#〔 🦢 〕 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ﹕ bash cannon.

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〔　🦢　〕　　...　　“ 𝗼𝗵, 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘂𝗽, ” josie  exclaims,  every word dripping  with  disdain  and  disapproval.  she  didn't  exactly  have  a  reputation  for  being  difficult  to  provoke,  but  bash  always  knew  exactly  where and how  to  push  her  buttons.  she  takes  a sip  of  her  drink,  shooting  daggers  at  the  man  through  her  glass  with enough vitriol  to  probably  kill  him  twice  (  and  if  she  were  a  worse  person  she  would, cover it all up with help from her daddy —  could  blame  it  on  the  boogeyman  too.  )  “  you  literally  disgust  me.  dis-gust.  ”

THE PROTEST CAUSED A smug grin creased bash's features. he didn't mind getting on people's nerves, it was quite the talent, really. plus, it was relatively harmless with josie, not like he was going to start a bar fight with her. that was improvement on his part. in fact, he silently rewarded himself by choosing light banter over throwing some fists at some bloke over most likely nonsense. ❝ if you want an excuse to shower with me , you could just say so , ❞ he reconciled with a slight cheers motion upward with his drink before he met the cup with his lips

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〔　🦢　〕　　...　　𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵  𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀  𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱  𝗶𝗻  𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁  𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻  𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆  𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿  𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀,  josie  needed  an  escape.  she  spent  the  rest  of  her  day  worried,  fearful  of  what  might  come  next  after  the  loss  of  two  (  three?  )  women  already.  she  needed  something  to  wrench  her  away  from  the  anxiety  holding  her  over,  and  if  a  couple  of  shots  and  cocktails  were  what  she  needed  to  drown  out  the  noise,  then  she'll  gladly  take  it  up.   “  i  am  not!  ”   she  protests,  though  there  was  no  denying  her  clearly  smudged  eyeliner  and  the  way  her  words  slurred  together  as  she  spoke.  she  takes  another  sip  —  though  more  like  a  gulp  —  of  her  vodka  cranberry,  and  looks  bash  up  and  down  with  a  raised  brow.  “  maybe  you  should  take  a  look  at  yourself  before  calling  other  people  messes.  jesus  christ,  bash,  have  you  showered  today?  ”

LOCATION: REDSTONE BAR TIME: LATE NIGHT STATUS: OPEN STARTER

WORDS PAINTED ON THE HEADLINE always tended to be main goal at the register. bash; however, prided himself on an immersive story that held facts. unfortunately, the only facts seemed to be everyone knew fucking nothing. still, the entire day had escaped sebastian as vision went blurry once hues grazed upon the same words over, over, and over again . . . there was nothing to be proud of with the article and quite frankly, he planned to erase any association to the scattered theories by having one, two, five drinks. it didn't help that since the notice of another local dead, pressure only skyrocketed for the next leak. after all, you're only as good as your next story.

attention whipped to another as they somehow caught his attention enough to lower the glass from his cracked lips. it would have been difficult to hold back the smirk peering on his lips if he gave a fuck enough to try to hide it. ❝ well aren't you a fuckin' mess , ❞ he blurted out the honesty as he took in the other's appearance. ❝ what ? you can't actually be trying to hide it . if so , definitely don't part-take in poker any time soon , ❞