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Sloane was an incredibly emotionally closed off human to pretty much everyone in her life, it didn’t matter what aspect of it you were part of, she would build a wall too high for you to scale and reside behind it doing nothing but shooting barbed comments in your general direction. That was if she showed you anything but indifference, but Ellie was different. With Ellie it had always been different because Sloane couldn’t remember a time when the younger girl wasn’t in her life. By this point they had been through so much together since they were literal toddlers that it was futile to pretend to be anyone but herself. The other had seen her at her lowest most vulnerable moments but stuck around anyway which wasn’t something the mafia boss took lightly. Plus Ellie knew the truth about her mother - even before Sloane had, so there was pretty much nothing they kept from each other. Almost. Almost. That was for another time though because Sloane was still trying to navigate her way through it herself. “You get all those snacks but then you want to stuff your face with movies? Pick a lane!” She grinned as she started to shuffle through the boxes to see what was on offer for them to watch, clicking her tongue quietly. A tick she only had when she was entirely relaxed because at any other time she would be too busy keeping tabs on how she came across to allow anything to slip through the cracks. “Really, The Breakfast Club again? Haven’t you seen this like fifty times at this point?” She teased, tossing the box onto the sofa. 

:: To plan a movie night when you’ve been far too busy to have one for a while was quite a feat. Ellie made sure that they had everything they needed. More food than it was possible for either of them to eat. A stack of movies higher than the table. There were so many movies that she’d thought about for the last week that she’d wanted to watch with Sloane. And now, they were finally getting the chance to sit down, talk, and just hang out with each other. Hearing the doorbell, Ellie practically jumped up. She opened the door, coming face to face with all of the food that she’d ordered. Taking the bags from the delivery man, she pun around, placing it on the table with a massive grin on her face. “Are you ready to stuff your face with some of the best movies the world has to offer?” Ellie asked Sloane, beaming from ear to ear. 

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Them needing to talk about what had been said at the press conference was like the understatement of the century because after all her entire organisation was centred around the buying and selling of drugs. Prescription medication was a huge part of their income which was where Farah came in - being one of the most crucial ties to the medical industry. Still the brunette couldn’t help but be wary of every single person around her because it had been explicitly said by the mayor that someone within one of the organisations had flipped on the rest of their group, which lead her to be suspicious of every single person she worked with. Just in order to protect herself, after all this wasn’t something she’d ever been asked to be involved with, but now she was here she knew if she was brought down it would be with a cataclysmic crash. “We’re an organisation of criminals Farah, don’t you think it’s prudent to believe it could have been literally anyone? After all if it came with an opportunity to save their own back…well, that’s an enticing proposition. You yourself were concerned about being watched by someone at the hospital, that can cause some paranoia in a person.” She tested, eyes slightly narrowed. 

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Farah couldn’t understand why but she suddenly felt things being more tense around her. It made her uncomfortable. She asked around and was given the answer about the press conference that was held. She hadn’t gotten the chance to see it since work had been chaotic but now that she was off, she pulled her phone out and looked into what the fuss was about. Her eyes slightly widen at the news and knew she needed to see Sloane about it. So she went on about her day casually, like nothing changed as she made her way to her boss’s office. When she got there, she knocked on the door and walked in, “Sloane, looks like we need to talk about the shit the mayor said at the press conference.” she said, shutting the door behind her and took a few steps away from the door. “Any idea of who could’ve said something?”

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Not spending any time waiting for him to invite her in, Sloane just walked into the office with the self assured nature she’d needed in spades since the recent press release. The Control could be in trouble which meant she had to take bold moves, one of which was to get a criminal defence lawyer in her corner and she’d heard Leo was one of the best in his field. “Your assistant isn’t at their desk, you do know that right? No one is gatekeeping this door if that’s what you were hoping for.” 

Location: Leo’s office Who: Sloane Ines

It wasn’t unusual for people to find him in his office and with the recent press release given by the mayor, the uptick and people wanting his attention was growing endless. A heavy sigh rose in this chest as yet another knock at his door broke through the silence, gaze remaining on the paperwork he was filling out. “I’m only taking appointments,” Leo muses. “If it’s important please schedule with my assistant in the front.”

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Sloane smirked, satisfied with the compliment, and totally in agreement. It was a very good answer, plus it was true. With no idea of the doctors affiliations with other gang members she chose instead to see the woman who’d always been solid in the organisation as long as she’d been boss as an honest person. Plus as of now she was too valuable with her ability to bring in prescription drugs to bother shunning in any way over any kind of hunches, not that the brunette had one. Not an inkling. She would no doubt kick herself for that if anything was to go south but currently what the eyes can’t see the heart can’t grieve over. “God, what is it with all of you recently. Don’t do anything electronically, don’t forward me any kind of list, just remember them and then tell them to me with your mouth. Is that really so hard? If you were all left to your own devices there would be an electronic and paper trail leading us right into jail cells.” Pondering silently over the issue of this co worker for a couple of seconds she tapped her nails on the desk, clicking her tongue. She sounded like someone who could potentially cause them a serious problem if not dealt with quickly. “Do you think she is the kind of person to run her mouth?” This strangers last saving grace would be the answer Farah gave to this question, although Sloane had pretty much already made up her mind. People like that had to be dealt with swiftly. Before their rot could spread causing a bigger issue than just one person snooping around. 

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Sloane looked up as her office was entered without knocking, about to chastise the person who’d had the balls to do so, when she noticed it was Farah. As well as a strong leader, a gang involved in a multitude of illegal activities needed a skilled doctor, which was where the woman in front of her came into play. The only way Sloane was going to be able to hack this was by surrounding herself with the most talented people which occasionally meant she couldn’t kick up a fuss over somewhat smaller things. “So you can engage in activity for my organisation behind the scenes to line your pockets more than adequately to live a life way beyond your means if you hadn’t had medical training?” She offered, standing up as the bag was brought over with renewed interest. “Well surely that’s something you can deal with, find patients who need them. Tell me what illnesses they need to have to be prescribed the specific drugs on your list and I’ll make sure the right ‘patients’ walk through your doors.” Air quotes around the word patients as she looked through the bags set down in front of her in silence before nodding. “It’s more than enough. For now.” Looking up at Farah with a small smirk on her face. “Who is asking questions?”  

Farah chuckled as she nodded, “okay okay good answer. I’ll give you that.” Sloane was right but there was more to why Farah was actually in the gang. one that no one really knew but an enemy of a different gang. That was a part she needed to keep to herself. she didn’t know what would happen if Sloane or Javi found out that was she secretly meeting with Declan to find her father’s murderer. Setting that thought aside, her attention was quick to return to Sloane as she heard her answer the question. “I’ll keep a note of that then a list I can forward to you.” she chuckled. She leaned against the desk as she watched her boss go through the drugs that settled in the bag. “Just a coworker of mine. she seems to be obsessed with what i’m doing when i’m alone. Can’t seem to shake her off.” she explained. Time and time again, Farah had been followed, questioned and ‘coincidentally’ running into the coworker. 

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“You’re a cop? Wow, thanks for letting me know, otherwise there is no way I’d know that information already.” Sloane rolled her eyes, quite unlike the twenty eight year old woman she was and more like the eighteen year old who’d done the same thing to Khal when he’d been over working on a case with her mom and taken a good natured jab at her. Something back then she would have followed up with a laugh, but not this time. Instead she just drank the dregs of her martini and considered ordering another. “What makes you think I see the world as sunshine and rainbows? You think I’ve never seen how messed up the world is? I’m the one who lost a mom to it Khal, not you.” God how she wished she did still think the world was all about the frivolous things only, life was so much easier then. She missed those days of being in high school lamenting over the boy or how she was going to get her hands on the newest shade of Dior lipstick. Not anymore. Sure her opinion of those things hadn’t changed, others had just been…added, other things that were more literally life and death. 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟKHAL TOOK A moment, simply looking over at Sloane, wondering where he'd gone wrong. She wasn't like this as a kid, but he knew that things changed, that the world was different. "How is taking time for myself depressing?" He asked, wondering what he could possibly do to improve her opinion of him, and get it somewhat back to what it had been. "No, it's not a crime, but it seems that your opinion of me might be," he laughed lightly, before turning to face her a bit more. "I'm a cop, Sloane. The world is messed up. Every day, I see people dead, hurt, bruised, and ruined. How is that just being dramatic? It's not all sunshine and rainbows, and it never will be."

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What the hell was even happening right now, this redhead was…well if Sloane wasn’t totally off the mark she was pretty sure the woman was flirting with her. This was flirtatious banter at the very least, from the others side, Sloane wasn’t exactly reciprocating. Weirdly she almost wanted to but something was stopping her as a small line appeared between her eyebrows in her frown, she’d pay for that later when she had wrinkles. “I wasn’t checking you out, you simply moved into my eyeline.” Sloane muttered as she crossed her arms across her chest, narrowing her eyes at the redhead, she was so confidant. “Are you going to give me your name if you insist on continuing to accost me while I’m trying to enjoy my coffee.” Glancing down at her sketches that was laying in front of her, the idea she would ever take a break from work to just relax and enjoy a drink would be amusing to anyone who knew her for more than three seconds. 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟIT TOOK EVERYTHING in Hadley not to laugh too loudly at the girl's response. She knew very well what it looked like when a girl was checking her out. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked her up and down, taking a moment to just enjoy the look on the girl's face. "Hey, you're more than welcome to deny it," Hadley explained, before she leaned down, resting her hand on the table for a moment. "It's not a crime, besides, I love when a beautiful girl checks me out. Makes me feel good." Winking at her, she tangled a finger in her bright red hair, twirling it for a moment, finding herself very curious about everything that involved this girl. The zoo keeper had some time before she had to head to work, and would very much enjoy flirting and teasing this girl before sitting around waiting for her shift to start.

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Sloane had noticed Alara through the window of the coffee shop. Even with the throngs of other people moving down the sidewalk and in and out of the cafe she had managed to get her sharp eyes tuned into seeing those she knew as quickly as possible. Something she’d been working on ever since taking up her new position as head of the gang, one Alara knew all too well having worked under her mother before her death. 

“Bite? Something tells me you’re no stupid enough to bite the boss.” She smirked, sitting down across from her before she even went up to the counter to order. Letting out a soft sigh as she pushed her hand through her hair. “You know you can buy coffee machines to keep at home so you don’t have to keep running to the nearest cafe every five seconds.” The brunette joked softly, well, half joked. 

open: anyone! local coffee shop

As much as Alara loved to have a drink at the end of a hard day, coffee was essential for survival. With her chaotic schedule that often had her working until the wee hours in the morning, she felt like she could do with an intravenous caffeine bag permanently stuck into her arm.

When the small cafe got busy and the tables began to get crowded, she closed her book and kicked out the nearby table towards the person who seemed to be looking around. "Here, sit with me. Promise I don't bite too hard."

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This was a break for both women, ironically, since they were rivals. They should be at each others throats because of the rules laid out for them by the ‘gang’ industry they were in but…well the mutual respect for another woman in the same position had somehow lead them to be something more akin to friends. Friends who would occasionally take out hits on behalf of the other. You know, just girly things. Plus Kianna knew what she was doing where Sloane was still very much learning - not something she’d admit out loud but if there was a definition of being thrown in at the deep end it was probably Sloane being made the boss of The Control in the wake of her mother’s death. It came out of nowhere and she had to either sink or swim. 

“Yes well, as long as I got given a million dollars a day we’d be alright as well, but sadly we just don’t always get what we want.” Sloane spoke, clearly more cynical than her counterpart as she kissed her teeth with a clicking sound. Still, she had no issue sorting out this problem for the brunette - after all she had some of the best assassins in North America, not that she was biased but it was just a fact. Adriana Ribeiro had ruled her gang with an iron fist but she’d also nurtured a lot of their natural talent, and it had clearly paid off, anyone could see that. “Course.” With a nod she left the other to do whatever she needed to while checking her own phone, rolling her eyes at the pointless frivolous texts from an annoying client she was currently designing a dress for, replying to an email about fabric swatches, and adding something to her list to mention for when she checked in with Javier later that day. “I mean, you say it sounds creepier than it was but I feel like you would say that. Trying to play it off as far more innocent.” She chuckled despite herself, sitting back as her coffee was set down in front of her. “No, they do tend to be short lived don’t they? I guess it’s a side effect of this job, you’re not exactly going to drag anyone into it if you actually care about them. That would be dangerous for both them as well as you, taking your eye off the ball is unwise.” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟSOMETIMES, KIANNA WONDERED if she'd actually make a good mob boss or if she was doing anything right. Every day was an adventure, one that could either go really well or completely fall off the rails. She was constantly in a state of panic, but somehow, someway, sitting in a coffee shop with Sloane made her feel alright. To know that there was another bad ass woman in charge of a gang was helpful. Her energy was always a fresh breath of fresh air to kick Kianna's brain back into gear.

"As long as the employees remain well behaved, we'll be alright. However, I do have a list of other good places we can meet, should we have an issue." When Kianna needed something done, and her people weren't the right ones to do it, she'd go to Sloane. After her team failed to do something she'd asked, she needed a quick solution to it. Now, of course that person was more than just fired. Everything would work out because she put her trust in Sloane. Nodding with a small smile, Kianna was glad that it would be dealt with. "I appreciate it. Now excuse me for a moment while I check on an important detail." Pulling out her phone, she sent a quick text to one of her fixers, ultimately receiving confirmation of the success of ridding her of the failed member. Laughing, Kianna found herself glad that she could switch between emotions so quickly. "You're making it sound a lot creepier than it was. She asked me to take them," she explained, pouting and scrunching up her nose. "But we'll see how it goes. You know my relationships don't last long."

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“Ah, I see. Yes well, it’s important to feed the child I guess, one of the…many many things kids need.” Pulling a face as she once again thought to herself how children were just something she had no desire to introduce into her life. They seemed like nothing but a nuisance. Sure they were cute, sometimes, from a distance. In the right light. “Not that I can judge that, cooking isn’t really something I find myself doing much, especially living in New York City. There are so many restaurants to use, not to mention the delis and everything, it seems like a waste of time to slave over everything yourself.” Sloane didn’t really care for food much but she did have her favourites from local stores, they were much better than anything she could knock up for herself after all. 

Love actually, okay that was admittedly a good movie, mainly just because Hugh Grant dancing through the UK version of the White House never failed to raise a smile in her. Even in her worst mood. “Well, I do like your movie choice, that’s one of the better Christmas films.” Her eyebrows rose a fraction at the mention of how she’d have been invited to Nikita’s for Christmas had she known, which was…out of left field. Not something she’d been expecting. “Hot people to spend time with? Honesty they tend to be the most disappointing often, they are there to pose rather than…do anything else. Depends on the party though.” Plus, Sloane didn’t want to spend her Christmas around a one year old, that was to her worse than fake snow, the fake snow didn’t cry randomly. “Sweet of you to consider the option, generous.” Taking another sip of her drink with a frosty smile. 

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“Much appreciated.” Well there was no need for Sloane to be overtly rude when Nikita was agreeing to do what was asked of her, she’d only bring that out if she put up a fight, which would be unwise. Luckily it was not something they’d had issue with thus far, the blonde seemed willing to do as instructed. “Christmas movies, how lovely. The perfect storybook Christmas. Did you get food made by the hotel?” Visit a good friend? Who the hell would Sloane have had to visit. Sure she toyed with the idea of going to see her grandmother in the nursing home for a couple of days but eventually decided against it because…well the woman wouldn’t have known who she was anyway. She’d have stared past her with glassy unaware eyes that broke the brunette’s heart, even though most assumed she didn’t actually have one. Her family were a touchy subject for the mafia boss so she chose to remain private about them to pretty much everyone in her life, especially work associates. “I went out to a couple of parties, but I don’t think I’d class any of them as ‘good’. If anything they were far too heavily themed for my taste, not everything needs to be covered in fake snow. It’s tacky.” 

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        𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 good at cooking, so she is always relying on the food the hotel offer. God, everyone knew how hard is for her to make something decent in the kitchen, she made a lot of effort but cooking isn’t for her. ❛ A few. Other things I bought in some bakery. I’m so unfortunate in cooking. I’m trying to do something decent because Sasha needs to eat. ❜ Other things that weren’t milk, but her son still prefers milk to her luck. At the least, the very few basic things for her son’s nutrition she’s trying her best. Even back in Russia when she was with her own father she was responsible to cook for him and his friends, and she could never make anything decent, he always thought she was lazy for that but some people aren’t really that gift.         ❛ I rewatched ‘Love Actually’. I adore that movie. Ah, well… I’m not fond of fake snow. I’m so sorry, you didn’t like the parties then. I’d invite you to join me, but I don’t think you would like it. I’m not an exciting person, besides I have a baby, and I understand that’s not for everyone. Also, I’m not around hot people to spend time with.❜ She spoke with honesty. This is how she sees herself, boring, not attractive, not fun. The majority of people she’s used to knowing don’t like children, so she can understand how she’s not good company to people in general. And she’s a bit timid and introverted, her cheeks were slightly blushed to be 'shy’.

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“That’s what I thought.” Sloane was drinking tonight but not to excess because she had to make sure she always remembered conversations. Even the smallest thing from the most inconsequential person might prove helpful down the line, that was something she always tried to remind herself when she wanted to start downing shots. “Me? No, not for that one. You really think I’m desperate enough to sink myself that low? No, it’s her hairdresser he’s cheating with ironically. Shame, she’ll have to find a new one when she finds out, and this one clearly knows what she’s doing.” Smoothly passing judgment on the other woman’s appearance as if it was nothing because to her it wasn’t, judgmental was basically Sloane’s middle name. “Mint Julep, alrighty then. Apparently we’re taking a trip down to the Kentucky Derby.” Kissing her teeth she ordered the drink for the somewhat inebriated girl by her side before turning to look at her properly. “So, what trouble have you been getting up too recently?” 

“Definitely not.” Jill had to laugh at the reality check Sloane gave her, but that just meant the drinks were doing what they were supposed to. The blonde reached forward to snag another glass before leaning back in her seat and allowing one more glance towards the couple. “Doesn’t surprise me.” She muttered, shoulders lifting a bit in a shrug as she took a sip of her drink and returned her attention towards the other. “Were you the mistress?” The way the word ‘mistress’ rolled off Jill’s tongue was an indication in itself of her jest, grin settling on her features as she made herself laugh again. “Mint julep. Haven’t had one yet tonight and I think that’s pretty much a crime.”

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Something you’re afraid of?

Failing. It's something everyone should be afraid of. If you fail to a high enough degree it can ruin your entire life - people think love is the most powerful none tangible thing but it's not. Failure is. It can destroy you.

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Sloane could have been working at the hotel but she liked to make a separation between her work for The Control and her fashion designing business, aka her civilian job. After all it was one she took just as seriously, even if there was less likelihood of messing it up resulting in mortal harm. Working on a sketch she had to do for a friend’s wedding gown - having agreed as a favour. One she was being paid for yes, but still wedding dresses weren’t her usual thing, when she glanced up to notice a redhead by the counter. Something about her made Sloane keep her eyes on her for a couple of seconds, pencil poised over her sketchpad when suddenly the stranger turned around catching her looking. Shit. No, this was fine, it was a free country she was allowed to survey her surroundings without fear of repercussion, but what followed left her taken aback. She thought of herself as pretty bold but this woman was on a whole other level, referring to her ass out of literally nowhere, Sloane frowning a little. “I have literally no idea what you’re talking about.” The brunette responded simply, jaw clenching a little. How had she known her gazed had strayed down to her ass? It was literally for less than half a second…not even.

☆ﾟ*·ﾟ AFTER A LONG day of trying to keep the snow leopards happy, Hadley was exhausted. While she usually adored spending time with them, they were being a little bit extra playful, causing her to run around their enclosure a bit too much. Even after a shower, she still felt exhausted. Putting her zookeeper shorts back on, glad that she hadn't really sweat through them, she headed to one of her favorite coffee shops for a bit of a pick me up. Leaning on the counter, Hadley ordered her regular, an iced coffee with caramel and oat milk. As she received her drink, she spun around to find a seat, noticing a girl looking at her. A light laugh slipped through her lips. Taking a few steps towards her, Hadley allowed her signature smirk to form across her face. "Like what you see? I know my ass looks great in these shorts."

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“Possibly, or they’ll be stuck in their ways and think you’ve just got dumb luck. That they need to just put the right person up against you. In all likelihood though they will see you’re decent enough but the important thing is that we capitalise on them not knowing as much as possible. It’s how we make the most money.” Sloane shrugged, to her it was purely a business situation where they made more money via the underground fighting in order to invest into other mob activity. Nate was a pawn in that venture, the brunette hardly really knew him on a personal level after all so it would be much easier if she kept it that way. He might have thought her concern was from a place of caring but in reality it was for two far more important things, preservation of the gang remaining underground, and one of her fighters recovering as quickly as possible so they could get back out into the ring once more. “Of course, don’t mention it.” Shooting him a smile to keep up the facade of caring, her eyes holding a tiny hint of warmth that she allowed to creep in when she needed to convince others she wasn’t just an ice queen. 

Sloane of course knew of Rylan because they were both in fashion, not just because she was Nate’s girlfriend. No, it might surprise a lot of people to know that the woman hoped one day to have Rylan Pratt wear one of her designs so it could elevate her career to a whole other level, but letting Nate know would be stupid. A rookie error. Sloane refused to make any of those. Eyebrows raising she couldn’t help but smirk a little as she heard Rylan didn’t know about Nate’s underground fighting, one eyebrow raising. “She doesn’t? Well that’s an interesting decision of yours considering how dangerous it is as an activity.” 

"They have to start picking up on that eventually... right? That I'm at least sort of decent at all this, and it isn't just pure luck?" Or maybe he was just lucky, in the most macabre kind of ways. Unlucky in life, but lucky in illegal fights; there would be so much irony in it, Nate couldn't even handle it properly. Then again, this would be right up his alley. What didn't feel right, however, was the woman's helpfulness, and it made Nate pause for a second. Had he heard her right? Then again...was it really right of him to question Sloane's decision to look after her staff? "I... thank you. That's really kind of you, seriously. I don't think I would be getting this sort of stuff from anyone else. From any other employer, ever." Maybe he was being pulled deeper into all of this, into something he would never find a way out of, but for the moment, it was great.

It felt weird, discussing Rylan with Sloane. Sure, they were in similar careers, with both of them being in fashion, but this was different. Despite the fact that she was in fashion, Sloane was so much more than that, and talking about Rylan with her felt like he was bringing his innocent girlfriend into something that wasn't right for her. "She, uh... she doesn't really know about any of this." He admitted a little sheepishly, finishing up his drink as if it would somehow give him time to think it all through. Instantly, it made him feel guilty, knowing that he was hiding a secret this huge from the love of his life. "And I'd much rather prefer if she doesn't find out."

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“Jesus fucking christ you’re a depressing sight.” Sloane grimaced as she took in the man sitting next to her, not the one she’d grown up idolising as she sat on his desk in the precinct. Then again she wasn’t the same girl anymore so why should she expect him to be the same either. “You tell me, you’re the policeman, is it a crime now?” She was just being a little shit now, toying with the emotions of a man who was clearly not having the best day just because she hadn’t either. It was sadistic but the woman didn’t care. Her whole life had turned into a dark vortex at this point she might as well feed into it. “It’s been a day has it? What’s been so terrible about your day that you have to sit here drinking alone like you have a problem? Because something tells me you’re just being dramatic.” 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟMUMBLING WASN'T A very becoming trait, but at this point in the night, the detective didn't really care at all. He was off the clock, and therefore, didn't really have to focus on anything at all. Taking a sip of his drink, he spun his chair a little in order to face her. "I'm allowed to mumble! I have a badge!" To be quite honesty, Khal was a little bit drunk. So maybe whatever he was saying wasn't really all that much of actual words. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked around at everyone else. "No one's paying attention to me." Swirling his drink around, Khal knew she was right. Why was he sitting in this bar, alone, just drinking? He was having quite a day, and it was time to just let all of his frustration out. "It's been a day, so I'm having a drink. Is that a crime?"

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Clearing her throat as Jill asked a very direct question she couldn’t help but laugh softly, it might be easier if the couple did fall into one of the aforementioned categories but sadly, they did not. “I’d be worried about you telling but I’m pretty sure you’re not going to remember this conversation in the morning anyway so it’s not really an issue.” Sloane sat back against the booth as she let out a soft sigh. “He’s cheating on her - scumbag. Don’t ask me how I know, just trust that my intel is flawless. He’s cheating on her but she’s clearly besotted with him, it’s just another indication of how love makes a person weak. Not just weak, but blind. Otherwise she’d have seen what was really going on a long time ago.” Gesturing to a waitress who was walking past their table she ordered herself another dry martini with a twist of lemon, glancing over at the blonde with a raised eyebrow. “What are you drinking?” The woman poised to take Jill’s order as well. 

She was late to the party, showering a mutual friend in apologies and shots to make up for lost time after she’d already grown tipsy at a different club beforehand. Jill couldn’t help her tendency to forget about things and then later try to mend things in the form of alcohol and compliments. After all, if somebody used that same form of apology on her, it’d work like a charm. Being materialistic had the obvious surface flaws but also had so, so many perks to it. She and Sloane weren’t necessarily close, but at least they weren’t complete strangers… which was exactly why Jill felt so comfortable taking a seat next to her. Gaze, although hazy and distorted from God only knew what, followed Sloane’s features to the couple across the room. Jill was nosy, though, and didn’t try to hide it. “I asked who they were.” The femme repeated, unsure if that’s even what she asked the first time. The music was loud, okay? She couldn’t focus on a lot. “Ex? Jealous best friend? One night stand? I won't tell, I promise.”

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Sloane looked up as her office was entered without knocking, about to chastise the person who’d had the balls to do so, when she noticed it was Farah. As well as a strong leader, a gang involved in a multitude of illegal activities needed a skilled doctor, which was where the woman in front of her came into play. The only way Sloane was going to be able to hack this was by surrounding herself with the most talented people which occasionally meant she couldn’t kick up a fuss over somewhat smaller things. “So you can engage in activity for my organisation behind the scenes to line your pockets more than adequately to live a life way beyond your means if you hadn’t had medical training?” She offered, standing up as the bag was brought over with renewed interest. “Well surely that’s something you can deal with, find patients who need them. Tell me what illnesses they need to have to be prescribed the specific drugs on your list and I’ll make sure the right ‘patients’ walk through your doors.” Air quotes around the word patients as she looked through the bags set down in front of her in silence before nodding. “It’s more than enough. For now.” Looking up at Farah with a small smirk on her face. “Who is asking questions?”  

Closed starter: @sloaneines​ Location: The Levine Hotel

Farah walked into Sloane’s office with her medical bag and plops on the couch with a deep sigh. “Tell me why i decided to become a nurse. I can hardly stand on my feet lately. And why are there so many more patients than usual?” She questioned out loud, an answer may or may not have to be given. “It feels like something is going on that is landing these patient in the hospital left and right. Do you know anything?” she asked her boss. “Oh that reminds me.” She got up and walked over to the desk, setting her bag on it and unzips it. “Got some more of the drugs you requested. I should take it easy because some people are starting to question how they’re going missing.” She explained, setting some bags onto the desk. “This is more than enough right?” she asked, removing her bag off the desk.

[sloaneines]

“Much appreciated.” Well there was no need for Sloane to be overtly rude when Nikita was agreeing to do what was asked of her, she’d only bring that out if she put up a fight, which would be unwise. Luckily it was not something they’d had issue with thus far, the blonde seemed willing to do as instructed. “Christmas movies, how lovely. The perfect storybook Christmas. Did you get food made by the hotel?” Visit a good friend? Who the hell would Sloane have had to visit. Sure she toyed with the idea of going to see her grandmother in the nursing home for a couple of days but eventually decided against it because…well the woman wouldn’t have known who she was anyway. She’d have stared past her with glassy unaware eyes that broke the brunette’s heart, even though most assumed she didn’t actually have one. Her family were a touchy subject for the mafia boss so she chose to remain private about them to pretty much everyone in her life, especially work associates. “I went out to a couple of parties, but I don’t think I’d class any of them as ‘good’. If anything they were far too heavily themed for my taste, not everything needs to be covered in fake snow. It’s tacky.” 

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Well it wasn’t like Sloane was being unreasonable, she had an entire organisation to keep control of (pun not intended) so it was really in their best interests she was asking to see the files. “No, print them and I’ll collect hard copies. The last thing we need is a digital footprint of you sending things through email.” She’d quickly become aware that leaving no trace was kind of the name of the game in this world. Well, she should probably be polite and ask questions back, that was how small talk worked after all. Plus sometimes she felt like Nikita was the closest thing she had to an actual female friend. “I’m glad to hear the hotel is running smoothly, I can imagine Christmas was a large pull to a lot of people, I saw that you lay on quite the occasion. Did you and your son have a nice Christmas?” 

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UPON HER requests the Russian blonde said: ❛ Will do. ❜ In regards to get the copies of the file she requested. Mentally deciding it was good to quit drinking, and continued to give the attention to the other brunette. Nikita hardly has friends, or well… Her list is technically empty. She still has no idea how she’s friend with Blake, and due to the fate of them… Sloane is a ‘friend’ too, perhaps in another circumstances they wouldn’t be 'friends’. Speaking of the Christmas. ❛ Yes, I was. Well, yes… We didn’t have anything special. It was only me and him, but we found a way to have fun. ❜ She didn’t have any other family member, nor friends to invite over to spend a time with her. ❛ We watch those clichée Christmas’ movies. ❜ She told her. ❛ And how about you? Went to some good party in a killing dress?! Or visit a good friend? ❜ She has no idea if Sloane had many friends… If the brunette spent time alone, maybe she would invite her to join her.