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text || chrysta
text || chrysta
text || javi
“Yep! Don’t worry, I’m not offended. I’m not one of those people who would flip out because you don’t know, it’s quite nice really. I certainly don’t mind it. Fighting? See, I don’t really watch that.” Aurora nodded, “Well, I don’t judge but I’m in a great position where I go to lots of different cities for work.”
“I’m sure it is. Having that many eyes on you makes it difficult to get alone time sometimes. Do you even get alone time? I’m almost surprised you don’t have the paparazzi on you right now. Oh, well, yeah. I’m a fighter so of course I would be into those things. You not being into those things makes sense.” He shrugged. “Nice. Where have you been?”
“Well, that’s really not the same for me. Well, those people are probably brave, which makes them stupid. I certainly wouldn’t mess with me.”
“So it does take a lot for you to dislike people then? I’m shocked. Brave, stupid. It’s the same thing around here.”
imessage ⇒ marco
imessage ⇒ marco
imessage ⇒ marco
imessage ⇒ marco
imessage ⇒ marco
imessage ⇒ marco
“Yeah, but let’s be fair here, most of the time someone says they’ll do something, it’s all bullshit. I mean, you word practically means shit in this town. But it’s good to see it obviously means something to you, or you wouldn’t have come.” Tino chuckled a bit at Marco’s next question. “This place is all right. Not my favorite place, but it’s all right. Plus, my guys and I hang out here a lot.” The mob boss gave a small shrug as he explained. “Oh yeah? Where would you have picked? These kinds of places are just easier to talk our kinda business, if you know what I mean.”
"You surround yourself with untrustworthy people then. When I say I'm gonna be somewhere, I'm gonna be there. Then again, I guess I've had my fair share of people I don't really like so my word shouldn't mean shit to them." Grabbing the next drink from the bartender, he nodded slowly. "Really? I'll remember that next time you want to talk business. Next thing I know, you're telling me to meet you at a strip club I ain't interested in." He gave a dry smile to show he was only fucking with him. "I'm from East LA. I only know back alleys and shit. I guess. Speaking of, what did you want to tell me about?"
“Do you think people can fly?” It was obvious Lennox had already had a bit too much to drink, if her slurred words and glazed eyes were anything to go by – plus there she was, barefoot and on her tiptoes, standing on a bench, half empty bottle in hand. One wrong placement of her foot and she’d fall, yet the brunette couldn’t help it – thankfully, it wouldn’t be too big of a fall if it were to happen. “Do you think— if I jump, will I grow wings and fly?”
Marco had just been sitting on a bench when the brunette hopped up onto it. He couldn't help but laugh at her questions. "You're standing on a bench, honey. Ain't no way you're gonna fly from that height. You're just gonna either face plant or land on your feet depending on how you jump."