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"You're asking the wrong person, honestly." Although he tried to keep up with the chaos that seemed to envelope the town, the truth was that Wyatt only listened to what was important to him - kept to his own personal bubble and that was kind of it. "Some kid named Rhys, apparently." He shrugged, leaning forward until he could prop his elbows on the surface between them. "Something about finding his arm in the woods, I think?"

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LOCATION - SPIRITS

The amount of different stories she heard the past two weeks wasn’t surprising, somehow small towns had it’s talent for it. Everyone keeps adding to the story with their own twists and at the end it was completely different, “help a newbie out, what happened in this place? I can’t piece together this story.”

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In truth, Wyatt didn't have much interest in going out and connecting with anyone. Most of the time, he rathered to be on his own and having his personal life entwined with someone elses was always a little much for him. As it stood, the few people he'd crossed those lines within Hidehill were slim for a reason. "She wasn't my type, you know that. You're not doing much better, idiot. Too busy sitting here watching me - it's okay, I get it, but I've told you a thousand times, Rami... it'll never work between us."

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Rami sat idly as he listened to the conversation next to him, the attempts at flirting not coming across well. After a second he was fishing out his phone, "Should I call 911 cause I can't believe how badly you crashed and burned." he couldn't help but tease with a laugh. Not that his efforts had been any better. "Why do I feel like we're getting worse at this?"

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"Is there a reason that I should be inside, and you shouldn't?" Wyatt questioned rather bluntly, already quick on lighting his cigarette after it had died out in the wind. Shoulders rise in a halfhearted shrug and he moves to lean into the railing of the look out. "Too much shit to deal with, had to get out and away from it for a bit."

open to: everyone! ( @nightreststarters​ )

location: anywhere in town, nighttime 

“What are you doing out here?” Dom asked, turning towards them with raised eyebrows. “Shouldn’t you be staying inside like everybody else is, after the news about Rhys came out?”

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"What are you, timing me?" Wyatt sighed heavily, pocketing his phone in some attempt to ignore the constant stream of messages. "I've never bailed before." And he hadn't not on anyone - it just wasn't in his nature. Once he'd committed to something, that was it for him. "You'd never believe the bullshit I'm having to deal with after that Rhys kid was last seen at Medusa."

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"There he is!" Arun grinned as the other made their way over. "I gotta say, I almost thought you were ditching on me. You're not usually this late, dude, what's going on?" He chuckled, shaking his head.

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Wyatt: I'll collect monthly Wyatt: Just let me know when you've got something for me and meet me at closing at Medusa on those nights. I'll make it quick Wyatt: Me? Wyatt: I'm fine, Sawyer. Fucking dandy.

Sawyer: [ typing... erasing... typing ] Sawyer: [ five minutes later ] Sawyer: [ typing... erasing... typing ] Sawyer: I'll pay. Interest and all. Sawyer: Are you... okay?

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As promise, it only took him a few more minutes to sort out a slight altercation with a supplier, one that he couldn't very well function without. Although Medusa paid for itself three times over, it was the business below it that Wyatt intended to move into a near-autonomous development - and one that he didn't need messed up because Fey chose to seek attention at the wrong time. Closing his office door behind him, he cast her a rather droll look as he slipped his jacket off, tossing it across the nearest chair, "I told you I wouldn't be long," stepping in towards her, he didn't stop until she was pressed in against his desk, his hand taking purchase of her hip, "What's this about me making it up to you?" A brow rose to point, "For the interruption, I'd say it's you that owes me, Fey."

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Almost mindlessly, he took the blunt handed to him without second thought for where it came from, or who was offering it. The tail end of his conversation trailing off as a hand curled around the back of his neck. Sharply, he inhaled, drawing smoke into his lungs as he looked at Feyza with a rather indifferent look. Hadn’t he already told her how it would be, the pout on her face proving that she wasn’t used to not getting what she wanted almost immediately. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers, not quite a kiss, letting the smoke within his lungs drift between their lips, “And I told you I had some things to take care of first.” Wyatt drew back, “So be a good girl, and don’t interrupt me like that again.” As it stood, Medusa was predicted to be packed for the night, he couldn’t palm off everything to his staff. “I’ll be done by ten.”

Letting out a frustrated sigh as she pulled away from him slightly, Fey resisted the urge to roll her eyes, if only for the shiver that went down her back from the way he called her a good girl. “Fine, but I expect you to make it up to me for making me wait,” she stubbornly said, plucking the blunt from his fingers to take a long drag from it before making her way inside his office to wait for him there.

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Wyatt: well it doesn't? so, sorry about that

Wyatt: Because I don't want to? Is that so hard to believe? Wyatt: Evidently, it did Wyatt: What makes you think I haven't already done my penance for what I owed? Wyatt: Believe me, I didn't get off scot-free from this shit.

Sawyer: it should Sawyer: can be :) Sawyer: why wouldn't you go back to Chicago? Sawyer: and that someone had to be you? Sawyer: you and i did it together... shouldn't you owe some of it?

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Wyatt: is that supposed to mean something

Wyatt: still more than a pretty face then

Wyatt: I'm not going back to Chicago at least

Wyatt: interest for making someone chase after you

Wyatt: I'm here to run Medusa, and get what you owe.

Wyatt: oh it's YOUR town?

Wyatt: is that your oh so polite way of telling me to fuck off?

Wyatt: I didn't say I'd leave

Wyatt: I said I'd leave you alone. Maybe.

Wyatt:... Pay it off.. Plus the interest

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Wyatt: oh it's YOUR town?

Wyatt: is that your oh so polite way of telling me to fuck off?

Wyatt: I didn't say I'd leave

Wyatt: I said I'd leave you alone. Maybe.

Wyatt:... Pay it off.. Plus the interest

Wyatt: that was quick

Wyatt: I thought for sure you'd pack up and disappear again

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Wyatt: that was quick

Wyatt: I thought for sure you'd pack up and disappear again

Sawyer 📲 Wyatt

Sawyer: i wanted to make sure you were okay [unsent] Sawyer: please tell me they weren't trying to get you [unsent] Sawyer: got some money for you.

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"I figured," he noted with something of a huff of laughter - it wasn't everyone's style, but it was easier to push what he could through a club than a bar. That, and Medusa had already been in his family's name. "I didn't do shit - i'm just here for the books." Which wasn't entirely true, but it was an easy lie to palm off to anyone willing to believe it. "Yeah, just.. -- running into ghosts, you know. What about you? I saw your little run in with Grey.."

They shrugged, letting out a puff of smoke as they leaned against the brick of the club. "Medusa's isn't much my style, Wyatt, you should know this by now," they chuckled. "Too loud. Looks great, though. You did good. Or—whoever did it, they did good." They took another drag of the cigarette, glancing at him. "You doing alright? You look a bit worse for wear."

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"I'd have thought by now you'd have figured out you can't just run." Not from this - not from him, not as long as he had his mother breathing down his neck. Hadn't he always taught her to be one step ahead? To be able to predict all that might come next. It seemed like an impossibly long time since then. Every move she makes feels as if it's meant to brush the very edge of his control. Every minute detail of her features as she inhales until the cherry tip of her cigarette glows orange in the dark of the alley. "Mystery?" He huffs, some poor mix of laughter and disbelief, "I've never been all that fuckin' mysterious." Certainly not with her - hard to read, perhaps, but not all that full of mystery. "You know shit isn't always that easy. Cops are fucking idiots at the best of times."

"Didn't realize I was going to need to take precautions," the blonde scoffs. Hazel orbs drop back down to the lighter, flicking her thumb across it. Sawyer did everything she could to avoid this... ever since he wound up on Kat's door step a few weeks ago to make his presence in this town known to her and the fact the last now two times she's been around him, the organ inside of her chest decides that it still likes to react to the smell of his cologne. His hand snatches the lighter from her causing her gaze to annoyingly raise up towards him as her eyebrow arches. She doesn't need to look down to know one little flick was all it took for him to ignite the flame. She leans in slightly to light the end of her cigarette, inhaling deeply the second she could. She reaches up with hand to pinch the stick between her index finger and thumb as her eyes focus on him. "Interestin', guess I shouldn't be shocked that you're still full of mystery." She shakes her head as a soft huff leaves her. "You would think the people who murdered eight people and leaving two injured would be innocent somehow."

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Wyatt hadn't intended to stay back as long as he had, but Medusa seemed to take up more time than he genuinely thought it was worth. Running another sector of his family empire felt like sticking toothpicks beneath his nails, and yet... The noise as he left his office and all sound proofing gave way to the cacophony, the bite of a familiar voice drawing his attention through the crowd as he spotted Chloe. Riled up and spitting venom in the direction of two people he didn't recognise. Slipping through the crowd, Wyatt only stopped when his hand hovered just shy of the small of her back, "Do we have a problem here, Clo?"

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It started off by returning to the nightclub after closing up the boutique to find the purse she'd left the night before. Then the bar called to her and she couldn't help but get a drink. What Chloe hadn't anticipated was the 20-something duo who kept pushing her to get the bartenders attention. Sure they were hot and she would've let it go had they not bumped into her again spilling her drink mid-sip. "I'm only gonna tell you once don't touch me again. Because I will fuck you up." her voice raising to be heard over the music.

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At first, it feels strange stepping beyond the threshold of the place she's calling home. It's so far removed from the life they'd had back in Chicago and he can't see how Nightrest had become a place she felt she should come back to. Hues relegate the walls, and the depth of the entryway and for a fleeting moment, he does little more than listen out for any other life within the house. The click of the door closing draws him from such reverie and he turns on the spot until hues settled back to familiar territory.

"You just dipped," and admittedly, it drove little more than anger all the way through him when he'd realized. Not only because she'd left him behind in her search for whatever the fuck this town gave her, for whatever she'd thought he couldn't give her. One way or another. "You pissed off a lot of people on the way out, Sawyer." And that had been the truth - the fact that she'd skipped out while being neck-deep in debt with the Harlow's hadn't pleased all too many people.

Although his hands didn't move from his sides, he felt the instinctive flex of his fingertips as he stepped towards her. He wouldn't stay much longer - she'd made it clear when she'd cut him off that he wasn't someone she wanted around, but like hell he'd let her get away with running away from what she owed. "You're running out of time. One month, that's all you've got." He couldn't buy her more time. "You want me to stay gone? Pay what you owe."

It's the demand in his tone, one that she happens to know well. Her hand lifts from the door knob to the side of the door as her fingernails gently start to dig into the wood because it's apparent no one in this town knows how to keep their fucking mouth shut. At least she has the comfort of the killers being caught and locked away. She pushes the door open slightly as she turns her head to the side as if it's going to make Kat magically appear and force her to end this conversation once in for all. Her best friend being the only person who was fully fucking aware of who the man in front of her was to her.

First love. First heartbreak. First addiction.

Swallowing, she nods her head as she steps to the side to allow him across the threshold and when he does she shuts the door behind them. She turns around to lean back against the wood, debating on walking further into her friend's home. She knows deep down that he would never lay a hand on her but he's here for the money, isn't he? All of their late nights tangled in the sheets, sniffing up whatever he had on him from each other's bodies. She lifts her hazel orbs towards his azure ones, the ones she swears he can use against her.

She pins her hands behind her back, the urge to reach out and tangle her fingers in the cotton of his shirt. She knows the both of them during their year and a half together that they were much better at the not talking thing. She bites on her lower lip as she takes him in. Somehow it surprises her how she was able to pull herself from him and leave him behind. "What do you want, Wyatt?" She asks.

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"Tired? You say that like you make it difficult or something." But, just as he'd always remembered, Sawyer was the kind of woman who always seemed to find the spotlight, whether intentional or not. Wyatt remembered when it could be irritating at best, but it was still something that clearly drew him to her at every turn. "First off," he spoke with reverence, reaching to pluck the lighter from her fingertips. "I didn't buy the club." One flick of his thumb and flame springs to life as he holds it out for her, his other hand protecting it from the wind. "It's been in the family for years." WHich likely meant whoever owned it prior, owed money - and they'd taken it as collateral. "Second, they arrest innocent people all the time."

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Sawyer leans against the brick wall of the club, the buzz coursing through her. She raises the cigarette she bummed off some dude and places it between her lips, barely hearing the back door open and close. Hazel orbs focusing on the lighter, trying to flick it on. "God fucking damn it," she hisses. Her eyes raising up when she notices the tip of shoes in front of her. "Are you tired of stalking me?" She asks, arching a brow. "Move to my home town, buy a club I fuckin' love and ask questions all over town to find out where I live? If they didn't just arrest the psychopaths I would think you were one of 'em."