#sloan thread 001

[naomiayodele]

"Wow, that's incredible." She commented. The medical field had her full respect. It was why she gave the discount that she did - her little way of giving back to first responders in any capacity. "That makes a lot of sense." Naomi smiled a little before going on to answer her question. "There was a cheetah with a wine that I thought was cool and a few ones that featured snowy landscapes. Simple, maybe a little basic." She shrugged her shoulders, "I know, my office is bare too so I am trying to change it after having my little christmas tree in there. I am not sure if I want to still keep the winter theme or skip right to spring."

"I know, I really should. I loved doing pottery, I did it when I was in college and I would love to get back into it but I've yet to have time to do it." It was on her to do list, but she hadn't quite gotten there, hopefully in the near future. "I'm a surgeon, I specialize in orthopedic surgery but I also do surgery for the ER when I'm on rotation there and needed." Anyone who had the ability to do surgery was valuable, in a smaller town you didn't want anything to go to waste, or to get rusty but she kept more busy than you'd expect. "We have a few drinks, maybe not a ton, or I don't. Typically it's the people who are there that we're trying to get to donate that are drinking a lot." she admitted. "Oh yeah? What have you decided on?" she asked, curious as to what the woman was looking at. "I definitely plan to get a couple of pieces. Both for my home and work. My office is sorely lacking in art work."

[laureljacobs]

closed: @dancingdanvers

location: the women's bathroom at the hotel

After a short rendezvous with a pretty, tall blonde in a dark corner, Laurel excused herself to the bathroom with promises to be right back. It was a lie; the blonde seemed nice enough, but she couldn't kiss for shit, and Laurel was pretty sure that she was just a drunk straight girl who thought it would be fun to kiss a woman on New Year's Eve. Laurel would have to find some way to avoid her for the rest of the night, but with the crush of bodies in the main room, she figured it'd be easy enough.

She stepped into the bathroom, putting her mask, clutch, and fourth drink down on the sink counter and grabbing a piece of paper towel. She looked up at herself and frowned — Jesus, that girl had done a number on her lipstick. Laurel wetted the paper towel, starting to dab at her mouth carefully as she faintly registered a toilet flush behind her.

The stall opened, then closed, and Laurel looked up briefly to shoot a small, polite smile at the person stepping out as she reached to move her things to the side. As she went, she did a double take, the smile falling off of her face quickly to give way to slight trepidation. She knew the face — had seen it around town, looking at her with abject terror at times, and she knew it from a past life. One where, Laurel recalled, they'd had a rendezvous of their own in a bathroom that looked very much like this one.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then did it all again before finally deciding to speak. "This is a bit familiar for us, hm?"

[bradley-banner]

text thread | 📲 bradley x sloan

Bradley: do you have a gift registry for the baby?

[felixalbright]

closed @dancingdanvers

location: sloane's place

Felix could hardly contain his excitement as he headed up Sloane's drive, a gift bag for the baby and a bottle of wine in hand. He could hardly comprehend that the girl he'd known since she was born, a sister in almost every conceivable way, had a baby. He had a friends with kids, sure, but this was different. It was Sloane. He was struck, in a way that almost had happy tears springing into his eyes, at how far she'd come.

He knocked to announce himself before just letting himself in, impatient as ever. Felix poked his head in, a grin spreading over his face. He stepped inside fully and closed the door carefully behind him. "Sloane," he called out, sing-song. "You owe me a hug and an introduction to my niece!"

[leomlarson]

closed: @dancingdanvers

location: sea glass boutique

Leo was stressed. He had never been good at time management, but this was a new low for him. Although he'd already finished a painting for his mom and some necklaces for his sisters, he'd gotten so caught up with them that he found himself in need of presents for all of his cousins with only a few days to go before Christmas. He was in the middle of a frenzied shopping spree downtown, going into and out of stores quickly after just pulling nice things from the shelves. It was getting dark, and the shops would probably be closing soon, but he was determined to check everyone off his list.

Ducking into Sea Glass Boutique, his eyes immediately set on dress at the back of the store that he knew his youngest cousin would love. His arms full of bags that were making him take up triple the amount of space he normally would, he beelined through the aisles. Halfway there, he felt himself bump into another body that he just hadn't seen, not hard enough to hurt but enough to jar the other person. He turned to apologize, and the first thing he noticed was a baby bump. "Oh my god, I am so sorry," he started, putting the bags down unceremoniously to gesticulate and hold out his hands placatingly, a flurry of motion. "I'm such a mess, I wasn't looking-"

And that's when he realized exactly who he'd run into. Familiar and anxiety-inducing, a face that he had seen around town but avoided so actively that he'd once just turned around completely and walked quickly the other way when he saw her coming in the street. "Sloane," he said, finally stopping to breathe. "Hi. Um. Yeah, hi. I'm really sorry about...that. I'm feeling a little insane right now. Are you okay?"

[cricketcampbell]

for: @dancingdanvers

where: axel's kitchen

"Shit!" Cricket flinched at the sudden sight of Sloane in the entryway, nearly choking on the piece of pumpkin pancake she'd ripped into.

(In her defense, it'd been the first of the batch, which everyone knew never turned out right.)

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." She laughed awkwardly, still half-choking on pancake. "I didn't mean, like, oh shit, it's you. I just meant like...shit, I didn't realize anyone else was home shit." Feeling as if she'd maybe said the word shit one too many times, Cricket scrambled for a subject change. "Are you hungry? Eating for two now, right?"

All these surprise pregnancies lately had served as a great reminder for Cricket to keep on top of her own birth control.

[mackmontgomery]

"I yearn all over town, on many occasions. Any time and anywhere can be an opportunity to if that's where the vibe takes you."

More aptly, it was where his own mind tended to take him -- right back to places he would rather be with people who he no longer could see quite as easily. Even when it was for the better, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if things had worked out differently.

Queueing for a ferris wheel seemed as good a time as any to ask whatever crossed his mind, which was exactly what he did.

"What cruel twists of fate are you stuck on?"

@dancingdanvers

“Thank you, I don’t know much but I do know fashion and its limitations when it comes to bone rattling full body trips whilst in it.” The redhead shrugged, putting the sunglasses that had been sitting on her head up until now across her eyes instead, blocking out the glare. Thank god for her extensive love of sunglasses because there was hardly a day in Aurora she didn’t need to match a pair in some way to her outfit. 

Following his flourishing gesture she headed carefully across the uneven ground in her sandals. Axel had taken Ryen to some shade while she napped and the two were going to trade off having some time to wander around by swapping every so often so she didn’t feel bad about indulging in a little her time. “What do I want to yearn about? Sounds like you’ve got it about right there. Missed opportunities, cruel twists of fate, the lure of what could have been if things were different….” She shrugged. “Do you often find yourself yearning a lot at carnivals then?” @mackmontgomery

[stellarhistoria]

sloan shouldn't even be chancing talking to him - wolfwood. it's a risk, it might send them back to that awful place; to a casket waiting, expecting to be filled. but here they are. the two of them. sloan never said they were wise, only here for a good time.

fingers reach out, plucking the lit spiff dangling from his lips. "shit'll kill you, you know," they remark with their usual deadpan, voice rough from disuse. sloan takes a drag of it purely to spite him, huffing the smoke from their nose and - just barely - smiling.

taking command over my asks are we? @strywoven. / sloan & wolfwood.

it was odd, always odd, to see someone who was civil from that damned organization that he was reluctantly a part of for some ends to be be able to be met. to meet someone who didn't want him to go back, or at least had no qualms with how little he was actually following the orders he was given, it was a kindness, and a rarity he often dissected.

eyes glance down at their hand for a split second that their fingers take the cigarette from his lips, where it almost seemed to permanently hang, dangle every time he spoke, as if it were a comical additive to his whole supposedly goth presentation on the world around him.

even so, he doesn't stop them, instead choosing to raise a brow and reach into his pocket to take out a pack of new cigs'. "Could'a just asked if you wanted one." he lightly teases before looking forward again, pocketing the pack. "Yep. If the cigs' kill me first, then I will've lived a good life."

[polo-drone-070]

Golden Army vs. Pachy Pack 

(This is a collab, done with most of Management :@brodygold, @polo-drone-084, @goldenherc9, @polo-drone-001, @polo-drone-110, @danielgold-16. Special thanks to @polo-drone-050 for sharing his expertise on Hockey to proofread and improve the story, and to @polo-drone-151 for helping with a difficult picture. Results and MVP were based on activity in match preparation. Thanks to all the bros that participated.)

First Period

The arena was alive with energy as fans packed the stands, waving banners and chanting for their teams. On one side, the Pachy Pack’s supporters, clad in grey and white, stomped in unison, mimicking the rumble of an elephant herd. On the other side, a sea of shimmering gold erupted in deafening cheers as the Golden Army players took the ice. Their energy was matched by Maximus (@polo-drone-070) as a The Gold Knight and Leander (@leander-gold-88) as Dorado, who dashed along the sidelines in their mascot uniforms, rallying the crowd with every dramatic gesture.

Xavier (@polo-drone-039) stood at the edge of the Golden bench, leaning on his crutches. His presence, despite his injury, was a beacon of inspiration for his teammates. "Oi, lads! Let’s show these tuskers what we’re made of! Gold doesn’t break!" he yelled, his voice cutting through the noise.

The players lined up for the opening faceoff, Herc (#9, @goldenherc9) , the Golden Captain, standing tall at center ice, locking eyes with his counterpart Devlin Quinn (#8), Captain of the Pachy Pack. The puck dropped, and the game began.

The Pachy Pack’s Stampede

The Pachy Pack came out strong, immediately showcasing their physical dominance. Sloan Ivanov (#99), known as “The Crusher,” made his presence felt early with a devastating check on Brock (#46, @brockgold), sending him into the boards. Standing back up, pissed at the clearly missed penalty from the refs, Brock shook it off, but the message was clear: the Pack wasn’t here to play nice.

Viktor Makarov (#21) barreled down the ice, his massive frame plowing through Chevy (#63, @chevy-gold) and Briar (#50, @polo-drone-050) as if they weren’t even there. He launched a blistering slapshot, but Daniel (#16, @danielgold-16), the Gold Team’s goalie, made a brilliant glove save, locking down the puck and ending the pack’s play, drawing cheers from the crowd.

“Nice one, Danny!” Xavier hollered, pumping his fist from the sidelines.

The Gold Team struggled to find their footing against the Packy Pack’s relentless pressure. Magnus “The Tusk” Johansson (#12), the Pack’s goalie, was a wall, blocking early attempts from Max (#32) and Grayden (#84, @polo-drone-084). Despite Herc’s best efforts to rally the team, the Pachy Pack’s “Tusk Wall” defense seemed impenetrable.

The First Goal

Midway through the period, the Pachy Pack struck first. Devlin Quinn orchestrated a smooth play, threading a pass through Gold’s defense to Viktor, who was parked in front of the net. Viktor muscled past Brock and Chevy, tapping the puck past Daniel on the rebound.

The arena erupted in cheers from the Packy fans as the scoreboard lit up: 1–0 Pachy Pack.

Herc skated to the bench, his jaw tight but his eyes blazing with determination. “Keep your heads up, lads. We’re not letting them get another one,” he said, his voice steady.

The Turning Point

With under two minutes left in the period, Grayden found himself in a one-on-one battle with Sloan along the boards. Sloan, ever the enforcer, attempted to shove Grayden off the puck with his brute strength, but Grayden used his speed and agility to slip away. The crowd roared as Grayden fired a crisp pass to Herc in the neutral zone, sparking a counterattack.

Herc weaved through two Packy defenders with effortless precision, closing in on Magnus. He faked a slapshot, drawing Magnus out of position, and snapped the puck into the top corner of the net.

“YES, LAD!” Xavier shouted from the bench, his crutches clattering as he cheered.

The arena exploded with noise as Herc raised his stick, his teammates swarming him to celebrate. The scoreboard now read 1–1, and the Gold Team had found their spark.

End of the First Period

The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the period. The Gold Team skated to the bench, their confidence renewed. Maximus waved his sword dramatically, whipping the Golden fans into a frenzy. Dorado, ever the showman, performed a mock joust with the Packy mascot, drawing laughter and cheers from the stands.

In the locker room, Herc addressed the team, his voice calm but commanding. “We’re in this, lads. Keep pushing. They might be big, but we’re smarter, faster, and hungrier. Let’s play our game.”

Grayden, still catching his breath, Thought of Sloan’s frustrated figure back on the ice and smirked to himself. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot. 

With the score tied at 1–1, the stage was set for an explosive second period.

Second Period: A Golden Turnaround

The Pachy Pack charged into the second period with the same physical dominance that defined the first. Sloan Ivanov (#99), the Pack’s resident “goon,” wasted no time throwing heavy checks and stirring chaos on the ice, making it clear he hadn’t forgotten his rivalry with Grayden (#84). Viktor Makarov (#21) continued to crash the net, relentlessly testing Daniel (#16) with shots from every angle.

Despite the Pachy Pack’s aggression, Herc (#9) kept his team focused, his booming voice cutting through the chaos. “Stay sharp, lads! Play smart, stick to the plan!” Herc barked, his commanding presence grounding the team and keeping their discipline intact even as Sloan tried to instigate further.

Packy Strikes First

Four minutes into the period, Devlin Quinn (#8) took advantage of a sloppy turnover by Darryl (#62, @darryl-gold). With a burst of speed, he deked around Briar (#50) and slid a backhand past Daniel, putting the Packy Pack up 2–1.

The Packy fans erupted as Devlin skated past the Gold bench with a smug grin. Sloan added to the chirping, sending a hard check into Grayden, who stumbled but refused to fall.

Brock Steps Up

The Golden Army refused to back down. Herc’s leadership shone as he pushed his players to dig deeper. "Come on, Brock! Show them what you’ve got!" he shouted, clapping his stick against the ice.

Brock (#46), filling in for the injured Xavier, rose to the challenge. Moments later, Alex (#64, @polo-drone-151) set him up with a clean pass at the blue line. Brock wound up and unleashed a blistering slapshot, the puck deflecting off a Packy defender and into the net. The crowd roared as Brock tied the game 2–2, throwing his fist into the air with a triumphant yell.

Grayden vs. Sloan

The turning point came with just over five minutes left in the period. Sloan, growing frustrated, delivered a reckless hit on Grayden, sending him sprawling to the ice. The referee’s whistle blew, and Sloan was sent to the penalty box for boarding. Herc skated over to Grayden, helping him to his feet. “You good, lad?” he asked. Grayden nodded, fire in his eyes. “Yeah, Cap. Let’s make ‘em pay for that.”

On the ensuing power play, Grayden showed why he was quickly becoming a key player. In a dazzling display of skill, he weaved through the Packy defense and fired a perfect pass to Herc, who slammed the puck past Magnus “The Tusk” Johansson (#12). Herc’s second goal of the night put Gold up 3–2, and the Golden fans went wild.

End of the Second Period

As the horn sounded, the Gold Team skated to the bench with renewed energy. Herc’s steady leadership and the team’s resilience had turned the tide. In the locker room, Herc kept the momentum alive.

“They’re cracking, lads. Keep up the pressure, and this is ours. Stay focused, play for each other, and let’s finish this strong!”

Grayden, still seething from his clash with Sloan, smirked. “We’re not letting them off easy.”

The Gold Team was ready to finish what they’d started.

Third Period: Unstoppable Gold

With the Pachy Pack growing desperate, the Gold Team capitalized on their frustration. Herc’s leadership was in full effect, directing plays and keeping his teammates calm under pressure.

“Stay tight, lads. Don’t let them back in,” Herc said, his voice clear and commanding.

Ezan Shines

Early in the period, Ezan (#1, @polo-drone-001) made his mark. Picking up a loose puck in the neutral zone, he powered past two defenders and ripped a wrist shot over Magnus’s glove, extending the Gold lead to 4–2. Ezan skated to the bench with a confident grin, bumping fists with Herc.

Briar’s Moment

With just over six minutes left, the Pachy Pack launched a ferocious push, determined to claw their way back into the game. Viktor Makarov (#21) thundered down the ice, barreling toward Daniel (#16) with Devlin Quinn (#8) flanking him. It looked like a guaranteed goal.

But Briar (#50) read the play perfectly. As Viktor tried to drive to the crease, Briar stepped into his path and delivered a bone-crunching check, sending Viktor sprawling to the ice. The crowd erupted as Briar scooped up the loose puck and cleared it out of the zone.

“Atta boy, Briar!” Herc shouted, skating by and giving him a hard stick tap. The play killed the Packy Pack’s momentum and drew chants of “Briar! Briar!” from the Gold fans.

Grayden Seals the Deal

With less than five minutes remaining, Grayden delivered the dagger. Breaking free from Sloan’s shadow, he dekes past two Packy defenders, pulls Magnus out of position, and roofs the puck into the net. The crowd erupted as Grayden celebrated, pointing to Herc and Xavier on the bench in acknowledgment of their leadership and support.

Sloan, furious and embarrassed, took another penalty for slashing Grayden after the goal, effectively ending his night.

Daniel’s Final Save

The Pachy Pack mounted one last push, but Daniel was a wall in goal. In the final minute, Viktor blasted a slapshot from the blue line, but Daniel dove across the crease to make a spectacular glove save, preserving the 5–2 scoreline.

Post-Match Celebration: A Golden Playoff Victory

As the final buzzer sounded, the arena erupted in cheers, the Golden Army celebrating not just a hard-fought 5–2 victory, but a ticket to the playoffs. The Gold Team flooded the ice, their golden jerseys shimmering under the lights. This wasn’t just any win—it was the win that would send them to the Cup.

Herc (#9), the heart of the team, stood tall at the center of the celebration. His leadership had held the team together on and off the ice, pushing them to excel when it mattered most. “We’re goin’ to the Cup, lads!” Herc shouted, raising his stick to the roaring crowd.

Brock (#46) was swarmed by his teammates, his breakout performance earning him chants from the fans. Grayden (#84), one of the night’s stars, skated over to him and said, “You earned this, bruv. Proper legend tonight.” Grayden himself had overcome the relentless aggression of Sloan to deliver game-changing plays, his rivalry now firmly settled.

Xavier, still on crutches, joined the celebration, his voice hoarse from cheering all game. “Oi, lads! You smashed it out there!” he called, grinning as Herc pulled him into a one-armed hug.

Behind the scenes, Briar (#50), ever the strategist, had been pivotal in organizing the defensive plays that turned the tide. He had kept the team focused under the Packy Pack’s pressure, ensuring every moment on the ice counted. Herc caught his eye during the celebration, giving him an approving nod. “Solid work tonight, Briar. Couldn’t have done it without you.”

On the sidelines, Maximus as The Golden Knight and Leander as Dorado kept the energy alive, leading the fans in chants as they waved the Golden Army flag. “Oi, Gold’s goin’ to the playoffs!” Maximus bellowed, earning deafening cheers. Leander capped it off with a final playful face-off against the Packy mascot, sending the crowd into hysterics.

The Pachy Pack skated off defeated, their physical dominance undone by the Gold Team’s skill, strategy, and unshakable unity.

Back in the locker room, the celebration continued with cheers and popping champagne. Herc raised a bottle high. “To the Gold, and to the Cup! This is our year, lads!” The room erupted, every bro and drone united in one purpose: to bring the Cup home.

__________ To join the Gold Army, contact one of our recruiters @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[stellarhistoria]

i hope it finds me. // sloan for wolfwood bc i will forever think it's a funny interaction.

poetry is stored in the tags / @strywoven. / sloan & wolfie.

"Ya don't."

the words are blunt, the dented cigarette waggling as he speaks to the person before him. he'd heard of someone a long time ago, escaping and managed to STAY that way. he's not a stranger to the feeling of EYES & EARS EVERYWHERE but at the same time, it was hardly a good thing to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Ya got away. Keep it that way. There's too much life t'live to waste it being scared." he takes a drag of his cigarette and blows it outward, upward into the ceiling. "Try being angry for a sec'. Or laughing at something when you feel the urge to, instead of when you're told ta. Live for yourself, and that's too hard, finding something to work towards seems to work."

[aidanbishop]

With a bit of a shrug, Aidan drew his hand back, tucking the matchbook into the breast pocket of his denim jacket where his half-crushed pack of Marlboros already resided. He snorted softly at the other's phrasing, a hand still fiddling with the button on his jacket as blue eyes cut back in her direction, "You make it sound like you're resisting the urge to cut people open all night long." But, no, he understood what she meant. That eternal struggle to shift between work mode and simply existing in the world. For Aidan, he seemed to be stuck in a perpetual state of winding down these days. He shrugged again at her reassurances while taking another drag. "Must be boring to be a surgeon in a small town," he mused. "You can't see alotta action around these parts."

It didn't take long of milling through the room filled of people to a group of nurses and other medical staff she knew. They had been confused in her asking for matches, given everyone knew she didn't smoke, but no one asked questions. Upon returning she handed them over to the man, "You're welcome." she said, not minding, she was feeling happy to help, even if it was something she typically was talking about the negative things involved with smoking, but it was a stressful time of year, who was she to take away someone's way of dealing. "Keep them, they have more." Gesturing back inside.

When he asked she laughed, "Not quite, I'm a doctor, surgeon by day, attempting to shut that part of me off by night. Apparently I'm still figuring how to do that." Given that part of her so engrained in her. "So no, not a lot of emphysema lectures, I save that for the pulmonologist unless it's in casual passing, though I promise I'm not here to ruin your... er -- fun?"

[silascodys]

silas 📲 sloane.

silas: wassup 😁

silas: it's silas

silas: i'm way easier to read in text and not my shitty handwriting 🤣

[mournfulminds]

╱ cont. from here ┊ ❪ @waveofstars​​​ ❫ . 

          Sloane was nothing, if not stabile in her pursuit to prevail in this Peter Pan complex, Leonie having seen it one too many times since their fateful meeting all those years ago. She presumed she should eulogise the barista, for her devotion to such an attitude, and if she cared to probe further, she was sure she could open the whole can of worms of and what made Sloane the way she was, but in truth, Leonie was nothing more than a witness to her life. She does not want to evaluate the other as if she was one of her patient’s. She comes to speak, before pilfering the cigarette from the other’s lips and taking a long drag of her own, “ah, where have I heard that one before?”   

“So you think you’ll just stay like this forever? Yeah, you’re right, growing up is overrated anyway. Who would want to grow and learn and change, sounds horrid,” she remarked with a roll of her eyes, one hand offering the cigarette back to the owner, the other pushing off the wall she had been leaning against. 

[crmsns]

@sloanefm​ // christian stood back from the crowd, just stealing a second to survey the scene. nothing jumped out at him, but he did notice sloane just a few feet off. he hadn’t talked much with the new girl, but he figured there was no time like the present. he approached sloane with a short, “hey,” and a nod of his head. “you hit the jackpot yet?”

[izabellaxramirez]

"Yeah, I mean sometimes you'd be shocked at the amount of people that get more interested when they see someone unavailable.." she spoke, shrugging a little as she thought. She understood where Sloane was coming from - anyone with taste or class would do the opposite, making sure to steer clear from anyone that appeared to be in a relationship - but, if she could do anything to be there for someone in need, she'd do it. "I'll be a wing woman, whatever you need." she shrugged. "If you just need someone to stand, have drinks, dance with you and talk until someone notices you; I'm the girl for the job." she winked. "I'm just glad you were able to get out of it with no hesitations. And that you blocked her." she shuddered. "Sounds like you dodged a bullet." @sloanexlawson

furrowing her brows, she looked over at the other as she went on about her idea. "i don't know. do you really think acting as my date is a good idea? i think that might turn most of them away." at least the ones that had morals. though, she didn't hate the idea of a wing woman. it would definitely be nicer than attempting to meeting another person on another one of those god forbidden dating sites. "but we could try it? not the whole dating part but the wing woman part doesn't sound so bad to me." she added. she paused to sip at her own coffee and she pursed her lips, "definitely faked an emergency. told her my babysitter had to leave so....thankfully, i got out of that pretty easy and then blocked her number."

[legionsofpersonas]

@itsxharris Gwen & Sloan from x

Gwen appreciated the care, though she should have probably just let those at the hospital take care of it. The problem had been her nearly lost composure, in front of cameras and others. Someone with a grudge against her company had decided to use her as an example, during the press meeting that she had been holding. It had been incredibly difficult for her to maintain herself, restraining that instinctual need to lash out. She could have disarmed him with ease and ended his life right there but that would have brought up questions, put her in the spotlight in a way that she didn't need to be. Instead, she had brushed off the help offered and left, to the understanding of everyone present.

"He's already sitting in a jail cell somewhere. They didn't let him run off." She didn't know if he had seen the footage or not yet. He wouldn't be able to miss it soon enough. "Let things cool down for a little bit at least. Don't need anyone getting suspicious of anything. Okay?" The soothing attempt likely wouldn't work well, understandably so. She had wanted to slice and dice the guy herself.