#&&. ricardo garcia / inadeqcies.

[yoonmiina]

a shrug is all she can give. she's asked herself the same question again and again and to this day can't find a LOGICAL answer; for two people that worried about every single aspect of their child's life they seemed a little bit too calm about having a killer around and free. then again, she's never really understood her parents so... all she can do is SPECULATE. " i'd think it's basic marketing but... alright, yes, we can say that... " there's a soft chuckle that follows her words, acknowledging his words, but her attention is mainly on the glass in front of her; she brings it to her lips once again and at the same time tries to think. what were they like? it seems like a LIFETIME ago. " alaina was... nice. " the bar was in hell considering what her parents were like but, " i mean, there's a reason why she's been the go to babysitter for a really long time... strict but still fun to be around. " it's when her mind shifts to daniela that she has a hard time. most of her time in high school was a blur. some of the memories lost to time while the others weren't relevant enough to keep. " not too sure about daniela actually, she was smart and kind. a good person overall, i can't remember hearing anything bad about her when i was young. WHY? are you planning on writing about them or something? "

" god , and what ? the murdering didn't put them off this place ? " ricardo can't pretend to even remotely understand the allure of redcreek . he has no idea how or why people stay here , let alone for the entirety of their sad lives . he doesn't say that to mina though . for once , surprisingly , he bites his tongue . ricardo can be cruel , use his tongue like a knife , turn the blade once its inside you and relish with it . . . but he won't do it for no reason . and mina has never ever given him a reason . his grin turns ever wider at her reluctant applause . he lets out a whistle from behind his teeth . " see ? you speak my language , mina . " that's why i like you is tacked on silently , fizzing in the air between them . he leans back against the stool , eyes wandering up then down her . she's always been beautiful . not just for redcreek either , but for the world . ricardo has an affinity for beautiful people , it's how he knows who to remember . who's important . WHO'S WORTH TALKING TO ( mina ticks all the boxes ) . he pulls his gaze up though as she admits to knowing both daniela and alaina . " what were they like ? " he asks , trying to keep his voice from creeping with too much blatant greed and intrigue .

[enternights]

𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭　:　dolly's diner, 12:30pm 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖲　:　closed for ricardo garcia @inadeqcies

angela  wasn't  too  happy  to  learn  that  the  local  newspaper  had  fallen  under  new  management,  not  when  she'd  just  begun  to  build  a  good  rapport  with  the  old  owner.  nevertheless,  she  persists  on  her  journey  for  answers  (  well,  that,  and  content  for  her  podcast.  )  she  manages  to  catch  ricardo  in  the  corner  of  a  packed  dolly's  and,  without  missing  a  beat,  slides  into  the  booth  across  him.  “  you're  the  new  guy  running  the  register,  right?  ”  she  asks,  hands  clasped  over  the  table  like  she's  in  the  middle  of  a  serious  business  proposal.  “  i  have,  uh  —  i  have  a  favor  to  ask.  ”

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@inadeqcies,　　OUTSIDE OF REDSTONE BAR,　11PM.

THE  NIGHT  IS  COLD  ENOUGH  TO  BITE,  the  kind  that  carves  its  way  into  your  skin  and  lingers,  but  damla  doesn’t  bother  to  shiver.  the  cigarette  between  her  fingers  is  unlit —  a  stupid  habit  she  picked  up  when  she  moved  back.  something  to  do  with  her  hands,  keep  them  from  balling  into  fists  or  clawing  at  her  hair.  her  heels  click  against  the  pavement,  sharp  and  deliberate.  she  pauses  near  the  edge  of  the  patio,  fishing  through  her  pocket.  nothing.  no  lighter.  

her  fingers  curl  tighter  around  the  cigarette  as  she  exhales,  sharp  and  annoyed.  typical.  of  course.  she  debates  going  back  inside,  but  the  noise,  the  crowd — it’s  too  much.  instead,  she  turns,  her  eyes  landing  on  nearest figure,  half-shrouded  in  shadow.  close  enough.  she  doesn’t  bother  with  pleasantries,  just  taps  his  shoulder  with  the  blunt  edge  of  her  knuckle.  “got  a  light?” and when  he  turns,  the  moment  fractures. 

ricardo garcia's face  is  the  last  thing  she  expects  to  see,  but  of  course,  it’s  him.  the  harsh  cut  of  his  jaw,  the  familiar  tilt  of  his  lips — it  stabs  at  her  like  an  old  wound  reopening.  the  air  bites  harder  now,  colder  than  before.

she  tips  her  head  back  with  a  groan,  glaring  up  at  the  sky  like  maybe  there’s  someone  up  there  orchestrating  this  cosmic  joke.  “oh  my  god,”  she  says,  words  dragging  out,  dripping  with  disbelief  and  exhaustion.  “of  course  it’s  you.”  no  point  in  softening  it.  no  energy  left  for  diplomacy.  her  eyes  flick  toward  the  street — options,  escape  routes — but  the  moment’s  already  sunk  its  hooks  in.  no  way  out  now.  her  gaze  snaps  back  to  him,  and  she  thrusts  the  cigarette  toward  him,  the  motion  casual,  borderline  dismissive.  “well?”  she  says,  the  single  word  cutting  through  the  space  between  them.  a  challenge,  a  dare,  a  sharp  little  jab.  she’d get her quick drag one way or another.

[yoonmiina]

" ⸻ mhm, all red creek natives since... i don't even know, TOO LONG. " there was once a time where she could have probably recited all the yoon family history and be PROUD about it too but maybe all the drinking killed the brain cells with that specific information because she can't remember a SINGLE WORD about it. all she thinks about is how they couldn't pick a NOT so small, less murdery town to settle into. it's nothing he's interesting in though, and even if he was she wasn't inclined to tell so... MOVING ON. " oh, is that so? " she bites down the almost automatic sarcastic response only because his feat IS a little impressive, she can give him that at least. " maybe not so stupid then... bad publicity is still publicity, i guess. and you're still around so i assume the police couldn't really do anything against you either... " it's both baffling and a little funny how he managed to get away with it. " you lucky bastard... " she chuckles and shakes her head at the ABSURDITY of it all. her fingers drum against the smooth surface of the glass, head tilts to one side to look at him. " yep. i knew both of them, not too much though. i went to school with daniela, she's two years younger than me; i can't remember if i ever talked to her... and alaina probably babysat me a couple times, that's about it. "

" your family ? " he asks , incredulous . he doesn't know why he's acting surprised . ricardo knows less about mina than he'd know about his own birth parents . he never bothered to ask her any questions whenever they'd bump into each other . he's wrong to assign any familiarity to her . to cling to her now , like a child on their first day of school . ricardo pauses , sinks in her words , watching as her throat constricts and moves as she delicately sips . then , he laughs . he's always enjoyed the way that mina has with words , even though he's inexperienced with it . there's nothing more ricardo garcia likes than a girl with wit . " maybe that's what it is . " he agrees easily , grin switching on his face like a light bulb . " but it got everyone talking , didn't it ? and it's gotten us triple in advertisements and sponsors . that's what we call smart money . " as the bartender puts a glass down next to him , ricardo holds it up to mina's and gently clinks it together . " did you know daniela ? " he asks , voice taking on a softer , curious tone . " or alaina ? "

[yoonmiina]

for a moment she can only stare at him, almost in disbelief. leave it to ricardo fucking garcia to find a way to ask the most unpleasant question ever without even knowing; like he's a magnet for sore spots. " my family is here actually... " she breathes out, at the same time her fingers wrap around the glass he offers. accepting it despite the fact that she shouldn't be drinking, she's SUPPOSED to be in recovery still after all. her own well being has never been a priority though, and alcohol could be considered one of her vices so she brings the glass to her lips and relishes in the way it burns down her throat. " why would i be mad about that? don't get me wrong i do think it was crazy of you to publish it, but... if you have some sort of humiliation kink or get off of doing stupid shit. that's like your thing, you know? i won't judge you for it. "

○    NOW DELIVERING TO . . .    ⏤ @yoonmiina !

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" why the fuck would you return to this town ? " ricardo groans out from where he's sitting . it's his first public appearance in a while and for once , he's playing the more discreet card . even monsters know when to keep their heads down and lick their hypothetical wounds . " everyone here is insane . " he adds , albeit carefully not mentioning the part HE'S PLAYED in the insanity . ricardo's eyes run up and down the familiar figure . ricardo won't lie : he relishes in someone else who knows new york . who attended the same parties . who he vaguely recalls , despite the distance between them . FINALLY , someone who's seen the world outside of this tiny , murderous town . FINALLY , someone who understands . ricardo offers his whiskey to mina silently , gesturing for another one for himself . " don't tell me you're mad at me , too , over the stupid fucking front pager on the register . are you secretly in love with bronte , too ? does this girl have a vagina made out of gold and sunflowers or something ? "