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raminakhatri‌:

Ramina had no plans of seeing the light of day while the Thanes were away, not wanting to tempt anyone should there be someone with plans to try and hurt her or do her in. She was fairly certain Kane had already forgotten about her. After all he’d already done his little beat down, and she had a feeling there were a good amount of people higher on his list than her. But there were those that thought Sirens belonged to them, ones that might still come after her in spite of everything. So she would stay indoors and away from windows. But she tried her best to brush those thoughts aside as she looked again at the shirt Layla was holding up, letting her eyes go over it before saying, “I like it, but if you bring that one—” Ramina rustled through some clothes for a minute before procuring what she wanted. “You also have to bring this skirt to wear with it. You’ll be the hottest bitch in hiding…minus myself, obviously,” she teased. 

Ramina had been one of Layla’s closest friends when she had been new to town. The woman had shown her tricks of the trade and they had bonded over their shared background. Being a siren was complicated in general, but adding in potential feelings for a friend made things worse, which was simply why they had never dared to admit that there could be something more between them. There were moments, like this one, where Layla wished that she could have just gotten the balls to tell Ramina that she had felt something more for her. She knew that it was for the better though, they both couldn’t deal with just making it by. “Hottest bitch in hiding who is also a mother, now we both get to be the hottest bitches in hiding.” She took the skirt from Ramina, placing it under the shirt to look it over. “This outfit would have Jer’s drooling. Sad that he won’t see me in it.”

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15, 36, 49, 65

15. What was your OC’s childhood like?

Up until she was fifteen years old, Layla’s parents gave her everything she wanted. A new horse? Have two. A pair of Louboutins for her fourteenth birthday? Absolutely. However, with everything she was given, they rarely had time to pay attention to their young daughter. It gave Robert the in he needed to groom her. He took her in and gave her all the attention she craved. 

Childhood ended when Layla was fifteen. Life without her parents money was a lot more difficult than she expected and being forced to learn life skills was never something Layla thought she would have to do. 

36. What are your OC’s thoughts/opinions of his/her current profession?

Layla doesn’t want to be a waitress. However, she does want to work. Ideally, Layla would like to teach kindergarten. She loves interacting with young children and molding them into good kids. She knows this goal is not realistic at this point as she doesn’t even have a high school diploma. 

49. If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

It wasn’t until Layla was older that she realized how Robert was abusing her. She had been twenty one when it finally hit that he had taken so much from her and for a very long time she attempted to shove that trauma away from herself. Escorting and then being a siren for the MC was, in a way, healing for Layla. Though, when Cronus wanted her, that control and healing she had felt was pulled away from her. It more often than not sent her down a spiral that she had to pull herself out of. It was difficult and Layla still struggles through some days, but she has begun to think she is on the road to healing from what was done to her.

65. What is your OC’s favorite drink?

Layla’s favorite alcoholic drink is red wine. Her favorite soft drink is ginger ale. 

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OC Asks

 What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

 What is the color of your OC’s eyes/hair/skin?

 How tall is your OC?

What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances?

Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

What does your OC’s bedroom look like?  His/her living area?

What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother?

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her father?

How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

Who is the mother and/or father figure in your OC’s life?

What was your OC’s childhood like?

What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted him/her?

What is your OC’s imagination like?

How many times did your OC move as a child?  Which area was his/her favorite?

What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

What kind of mother/father would your OC be?

Who are your OC’s closest relatives?

Who is/are your OC’s closest friend(s)?

Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

Why does your OC and his/her soulmate work so well together?

What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

How did your OC and his/her soulmate meet?

What is your OC’s level of education?

Did your OC participate in extracurricular activities, and if so, what were they?

What is your OC’s opinion of school?  What kind of student was s/he?

What subjects did your OC excel at?

What subjects interested your OC?

What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession?

How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession?

What are your OC’s thoughts/opinions of his/her current profession?

What is your OC’s biggest dream?

How does your OC react to and handle stress?

How does your OC handle anger?

How does your OC handle grief?

What is your OC’s greatest fear?

What makes your OC happy?

What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

What are some things that annoy your OC?

If your OC has them, what are some regrets s/he has?

How easily does your OC forgive?

What are some of your OC’s vices?

If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

What secrets does your OC have?

What are some of your OC’s morals?

What are some of your OC’s motivations?

What is the health of your OC?

Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

What are your OC’s thoughts on death?

What are some of your OC’s strengths?

What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

How does your OC take criticism?

What does your OC think of him/herself?

If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be?

What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

How emotionally/mentally vulnerable is your OC with other people?

How does your OC display love?

What are some habits your OC has picked up?

What is your OC’s favorite drink?

What is your OC’s favorite food?

What is your OC’s favorite sweet?

What is your OC’s favorite season?

What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather?

What is your OC’s favorite book?

What is your OC’s favorite movie and/or TV show?

What is your OC’s favorite kind music (and song if there is one)?

What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment?

What is your OC’s favorite color?

What is your OC’s favorite scent?

What is your OC’s favorite animal?

What is your OC’s favorite sound?

What is your OC’s favorite time of day?

What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream?

What is your OC’s favorite dinosaur?

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rcina‌:

If there’s anything Reina can get behind it’s leaving her kids with the babysitter and when Layla brings up Becky, she tilts her head in agreement, raising her glass as her sister in law just did. “Amen.” Unfortunately, bringing along their usual babysitter wasn’t really a plausible option for their impromptu lake trip. As openly available as Becky always was, this trip was a little too last minute to ask her to come on even by Reina’s needy and inconsiderate standards. Plus, she’d been way too stressed out to even think about texting their babysitter in the first place. Reina has seen how much of a daddy’s girl Norah is first hand and she can only imagine the fits she’s been throwing without him around. Just the thought of it is enough to make her shudder at the memory of her own children pulling the same kinds of shit. “I don’t miss that.” Not that Reina ever did much about any meltdowns her children may have had. Even Iris was passed off to her father more often than not when she was having a tantrum, and the boys were left to figure their shit out for themselves. “When Iris was little she used to cry all day for daddy braids, as if Jack was some kind of hair guru or something. They looked like complete shit and her hair would get in her eyes, but she never let me do it without huge sob fest.” Her eyes roll at the memory, and where most people might feel nostalgic, Reina can only feel annoyance. “It was a fucking nightmare.”

Layla had been tempted to ask Reina to get in contact with Becky and just have her come along so the mothers didn’t have to worry. She was even going to offer a big bonus for Becky, but it wasn’t worth the extra time it would have taken to get Becky ready to come with them. “I’m excited for when she’ll chill out. She did fine in Ibiza, but seeing Jer again made her go crazy again.” She had been so good in Ibiza that Layla had to assume that the other babies calmed her down. Benny was upset too now, so Norah was feeding off of his bad energy as well as her own. “What is it with daughters and wanting their dads to do their hair? I never wanted that. My mom is the one who could actually make my hair cute.”

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sweaterinvested‌:

Desmond’s lips split into a bit more a grin before he said, “I’m glad to know it’s a universal thing, and less of a Hazel being defiant thing.” He was always happy to talk about his little niece, though he often wondered how his brother of all people had managed to make something so perfect. “No, I wouldn’t want her thinking she could get away with whatever it is she’s scheming,” he joked back, still trying to pry Hazel’s fingers away from his ear. “How do babies have such death grips, anyway? So much strength and stubbornness in such little bodies. It’s nice to meet you too, though.” The title second dad was something that Desmond should have treasured, but it was a little too close to home when one thought about how he very well might have been Hazel’s father…if Audrey hadn’t fallen for his brother. “She’s just a fun little character and- I wanna make sure I get to know her and everything. It’s nice to have help though, I’m sure. Was it hard for your husband with…well— the arrests and everything?”

“I think babies in general are defiant,” Layla chuckled, thinking of how she’d seen Benny tear at Rowan’s earrings and hair too. She pulled back to look at her daughter, who was still firmly hiding away. “Norah, say hi to Desmond and Hazel.” She had to laugh when the baby’s reaction was just to flap an arm in the direction and not move her head away form her mother at all. “They’re so strong to remind us that they control what we do and when we sleep,” Layla said with a little smile. She looked surprised that he would just blatantly bring up her arrest and it showed on her face. “She was upset I was gone, yes. Gave him hell about it.”

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rowanthane‌:

Ramina’s absence isn’t entirely surprising. Rowan is sure that had Ramina showed up at the house, her mother in law would throw a fit and refuse to let her in anyway. Rhea is a traditional woman, all things considered, and the idea of anything other than monogamy (even if her own marriage hadn’t exactly been monogamous) is enough to have her huffing and puffing and shaking her head. Still, Rowan’s glad that Layla decided not to stay in Olympus in solidarity with Ramina. She’s pretty sure their friend isn’t really in much danger — Jeremiah’s news of having a second old lady isn’t exactly breaking news nor has it gained much traction so if she had to guess, Rowan would guess she was relatively safe. Still, she keeps her fingers crossed just in case. 

Benny’s been fussy the last couple hours, having woken up from his nap and less than thrilled to see that his daddy still isn’t here. He’s a mama’s boy through and through, but there’s no denying that this whole thing has him unsettled. She’s got Benny on her lap now, sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of dry cereal puffs in front of them that her son happily picks away at until his aunt and cousin walk in and catch his attention, letting out a laugh when he watches Norah pull Layla’s hair. Rowan winces at the sight, her own hair having taken it’s fair share of abuse the last few days. “It’s not just you. I had to take my earrings out since those seem to be what he’s gunning for these days.” She’s quick to offer a little reassurance. She knows this whole thing hasn’t been easy on Benny — his idea of permanence is probably so warped right now, between Sylvia being gone from his life, and Rowan and Andy both now having taken sudden absences, even if they’re only temporary. She’s sure Norah’s having just as rough of a time, having just gotten back to America recently and now with her mother spending a weekend in jail and her father doing —- whatever he’s doing. “Hear anything yet?”

Layla had been tempted to push the subject with her in laws, but she knew her position in the family and she knew it wasn’t her place. She was too new at this to be going around trying something quite as different as bringing her husband’s other Old Lady to the lakehouse. Not to mention, she wasn’t really that sure she would have anyone’s support in her endeavor. What she and Jer were doing were far from the norm of the family and she didn’t count on her sisters in law to have her back on something they didn’t even understand. 

Norah’s greedy hands pulled at her mother’s hair again, before Layla pulled the strands of her hair from the baby’s grasp. She knew she should have put her hair up this morning, but she had wanted to look good. It always made Layla feel better to look good, especially when she wasn’t feeling good. The baby’s hands found her shirt and while Layla liked this shirt, she was fine letting the child abuse it as long as it kept her distracted. “Guess he’s missing D-A-D too then?” She spelt out the word, knowing Norah’s head would whip around looking for Jer if she heard the words dad or daddy said. She had accidentally said Daddy would be back soon and Norah had been inconsolable for an hour while she searched for her father. She was not going to make that mistake again. She sighed and shook her head,“It’s been completely silent. I keep wanting to text him, but I don’t want to distract.”

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raminakhatri‌:

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Despite not being able to go to the lakehouse with the rest of the girls, Ramina was helping Layla pack herself and Norah up. Though the newest Old Lady was filled with some anxieties about being left in Olympus alone, she’d known better than to push when it came to the lakehouse. It was a special place, and Rhea would also be there. If she didn’t want the matriarch hating her for the rest of time, she figured it would be best to accept the post of staying here, even if it might give someone a free pass to come after her. At least she wouldn’t be alone. After all, she’d asked Damian if she could stay at his place, though she kept flip flopping on whether or not she should actually be there. If someone did decide to make some move on her, she didn’t want him in the crossfire. 

Nevertheless, she was just finishing up with Norah’s bag when she looked over to check on Layla— who was holding up a shirt to herself in the mirror. Amusement colored Ramina’s voice as she asked, “You know you’re not going for vacation…right? There’s not going to be a runway there.” Of course…Ramina would probably be doing something very similar in Layla’s shoes. Still, it was fun to tease.

Layla had hated asking Ramina to stay behind, but the Lakehouse was ruled by Rhea Thane and Layla had not been in the family long enough to push this. She felt guilty asking her friend to stay behind, especially now that Old Lady both gave her protection and a target on her back. It was double edged sword and everyone in the family had to figure out how to deal with it. She just had to hope that enough people assumed that she had left with the Thanes and wouldn’t go looking for Ramina. She, also, had to hope that Ramina would stay indoors and away from people she didn’t trust until they came back into town. Damian would watch over her, or at least, Layla hoped he would.

Layla turned around with a smile on her face, still holding the shirt to her chest,”You, of all people, should know that the world is a runway.” They both knew that their taste in lifestyles were very similar, even if their styles were different. “I want to look good in hiding. It’s the only thing other than wine that’s going to keep me from going insane out there.”

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maddoxxhart‌:

“Siren and a prospect are a far cry from each other though, don’t you think?” Maddox said a bit bluntly. It wasn’t that he didn’t respect Sirens, if anything he was probably one of the nicest of those in the Club to them. He recognized that they were actually people whereas most people treated them like their fucking servants. It wasn’t right but they also were entrusted with Club secrets since they were only under protection, not actually a part of the Club. “I get it, I guess,” he continued. Either way, Maddox didn’t want to argue with Layla, not after all she’d been through the past few days. “Knew she would,” Maddox shrugged, knowing everyone had opinions of their own. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to question them. Even if it was Jeremiah himself questioning Sutton’s loyalty, Maddox would’ve been put off by it. She’d done a Hell of a lot (as he had) in the past nearly two years and he knew that she was doubted far more than he was. Either way, the man was proud of her and that she had proved herself– yet again, to the Club. “Least we got some intel from ATF based on their stupid questions. Which is they have nothing.”

“Apparently they wanted all of ATF to know about their shit,” Maddox laughed, knowing that the Trojans were all a bit unstable but they were probably more so than others. Layla would know better than Maddox though. He’d stayed away from Seth while he was Vice President and certainly while he was a bitchy member. There was no way he’d get along any better with Tori either. Hopefully, the pair would stay on their own side of town and keep the Primordials out of their feud. “I mean, babies need their mom, right? I’m sure Jer missed you just as much, if not more. I mean, after all, instead of having you here, he had to watch us clean this place up. Fucking sucked.”

Layla raised an eyebrow at Maddox, feeling rather irritated that he was arguing with her about this. “Siren for nine years and Old Lady to the VP for two. You two have only been prospects for a year and a half. That's a blink of an eye in this world. All I’m saying is that I might just be a former siren, but I’ve been in this a lot longer than she has been. I’ve been questioned before, but she hasn’t." She didn’t understand why he didn’t get why they would be worried about the prospect in this situation. Had he been in that cell, she would have been worried about him too. “I guess doesn’t make me confident that you actually do,” Layla said, not quite ready to have her actions questioned and then have the conversation dropped because he doesn’t want to deal with it anymore. She huffed out a laughed at that,“They might not have shit on the club, but they have shit on every one of the women. They’re searching and someone is going down for this, I can feel it.”

Seth and Tori were a couple of people she would never understand, especially as a couple. That just seemed like a powder keg waiting to go off, which it had, in front of federal agents and all the old ladies. Seth had always been dramatic. “ATF probably didn’t even want to know,” She replied. She had missed her husband while she was sitting in that cell, but she had been worried about what the club was doing just as much. They weren’t the... calmest of crews. “If I know him, he wasn’t happy while I was gone. Especially since I just got back from my trip.”

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rcina‌:

Reina is not one to scare easily, but she can’t help the way she stiffens when she notices Layla in the kitchen, although she’s quick to recover. It’s been over a year and she still hasn’t gotten used to Layla’s presence at the lake with them, and she’s not sure she ever will but she’s willing to at least make an effort on this trip. There’s no way this isn’t stressful for her — hell, Reina’s stressed and she’s been through this plenty of times before, but something’s different about this time. The stakes feel too high, everything that’s been happening over the last few months feels like it’s built up to this moment where they’re finally being told to get out of town just in case something goes sideways. It doesn’t help that she doesn’t know what’s going on, and she can only assume Layla is in that same boat. So she’ll take the wine glass her sister in law slides toward her gratefully, pretending not to feel too much relief when she takes her first sip. “Every last drop.” It’s a joke, but that doesn’t mean Reina’s not planning on draining the bottles. “But no, other than that we wait until we get the go ahead to come home. Hope you brought enough diapers.” That’s another thing Reina’s not thrilled about this weekend. Her niece and nephew are admittedly cute, but Reina’s long past the point of wanting to be around screaming babies. Truthfully, that’s never really been her forte. “Has she been fussy at all?”

Layla didn’t ask for much from Jeremiah, but transparency was one of the things she needed. She couldn’t go off and do what was asked of her without at least knowing some of the details. The fact that he didn’t give her anything for this sudden trip to the Lakehouse had her edge and based on her sisters in law, they didn’t know that much either. She didn’t like that. Layla raised her glass to that, before taking a sip. She couldn’t stifle the slight groan that escaped Layla at the mention of diapers. She loved her daughter to the end of the world and back, but she didn’t like doing this alone. Even when she was on a vacation with the baby, she didn’t like being the only parent. “We should have brought Becky.” At least then Layla would have been able to get piss drunk without worrying about her baby for a minute. She took another long sip of wine before answering Reina,”She won’t let me do her hair, since Jer usually does it. I’m going to be the mother of a bird’s nest soon.” Layla didn’t feel like a bad mother, but she knew she wasn’t the best in the world, especially at the moment. “I gave her until tomorrow before she has a meltdown. Which I’m just so excited for,” She told the other woman sarcastically. 

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sweaterinvested‌:

Desmond grinned a little at Norah’s little hiding tactic, but let the baby be. He didn’t want to chase after her attention if all she wanted was to have a moment of peace, or shyness. He understood needing space every now and then. Hazel, however, seemed to have no manners as she reached out to try and snare some of Layla’s hair, fascinated by the long curls that would boing if she tugged them a little. “No, Hazel,” he said gently while redirecting Hazel’s hand somewhere else. Unfortunately it seemed she now instead wanted to tug on the shiny thing on his ear that was his piercings. “I’m Desmond- Desmond Grayson,” he said while cringing a little as Hazel seemed to be intent on trying to tug his piercing out. Again he took her hand, trying to find her something else to play with. He wasn’t surprised Layla didn’t know him, though. That was mostly just how his life went. Still his look was fond as he answered Layla’s question. “No- she’s my niece, actually. But my brother’s away a lot as a pilot, and Audrey keeps weird hours being a concierge. Also Hazel is just cute.”

Norah wasn’t usually a shy baby, but Layla had to assume that her daughter wanted her mother’s attention or she thought the man in front of her was cute. She thought it was a little funnier picturing her ten month old being shy in front of a pretty face. “It’s okay, I’m used to this one grabbing it and pulling as hard as she can.” Trying to teach her daughter the word gentle was a lot more difficult than Layla had anticipated. “Nice to meet you, Desmond. I would shake your hand, but I think my child would take that as an opportunity to try something with me.” Norah might be hiding now, but she was sneaky and Layla wouldn’t be shocked if she trying to fling herself out of her arms if she moved. “So you’re second dad?” She asked amused. “Nice of you to help out your family like that.”

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Receiving the Uncle Jim text message had stolen Layla’s breath when she had first read it. She had hoped it would be followed with a joke or a false alarm, but it hadn’t. Ramina had packed with her and that hadn’t helped with the guilt Layla felt for leaving her alone in the town. She was Jer’s Old Lady too, but she didn’t have the wedding band on her finger and that mattered to the other Thanes. She had made sure Ramina had a gun and a place to stay before she left, but that didn’t help the hurt she felt in her chest when she thought of something happening to Ramina. She couldn’t push Ma though, not when she still had so much to prove herself.

Layla found herself pacing through the lakehouse, bouncing her daughter on her hip as she went. Norah rarely sat nicely for Layla when she attempted to do her hair and with Jer being away from them she was back to not letting her touch her hair. In Ibiza, Norah had been better about the hair, but here she could feel the tension and was attempting to kill her mother with it. As she passed Rowan, Norah tugged on her hair harshly. She cringed and looked at Rowan,“Is Benny being this bad or am I just lucky?”

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[laylathane]

Layla had been well aware of what she had signed up for when she became Jeremiah Thane’s wife. She wasn’t going to be living a life that was luxury and no work. Being an Old Lady was no easy position, but she attempted to make it look as easy as she could. However, the moment she had received the text with that code word, her blood pressure had spiked. This was a messy time, between Kane’s unending need to destroy the empire they had and ATF’s ridiculous campaign for “justice”. 

Seeing Reina pass by her through the kitchen, Layla uncorked the red wine bottle she had next to her, poured her sister in law a glass, and slide it to her. She was tempted to say reassuring words, but she knew they would be useless to Reina. The woman had been in this game a lot longer than Layla had been. “Not much to do now but drink the wine the boys brought us and make sure Ma’s okay, is there?”

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blakecastillo‌:

The last month and a half has been a whirlwind for Blake in terms of her life with everything going on within the club and her brother, James, calling her and begging her to come help him in Chicago.  There were no questions asked.  Blake had hopped on a plane and flew to Chicago to be at her brother’s side in his time of need.

Blake had been home in Olympus for a few weeks now since then and had chosen to lay low given everything that had been going on, but she needed a change of scenery which is what brought her seeking out a drink from something other than her fridge.  Upon reaching the bar, she ordered a double vodka soda as she hoisted herself onto the bar stool.  She made small conversation with the bartender until she heard the bar stool beside her drag across the floor.  “If you’re pullin’ up that close t’ me, ya better be buyin’ the drinks.”

Layla had heard through the grapevine that Blake had some family situation that had her out of the state for some time. She had never been very close to the woman, but she still hoped that things went well for her. With the year Blake had had, she hoped that nothing else tragic happened to the poor woman. Losing her father and then dealing with the war between the MCs would have broken a weaker person. She had to give her a lot of credit, considering she was still somewhat functioning. 

She shot Blake a soft smile and nodded to bartender. “Two of whatever she’s having.” She settled into the seat, crossing her legs to look over the woman next to her. “One, of course, is for me, Blake. How have you been? We haven’t seen you around the shop as often.”

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rowanthane‌:

Now that it’s been brought to her attention, Rowan finds herself very aware of the fact that she can hear other people breathing and she only barely resists the urge to cringe, instead simply rolling her eyes and scrunching her nose for a half second. “At least we’re not stuck here with a bunch of mouth breathers.” The mention of getting arrested with Ma has her laughing again though, shrugging her shoulders. They had made the trip to New Orleans a couple times over the summer, but for the most part everyone had been so busy between ATF, the shooting, the babies and Reina and Jacksons apparent divorce it just hadn’t been a priority. To say their family had been through the ringer would be an understatement, and Rowan’s glad that at least Norah and Layla got to get away from it all for a bit. “Just say when,” she points out with a tilt of her head. “You said the words ‘girls weekend’ and I’m tellin’ ya, she’ll have the car packed and be dragging us all away before you have time to even finish your sentence.” The mention of prostitute isn’t as surprising as Rowan’s sure it should be — while sirens might not get paid in the traditional sense for their services, she’s never thought the gap between the two was very big. “You won’t serve time.” She says quickly with a shake of her head. Prostitution charges are small potatoes in their world, she’s sure their lawyer could make it go away faster than they finish signing his check. “Most you’re gonna have to do is pay a fine. You’re not worried about it, are you?” She asks, keeping her voice conversational rather than accusatory. Rowan doesn’t really think Layla is a weak link in the bunch – her attention is focused elsewhere on that – but she’s still new to their family, hasn’t had to jump through these hoops before. 

Layla couldn’t help but glance at Tori before saying in a low teasing voice,“I bet money she snores when she sleeps. That might be worse than a mouth breather.” She knew that Tori could probably kill her with a piece of twine and thirty seconds, but it was amusing to joke about things with Rowan. She took a moment to consider it,“Maybe after this, it might be time to get her out for a bit.” She had just gotten back from Ibiza and she was ready for another vacation after this jail cell situation. She knew what Rowan was asking and she wasn’t offended of shocked by it. She would have asked the same question to Sutton if she had come to her. “No. I’m not worried about serving time. It’d be a year max and I know Jer would be able to take care of Norah for that long. He’s got you guys as well, so it’s not big issue.” She cleared her throat,“I just don’t want this part of my life dragged up for everyone to see. There’s a reason no one is aware of that part of my life.”

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sweaterinvested‌:

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Desmond hadn’t planned on asking questions about the explosion at Hazel’s daycare, but when he’d gone to pick her up at the end of the day— he couldn’t help but notice one Layla Thane also retrieving her child. So he took this opportunity to head on over to the other woman with a smile on his face, and Hazel tucked against him. “You’re Layla, right?” he asked innocently. “And this is Norah?” He gave a small wave to the little girl in question before looking back at her mother. “I’ve seen her mentioned on Hazel’s reports of people she played with and stuff,” he explained, not wanting to seem creepy or something equally bad. 

Norah was in a mood, Layla could tell as the baby tucked her head against her mother’s shoulder, hiding herself from the outside world using Layla’s hair. She had been a bit more clingy than usual, which Layla had to assume came from spending so much time together alone and then suddenly separate for two days. She was sure that her daughter would be back to being bubbly soon enough. She raised an eyebrow at the man in front of her, before nodding. “Layla Thane, yes. You are ...?” She knew his name, she had seen him at the auction, but she didn’t want him to think she actually knew who he was. She nodded at Hazel,“She’s a cute kid, comes up one Norah’s reports every couple of days. She your’s?”

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rcina‌:

Reina’s not sure what she was expecting ATF to have on her sister-in-law, but it certainly wasn’t that. She knows Layla is a former Siren and therefore literally a slut by definition, but a slut for the club and a slut for hire are two very different things. The charge is serious, though it’s thankfully not as bad as she thought it would be and her mind is already working through how they’ll fix it. “Okay,” she draws the word out, not totally sure where to go from here but once they get out, if they even let Layla out, they’ll be able to figure it out. “Do they have any concrete evidence that you know of or are they just threatening you with some fucking pictures?” Either way, they’ll probably still need to contact their lawyer but the level of evidence they have will make all the difference in Layla’s case. It isn’t in Reina’s nature to ever be sympathetic, especially not to someone she barely considers family, but Layla’s clearly upset about this and while she’s definitely very uncomfortable with that, she’s also not completely soulless. Not in this sense, anyway. Besides, it’s better to keep Layla calm and happy to be in the family than to piss her off, as that could mean the difference between the other woman keeping her mouth shut and blabbing anything and everything she knows just because Reina couldn’t find it in her to be nice for fifteen minute. “Don’t worry about this, alright? We’ll take care of it. That’s what family does.”

Layla had been aware that one day the Thanes would find out about her past and it hadn’t bothered her. They had all knew she slept with the MC for protection, so why wouldn’t she do it for money. It was in this circumstance that she hadn’t wished for them to find out. It was a vulnerable position to put them in, even if Reina could have it handled easily. “They just showed me pictures, but I’m sure they will have statements from old clients who are trying to get out of this easy. I tried to scrub everything that had me out there in that light off the internet, but I don’t know if I got everything.” She had wished they had played their full hand so she could tell Reina exactly what they had, but they had been smarter than that. It was surprising that Reina hadn’t said something to scold her for her past behavior, but she wasn’t about to discourage the woman from being nice for once. “Thank you,” She said to Reina, though it felt odd to hear her refer to Layla as “family”. “Probably time to tell Jer exactly where I started, huh?” She asked aloud, though she didn’t expect Reina to give her an answer.

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maddoxxhart‌:

While Maddox couldn’t comment much on Seth and Tori considering he didn’t know much about either of them besides what he heard, he’d thought the same about Sutton. He knew that Sutton would grow tired of hearing that she shouldn’t have been there, especially since she saw it as an opportunity to prove herself to the Club. She could have ratted, she had plenty of things to say about the Club and it’s activities but she didn’t. “Glad y’all didn’t kill each other,” he shrugged, not combating that Sutton didn’t deserve to be there. But he didn’t miss the ‘yet’ even so. “I think she gets it, I mean Martin’s been a Primordial for a while– she’s hung around the shop… She’s been around long enough to know better than to snitch,” he replied, knowing that plenty of people may not have had the same faith in Sutton as Maddox did. But Layla was a friend and he figured he could be honest enough with her. But if Sutton was thought to be likely to snitch, what did people think about Maddox? Did they really think he was capable of that too?

“I’m just surprised that they trashed our place and then also arrested y’all? That was a message, if I’ve ever seen one. One that I guess Tori and Seth didn’t get since they were screaming in the parking lot. But guess what can you expect?” he joked, knowing that the Trojans held a lot of hot heads and folks that were a bit unpredictable so Maddox isn’t sure why he’d be surprised. “Bet Jer’s happy to have y’all back, yeah?”

She was sure it was frustrating for both Maddox and Sutton to hear people doubting her, but Layla didn’t have enough patience to placate them. She was questioned and she was a Thane Old Lady. She understood it was annoying, but new people, whether or not they were in the world for a long time, were questioned. That was the natural order of things. “It came close with a few of them. Hard to be in a cell with people you have a long history with.” Izzy and Ramina and Layla had been friends before the split. Layla had dropped both of them when they walked away and only recently was she trying again with Ramina. “I hung around the shop, was a Siren for nine years and people still questioned me,” She reminded him. “Anyway, she was going to be a ballerina a few years ago, wasn’t she? A big shift in mentality to go from a ballerina to an MC member. I understand that you don’t want people to doubt her, but she’s not patched in and this is her first big Club scare. That changes things for people. Everyone has to be on high alert and if that means doubting someone and hurting their feelings in the process, so be it. She did well though.” 

“Seth and Tori wouldn’t get a message if it shot them in the face. They are the most unsubtle people in the entire world.” She hadn’t been shocked by the scene they caused, knowing how hotheaded Seth could be. She nodded,“He’s thrilled to have us back. Norah is even more excited than he is though, I think.”