#vicente 001

[twistxdcrafts]

with: vicente valdebenito valdivia ( @letugo ) where: vicente's home, upper cardinal hill

beau had a lot of customers for his witch-based produce. the majority of sales were for his candles, but orders for honey and royal jelly were common, and occasionally there'd be someone who needed refined or raw beeswax. most of them got his candles through the local shops, but he was open to direct orders from those he was close to. he was delivering an order to vicente, a friend who worked at the local bookstore. he'd thrown in a jar of honey and a new product he was trying to upsell, goat's milk and lavender soap, free of charge.

vicente lived in the nice side of town like his parents, upper cardinal hill. beau would've lived there himself, but the houses out here were so big, it felt silly for just himself. plus, he wouldn't have gotten the good deal he'd gotten down at lower side. he parked his truck at his parent's place, then made the walk to vicente's, which was slightly away from the rest of them. beau didn't mind, he enjoyed the walk, and he knew the company would be worth it by the end. coming up to vicente's home, he waved at the figure in the window and made his way to the door, knocking three times.

[sagitarianja]

quem: lola de la vega & vicente cervantes (@crvants)

quando: 24 de julho de 2024, cerca de 20:00

onde: jardim da mansão dos borbón

                   quando o estômago de lola roncou pela terceira vez em cinco minutos, ela decidiu que era o suficiente.     entregando sua taça de champanhe vazia para um dos garçons que passava por perto, a loira se levantou de sua cadeira e saiu em direção à porta dos fundos, que sabia que a levaria até o jardim.     no meio do trajeto, no entanto, se deparou com vicente.          ❝     vic!     ❞          chamou, acenando rapidamente para capturar a atenção do amigo.     sem perder o ritmo de suas passadas, a loira entrelaçou um de seus braços pelo de vicente e continuou a caminhar até a porta.          ❝     eu preciso tomar um ar, e você vai comigo.     ❞          disse em um tom que não dava abertura alguma para argumentos.     lola empurrou a porta e respirou fundo assim que a brisa fresca noturna bagunçou o seu cabelo.          ❝     sem exagero, acho que se eu ficasse mais cinco minutos lá dentro, ia ter um colapso nervoso.     ❞          a jovem comentou, indo na direção de um banco de pedra embaixo de uma árvore.          ❝     me diz que você tem um cigarro aí, por favor.     minha bolsa é muito pequena, precisei escolher entre ele e o meu batom, e você pode imaginar qual foi o vencedor...     ❞          lola fez um biquinho para o amigo antes de rir.

[ravensrevcnge]

"Well, thanks - I appreciate that. It's been something like a labor of love, I guess." Noah had never dreamed of being a business owner, that much was true, but he did need something to do to fill the endless hours. Where else to do it but in this town? Raven's Peak would always hold a place in his heart, even with the good and the bad that had happened here throughout his lifetime.

"What, that?" Noah smirks as he gestures towards the cup he fills, "That's nothing. The usual bartenders can do more, I'm willing to bet. Just a little trick or two you pick up in the business." Once he has passed the club soda on to Vicente he pulls out another glass, choosing something a bit stronger for himself. Sure, maybe drinking on the job wasn't typically recommended but he was nearly done here for the day, and frankly Noah couldn't give less fucks about what people thought of him.

Not to mention, he was a bit curious why a man who claimed to be seven years sober would even bother risking taking up work in such an establishment. Humans were strange creatures, now that he'd had centuries to watch their bad behaviors repeat time and again.

He lifts the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the whiskey he'd poured as Vicente tells his story. His head bobs in a brief nod. It seems feasible enough, he supposes, if a bit foolish. Why waste your life serving someone else's dreams, even if they were the supposed love of your life? "That's...noble of you."

As the question is asked regarding what he'd imagined for his life, Noah's cheek twitches with a hint of a humorous smile. Vicente would never know how much Noah hadn't expected any of this for his life. No, he was just making do with the cards that had been dealt at this point. "No, not particularly, but it's not half bad. I guess life has a way of throwing curve balls, doesn't it?"

He inclined his head in acknowledgement of the other man's congratulations of his accomplishment, moving out of the vampire's way to give him lead on where to take him. "This is a beautiful place, very cozy too," the hunter remarked, allowing for a few looks around as they walked. To others, he may simply be checking out and admiring the digs of the place, because there was certainly a lot to take in. But Vicente's wandering gaze was a tad more calculated than that, as he noted other things a normal person likely wasn't clocking-- like where the exits were and the ventilation system ran, certain areas that could provide source of cover and shadows... They had drapes at the walls...

What was it with vampires and their Dracula curtains? Those were very flammable.

Vicente took up one of the seats he was invited to, setting the folder on top of the counter. "How long did it take to learn that?" he asked, as Noah did a fancy trick with the glass. God knows you've had nothing else to fill your endless hours with, I bet, the male thought darkly. "What's that called again.. flair bar tending, right?"

He could say that sentiment went both ways. Noah didn't look as if he'd be interested in such a mundane thing as running a lounge club, even a nice one. Vicente would have pegged him more of a mafia, mob boss type with that severe countenance of his-- or at least something with a little more dangerous and authority mixed in, like that may be a thing he'd get off on. But that was also the hunter's own prejudices and biases against the other's species likely leading such a picture of him. "I followed a woman here," he shared while reaching for the soda, knowing this cover story like the back of his hand, "and it was actually her dream, to open her own business.. She'd already spent ten years as a maid, taking care of hotels, mostly. Well.." He cleared his throat thickly, as if the emotion of this fake memory was getting to him and he took a small sip of the club soda to clear it up. It helped, though, that there was a woman in his past that he had lost, just not this way. "She never got a chance to realize that dream, so I'm doing it for her. So here I am." Vicente's smile was sad, and he spread his hands out briefly in a 'what can you do' sort of gesture.

"What about you?" Another sip, before his fingers nursed the glass in closer to his chest, looking over the vampire not two feet away. "Is this what you always imagined for yourself?"

[crvants]

✶ 𝗪𝗘   𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧   𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞   𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧   𝗘𝗩𝗔   𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗔         ❜   task   001   .   

apesar  das  enormes  janelas  e  do  belíssimo  dia  que  acontecia  lá  fora  ,  o  primogênito  mantinha-se  no  computador  ,  enfurnado  na  biblioteca  de  sua  casa  .  até  os  melhores  livros  dentre  os  milhares  que  haviam  ali  ,  eram  incapazes  de  roubar  sua  atenção  .  e  ,  bem  ,  vicente  era  um  ávido  leitor  —  quando  a  leitura  era  de  seu  interesse  ,  é  claro  .  ler  artigos  publicados  por  seus  professores  não  era  bem  sua  praia  .  porém  ,  a  notícia  sobre  a  morte  de  uma  tal  de  eva  luna  cativou  toda  sua  atenção  .  o  quê  mais  o  surpreendeu  foi  a  similaridade  entre  ela  e  o  falecimento  de  sua  namorada  ,  linnet  .  ambos  os  corpos  encontrados  no  mar  de  mallorca  ,  altos  índices  de  álcool  e  substâncias  no  sangue  .  talvez  ,  mallorca  fosse  um  lugar  amaldiçoado  ,  especialmente  a  água  extremamente  azul  .  preferia  acreditar  que  era  uma  circunstância  de  exagerada  coincidência  ,  do  quê  algo  sobrenatural  .  a  convivência  com  saavedra  estava  cegando  um  pouco  seu  raciocínio  lógico  .  há  onze  anos  atrás  ainda  era  um  adolescente  e  sequer  lembrava  de  ter  visto  qualquer  coisa  relacionada  à  eva  luna  .  

a  única  coisa  que  o  fez  desviar  atenção  da  tela  brilhante  foi  o  ranger  da  porta  ,  então  ele  girou  a  cabeça  para  flagrar  quem  o  incomodava  .  se  fosse  a  irmã  ,  ela  certamente  escutaria  horrores  .  mas  ,  para  a  sorte  dela  ,  eram  apenas  os  pais  .  sua  mãe  ,  elegante  como  sempre  ,  caminhou  em  sua  direção  ,  os  saltos  ecoando  contra  o  chão  de  madeira  .  ‘  meu  filho  ,  você  precisa  desfazer  as  suas  bagagens  .  sabe  que  não  temos  mais  a  empregada  para  fazê-lo  por  você  .  ’  disse  ,  colocando  ambas  as  mãos  sobre  os  ombros  de  vicente  e  dando  uma  leve  apertada  .  com  os  gastos  do  pai  ,  que  se  mantinha  escorado  no  vão  da  porta  ,  foi  necessário  cortar  alguns  gastos  .  e  ,  por  causa  dele  ,  viviam  como  se  fossem  pobres  coitados  .  ‘  certo  ,  mãe  .  assim  que  eu  acabar  aqui  ,  farei  isso  .  ’  a  assegurou  ,  oferecendo  um  pequeno  e  desgostoso  sorriso  .  ela  estava  prestes  a  deixá-lo  ,  quando  ,  de  repente  ,  o  filho  a  fez  uma  pergunta  que  quase  foi  capaz  de  arrepiar  os  pelos  de  sua  nuca  .  ‘  vocês  chegaram  a  conhecer  essa  tal  de  eva  luna  ,  certo?  a  morte  dela  está  em  todos  os  jornais  .  ’  interrogou  ,  curioso  .  a  progenitora  foi  incapaz  de  esconder  o  imediato  desconforto  ,  respondendo-o  com  um  sorriso  amarelo  .  ‘  sim  ,  meu  filho  .  costumávamos  frequentar  alguns  eventos  juntos  ,  mas    já  faz  muito  tempo  que  isso  aconteceu  ,  não  a  conhecíamos  muito  bem  .  ’  por  mais  que  a  voz  fosse  assertiva  ,  ele  soube  que  aquela  não  era  a  verdade  .  pois  bem  ,  assim  como  os  pais  ,  também  era  um  mentiroso  nato  .  

‘  e  você  ,  pai?  ’  vicente  perguntou  ,  encarando  o  homem  distante  dele  .  fora  uma  pergunta  o  tanto  quanto  provocadora  .  o  jovem  e  o  pai  não  estavam  em  bons  termos  há  muito  tempo  ,  desde  que  recebera  a  notícia  sobre  os  maus  hábitos  alheios  .  então  ,  apertá-lo  ,  naquele  momento  ,  pareceu  a  decisão  correta  apesar  de  não  gerar  nenhum  fruto  .  ‘  bem  .  .  .  ’  a  frase  foi  interrompida  por  um  pigarro  ,  quase  como  se  precisasse  daquela  interrupção  para  formar  um  raciocínio  coerente  .  espalmou  as  mãos  na  calça  ,  secando  o  suor  .  ‘  é  como  sua  mãe  disse  ,  não  a  conhecíamos  muito  bem  .  ’  confirmou  a  versão  da  esposa  .  ‘  o  almoço  já  estava  quase  pronto  .  estamos  te  esperando  para  podermos  almoçar  .  ’  disse  ,  por  fim  .  com  a  sua  partida  ,  a  mulher  entendeu  que  também  deveria  ,  seguindo  o  marido  .  almoço  em  família  é  uma  ova  ,  pensou  vicente  .  estavam  ,  mais  uma  vez  ,  escondendo  algo  dele  e  era  só  questão  de  tempo  até  isso  explodir  em  suas  faces  .   

[buriedself]

@ VICORTEZ66 JUST POSTED … Happy 10th birthday to Waldo 🐶💓

001. STATISTICS …

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: vicente alejandro cortez. NICKNAME(S): chente, vee, vic, vice, victor (outdated), #66 (outdated). AGE:   forty5. DATE OF BIRTH:   march 27, 1978. PLACE OF BIRTH: miami, florida. CURRENT LOCATION:  manhattan. GENDER:  demi man. PRONOUNS:  he/they. ORIENTATION:  gay. OCCUPATION: retired formula one driver, currently trains formula one drivers & heads an organization for children interested in mechanical engineering. EDUCATION LEVEL: bachelor's of science in mechanical engineering from university of miami.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:  5'11. TATTOOS:   a few small ones on his calves, drawn by the kids he's mentoring. PIERCINGS: wouldn't you like to know... CLOTHING STYLE:   please don't ask i don't know fashion. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:  prosthetic left arm, glare, scruffy & greying stubble, burn scars on his arms and torso.

HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   none. SLEEPING HABITS:   gets approximately 7 hours of sleep, occasionally interrupted by nightmares. EATING HABITS: does not like sweets but chocolate <3. SOCIABILITY: 4/10 on a good day. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS: yes / once a blue moon / no.

PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:  badass teacher, brutal honesty, death glare, jerk with a heart of gold, mentor archetype, seriously scruffy, tragic bromance, used to be a sweet kid, icarus. INSPIRATIONS: wolverine (x-men), sasuke uchiha (naruto), haymitch abernathy (the hunger games), aizawa (bnha). POSITIVE TRAITS:   hot. is that not enough in this economy? cautious. what's it called when you're a good mentor. NEGATIVE TRAITS: reserved, caustic, maybe too sexy? LIKES: cheesy romance movies, quiet, hot cocoa. DISLIKES: the race track, driving, fire. FEARS: car accidents. HABITS:  not making eye contact. HOBBIES: axe throwing.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: alive & well. FATHER: deceased, natural causes. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none. BEST FRIEND:  tba. EXES: tba. SIBLING(S): two. CHILDREN: none. PET(S):  dachshund named waldo.

002. BIOGRAPHY …

dad was a mechanic that did some formula circuits when vicente was young. he basically grew up in his dad's shop, helping in any way he could. dad would take him to watch races when he could, and he managed to get vicente into karting by pulling some favors with the team he worked with.

his parents were rightfully nervous / scared about letting him do this because he was a reckless kid and a worse teenager. still, they loved him to death and let him race under the condition that he would still go to college and get a worthwhile degree just in case.

he graduated meche early and managed to start formula 1 racing with new york based racing team sentinel racing at 21 years old.

the team really took a chance on him because if he didn't do well, the entire team was going to tank by the time the season was over. he earned fifth in the overall drivers ranking and saved the team.

continued racing for sentinel and practically put the team on the map. over the course of his career, he won a grand total of 5 driver's championships.

[car accident tw] vicente was 32 when his racing career came to an abrupt end. mid-season, he got into a very terrible crash on the track, his car flipping many times and basically exploding into a fireball. he pulled himself out of the wreckage and the fire with the thought that he had to live for the sake of his family. he suffered some burns, as well as the amputation of his left arm below the elbow.

spiraled into a depression in which he isolated himself and just got worse and worse.

had some sense knocked into him a couple years back after which he reemerged and signed a contract with sentinel to train / mentor prospective and current drivers.

also runs a foundation to promote mechanical engineering for kids/teens and is very active in it.

refuses to show up at f1 press events.

is 100% convinced that the driver that crashed into him did it on purpose because he was on track for a sixth win.

has not made an appearance on any circuit since his crash

003. CONNECTIONS …

sentinel drivers he trains / mentors

close friend that pulled him out of his depression

people that were racing around the time he was still active

exes

current situationships

a sentinel sponsor ???

someone who drags him out to events even when he doesn't want to go

his Agent.... sorry for what you have to put up with

other people that had a fall from grace

idk. i am sleepy.

[gazetadoleste]

Prefeitura de São Vicente Ferrer

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[izabellaxramirez]

The man's statement at first had caught Izabella off guard; did he think she was the kind of person that was naturally scared of bigger dogs just because she had smaller ones. But then when she got a look at the dog closely, it was obvious why the other had been so quick to ask why. It was obvious this guy had been through it; the way that the dog coward behind the male and the look of his fur and bones just at first glance was enough for Izabella to know that this wasn't something she saw every day, thankfully. She could only imagine the things this poor guy had been through and seeing it broke her heart. She nodded as she looked up at him, standing a little straighter. "I'm glad you took him in.." she started, reaching into her purse for the bag of treats she'd just bought at the vet herself for her beagle who had struggled to gain weight when she rescued him, she handed them over to the male after handing her own dogs one. "These help with weight gain." she spoke, looking at him. "I got them for this guy when I rescued him about six months ago, and they helped him tremendously." she sighed. "You're doing a good thing. But if you ever need a helping hand or anything, feel free to reach out." she spoke, holding up a finger as she grabbed a piece of paper from her purse. "Here's my number." she spoke after writing it down. @vicente--gonzalez

"Ma'am--"

Vicente had to yank back on the leash of the skinny Great Dane that, currently, wasn't too friendly to any new people or animals. "It ain't us you need to be worried about getting hurt," the man warned in a firm tone, which probably didn't place himself in any pleasant manner, but right then, he was most concerned about this animal snapping at her smaller dogs or, worse yet, the woman herself. "I came across this guy in the streets yesterday," he then explained, a hand reaching down to stay at the large dog's neck in further attempts to keep him controlled. The Great Dane certainly looked miserable and unfortunate, with patchy spots of mange and its ribs visible, not to mention filthy beyond recognition. It also seemed to have a slight shake to it, wide stressed eyes darting from person to person, animal to animal-- shrinking back some behind Vicente, who had probably been its only source of comfort and safety in who knew how long. "I don't think he's too unfriendly," he said, with a look down at the dog, "but he's scared enough to protect himself if he feels threatened so.. might be best if you steer clear for the moment." Honestly, he had some serious doubts to this woman's dogs and whether or not they were properly trained, with how that beagle seemed so eager to come sniff them and she herself made comment how it could hardly stand the corgi. Not really the best sign. Either way, all the man wanted to do was get this pathetic dog he lured in from the streets the night before checked over and well, he wasn't sure what to do from there.

[blogoslibertarios]

Ex-presidente do PRTB, partido de Pablo Marçal, sobrevive a ataque à tiros no Distrito Federal

O incidente ocorreu na rodovia DF-001, próximo de Vicente Pires Foto: Reprodução     O advogado Joaquim Pereira de Paulo Neto, que já ocupou a presidência do diretório estadual do PRTB em São Paulo, foi alvo de disparos na tarde de quinta-feira, 10 de outubro. O incidente ocorreu na rodovia DF-001, próximo de Vicente Pires, e a investigação foi encaminhada ao Departamento de Combate à Corrupção e…

[vicenterosas]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT TASK #001

As of right now, what is your (OOC) endgame goal for your character?

I really want Vicente to get involved in some heavier plots, whether that's to help someone out of one or for he himself to be involved. I love writing the juxtaposition of a character who really doesn't know anything to do with anything suddenly being pulled into stuff that's way over their head. Could be that he's a pawn in someone else's game, used as bait, or getting him so revved up that he tries to strike out.

What is your character striving to do or complete, if anything?

Vic as a character wants to stay out of drama. Me as a writer wants him to suffer. He has family back in Texas that he barely keeps in touch with, but he sends money to from his job as a mechanic. And he has his flirtationship with Ash. Aside from that, he just wants to keep his pack safe - an increasingly difficult task.

In the next two weeks, what would your character be doing to further along those goals?

He'd definitely try and pick his Alpha's brain on what they could do to extend more safety out to those who might need it. Vic knows that Harford was built on staying on the sidelines, but he's starting to believe that maybe they need to step up and be an example - so he'd try and talk to Ash and see what they can do there.

Is there a long term plan? A short term plan?

Short term - gather information, make a plan, talk to werewolves from Eventide and see if they're feeling the same way. Long term - going against his natural instincts of staying out of it and getting involved in ways that he would have never done years prior. He wants to become stronger in any way he can, wants to make sure his pack and his friends are stronger to - this could mean being used by a witch or hunter, easily.

Would they enlist help along their way? Why or why not?

Absolutely, yes. Vicente has no qualms about admitting he'd be way in over his head when it comes to facing down others in the city. There's no way he can look at the vampire clans or witch covens or hunter guilds and think: yeah, I can take them on my own. He needs the help, and readily admits it.

What would frustrate them the most or get in the way of their plans?

Being harmed, and therefore putting him out of commission. He wants to help lead. You can't help lead when you're trying to rest and nurse wounds.

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[steviexwagner]

Stevie cocked her head and gave him a reassuring smile before shaking her head. "You don't have to go and you don't have to eat quickly, okay? You're welcome here. I'm not going to hold you hostage, though. If you want to go, it's okay. I promise you you're free to join us. I'd love to get to know you." She loved having people over and her home was welcome to basically everyone. She was always inviting and interested in people, like her grandmother was, and did want to know more about this man that knew Johnny.

Zoe smiled at him and said okay before she continued feeding her baby sister. As Vicente confirmed he had no allergies, Stevie relaxed and continued makinf lunch. "Thank you. My grandma bought it in 1995 and we moved up from Georgia. I inherited it when she passed when the twins were babies." She said, forcing herself not to feel the guilt about that as she usually did. She started in the fourth sandwich and a smile came over her again as he said that Johnny talked and wrote about her a lot. "I hope all good things." She teased; knowing full well Johnny would never say anything bad. They loved each other too much to do that. "He told me about you too. At least we are now, right?" She smiled and finished the sandwich. "Zo, I'll take Naomi if you get your brother." She said and watched as her oldest left before she grabbed the baby out of the high chair to clean her up. "So, tell me about yourself. Where are you from?"

He’s got one boot off and there are children. He knew about children, the children–from the letters. But they’d always been something of an abstract kind of thing. Again, he feels like he’s intruding. The door is right there. “I…I can just go,” he says jerking his thumb over his shoulder back towards the door “I mean–you did invite me in for lunch so it would be rude but I can just…I can eat real fast.” 

His attention is back on the children, on Zoe and he opts for the headspace he dips into when he’s out amongst the public; awkwardly crossing paths through the petting zoo between tasks. It’s still a work in progress, slotting into civilian lifestyle. Some days are easier than others. “Hi,” he says to her, to the little girl “Vicente can be a bit of a mouthful for…little mouths, call me V if you’d like, little miss.” 

It’s easier. A quicker way to break down the walls and opt for familiarity. And these people, Stevie and her children who are also Johnny’s children are closer to the familiar than any other soul in this town, of that he was certain. He gets to work on his second boot before following his host “No allergies ma’am, stomach of steel–ain’t met nothing yet I can’t knock back.” 

Not to say her cooking would be in that category and he was quick to correct that “I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” he looks around some as he walks “You have a beautiful home.”

It was the kind of thing that felt right, felt painfully obvious too as he fell silent taking in the sights. Thumbs hooking through his belt loops as he stands in place not quite sure where to seat himself until the silence (as much silence as one can have with three whole children) “He talked about you a lot,” it was another kind of thing that felt needed saying “Wrote about you a lot too–kinda wild it’s taken me this long to…get to meet you.”

[legaciesbia]

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                                             ┊Sendo  um  atleta  é  previsível  que  tenha  uma  sede  por  competição.  Ser  desafiado  é  como  um  caminho  sem  volta,  não  irá  parar  até  conseguir  ir  além  do  próprio  limite.  Somado  ao  fato  de  que  está  entediado  e  um  porre.  Está  aceitando  praticamente  qualquer  coisa  para  escapar  daquele  marasmo,  e  dividir  a  cozinha  com  Vicent  numa  tarde  que  o  Tiana’s  ainda  esta  tranquilo,  torna  sua  mente  oficina  do  diabo.  “―  Qual  vai  ser  a  aposta?”  Se  a  dona  do  restaurante  os  pegasse  provavelmente  iriam  levar  uma  bronca,  mas  está  entusiasmado  com  a  ideia  de  que  será  pior  para  o  outro  se  isso  ocorrer.  “―  Você  sabe  que  não  sei  dizer  não  para  um  desafio  seu.”  Pisca  em  sinal  de  desafio  ao  se  por  ao  lado  dele,  ajeitando  o  avental  para  que  proteja  sua  roupa  de  eventuais  acidentes.  “―  Quer  ver  quem  termina  uma  torta  de  maçã  primeiro?  De  olhos  fechados.”

[malachileclair]

DATE & TIME: February 15TH, 11:30PM LOCATION: Outside Vicente’s Sleeper TAG: @vicente-deleon

There's something about the way he leans against the archway of the door, something casual, but do you see the way his limbs move? Do you see how men hold themselves as if gods live in their throats, in their fingertips, in the way he holds an unopened vodka bottle by the neck, the way he scratches at his bottom lip in waiting for Vicente to meet that slow rap against a door, in the way he peers to him when he can see him. "Bought a bottle while we were all in the city," smooth voice, slow, chosen, "Thought you would like to be the one to first open it. I’m also afraid glasses are the one thing I don’t have."

There’s something of chess, there’s something of pride, something of charm in the way it’s worn as gold, gilded masks uncracked. (Maybe when the two of them are together, we can think of melted glue and wax, filling the holes of these silent, almost-felt masks. Because do you recognize something familiar, without even looking too deeply? It’s playing chess with someone that knows how to play as well as you do - so how do you always play to win, or just play because it feels natural to?)

“If you have other plans, I won’t be insulted,” straightens his back, something in his gaze that does say he enjoys the other’s company, he did seek him out when nights were going to be a silent train, when it’s this or a bar car with those who don’t speak the language as well as they do.

[llenore-blog]

DATE & TIME: February 20th, 11:45PM

LOCATION: A Bar in Paris

TAG: @vicente-deleon , @malachileclair

Lenore is five shots in. “I’m not drunk,” she’ll say if someone were to ask, “I’m having fun.” And it’s true. It takes much more to get her properly drunk—as of right now, she’s tipsy enough to be comfortably dizzy, tipsy enough to be smiling. Her eyes are brighter. It’s from the alcohol. All the same, this is a welcome distraction.

She has one arm wrapped around Malachi’s waist, and one hand laced through Vicente’s. “I’d like another drink,” She says, looking from her left to her right, pausing to touch Malachi’s shoulder with the side of her head. 

“We should each have another drink, no?” Looking to Vicente, she lifts her foot slyly and taps him on the ass, “You’re two shots behind, Vicente. Tienes que beber.” 

Eyebrows lifting at Vicente, Lenore levels him with a look that says, drink. Half-fun, half-challenge. “Or are you a lightweight, hm?”

Her grin is charming in the way it’s almost wolfish, the dark of her eyes gleaming. She leans back on Malachi and tilts her head up to look at him, asks, “Can you order me a drink, please?” 

[ravensrevcnge]

"There's a change machine," Gabriel offers, gesturing towards the front of the arcade, "If you're interested in playing a little longer. Can't let running out of quarters stop you. It even takes credit, so unless you're one of those people that somehow survives without a credit card in these days...Not sure you have a legitimate excuse..." Though of course, just not being interested in playing anymore was a legitimate excuse. Plus, he gets the feeling a lack of quarters isn't the only reason he's not taking up Gabe's offer to find another game to play...though if it's not the reason, he's really not sure what is.

"I'm uh - Gabe. Yeah, I guess I'm new, moved here a couple weeks ago I think? You must be a local to have noticed, I feel like... How long have you been here?" Gabriel's eyes slip down towards the hand that is held out for a shake and after a brief breath of hesitation reaches out to return the shake. Feels strangely formal, but he's not one to make judgements.

"Oh yeah, this place is rare," Vicente commented with a general look around at the antiquated arcade. "Not many towns have working arcade room, especially one with so many of the original games." As he shifted stance, a certain kind of smell came off the other. Definitely not strong, but... It wasn't anything good. And honestly, it was so faint, Vicente could almost convince himself it wasn't there at all-- or that it could have come from the shop's front door opening and closing as someone else left.

Where had he smelled that before, though?

"Honestly, I'm already out of quarters," Vicente sighed then, idly patting down his pockets with little interest. "But hey, what's your name? Don't think we've actually met before, are you new in town?" He held a hand out for introductions. "Name's Vicente."

[buriedself]

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