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Sloane cooled himself, at her words. Settling back in his seat. Sloane blinked reflexively then said, "Yeah, okay, yeah..." he relaxed himself further and said. "Stay as long as you like. I'll uh- I'll be here all night." he said plainly.

His eyes rose up to meet hers and he flashed a quick, small smile.

"So, my name is Sloane." he said and resisted the urge to extend his hand, still playing into his role. He decided he would check on this guy every few minutes to see if and when he gives up. If not, Sloane envisioned walking her somewhere safe.

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Sloane did his best to minimize to the shocked expression that creeped onto his features. He assumed what she said was 100% true, it didn’t make sense for her to lie about it and as he snuck another peak at the stranger, Sloane could see the other’s eyes made bee line for the woman. She was gorgeous, but Sloane vowed not to act on the attraction he felt for her, not while she was in such a dangerous situation. “Do I need to fight this creep?” he asked in a hush tone. “Because I fucking will. Just say the word.”

��No, no. I don’t want you to get in trouble for me,” she said quickly with a shake of her head. She didn’t even know him, the last thing she wanted was for him to get into trouble or even hurt because of her. “Just…” she hesitated, daring a glance over her shoulder just to confirm that she was still being watched. A shiver of fear ran down her spine that she tried to ignore. “Do you mind if I sit here for a little while? Maybe he’ll give up,” she sighed with a small frown, not sure what she would do if he didn’t. She feared that if she left, he would follow her home.

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Although she kept the smile on her face, she shook her head just slightly at his question. Enough to give him an answer but not enough for stalker to catch wind that this was all just for show. Honestly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if this stranger had cussed her out for pulling him into her little scheme, but she couldn’t think of any other option. When he leaned back and spoke again, she felt her shoulders sag with relief. Though the older man had put some distance between her and him, he was still looking at her with a watchful gaze. Which meant that she needed this little charade to go on a bit longer. At least he was out of hearing distance now. “Thank you,” Juliette breathed, leaning forward a bit. “He’s been tailing me all night, I was getting desperate.”

Sloane did his best to minimize to the shocked expression that creeped onto his features. He assumed what she said was 100% true, it didn't make sense for her to lie about it and as he snuck another peak at the stranger, Sloane could see the other's eyes made bee line for the woman. She was gorgeous, but Sloane vowed not to act on the attraction he felt for her, not while she was in such a dangerous situation. "Do I need to fight this creep?" he asked in a hush tone. "Because I fucking will. Just say the word."

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Sloane was taken aback when the bigger man jumped in his seat. "Sorry to startle you." he said, almost sounding confused at his own words. "What are you drinking?" he asked, settling himself onto an empty stool next to Caleb. Caleb swam, Sloane thought, after searching his mind for relevant conversation topics. Slaone played baseball, which was in the same realm but not similar enough.

Sloane took in the smell of Caleb, alcohol wasn't just on his breath, it was like a perfume around him. Sloane dismissed this, as they were seated in a bar directly in front of all the alcohol. Still, Sloane had failed to finish his first mojito and could tell his senses were more attuned than Caleb's at the moment. "I'd say let's do some shots, but you may have beat me to it." Sloane offered a sheepish grin.

Sloane & Caleb

Closed for: @deviltcwn Connection: Strangers Setting: Downtown Bar

Dark hair, tanned skin, and sad eyes. The other man looked like misery had walked with him, hand-in-hand, through life. If this assumption was true, Sloane could relate. He thought he recognized the other from the gym he frequented but couldn't be sure.

He dared not approach the other, who looked right through him. He's probably not even registering my existence. Sloane told himself, trying to be realistic. If this man was who he thought, Sloane was sure his group of close-knit friends were somewhere around and would make their appearances soon.

For now, the other was sitting alone and so was Sloane. He watched the other for a short while, regarding him with bemusement. Was it... Caleb? Sloane was pretty sure that was his name, and if he had been the type to pay attention to social status, he would know for sure.

As the other walked past, he ventured to speak: "Hey. Don't I know you? Caleb, right?" he bit down on his lower lip, worried he may have already embarrassed himself by using the wrong name.

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Sloane & Caleb

Closed for: @deviltcwn Connection: Strangers Setting: Downtown Bar

Dark hair, tanned skin, and sad eyes. The other man looked like misery had walked with him, hand-in-hand, through life. If this assumption was true, Sloane could relate. He thought he recognized the other from the gym he frequented but couldn't be sure.

He dared not approach the other, who looked right through him. He's probably not even registering my existence. Sloane told himself, trying to be realistic. If this man was who he thought, Sloane was sure his group of close-knit friends were somewhere around and would make their appearances soon.

For now, the other was sitting alone and so was Sloane. He watched the other for a short while, regarding him with bemusement. Was it... Caleb? Sloane was pretty sure that was his name, and if he had been the type to pay attention to social status, he would know for sure.

As the other walked past, he ventured to speak: "Hey. Don't I know you? Caleb, right?" he bit down on his lower lip, worried he may have already embarrassed himself by using the wrong name.

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Open to: Anyone Connection: Acquaintance/Class mate Setting: On-Campus Coffee Shop

"Oh, hey." Sloane said awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't realize it was you at first." He hid behind his sunglasses (which he obviously didn't need to be wearing inside the coffee shop), "No, I'm not hung over. I swear." The truth was: he wasn't hungover; he was stoned.

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Sitting alone felt right. Sloane watched the still city scape awash with evening light. The traffic had died down for the moment but it would start back up again once darkness settled in. For now it was quiet, peaceful. As he stared out across the skyline, oranges and pinks overwhelming his senses, he heard a familiar voice but did not turn to look for its owner.

"Hey," he spoke somberly, contradicting the other's light-heartedness. "What's up?" he asked, bored, as if he couldn't fathom why someone would be speaking to him at all.

open to:  any gender~ ↳ plot & info: not being able to find your muse, jasper goes to the last place he can think of to find them. jasper, 25, tattoo artist

it was concering after three missed calls, and a few unread texts that the other wasn't answering him. he worried a bit and showed up at their job, then their place onlyto be greeted by silence. he couldn't imagine for a bit where they would have gone but found himself driving around for a bit before remembering a rooftop the other used to go to, to get space. he was quick to get the the abandoned building and work his way up the fire escape to see them sitting there. "there you are." he says gently as he slowly appraches. "been looking for you for hours." his tone light and playful, not wanting to starle or upset them.

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Sloane watched with confusion as this gorgeous woman sat across from him. He'd come here to be alone, having claimed an empty table for himself. As he made eye contact, he noticed something was off about her expression: she was happy but also... scared? His eyes shifted back and forth with mistrust, then he realized the other's presence. Standing off to the side and honed in on her was some older man. Sloane leaned in and whispered, "You don't know that guy, do you?" He leaned back in his chair and said, louder now, "Hi baby, that's okay. I'm glad you found me."

( open to; all! ) ( plot; please pretend to be my significant other for a few minutes to get a creepy old man off my back ) ( muse; juliette browning. museum curator. 25. pan )

“Hello, love. I’m so sorry I’m late,” Juliette greeted the stranger as confidently as she could, sitting down in the empty seat across from them. Though there was a smile on her face, her eyes were pleading with them to trust her. In her peripheral vision, she’d spotted the older man who’d been all but following her all night. She’d wanted to leave ages ago, but she worried that he would come after her.

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Open to: Anyone Connection: Acquaintance Setting: Golfing Excursion

Sloane sat himself down on the parked golf cart. They were only on hole 6 out of 18 and he was thoroughly bored. What a bad idea this had been. "Not to be a bitch but... I wanna go home." he said to the other.

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