#int. bec flores: 001

[briggster]

closed for @becflores

location: fire & ice gala

"Okay, but...do you know any of these people?" Briggs asked out loud to no one in particular, but also to anyone that was around him and willing to talk about nonsense. "I've lived here almost my entire life and I don't know where they came from. No wonder they hate us. I'd rather stick to my leather jacket and my loud bar with people I know, you know?"

[briggster]

"Like who are they? When did they get here?" Briggs joked lightly, he wasn't really bothered by their presence in town, it was probably all the different substances in his system, making him just a bit paranoid. "You'd think all the murders and kidnappings would keep them away but such is not our luck."

"I don't know half of these losers are." Bec said as she looked around and squinted, trying to recognize faces but for all she knew, they'd just gotten old and she couldn't recognize them. "I love a leather jacket bar— but you're right, I think we need to start scaring some people out of town or at least making it harder for people to move here." Which was funny coming from someone who didn't even live here anymore, either. But it didn't matter because this would always, and forever, be home, no matter where she was.