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Elias grunts to himself, keeping his mouth sealed. He was already on edge, he wasn’t looking to be fucked with. And yet, here Ryder was testing his already thin patience. It was only a matter of time before someone got the bite of it and yet, he held it in, not willing himself into getting into it with the kid. “Watch it,” he reminds him. Had Ryder said similar shit to anyone else, he might be seeing himself flying through one of the fucking windows. Shaking his head, the Vice President rubs his temples. “Nothing new. Just the cops poking their heads around just waiting for us to make a move,” Elias explains. He’s just waiting until he can speak with the rest of the the higher ups to make sure that they can make the right moves– moves that won’t land all of them in federal prison begging to see the daylight. “Probably a good time to get out of town. Means one less person I gotta worry about mouthing off to the cops,” Elias adds with a sarcastic grin.

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An eyebrow arched up as Ryder held up a hand half heartedly. “Consider it watched,” Honestly, he was asking for it. The younger man has been on edge too much lately and maybe a fight is what he needed to get it out of his system - but with everything going on he had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t walk out of that fight as unscathed as he thinks. Elias is under a lot of pressure, and based on the way he was moving around the room, that pressure was getting to him. Ryder tabled the rest of his comments though, knowing he didn’t need any enemies right now. Scoffing, the newer club member rolled his eyes. “Eh, I have so much more to mouth off to the cops about. Could go on about the explosion ruining some sort of significant landmark or something.” He was almost positive there was no historical importance to where they stashed their guns, but enough people found that topic boring enough that oftentimes people took his word for it. It’s led to very interesting responses. “What would our next move be anyways, did anything make it out?”

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Leo and Dinah, admittedly were not on the best of terms. However, he’s not looking to go and spill his guts to everyone. People already could visibly see the tension between them, considering it’s been probably one of the most potent things in Leo’s life since he took a cut a year ago. They ebb’ed and flowed through a series of highs and lows– now just happened to be a new low. So maybe he has been avoiding the bar a bit more than usual but he wasn’t about to admit to it. That’d only mean that Dinah won. “Been busy. I’ve been seeing someone,” he shrugs, sipping on the beer. That wasn’t a total lie. He’s been seeing Nadia– or rather getting called for late night visits and spending probably too much time with her, knowing the consequences. “Leo Land’s been quiet. Spending the holidays with the family, working, fucking around. What about Wells World?” Leo smirks at his own cleverness, staring down at the bottle in front of him as he pulls out a cigarette from the pack, sticking it between two eager lips.

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It was a good thing it was slow, considering that Wells’ replacement hasn’t turned up yet, and Dinah was probably tied up with the boys. But now that he was back here, he figured he could pick up a few extra minutes of work. Blue eyes stayed trained on Leo as he took a wad of cash from someone in exchange for a shot of Jack. Waggling blonde eyebrows, Wells grinned. “Oh? We’re seeing someone?” Popping the top off a Corona bottle on the side of the chipped bar top - sorry Dinah - he refilled a regular without having to be reminded and then slid back to be in front of Leo. “Well, who is it? Tell me everything.” Elbow on the counter, chin in his palm, he waited. Wells liked hearing about his friends' lives, he liked knowing they were going well and the people he cared about were doing good things. “You get them somethin’ nice for Christmas?” 

Fingers drummed against his lips as he stifled a laugh. “Wells World sounds good…or would Grant Galaxy sound better?” Fishing in his pocket for his zippo, Wells slid it across to the biker. “Nah Galaxy doesn’t roll off the tongue as much,” Answering his own question, the blonde shrugged. “Oh y’know. The same. Apparently lonlier than Leo Land, but not much you can do about that.”

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“Hey, I’m not one to judge people’s kinks. I’ll wear a Bluey costume if it means I’m going to be getting paid. Not that I wouldn’t cringe the whole time– but I would look good in that color,” she shrugs, ducking into the fridge to grab out a soda and reaching into a cabinet for a glass. Sky looks at the can for a moment and her nails and then Wells. “Can you open that up for me? I’ll get your cash,” she offers, figuring that he would want it before Diego needed anything else. She scurries back out to her bag, having forgotten to pull out some cash for him. Looking through the decent wad of dollar bills, looking for the twenties and tens from the dances, Sky pulls a few and brings them back to Wells. “Here. And the little extra is for next time I’m running a little short. Sound good?” she asks.

You scratch my back, I scratch yours. That’s always been how Sky has made it. She’s constantly looking for ways to make a little extra without ending up too far in the deep end. Noted though that Wells could take food for babysitting, at least sometimes. She’ll be sure to make some extra enchiladas with her mom over the holidays and shove them in the freezer for later. “You shouldn’t have agreed to that. My mom’s a mean cook– both mean and a good cook,” she smirks. Getting back to her soda, she dumps it into the glass, looking up at Wells. “Just trying to make sure this Christmas is a good one for Diego. He’s going to start remembering these ones, you know? You doing anything for the holidays? Working? I hear bartenders make good tips for the holidays.”

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Pulling a face, the blonde tilted his head to the side. Mouth open - waiting for his brain to compose the jumble of thoughts in his head at the idea of a Bluey stripper performance. “Would…would that count as beastiality?” He asked, grabbing the can from the woman and popping the tab on it. “You know what…I don’t love the image that that’s putting in my mind let’s never think that again.” Wells was never one to say no to extra cash, and he was never going to pass judgement on someone who came up short. He had many a night where his dinner was a spoonful of peanut butter, and he wasn’t raising a kid. “Works for me,” the bartender said, shoving the wad of cash into his wallet. Glancing up, he gave Sky a crooked grin. “All the best cooks are mean,” He said, jumping to sit on the counter of the island. 

When he was a kid his grandparents used to tease him, saying he just wanted to be tall - but then his growth spurt hit him like a ton of bricks, but the urge to jump onto countertops never went away. A lot of the time he had to hunch to avoid hitting himself with the corners of cabinets, but right now he leaned his shoulder against the wall beside him and watched the woman while also cutting blue eyes to the living room to make sure Diego was staying out of trouble. “Yeah he said he’s very excited about Santa - we got some extra special baby carrots for Rudolph earlier.” The holidays were always a quiet affair with Wells. He loved giving gifts, but with his parents traveling as much as they did while he was growing up, a lot of his holiday was spent on the phone. His grandparents and aunts and uncles always made sure he had good Christmases, but he didn’t have a ton of traditions that felt like his own. “Yeah gunna pick up at least one shift. Dinah’s got all her brother’s y’know? My parents are…going through the Drake Passage last I heard. Gunna see Antartica. Told ‘em it was the wrong pole but if they wanna freeze their asses and not even see Santa, that’s on them.”

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“Oh all the time,” Wells answered Miguel’s question as he put two empty glasses on the bar top and started to grab liquor bottles from the shelf behind him. Blond head angled toward the man, the bartender raised an eyebrow. “Unfortunately for you, man,” he continued as he started combining liquids “the stereotype is guys buying drinks for girls to hit on them - so if anything, there are people waiting on you to buy them a drink.” Pouring the drink he mixed into the two glasses, the younger man paused. “Unless…you flirtin’ with me, Miguel?” Wells asked on a chuckle. “Y’really hitting on your babysitter?”

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Running into Wells at Zodiac, well if he could even call running into considering that younger kid worked there, was enough for Miguel to try and get a few shots on the house. Wells babysat for his son which meant that he trusted the younger man with his life, considering that Diego was his whole life. When there was no one bothering the blonde at the bar, he finally went up to go talk to the other man. “Do people really pay for someone else’s shots to flirt with them? Because I’d like to know where those people are at the moment,” He acknowledged, before saying what he wanted, “Can I get two kamikazes?”  

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Leo watches Wells as he reappears behind the bar, telling the older man that he was done for the night. With the grumble that the man was speaking under his breath, Leo half-chuckles. “Watch that dirty little mouth, Roger. You know better than that,” he reminds him. While Wells was the bartender, Leo was the regular around here for about as long as Dinah had control of the bar. Leo was ready to go toe to toe with an old rotting man, no problem. The Prospect cut is just in his truck, he’ll be sure to pop that on too. “Yeah, old mines are unstable like that, huh?” the man replies. Moving on from a conversation that’s way over Well’s paygrade and even over Leo’s head, beyond him knowing that the whole Club was zipping things up tight, he shakes his head as he grabs the beer. “Uh-uh. I didn’t say I was hiding from D. I said I didn’t want her knowing or thinking that I was behind her bar. It’s different. I don’t hide from her.”

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Blue eyes narrowed at Roger as he apparently muttered something about the blonde as he was getting Leo a beer. He hasn’t cared about what some of these regulars said about him when the beer stopped flowing for them for a long time. They can get as mad as they want, they almost never remember. But it was nice to have backup there in the form of Leo, who would help if Roger tried to jump over the bar again. Wells could handle him, but sometimes he just didn’t want to. Roger went back to watching TV and the bartender dropped a coaster in front of Leo and then set the glass on top. “Okay well, excuse me then.” Leaning his elbows on the bar top, eyebrows raised as he looked around the bar. “Haven’t seen you around lately is all. Didn’t know if somethin’ was goin on. But if you say it’s not - fill me in on what’s been goin’ down in Leo Land.”

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Obviously she has heard about the explosion. It’s been the talk of the town since it had happened, though no one seems to really know anything about it. Gia has her suspicions, figures it has to have something to do with the seedier parts of Blackstone but she knows better than to say anything about it. And besides, aside from some family members wearing the clubs patches, it has nothing to do with her. It’s better to keep her mouth shut and go about business as normal, which is how she prefers it anyways. Besides, the explosion had been so far out of town that she hadn’t even felt the blast where she was. Her little apartment above her little shop nestled in the middle of the little town had been safe and sound, leaving her without any urgency to reach out to anyone because she just knew her people were all fine. 

When Wells comes storming into the store, she’s sitting behind the counter, hunched over a dowsing chart with an amethyst pendulum dangling between her fingers. She jumps out of her concentrated state, the crystal and chain cluttering to the ground when Wells grabs her shoulders. “Dude,” she blinks hard twice, brows furrowing as he practically shakes her before tilting her face. “You broke my trance.” She huffs, as if it’s some great inconvenience he’s caused her — and it kind of is. One of her regulars is in the middle of a midlife crisis and had called about an hour ago asking about her life path and Gia had been in the middle of consulting the universe. She told her she’d call her back by the end of the day. She can tell by his voice that he isn’t as nonchalant about the explosion as she is, and lets him move to tilt her face even if she thinks it’s unneeded. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was here when it happened so like… way out of the blast or whatever. You texted me? I think my phone’s upstairs.” 

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In the moments after he realized that she was fine and Gia confirmed that the explosion was too far from town for her to be hurt, Wells realized just how close he was to the woman. His fingers were pressed against the soft skin of her chin, their faces so close together it wouldn’t even be hard to - no. Dropping his hand from her face, the blonde tried to shake the goosebumps off him as he ducks down to hopefully hide the blus warming his cheeks. Breaking the eye contact he started, he sighed. “Sorry…you said I broke your trance? What are you trancin’ about?” Wells really had no concept of the mechanics of what Gia did from day to day. Half of it went over his head, and some of it he really didn’t believe in, but it made Gia happy, so Wells listened when she talked. “Or is that a sort of…psychic patient confidentiality?” 

Leaning against the counter, he was flipping a pink crystal around his hand as he looked at Gia’s set up. Blue eyes cut back to the woman as Wells felt his ears get warmer as he realized he had to admit just thow many times he reached out to Gia before showing up. “Three times. Called once. In my defense, I thought you were dead.” Looking down at the rock that Gia claimed had healing properties in his hands, the corner of his sketchbook on the floor caught his eye. “Oh…I did come here for a real reason…” Grabbing the book he set it on the counter. “Your Christmas present is in there. Or did you know that already?” He asked with a wink.

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Sky hated when she had to make the calls around to everyone to try and find a sitter. She hated– hated– depending on people and she hated that when the money was right, she had to. And to pick up another shift right before the holidays would mean that Diego could get one more toy for Christmas or she could get her car fixed. Either way, it was necessary. She’s been hoping for some sort of Christmas miracle for the night and then it came. Sky had managed to make enough money to both things– she’d done the math– and she’d be in a good place for the rest of the month, not even having to be too late on rent. 

So when she walks in the door, she’s got a big smile on. It’s for the money but it’s also for Diego, who’s excited for all of three seconds about his mother’s arrival, showing off his artwork before he immediately goes back to the TV. Bluey always got him. “Thanks for watching him. And making that drawing. I really appreciate it,” she greets, taking off her jacket and dropping her bag with a thud. That bag contains her whole world between the sky high heels, her makeup bag and her outfits– and now a wad of cash. “I made a lot more than I was thinking I would which means I can finally get my car fixed and there’s a little something in it for Diego too,” she grins, moving toward her son to give him a kiss on the cheek (although he’s oblivious to it) before moving to the kitchen to join Wells. “It’s kind of nice knowing that when I shake my ass in a Mrs. Klaus outfit I can get tips raining down. It’s kinda perv-y but it means I don’t have to bribe you with food instead of pay to watch my kid again some other time. – And I probably shouldn’t tell you that. Please don’t quit babysitting for me.”

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Wells never really saw this many kids in his future when he was setting his life goals. In college, the goal was immediately go into a DC comics office, or the Marvel HQ and be offered a job, so how realistic was he, really? But in general he had a nice time at the after school program he helped with at the community center and babysitting was an easy way for him to have an extra few bucks in his pocket, so his life could be worse. Watching Diego run back to Bluey, as if he hadn’t seen this episode nine times before as Sky joined him in the kitchen. “Y’know - not gunna knock it since it obviously got you a lot of money tonight…but how can guys who find a Mrs Claus strip tease sexy watch a Christmas movie with their kids again?” Setting the animated plastic plates Diego ate off of earlier on the drying rack, the blonde made himself snort at the idea. 

The snort turned into a laugh as Sky pleaded with him not to quit. “Hey - you bribe me with food and I don’t have to cook for myself for at least a few days. Just as good as cash most of the time.” Winking at the woman beside him, Wells leaned against the counter, the dish towel over his shoulder as if he was behind the bar. “Anything else eventful goin on with your life besides Mrs. Claus pervs?”

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School is the last place that Becky wants to be right now. Honestly, sometimes she feels like she shouldn’t be here at all — she definitely doesn’t feel qualified most days. Teaching was one of the last things that she wanted to do when she got her degree, but she finds, most days, she doesn’t hate it. It kind of reminds her of nannying but on an obviously larger scale (with a substantial pay cut, as much as she hates to admit it) and she mostly just does art with the kids all day. It could always be worse, though she isn’t sure she sees herself doing this long-term. For now it’s good. She’s anxious to get to her holidays though, hastily throwing some papers that need grading into a file folder to take home with her and working to clean up the holiday decor in the art classroom slash studio she resided in. 

She hadn’t been expecting Ryder to show up today, though maybe it shouldn’t be a surprise. It’s a habit he has picked up since moving to town, but it would be a lie to say that Rebecca knew how to respond to it. Their history is complicated at best. Becky’s pretty sure she’s been in love with him since they were teenagers and when it seemed like they had finally managed to get on the same page and be something real…. well, apparently they weren’t on the same page at all. So she had done what any rational twenty-five year old woman would do and skipped town. She hadn’t expected him to show up in Blackstone a year later. Hadn’t expected to have to relearn navigating a friendship with someone who were in love with. But they had been friends long before they had been anything else, so with a little time she had managed to pull it together. 

She shrugs at his statement. “Free coffee is free coffee,” she states. She did get an absurd amount of gift cards from her students, but this was one less that she actually had to spend, so she’ll take it. She sips her coffee before moving to tug down the last piece of red glittering garland above her blackboard and shoving it haphazardly into a box to reuse next year. “I dunno how free I really am. I still have about twenty projects I need to grade, but… At least I can do that from home, right?”  She gives him a once over, looking for any sign of serious injury. Officially, the explosion at the mines has nothing to do with the club but Becky knows better. It would be a lie to say she hadn’t been worried about him since she’d heard about it, but what little bit of pride she has left when it comes to Ryder kept her from reaching out immediately. “Heard about the mine,” she mentions casually because it’s just the two of them here now. “Glad you weren’t there.” What was she thinking earlier about pride? 

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Being friends with Becky was usually easy. He had convinced himself that she was better off without being romantically attached to him, and that this being friends thing was fine. But then there were these quiet moments, when the club member stopped by to just say hi to the woman and she hadn’t noticed him yet. The way the sun was hitting her hair, how she moved around the classroom, lighting it up the way she does all the rooms she’s in. It was moments like that he had to physically stop himself from going over and kissing her senseless. As if the past year hadn’t happened. But it did. And they aren't together anymore. So all the man could do was walk over and hold a hand out, silently offering to hold things that she was removing from her walls as she moved around. “At least they’re kinda fun to look at right?” He asked, blue eyes narrowing at a drawing that was marked as a self portrait but was colored in green. “They sick that day? Or was this an artistic liberty?” 

The mention of the mine explosion made him glance away from the art on the walls to the woman beside him. He didn’t really want to show his hand right now, didn’t want to tell her that he had driven by her place to make sure she was okay after he heard about it. Even if the mine was far away from the town, Ryder’s been involved in too much not to just assume that the explosion could’ve been a distraction from something else. “Yeah - wild shit right?” He opted for instead. Safe. Casual. Friend stuff. “Thought I left all the excitement in Olympus y’know?” Snorting a little bit, the historian shrugged. “Gunna have a lot of the club distracted for the holidays - so I’m probably going to be all on my own. Y’got any plans?”

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As the moments tick by, Dinah reminds herself that Wells is very rarely, if ever, late. And it isn’t as if she needs him right now anyways. There are all of four people in the bar right now, it isn’t like she’s tripping over herself to keep the beers pouring. Still, she’s wound tightly right now. Between the explosion at the mines and her fights with both Leo and Cade — two people she rarely butts heads with — she feels a little bit like she is losing any control she has over her life. And she has very little control in the first place, so that’s saying something. Just as she’s getting ready to call the blonde and tear him a new asshole, he comes skidding into the bar, Styrofoam container held out as a peace offering. 

She weighs her options for a moment, but ultimately the fact that she is fucking starving wins. “You’re lucky I haven’t eaten since this morning,” she settles on, grabbing her container and popping it open. “Don’t make it a habit.” Really, what’s she going to do? Fire him? She barely has any staff as is. But the kid doesn’t need to know that. “I like The Bunny Trail,” she shrugs, swatting his feet off the fridge as she walks by for a plastic utensil. Their food definitely isn’t great, but it’s close and it’s cheap and Dinah has sure as hell had worse. “They’re good, I guess. Isaiah is in his teen angst phase right now, so I’m just waiting that out.” She pops a french fry in her mouth before refilling a regular’s empty glass. “You been good?”

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“Woudn’t dream of it,” Wells assured. He liked Dinah - working for her had been one of the easiest jobs he’s had and not because he was just pouring drinks. She was fun to talk to, which meant the idea of him letting her down hit him in the gut a little too hard. “The Bunny Trail has some pretty good food right?” The blonde said, swatting Roger’s hand away as he tried to steal a french fry. The regular huffed and turned around to continue his conversation about the explosion that was days ago. Glancing at his boss, Wells swallowed his mouthful of food before nodding toward the regulars. “Y’hear some of their theories about this shit? What’dya think happened?” Some of the guys that hung around here in hopes to catch Dinah’s eye were club members so maybe she had heard something. Because at this point, Wells was sure that this was something to do with them.

Wincing a little bit, the blonde shook his head at the thought. “Teenage angst doesn’t sound like a fun time for bystanders…good to see you’re surviving though.” Jumping down from his perch to refill a beer, Wells hummed. “Been alright - babysitting for extra cash, making a portfolio…spent all night working on a design idea for a gift. Y’know how it is.”

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PTA-mobile. Jesus Christ. This is where he ended up. Once upon a time, before Spencer, or at least before her having such an impact on him– he had been solely driving his bike and fucking around with the guys. Now, he’s always trying to think seven steps ahead for the Club, his family, and the balance he tries to hold between them. A balance that’s quickly falling apart, now that the explosion has shaken things up. “Call my Jeep,” he starts, thinking of his all blacked out Jeep, “a PTA-mobile again and I’ll slash your bike tires,” he assures Ryder. 

Elias smiles though, thinking about Bill’s tactics. He’s an older man just trying to look like he’s got his hot pants on and that he isn’t the creepy old man in the Clubhouse. One of these days they all would be. “I don’t know if you know this but there was an explosion. That’s going to be my main focus for the foreseeable future– Christmas or not. My kids are off the whole Santa thing anyway. I’ll enjoy the shot bottles though after we get this shit under wraps,” he nods. Elias looks like the stress is getting to him and it is. The lack of sleep and the constant racing thoughts meant Elias was irritable and short, not at all like his normal self, he’d like to think. However, that’s not wholly true. Elias is known for being a quiet force, awaiting detonation. “Hope you can get out to Louisiana though. It’s a good time to get out of here. Don’t know if you’ve been out there but the cops are all over this shit.”

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Pointing at Elias, Ryder raised an eyebrow. He was toeing the line, he knew that much, but he really never knew when to stop. “Were there at any point, car seats in your Jeep? Because if the answer was yes, I’ve got some bad news, dude.” The all black Jeep in the makeshift parking lot at the clubhouse was nice as hell, Ryder will admit that, but the look on the Vice President’s face made the broken grin on Ryder’s face grow wider. “Oh no shit?” The newest member of the charter asked, rolling his eyes. He was hyper aware of the explosion. Between the thousands of texts he got, the police crawling everywhere or the way the sound had set his tinnitus off in a way that kept him rattled for hours. 

“I’m not blind,” Grumbling a little bit, Ryder shifted his web browser to a search screen to see if anyone had been talking about the explosion. From what the man overheard in the lobby of his apartment building, not a lot of people have clocked that it was club associated. There were whispers - of course there were - but no one knew for sure. “Yeah I’ve seen them,” He hummed. “Nothin’ new though, right?” He wasn’t sure how much action this charter has seen, but memories of raids and innocent people getting arrested in Louisiana came to mind. “Would be nice to get out there for my birthday, but I’m not holdin’ out too much hope.” There was also the chance his father was lurking waiting for him to come back - and there was absolutely no shot in hell Ryder would take that chance. Shutting his laptop, the club member looked at his Vice President. “What still needs to be done?”

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Leo found himself drinking at Dinah’s bar more often than not. Considering he happens to be related to her and the bar is well-known to host the Primordials, Leo isn’t an unknown face in the sea. Especially to Wells. Since the new arrival of the new bartender, Leo’s found Wells growing on him. He feels like an old friend– or maybe another little brother to add to the pile of them he had. Still, it was a little weird to be called ‘little brother’ by anyone besides Dinah. “Not your brother,” he reminds him, a small smile cracking on his face anyway. “It’s alright. I wasn’t looking for her. I was looking for a beer,” he replies. Leo and Dinah were still on the outs– even if they still spent Christmas acting like there was nothing wrong. Leo was letting it go though, knowing that there’s only a small amount of a lag before they would argue again. “If you wouldn’t mind? Dinah has spidey-sense for when I sneak back there and she gets pissed. You guys have a good shift?”

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“Yeah and ain’t that a shame for you,” Wells said, shutting the sketchpad in front of him, already giving up on the task at hand. He had a shiny new distraction, and apparently some drama to dig into, the drawings could wait. “Can jump behind the bar for you, you got one in mind or - no, Roger, I’m not talkin’ to you,” Rolling his eyes at Leo as a regular tried passing Wells his empty beer glass to refill, the blonde took it and dumped it in the sink. “You’re cut off man,” Setting a glass of water in front of the older man, Wells’ blue eyes cut back to Leo. “Shift was fine - boring. Been a lot of talk about the explosion,” A curious gaze flicked over the vest - a cut, he had called it before - Leo was wearing. Wondering if he knew what had happened. “Why you hidin’ from your sister in her own bar though? You crash her car or somethin’?”

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Club parties were, apparently, the same at every charter. It was a relief to Ryder when he moved down here, to have a part of home with him, but he was never a party type of person. Really, he came down to them to make appearances, to prove he existed in some ways. But the music was so loud it was rattling his brain, so he did what he did at all these parties; leaned his deaf side against the wall and watched until he recognized someone enough to start a conversation or leave. 

He had been checking his phone when a voice made blue eyes raise. Ryder couldn’t tell you what have the names of the sirens were here - but her face looked familiar. Glancing at the empty plastic cup in his hand, the historian shrugged. “I guess I do.” He said, nodding toward the bar. “I’ll get it. You want one?” Ryder’s terse words had nothing to do with this woman personally. He was just simply not a people person.

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This is new territory for her. June is officially out of her element. She’s never been a wallflower. But she’s also never been to a biker gang’s clubhouse before. All of her friends from The Rabbits Tail have draped themselves over their chosen members, abandoning her in a room full of dangerous looking strangers with guns. 

And June knows she looks like fresh blood in the water. Unattended men glance her way with hungry eyes. She just needs one to pick her, like the last puppy waiting to be adopted at the pound. And until then, she hugs the wall, clings to a beer until she spots a man standing on his own. Fine. She’ll make her own move. 

“Hi.” June sidles up to a man looking as likely as she feels. “You look like you need a drink,” she offers, even though she has no idea where she could get one for him.

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— who: Wells & Gia — where: Hex, the day after the explosion

"G?” He had to slow himself down as he flung open the door to the store. Memories of days he’s come crashing in and had to spend an hour helping rearrange crystals he knocked over kept Wells in check, even though his heart was in his throat. He had been driving when the explosion happened. Exhausted from work, he hadn’t been able to tell the direction it was coming from - just that there was a blast, his truck started shaking and he had to pull over until he stopped shaking. The rattling in his brain didn’t go away until Wells woke up that morning - and in his exhausted haze he thought it was a dream until he got messages from others in town. The explosion was real. Everyone was checking in with each other and Wells sent out some check in texts with those who haven’t. 

One person still hadn’t answered. Gia. The one that Wells kept refreshing his phone for, was taking her sweet ass time answering him.  Usually, that didn’t matter. But his constantly racing mind was thinking of all the worst case scenarios as to why she wasn’t texting him back. His research about the explosion got derailed by friends and family asking if he was alright, so he didn’t fully know what blew up - for all he knew it was a building. His hair was still wet and flopping into his eyes as he shoved his feet into shoes and ran straight to Hex, where he knew she would be. Walking through the shelves of things that had uses that Wells never fully grasped, he finally spotted a familiar mess of curls behind the counter. “Christ, Gia,” Wells said, dropping the sketch pad he forgot he brought with him and grabbing her shoulders. “When a guy texts you asking if you died in an explosion, a text back would’ve been nice.” Two fingers grabbed her chin, tilting her face to see if there were any injuries that he might not have seen. “You good?”

[lcsingmyhead]

@thegreatwcr​​

— who: Wells & Leo — where: Zodiac, an hour after Wells’ shift.

Wells doesn’t hang out at the bar after his shift too often when he had the afternoon shift. The regulars weren’t drunk enough to buy him shots yet, and half the time he had to run out for whatever odd job he was doing. At least today he didn’t have to be somewhere else, considering his truck crapped out on him again in the parking lot. Really, he could fix this himself, but with the last of the dust from the blown up mountain in the air and the fact he didn’t have most of his tools on him, the blonde called his friend and got settled at a barstool with his sketch pad. Might as well work on his portfolio while he was sitting around doing nothing, right? Except, he’s always been easily distracted. In the hour he’s been there, Wells has helped move some tables, gotten involved in an argument about football and drawn a third of a panel. 

Ready to get back to work, blue eyes cut to the door when it creaked open. “Little brother!” The blonde called to the man who was not only not his brother, but not younger than him either. But Leo was introduced to him as Dinah’s younger brother and now every so often he greets him like that just to see the reaction. “’Sup man? Don’t think D is here right now, but she should be coming back in a little bit. I’m not on shift anymore but you want a drink? I can jump back there.”

[lcsingmyhead]

@honeytcngued​​​

— who: Wells & Liza — where: Zodiac

It seems like the explosion is all anyone can talk about. Honestly, Wells had questions himself, but like most weird things that went down in this town, he assumed that it had something to do with the mass of motorcycles and leather that he spotted rolling down Main Street. And if it was, the blonde had a feeling that he didn’t want to get in the middle of it. But, he was nosy. So maybe when he went on his daily run in the morning, he took the long way and went past the police station, taking too long to retie his sneaker, hoping to hear details from the source since he wasn’t about to just go up a mountain, or jump over police tape. When he heard nothing, and internet searches yielded nothing but “Explosion in the Mountains”, Wells went to work disappointed; he knew the type of stories that his regulars would come up with, and as amusing they would be, he was absolutely positive that the government didn’t blow up the mountains to try and take out Roger down the road.

Hours later, Wells was cleaning up a beer spill on the counter while trying to mediate an argument that it might’ve been aliens, when he heard the door squeak open. “Oh thank god,” the blonde mumbled, stepping away from the two men who had completely forgotten he was there to wipe down the spot right in front of the empty bar stool that the woman that walked in just took over. She looked familiar. “Liza right?” He asked, tossing the rag under the bar and going to wash his hands in the sputtering sink beside his hip. “You’re just in time for the explosion argument. Right now the winning reason is...aliens,” The word had a hard time coming out of his throat without a tone of disbelief, but he shrugged at her. “Got any theories? Or a drink request?”

[lcsingmyhead]

daydrecming​:

“You didn’t freak me out, all of this freaked me out.” She gestures vaguely to the air around him and the baggage that he obviously can’t see, but she has a feeling he can feel it. How could someone that bogged down not? But she can tell he’s embarrassed about being here at all — she doesn’t have to be psychic to know that. It’s clear in the way his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched and honestly, it’s a common reaction. So many customers come in here and then act as if they’re going to burst into flames or something. Gia doesn’t get it, but maybe it’s just the way that she was raised. “You think you’re cursed?” She asks, a brow raised in question. “There’s a couple different things we could try. What makes you think it’s a curse though?” She’s had a million and one people come through this door claiming the same thing and nine out of ten times, they’re not cursed. It’s just a build up of bad energy bouncing off of itself and multiplying. But… hey, maybe he’s the one. 

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All of this freaked me out. Ryder tried following her hand, but didn’t see anything but the empty space around his general being. He wasn’t sure how that wasn’t confirming his comment, but he moved on. He wanted help breaking whatever curse is on him, not piss off probably the only person that might be able to help him. “Hard not to, if we’re being honest,” The biker mused, leaning against a sturdier shelving unit behind him once he made sure he wouldn’t come crashing down if he did. Realizing this perfect stranger didn’t know the full extent of the unfortunate events that made up his life, he sighed. “Well, my abusive as fuck father turned up after fifteen years and I broke up with the only girl that meant anything to me because I can’t have anything nice.” Raising an eyebrow, blue eyes studied the woman before him. “Want me to keep goin? I can keep goin.”

[lcsingmyhead]

@daydrecming​

— who: Ryder & Becky — where: Blackstone Elementary

The holidays were hard. With Christmas and then his birthday so quickly following each other, and the general feeling of happiness and togetherness that Ryder never really felt, he wished he could skip it all. The season was a little easier to deal with when he had Becky to lean on, but then he had to go and ruin that. So here he was, back at square one, leaning against the wall of a coffee shop while Mariah Carey repeated through the speakers above him. It sucked. Grabbing the two cups, he moved out of the store and back into his car toward his next location. He didn’t think when he moved out to Blackstone. All he needed in the moment when he decided to get out of Olympus was a place with a club charter and once he found it, he was gone. Ryder hadn’t realized that it was the same place Becky ran off to until he physically ran into her at the grocery store. 

It was upsetting, genuinely so, when he realized just how hung up on this woman he still was. The memory of what he threw away just pushed him toward talking to her. If Ryder could only have her as a friend, then that was fine. But he needed her in his life. Which is how he ended up checking in at the elementary school, where the teachers were the only ones in the building, cleaning up before the holiday break, and walking into Becky’s classroom. “Well, I bought you this coffee before I realized how many Starbucks gift cards you probably have from your students,” Ryder said with a smirk, leaning in the doorway of her classroom. “How’s it feel to be free for a week?”