#kiraz - 001.

[briebarlow]

starter for: @kirazkaplan location: inferno speakeasy

Truthfully, Brie loved Inferno. She thought it was a much better hangout spot for the MC than Handlebars -- Though she unfortunately could see the appeal to the latter for those in cuts. For Brie, she preferred drinking somewhere where the floor didn't stick to her heels and the drinks weren't made up of shitty cans of beer. She often found herself at the speakeasy after work, to sip a martini and decompress, more so in the last two years. Unfortunately, her sitting alone had some wannabe MC groupie trying to talk to her -- Something she happily shut down, not mincing words when she told him to fuck off. Once he's left her alone, Brie shakes her head and finishes off her drink, signalling to the bartender for another round. "I need another martini after dealing with that," she rolls her eyes, huffing as she speaks. "They let anyone in here now, I guess." Brie adds, knowing she's speaking to Kiraz, who owns the bar. "It's gone down hill since changing hands." There's no real reason for her to complain, really -- But, she doesn't like Kiraz. That seems like good enough reason to start something.

[maevepeters]

Maeve listened, her soft gaze never wavering as Kira spoke. There was something unspoken in the air—something heavier than the twinkling lights or the festive music surrounding them. It was in the way Kira’s smile faltered just slightly at the edges, in how her words danced between humor and heartache.“Oh, I’m sure someone will make a scene before the night’s over," Maeve teased, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "The holidays do bring out the best and the worst in people… especially when questionable sweaters and too much eggnog are involved.” But as Kira’s tone shifted, Maeve did too. Subtle. Softer. She tilted her head just slightly, a quiet understanding settling over her features. “It is tough,” she admitted, no judgment in her voice. “All those picture-perfect moments—it’s like they’re lit up in neon this time of year, just to remind us what we don’t have.” There was no pity in Maeve’s tone, just the honesty of someone who knew that ache far too well.

Her lips quirked into something gentler, a faint, reassuring smile. “But don’t let the staged scenes fool you. Half of those people are fighting over whose turn it is to take the trash out, or burning the turkey.” Her voice dipped a little, almost conspiratorial. “And you? You’re not the only one who’s had a rough go of it lately, I promise you that.” The question about her plans earned a small chuckle, low and self-deprecating. “Christmas? New Year’s?” Maeve ran a hand through her hair, her shoulders lifting in a loose shrug. “Honestly, my plans are mostly kid-centered. I don't have any family here so it's just me and my little one this year around.” Her expression softened as she added, “She keeps me grounded, though. Reminds me that the holidays don’t have to be perfect to mean something. I mean she's still too young to know it but I want her to always know that.” She glanced at Kira, brows raised just slightly as if testing the waters before offering, “What about you? If you don’t have plans, maybe we could, I don’t know… make some of our own? A little less ‘Hallmark movie,’ a little more us.” Maeve’s smile grew, teasing but sincere. “I’ll even let you pick the ugly sweaters.”

There was something soothing about Maeve's presence and Kira immediately felt warmed just by being closer to the blonde. The smile on her lips grew a little more as her dark eyes bounced from Maeve to the beautifully decorated tree to the reflection of the colored lights on the white snow underfoot. "Well, now that you put it that way," she chuckled softly, "I wonder if any drama will break out here." Whether it be bickering families or a slightly inebriated attendee accidentally bumping into another that'd had one too many spiked egg nogs. Her gaze pulled away from the mayor in the distance and fixed on her company. "Yeah, most likely from that guy wearing the sweater with the reindeer pooping... I think there was one of Mr and Mrs Claus being a little too into the holiday spirit." She wet her lips and gently cleared her throat, a if you catch my drift action. "This city could end up with some," fake light cough, "colorful decorations." Even if she tried her best to keep a smile on her face and the conversations directed towards happier topics, Kira supposed she couldn't hide her sadness from someone as good as Maeve. The show of compassion and interest touched her a bit. "It's just tough, you know, seeing all of the happy families and loving couples." Her breakup with Leti was embarrassingly public. That video of her ex girlfriend in a kiss with the woman she didn't have to worry about had gone around the world multiple times. "Are you, uhh..." Her hands rubbed at the back of her neck a little, "do you have plans for Christmas and New Years and of all that?"

[kamilekaplan]

Headcanons #001

In her younger years, Kamile’s career goals were to be a ballerina. She’d been in dance classes from an early age and had hoped to go to the Royal Ballet School. Whether she was good enough to get in or not remains an unanswered question in her life. A broken ankle three weeks before she was to audition from a fall when climbing a tree put a stop to those dreams, but still, a live long love of the art form persists.

Kamile was a Liberal Democrat. Key word being was. She was active in the party and a member in her college days but fell away once she actually started in politics. The libdems don’t win elections after all, not in their own right, but the party of coalitions left a mark on her. Her loyalty isn’t to party or policy. It is to whoever could win, whoever she thinks she could make win. Being tied to one party would only hinder her plans. Shut doors that could otherwise be open. And there’s nothing Kamile hates more than a door being shut on her.

She became a mother aged fourteen. Needless to say her daughter, Kiraz, wasn’t planned. Being just a few years younger than Kamile’s younger brother her parents played a large role in helping to raise her. That coupled with the lack of years between Kamile and Kiraz did and still does lead to a bit of a perception of the pair as sisters rather than mother and daughter. Although she did take a larger role in her child’s life after university, it’s a perception that persists. One Kamile isn’t quite sure how to tackle now that Kiraz is an adult in her own right, both in public eye and in the relationship between the pair.

While her mother’s primary line of work after leaving modelling was in the world of charity, that move was a calculated one. Bringing the wealthy Kaplan family into the political echelons of the U.K.. A move that paid off with her elevation to the House of Lords in 2004 as a so called working peer. Then there came the small matter of Defne getting caught up in the tail end of the Cash for Honours scandal in 2007, something she managed to escape any and all consequences from and indeed the matter was forgetten by most. This all only adds to how Kamile looks up to her mother, both at how she clambered her way into the House of Lords and how any implication of wrong doing was escaped.

Due to her mother, Defne Kaplan, being a life peer, Kamile is entitled to style herself with the prefix “The Honourable”. The peerage itself however, she will not inherit though if she has her way The Rt Hon Defne, Baroness Kaplan will sooner or later be joined in the House of Lords by The Rt Hon Kamile, Baroness Kaplan. She’s already gone so far as to make a shortlist for her desired territorial designation, it’ll be needed after all someday, when there are two Baroness Kaplans.

[isabellamorales]

with: @criminvls​ where: the tate party

“Kiraz!” Isabella grinned, feeling immediately lighter at the sight of a familiar face. “Gosh, you have no idea how nice it is to see a familiar face.” She glanced down at the floor before back up at her companion. “This isn’t my usual sort of place to hang out, but I got invited as a plus one, so I thought it wouldn’t be too friendly to turn it down, plus I’m admittedly more than a bit curious, so...” 

She sighed, “I will say I don’t quite get all of the art here, so if you’d like a conversation as a distraction I’d be more than happy to do that. Unless you’re big into the modern art scene. I promise I won’t judge if you are.”

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[briebarlow]

It was a delicate dance that Brie and Kiraz did — They both knew better than to push too far, knowing neither wanted to answer to Mitch. Accidentally bringing heat to the club over simply disliking each other would have far worse consequences than either would like to deal with. Regardless, Brie enjoyed their back and forth. Tip-toeing the line was exciting, and personally — The blonde was hoping to provoke Kiraz enough to make her cross that line, while Brie sat back and watched. This was a perfect example of that — Part of Brie was disappointed the brunette hadn’t done anything other than water down her drink. Eyes roll as Kiraz speaks, scoffing as she takes her drink. “Being rid of you would do more for my ‘misery’, Kaz.” She purposefully calls her the wrong name, mostly for her own amusement. “I’ll leave getting on your knees at the club's beck and call to you.”

There was a special place in hell for the likes of Brie Barlow. At least it's where Kiraz envisioned the small gremlins go when time ran out for them, and by the way Brie liked to piss people off, the business owner assumed it was just a matter of time before she pissed off the wrong ones. The true frustrating part was that she had to do her best to keep their hatred at a certain level as to not be a nuisance or cause trouble for the club. Her patience could only last so long so it was more of a matter of time and she'd cherish every single second of it when the time came. The idea of adding something a little extra in her glass made her smirk, leaning forward to take her glass. It could easily be done with a turn of her back but she knew better than that. A bad reputation could be just as damaging to a business as an actual violation. Rather, she just chose to water down the drink. There wasn't any way she was going to use any of the good stuff, even the shitty booze, on the likes of her. "I think someone is. Maybe you should go in first and ask them for help getting that stick out of your ass. You could use with a good lay. Maybe it'll help with some of the misery. -- There you go, a special drink for you."

[briebarlow]

There wasn't any specific reason Brie loathed the woman in front of her -- There hadn't been an inciting incident, or altercation. The blonde has simply felt a sense of superiority to Kiraz, and it didn't seem to be something she'd be moving on from anytime soon. Plus, the brunette has proved herself to be a worthy sparing partner -- It almost feels like an invitation to start throwing insults at one another each time they find the other in the same room. Brie knows the bartender would certainly love to drag her by the hair, but at least Kiraz is smart enough to know if she lays a hand on the blonde it'll cause more trouble than it's worth. A morbid part of her almost wishes she would, just to see what kind of backlash it'd cause Kiraz. "Well aren't you clever," Her tone mocks, unimpressed by the brunette's terrible joke. "I know you can do much better than that, Kiraz. Don't be simple." Brie arches a brow, daring the other woman to push it further, making her disappointment over Kiraz's retort clear. A huff of laughter follows the other woman's mention of different bars. "Why don't you be a dear and make me another drink," The blonde suggests with a knowing smile, pushing her empty glass towards Kiraz before adding: "Unless a club member is waiting for you in the backroom?"

There were certain people that came with the Inferno that she wished would just disappear. A particular blonde, no taller than a child, was one of those people. The mere sight of Brie Barlow drained her and she'd often find herself pouring herself as many drinks while having to interact with her in order to keep herself numb to ensure she didn't do something that she would regret. "They've always let anyone in here." Her gaze remained on her longer than needed, but ensuring she knew that she spoke of her. "I'd normally take that under advisement but you know what they say about lawyers. They're just miserable. Actually, do you know what's the difference between a mosquito and a lawyer? One is a blood-sucking parasite and the other is an insect." Kiraz smiled, clearly pleased with herself even if she'd deliberately went on google during her latest break to find a lawyer insult. "Luckily for you, there's plenty of other bars. I'll be sure to hold the door open so it isn't what kicks you in the ass on the way out."

[maevepeters]

Maeve turned her head at Kira’s question, catching the glint of that shy, dimpled grin. It was contagious, drawing her own smile out with ease. She shifted her weight, the heels of her boots crunching faintly in the snow beneath the festive lights. "Free spiked drinks?" she echoed, a playful lilt in her voice. "Oh, absolutely. It’s chaos in a cup, and I think that’s exactly the energy these things thrive on." Her gaze flicked to the crowd, taking in the mix of awkward laughter, exuberant sweater displays, and a few overzealous dancers near the speakers. "Though," she added with a soft chuckle, "it might be an even better idea to station someone near the crafts table. Kids and slightly tipsy parents? That’s a recipe for some very ‘creative’ holiday ornaments." She glanced back at Kira, her expression softening as she caught a flicker of something more in her eyes. "What about you? You look like you’ve got a lot more on your mind than ugly sweaters and spiked cider." Her tone was kind, and open—an invitation to share if Kira wanted to.

❛ OPEN & KIRA. — HOLIDAY MINGLE AT LAKESHORE COUNTRY CLUB.

With the glistening white blanket of snow somehow the decorations were even more beautiful. Christmastime wasn't a personal holiday for Kira, and even if it was her estrangement with her family would put a damper on the years long tension. With recent news there was an unsettling in her stomach as she made her way around. Part of her wanted to jump in on the kids crafts but instead she people watched and chuckled at the ugly sweaters. "Do you think it was a good idea to offer free spiked drinks?" Kira's dimpled, shy grin displayed her amusement as she found someone else standing back a bit and admiring the crowd.