why no one ever had the two of them in the same room for long.

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There was much to do still and not a lot of time left to do them. This night could not last forever, as pained as Mrs. Picket felt for all involved. As she walked through the gala she noted the relationships that have formed, and part of her knew that happiness would be broken as the curse slowly lifted. But this was for the best, she told herself over and over again. They did not belong in this earthly realm, for every precious moment spent living their best lives in Essex, the Enchanted Realm withered away thanks to the vile curse of the Evil Queen. It wouldn't be long until it was gone for good. The people needed their beacons of hope, but they are all here in Essex.

Several fancy individuals went around the auction tables, presumably to look at the bids placed. They took about 30 minutes, or so, to close the auction and place the winning number on each item. It was a silent auction, after all.

After a while, the music died down and Mrs. Picket took the stage front and center. Waiters and waitresses carried trays of champaign, offering one thin fluke to each person. She was given a mic, tapped it a couple of times, did the comical and fun one, two, three . . . test, test. She laughed a little to lighten the mood because there was nothing joyous about the occasion. Those that have lived miserable lives in the Enchanted Realm had grown content here, but Mrs. Picket's magic would soon shred their reality.

"What a wonderful night. It's been lovely to see all these faces together in one spot," she smiled as best she could. Of course, it was easy for her - she had such a bright outward appearance and personality that it was hard to see her as anything but jovial. She's just a happy old lady! "The silent auction has ended. You will find the winning bids place on the items," she gestured toward the various auction tables. There were, indeed, large white cards placed near each item with the number of its owner. It didn't matter if someone outbid them or if someone bid on their behalf; the digits would match whomever the item belonged to.

"I know, I know," she paced to and fro, adding a little comedy to her routine, "Such an eclectic inventory, right? And that's putting it nicely." She paused for the obligatory laughs. No one would leave an old lady hanging, even if her humor was dry, right?

She raised her glass in the air toward those gathered. They were waiting for her to get to the point, and she gets that. It's a long night and there are far too many personalities here for everything to remain pleasant. "The proceeds from the auction will go toward those suffering without hope." She paused, took a look around the room, and smiled lightly. Come tomorrow, this throng of good Essex people will be shattered. "Dance, be merry, and enjoy each other. Tomorrow will mark a new beginning in Essex. But I hope you will always remember that there is always hope. Hope in the world, in each other, and even in that which is hopeless - be it a person or situation. Believe in change. Believe in... goodness."

She wanted to sigh because certain individuals here were not going to change for anything. But she proceeded to be content in her vague ramblings. Maybe many would just dismiss her as an old senile lady, for she is quite geriatric. "So let's toast to that - hope, for it can be found in even the darkest places. Even in... all of this," she gestured around to the auction tables once more with a free hand.

After finishing off her drink, she addressed them for the last time. "Well, it's been lovely, dearies. My job here is done, and I must go." She left the stage, allowed others to say their good-byes to her and she to them. The Enchanted Realm had so few heroes within it to help stave off the Evil Queen's magic, and the Fairy Godmother was one of them. Even just spending a few hours here could have caused harm.

With that, Mrs. Picket left the building and went back from whence she came. She took one last look at Essex and the dimly lit streets before she "poofed" away as though she was never here. However, unlike she had intended in the beginning, she'd leave the residents a memory of her as to take a few words to heart later.

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Meanwhile, in the Enchanted Realm whole cities, kingdoms, and minor-realms were at war with one another. Many of them were headed by the co-conspirators of Jafar or the Evil Queen, both with the same goal in mind. The Realm was decaying at a rapid rate, and no one knew who to blame for the mess. The skies everywhere were a dour shade of grey, and the flora and fauna were diseased and deathly. Everyone was frightened because they were without proper leadership. The loss of certain characters meant the end of hope.

The Fairy Godmother returned to a small clearing in the Enchanted Forest that was kept alive by the magic of herself and a few others. She stepped into a small hut and nodded slowly, "They will come. Of that, I have no doubt."

The Blue Fairy, the six Fairies that blessed Aurora, and even the one that was said to have cursed Beast, were all having dinner at a large round table. It wasn't anything special; just stew. "We'll see," one of the six Fairies scoffed. "We should still look for a way to break this curse. Just in case. Who'd want to return to this?"

The Blue Fairy laughed solemnly, "Ah, yes - that will be quite the dilemma. Won't it?"

The Fairy Godmother peered out of a window. The skies were clear here, but she could see the tendrils of dark light stretching slowly toward them. "Hope, ladies. Hope. It's the only thing we have left."

They would all agree to disagree. Some of them felt that these were the end of days, and others were more optimistic. However, they were all realistic. Realistically, life was hell in the Enchanted Realm - even for those that supposedly had their "Happy Endings" - whatever that meant. Life here was no storybook.


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Hugo had always done better following, so even though he was leading the dance, Liesl was really calling all the shots. He obediently twirled her when she pleased, and the two of them danced and flounced across the dance floor at her every whim. He was her man without reservation, at least until the song ended.

"A little dig in Adrien Duval's ego... Taking home his trophy?"

Yes, actually. Hugo would love that. There was an unspoken competition between the two of them: it was doubtful Adrien would say anything to him, but Hugo liked to try and see what ways he could show the man up, make him look lesser in some way. Sometimes he wondered which of them would come out on top had Duval moved into Hugo’s home turf instead of the other way around. It was an interesting thought, but ultimately not helpful.

When Liesl said she hadn’t noticed whether or not Adrien was watching, he had to raise an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure he believed that, but he also wasn’t about to call her out on it. Liesl did just about everything for attention, and he knew this was no different. "I actually enjoy your company. You're one of the few people in his horrid town that doesn't make me want to smash my head into a brick wall."

”Flatterer,” He spat back, without hesitation. It was playful, though. Flattery could get her anywhere and anything, and she knew it. But he enjoyed Liesl’s company more than that of most women: it was easier with her, but it was also just… Too easy with her. The chase wasn’t there. But the ease of access meant he didn’t have to pretend to be something he wasn’t; Liesl was just about the only person in town he could just be himself with. That, in itself, was a relief. ”Please don’t bash your head in,” He said, ”Then your beautiful face would exist only in my dreams, and I’d have no one to save me from Adrien’s weird power trip meltdowns at town-wide events.”

Seaking of Adrien, ”...it seems he's more worried about Trujillo.” Of course he was. Typical. Mister Duval couldn’t check his ego for one night, even if it meant bringing a weird energy to a fucking charity auction. "How long before he makes a move?"

”Who knows,” Hugo sighed, as if he weren’t utterly delighted that Adrien might cause some drama and embarrass himself, ”But he’d better do it soon, neither of them are getting any younger.” He leaned in to whisper in Liesl’s ear, ”Does it ever strike you as odd, how obsessed Adrien is? I swear, you could almost imagine they’re secretly in love.” He laughed softly and twirled Liesl before pulling her back to his chest, ”You’ll be my date at their wedding if they ever work it out, won’t you? I don’t think I could survive it without you.”

Of course, he knew that was as unlikely as he and Liesl deciding they believed in love and getting married.

But before long Mrs. Picket was doing her mic check, and their dance had to come to an end. Before they parted, Hugo gripped Liesl’s hand firmly, ”You’re not a trophy to be won, Liesl. You play the game, and you play it well.” He meant it, too. To him, Liesl didn’t lose any worth by sleeping around; she only proved to be adept at toying with men the way he toyed with women. Adrien and Ricardo may not have seen it that way, but Hugo appreciated what she could do. A gentle kiss on her hand, and Hugo bid her farewell. At least for the moment. He enjoyed her, but he had no

He listened to the weird speech, drank a little champagne, checked on the items he’d placed a bid on. He won the ring. Interesting, for all the talk of love and marriage, that he’d end up buying a ring that represented those things he didn’t even believe in.






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Ben didn’t particularly enjoy running into people, and he enjoyed it being literal even less. There were situations where he would certainly be furious about that, but this was at least partly his fault too, and this was a very public venue, so he decided to be gracious. "Sorry about that, man. I should be more careful. If I run you over, where the hell would I eat?”

Roman’s laugh, it seemed, was infectious. Ben couldn’t help but chuckle along, ”I suspect you’d starve. Probably could just pack up and move on, though I think the murder charge would follow you.” He shrugged, ”No harm done, though. You’ve not taken out my remaining arm, so business will carry on as usual.” He’d found, somewhere along the line, that joking about the arm gave him an upper hand of sorts. He liked to remind people he wasn’t fragile, even if they weren’t acting as if they thought he was.

"Purple is definitely your color,"

Ben didn’t often get genuine compliments. They were often actually Olive teasing him, or John being crass, or Peter trying to get him in bed. He didn’t quite know how to react. ”Oh. Thank you.” Was he supposed to offer a compliment back? That was how these things worked, he thought, but Roman moved on fluidly, as if he didn’t notice Ben looking like a fish out of water over a comment on the color of his tie.

"I was going to grab a refill, can I get you something?"

Ben leaned slightly to the side, glancing past Roman at the bar. The sight made him grimace; he hated wading through people. It was difficult, especially when he didn’t feel that he’d run into someone and had to go on explaining that he can’t feel his left hand. ”If you really don’t mind,” He said, sounding as relieved as he felt, ”I’ll take whiskey, or rum. So long as it’s strong, I don’t really care.” Did that make him sound like an alcoholic? He didn’t care, but he did wonder if Roman would reconsider his decision after hearing that.

There was a side of Ben that wanted to walk away while Roman went to get the drinks, but instead he waited patiently. Patience wasn’t one of Ben’s virtues, though, so he also uncomfortably bobbed about a bit. When Roman returned, Ben took the drink with a smile. ”Thank you,” He said, trying to let the sincerity show in his voice, ”I appreciate it.” He was used to being the one fetching drinks for people. Well, telling Liv to fetch drinks for people.

Ben wasn’t very good at small talk, never had been, really. So instead of normal small talk topics, he decided it was best to be blunt, ”I’m sorry if I’m being presumptuous, but I need to know. You don’t have an amputation fetish or anything, do you?” It seemed strange enough, but Ben had encountered that enough that he had to ask.

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"I suspect you’d starve. Probably could just pack up and move on, though I think the murder charge would follow you." Roman laughed at the comment. He stood out like a sore thumb, so he doubted he'd be able to get away with murder that easily. "No harm done, though. You’ve not taken out my remaining arm, so business will carry on as usual."

Roman chuckled, giving Ben a hearty pat on the shoulder. "Glad to hear it. I think everyone would run me out of Essex if I got too hangry," he jested.

"Oh. Thank you." Ben seemed a bit taken by surprise at the compliment. Some men always seemed a bit off put receiving compliments from another man, not that he seemed the type. Rome meant nothing by it aside from what he said. Ben looked good in purple. Men should be more comfortable complimenting each other more often. Women do it, why couldn't they?

"If you really don’t mind," Ben seemed relieved at his offer. "I’ll take whiskey, or rum. So long as it’s strong, I don’t really care."

"Sure thing."

Roman made his way towards the bar where a handful of people congregated. He couldn't help but hear the tail end of a conversation between Liv and two other men. It sounded like proposition of some kind. And while sex, nor a threesome, was explicitly said, he wasn't dumb and could connect the dots. It was none of his business what they do with their free time. Roman was more spiritual when it came to love or pleasures of the flesh. He was never one to judge someone based on their sexual appetite.

"Looking good gents," he said to the two men as he tried to slip past the group to reach the bar. "Liv, stunning as always." Roman flashed her a friendly wink before he turned his attention toward the bartender.

It didn't take Roman much longer to retrieve two whiskeys and return to Ben. He held out the drink, with a smile. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

Roman took a drink before responding. "No problem. People tend to move aside when I head their way." He laughed while taking another sip. He was a large man, but on top of that, he has been told, on more than one occasion, that his resting bitch face could be quite intimidating. It was never really his goal to intimidate anyone. Rome was really a lover not a fighter. But that didn't mean he couldn't break a couple bones if needed. There have been a handful of towns that weren't as friendly when it came to his arrival.

"I’m sorry if I’m being presumptuous, but I need to know. You don’t have an amputation fetish or anything, do you?"

Ben's question seemed to come out of left field and catch Roman off guard mid-drink. He coughed, nearly spitting out the whiskey. It took him a minute or two to compose himself. "No, man. I was just trying to make friendly conversation with one of the few faces I know. My intentions are pure," he concluded while holding up a hand in surrender.

He might have said something else, but before Roman could even part his lips to speak Mrs. Picket took center stage. With a smile towards his present company, he then turned to face the white haired woman as she addressed the crowd. "What a wonderful night. It's been lovely to see all these faces together in one spot." She began her long speech, the entire time Roman listened intently. His gaze might have drifted every now and then to gauge the crowd, but he was still focused on her words. It was a strange speech, speaking of hope and new beginnings. He hadn't been in Essex long to know what that might have meant, but something about her words clicked some strange sense of nostalgia inside him.

Roman stuck with his whiskey rather than taking the offered champagne. A toast was a toast after all. And he was trying to avoid mixing liquors as much as possible. When Mrs. Picket had finished, he clinked his glass against Ben's in a small cheers before downing whatever whiskey remained.

"Well, I have a restless dog who has probably half destroyed my van by now," Roman jested as he passed his empty glass off to a waiter. "I'll catch you and that sexy nub tomorrow." If his tone didn't express his sarcasm, then his teasing grin and playful pat on Ben's shoulder would show he was just joking around.

He started to make his way towards the auction tables but detoured to the food. The wait staff had begun cleaning up whatever remained, no doubt going to throw it out or donate it. He grabbed a napkin and wrapped up a burger that had long gone cold. It wasn't for him. Nan would whine for half of the night if he didn't bring her back something since he'd been gone so long. He tucked the food in his jacket pocket as he made his way over to the tables.

It seemed many people had the same idea, so Roman lingered towards the back of the crowd while others grabbed their winnings. Once there was a bit of a break he decided to snake his way past others. Already, half of the items that were laying out had been snatched up and taken away. He approached the table that held the Arabian oil lamp. His bid wasn't large, so he didn't expect to win the small lamp. But when his gaze fell to the small card in front of it, Rome scoffed in disbelief. "I'll be damned," he remarked under his breath.

As he reached out to the take the lamp, his gaze drifted over to his right. Roman saw two small hands reaching for a small ornate dagger with a matching sheath. His eyes trailed up the arms until he was met by a petite brunette, who stood nearly a foot shorter than him, in a tight black dress. "Handsome blade," he commented while pointing his free hand at the King's Blade. "Remind me never to piss you off." Then he smiled. It was a cute little smirk that came off charming, even if he didn't mean it to.

Roman nodded his head towards the woman in a silent gesture of farewell before he started heading toward the exit. Just before reaching the door he heard something crash to the ground, along with a women exclaiming, "Adrien!" He looked back toward the gathering just in time to see a Clark Kent looking man forcefully dragging a blonde past him and out the doors. He thought about stepping in, but another nicely dressed man was quick on their heels. Rome hesitated for a moment by the exit, but curiosity got the better of him and he stepped outside.

He couldn't hear the conversation between the two males, but he didn't need to. It looked like a standard pissing contest between two alphas by his own account. At one point the blonde ran past him into the City Hall and in that brief time she was gone, the men had started throwing punches. Everything escalated quickly until one of the men drew a gun. Normally, Roman wasn't the type to get involved, but he imagined that was the first time that cop ever had to draw his weapon and the one with the gun didn't look like he was going to back down.

Rome began to unbutton his cuffs as he started down the stairs, preparing to step in. The men were large and while Office Hughes wasn't a small man by any accounts, if the one with the gun turned his aggression on the cop, it'd go south quickly. He didn't want to get involved, but sometimes he couldn't help himself. It was some strange internal compass that always told him to help the little guy, sucker punch the abusive husband or stop muggers. Same day, another town... And then he'd have to be onto a new city by morning. Roman had already spent longer in Essex than he normally did in one place, he supposed it was about time for him to move on anyway.

Just as he reached the bottom step and began to roll up his sleeve, the man with the gun surrendered. Maybe it was his lucky day after all. Roman sighed softly and watched until the cop car drive off. He didn't linger, nor did he care to gossip about whatever transpired. So, with his oil lamp in hand and a burger in pocket, he made his way back to his van.

To no surprise, his van was right where he left it. The sounds of Road Runner and Nan's snores could be heard from several feet away. Not even the door opening stirred Nan. It wasn't until he pulled the beef patty out of his pocket that the dog finally woke with a big stretch. He let her out to stretch her legs and use the restroom as he climbed into the back and fell back onto his bed with a sigh. As Roman stared up at the ceiling, he slowly held up the oil lamp to study it. "What the hell was I thinking?" he scoffed, before setting it down on the small shelf beside him.

Once Nan was done, she wolfed down the burger and shoved her big furry butt in bed beside him. While she was fast asleep, his gaze remained fixed on the small Arabian lamp. Something... Something about it stirred in his gut. Part of him wanted to take the damned thing and toss it into the bay, while another thought no matter what, he could never be rid of it. He spent hours staring at it while listening to the roars of Nan's snoring. It was like he couldn't take his eyes off of it.




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"Please don’t bash your head in,” He said, ”Then your beautiful face would exist only in my dreams, and I’d have no one to save me from Adrien’s weird power trip meltdowns at town-wide events."

Liesl smirked with a playful roll of her eyes. "Now who is the flatterer?" she asked with a quirked brow. The pair moved about the dance floor, not paying much mind to others around them. But even while dancing, she couldn't help but noticed the flustered Adrien and comment on it.

"Who knows. But he’d better do it soon, neither of them are getting any younger." Liesl chuckled softly at the comment. Hugo wasn't wrong. Adrien and Ricardo have been at each other's throats for years, with no pay off. She liked to see them go at each other, at least once before she died. Hugo then leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Does it ever strike you as odd, how obsessed Adrien is? I swear, you could almost imagine they’re secretly in love."

The comment genuinely made her laugh, giggling as he twirled her around. When Liesl was pulled back to his chest, she hooked her arm back around his shoulders. "Thank god they can't procreate... Could you imagine the ego?"

"You’ll be my date at their wedding if they ever work it out, won’t you? I don’t think I could survive it without you."

"Well, of course. What kind of friend would I be if I made you suffer that alone?" Liesl smiled at the prospect of that wedding. It would be a train wreck that she'd happily attend.

Unfortunately, their dance was cut short when Mrs. Picket took the stage. Just before she began her speech, Hugo took Liesl's hands and left her with some parting words. "You’re not a trophy to be won, Liesl. You play the game, and you play it well." She smiled as he placed a kiss on her hand and parted ways. His words were kind, probably the nicest thing anyone has said about her in sometime. It was funny how the only people who seemed to see any worth in her were the ones similar to herself. It was a lonely bitter world, but she was thankful for the handful of people who didn't judge her... Even if that number dwindled.

Liesl was less than interested in the speech. She was more focused on getting a glass of champagne... or two. She didn't save the drink until the end for a toast, instead wondering about through the crowd drinking the glass's contents freely. At the mention of the bidding being closed, she started making her way toward the table. The old broad said something about their numbers being out to show who won, but she paid no mind to the card in front of the antique necklace. She saw what Adrien's bid was and knew damn well that there was no way someone offered higher.

She took the necklace into her palm and for a brief moment she paused. Liesl couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something... Something off. But either way, as quickly as the feeling came on, it left and she paid no mind to it. She had no shame in putting the necklace on as the toasts rang throughout the hall.

The night had come to an end, and, surprisingly, Liesl found herself absent a man on her arm. She contemplated sauntering her way back over to Adrien to see if he was a man of his word, but his attention was fixed elsewhere. He stormed across the hall toward no other than Lorelei. For whatever the man was, he lacked in tact. He made a scene in getting her attention and storming out. And while Liesl felt no sympathy for her sister, it was quite a turn off seeing that man lose his cool so easily. That was something Ricardo had seemed to excel at in comparison.

Liesl didn't pay any mind to Adrien's outburst... that was until Ricardo beelined for the exit after them. Was this the moment the feud finally boiled over? Unlike others who might have lingered or been a little more subtle with their curiosity, Liesl wasted no time. Her footsteps quickened as she made her way to the door. She slowed only for a second as she walked past Hugo. "Looks like your wish might come sooner than you thought." She took his hand in hers and hurried them both outside.

Their timing couldn't have been better. It seemed the moment they exited the City Hall, Ricardo threw the first punch. While others might have watched in horror, Liesl found it all quite interesting. "I always thought Adrien would be the one to make the first move," she whispered to Hugo, keeping her gaze fixated on the fight ahead. And while the fighting was one thing, she never expected Adrien to pull out a gun. That was mad, even for him. "Spoke too soon..." she mumbled under her breath.

Luckily or unluckily, she hadn't quite decided, Office Hughes showed up diffusing the situation. For a moment Liesl thought Adrien might have gone through with it, but in the end, he was packed into a cop car and driven off. She couldn't help but scoff at the strange turn of events the night had taken.

She slowly looked back towards Hugo with a surprised expression. "I'm glad I didn't place a bet," she teased with a soft laugh. With a sigh, she slowly started to descend the stairs. "Looks like I'll be spending my night alone..." Liesl stopped halfway down to look back over her shoulder toward Hugo. "Unless you wanted some company?"

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Hugo Lund
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prince charming
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Hugo had just been contemplating his prospects for the night when Liesl quite literally grabbed him by the hand and said, "Looks like your wish might come sooner than you thought." Hugo didn’t object to being pulled along out the doors, though he did manage to sputter out a dumb, ”What?” As they went.

Liesl didn’t have to explain. There were Ricardo and Adrien, duking it out. Over something stupid and inconsiquential, no doubt. "I always thought Adrien would be the one to make the first move,"

Hugo had to agree, Adrien was hot-headed and stupid. ”Guess Ricardo is just more of a romantic.” He delivered the line flatly, but internally he really thought it was hilarious. He thought he was just the funniest person in the room… Parking lot.

The running commentary between the two of them was cut rather short when Adrien pulled out a gun. Hugo wasn’t sure how concerned he should be, but it wasn’t pointing in his direction yet. ”Well… What is Adrien compensating for there?”

But Hughes cut all the fun short. Hugo really would have liked to see what Adrien was really capable of. "I'm glad I didn't place a bet," Hugo snorted and shook his head. Truly, they could have made some money there if they’d had time to start taking bets. Adrien might have even been proud of the enterprise. Alas, they’d never know.

”My money would have been on Ricardo. My father always bet on the wild card.” And now he’s dead. Maybe Hugo shouldn’t try to follow in his footsteps after all.

"Looks like I'll be spending my night alone… Unless you wanted some company?” The sultry expression on Liesl’s face was truly enough to get any hot-blooded man’s heart racing. Truly, she was a temptress for the ages. Hugo smiled at her, charming, bright; no trace of the man who would use her up and send her out without a moment’s hesitation.

”You know there’s always room for you in my bed.” Straight to the point- there was no use beating around the bush, after all. They both knew what they wanted and what they’d get out of this.

Then John Waldmann was there, getting right in the middle of their business. "Not how I would choose to end a night of festivities but the wealthy and powerful sure know how to spice up a party." Hugo smiled politely, but had to fight to keep from rolling his eyes as John turned to talk to Liesl. He shot a bright grin at John when he smiled at him, looking every bit like he was thrilled that John was there. Never show your cards.






Ben Thompson
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captain hook
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"No, man. I was just trying to make friendly conversation with one of the few faces I know. My intentions are pure," Ben nodded. He believed Roman. It was just surprisingly common, and while he didn’t want to get into the scores of weird messages he’d received since the amputation, he did feel almost like he owed the man some sort of explanation, but Mrs. Picket began speaking before he got the chance, so it was destined to remain a mystery.

Ben frowned at the speech. It was very strange, and he was glad to have a nice stiff drink to accompany it. Ben was taken a little off guard by Roman clinking his glass against his own, but smiled a little at the gesture regardless. He nodded in understanding as Roman said he had to get going, citing a dog to return to. Ben couldn’t imagine living in a van with a dog, but to each his own. "I'll catch you and that sexy nub tomorrow."

Ben nodded, pure and complete stoicism on his face. ”Of course. I expect to see you first thing, I’ll save you a table, scrounge up some candles, even.” He smiled, and passed his empty glass off to a waiter before grabbing a champagne flute- he didn’t know if it had gone untouched or just unfinished, but he didn’t care- and downing it’s contents before heading to see if he’d won anything he’d bid on.

And of course it was the watch. He stared at it for a long moment, turning it over in his hand, opening it to look at the face. What the hell was he going to do with a damn pocket watch? He pocketed the thing and decided to go home to do a little more drinking. Couldn’t hurt, he only had to be awake at 4:30 the next morning.

He did take a longer route home, passing by the river on his way. He pulled the watch out of his pocket then, staring out at the water as he turned it in his good hand. A large part of him wanted to throw it into the water. Some small unknown something, buried deep down, wouldn’t let him. Instead he went home, had a few beers, and sat quietly on the floor. He’d created a lonely life for himself, full of isolation and anger. These moments of self-awareness weren’t something he liked, but he would bet real money that Dr. Fines would tell him it was a step towards doing something about it or… Something. He didn’t care.

He let his head loll back against the wall, staring straight up at the ceiling. He should have stayed home. Going to that auction was a mistake. He looked down and picked up the pocket watch from it’s spot on the ground between his legs. Panic filled his heart as he activated the mechanism to open the face- it was broken. He knew it was broken. He could see that it was broken. But he swore he could hear it.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tic-

He threw the thing across the room. He was losing it, or he’d had too much to drink. He’d… He’d go to sleep, maybe visit Fines in the morning if he wasn’t feeling better. Yeah. That was a good idea.