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💬 MORGAN → ROMAN.

Morgan: Pizza it is then.

Morgan: I have beer too.

Morgan: Maybe????

Morgan: Just get here.

Roman: Alright, no need to yell.

Roman: On my way.

Roman: With more beer too.

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No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride… and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well… maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas 

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dezzie  sat  at  a  small  table  in  the  back,  a  headphone  in  one  ear  as  she  listened  to  the  podcast  she  had  chosen.  it  wasn’t  anything  significant,  but  it  was  background  noise  aside  from  the  busy  coffee  shop.  it  was  her  self  preclaimed  day  off,  and  all  she  wanted  was  a  ice  coffee  and  some  piece  and  quiet,  but  instead  she  got  a  bowl  full  of  drama.  the  girl  growned  and  sighed  as  she  went  through  the  comments  on  a  video.  one  of  her  friends  was  the  new  target  of  a  group  of  trolls  on  the  website.  it  was  something  she  had  brushed  off  herself  time  and  time  again,  but  it  always  felt  different  when  it  was  someone  she  cared  about.  the  girl  speedily  texted  a  reply  to  one  of  them  before  closing  her  phone  and  taking  a  deep  breath.  the  girl  sipped  her  coffee,  trying  not  to  let  it  all  get  to  her.  "fucking  idiot.“  she  muttered  under  her  breath,  not  thinking  about  anyone  being  around  her.  

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Upon seeing a headphone perched in one ear, Roman had assumed the blonde engrossed into the happenings of social media on her phone wouldn’t hear a thing or even notice he was in the vicinity. The muttering under her breath though was cause for pause, before he continued on and swiped his beard. “Usually I’d be in agreement but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have fucked up grabbing a napkin.” And by way of explanation, Roman tacked on, “I got some of that foam shit in my beard.” In case she needed a visual, his large hand mimicked his previous action over his chin. These overpriced and oversugared drinks weren’t really his thing, though following the long night he’d had and the nearest shop more than a block away Roman succumbed to the call of the Buck.

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AURORA LANCASTER,

“But, he’s so old….I think he could be old enough to be my dad,” Aurora groaned out, a sickly feeling overcoming her. Why were people like this? She just wanted to have fun tonight and she felt like her whole night was just ruined. Could Roman change her mind? “Uh, I guess? I was just having some vodka cranberries,” she added on, biting down on her lip. “I mean, I was just about to leave until you showed up. I’d love to play darts with you. I’m Aurora, by the way. Not sure if I told you that yet…”.

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“Hey, you’r the one that decided to chat the old dude up,” came a tease. Considering how she had gotten herself trapped into a conversation with the guy, Roman assumed that she hadn’t really been out to bars much in the city. Usually woman wrote men off like that quickly. Unless, well — unless they were too nice. “You don’t have to.” Thick shoulders rose and fell gently as a chuckle rumbled low and deep. “Just figured you’d wanna shake that experience off of you.” When she dropped her name to him a small smile curved his lips and he nodded his head. “Roman.” As he stood, he fetched his pint from the bar and nodded to the back corner where the dart board was. “You ever played before?”

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💬 MORGAN → ROMAN.

Morgan: I'm almost ready for a night of Netflix and chill.

Morgan: Only one question remains.

Morgan: Pizza or sushi?

Roman: Pizza and beer. Always.

Roman: Was that an invitation?

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AURORA LANCASTER,

Aurora was very much a passive individual and that was something that often got her into situations like this. She didn’t know how to read people properly and know when someone’s vibes were off until it was too late. The blonde always just tried to see the good in others, despite if they were strangers or not. Biting down on her lip, she watches as the man takes charges and gets the creep away from them. God, he made it look so easy. How was it possible? Once he was away, she sighed. “I…he wasn’t even my type,” she confessed. 

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“I don’t really think that mattered to him. You were his.” With the rise and fall of his thick shoulders, Roman pointed to her drink. “You want another one? On me?” When the bartender made the rounds back to them, he ordered another pint of the local lager on tap then gestured to his blonde neighbor. “And whatever she wants too.” It had been another long day, Roman was under pressure with a deadline and stopping by the bar to unwind had seemed like a good idea. Before raising the question, he double checked to make sure the older gentleman that had been bothering her had made an exit. “So, really, you wanna play. that game of darts? Loser can buy the next round —”

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YOLOTL CÓRCEGA,

      Yolotl studied the male for a second upon hearing his request, fingernails tapping on the bar top as she assessed the situation and her costumer. Most of the times, when people requested top shelf whiskey, the brunette usually opened a bottle of Laphroaig Lore, safe and obscure enough for people to be pleased. Yet, after studying her costumer for one last time; the businesswoman reached for a bottle of 1939 Macallan she always hid behind the bar for herself and her staff and poured a glass for the man, arching a brow in response to his statement. 

      “I’ve learned in the last few years of my life to never judge a costumer by their appearance. If I had a dollar for every time someone comes in with a leather jacket on and orders and Appletini, I’d have enough money to buy a glass of this” she smirked, handing the other his drink, a small shrug rolling off her shoulders. “What’s wrong with having a glass of wine? I’ve been dealing with scoundrels all night, I deserve a drink” the brunette noted, taking her own glass once more. “Sometimes all it takes is one drink for people to rely their loyalty on you; one night where you make them feel special, at home— the chances of them coming back is higher.” 

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Impressed, Roman leaned back in his seat a bit with a slight smile taking shape. He wasn’t exactly sure what he had been expecting, certainly not a well aged Macallan, so his head nodded in surprised approval. It wasn’t so much that he had underestimated her, or even misjudged, seeing her pull it from behind the bar rather than with all the other bottles notified Roman he might have found someone whom truly appreciates the drink. This would cost him a pretty penny, he figured it was worth it though considering the deal he had just closed.

“That’s a good call. As they say, looks can be deceiving.”  Long fingers wrapped themselves possessively around the tumbler glass delivered, smile etching deeper into his features — this was going to be a treat. “Nothing’s wrong with wine.” A single shoulder shrugged. “It either tells me what kind of day you’ve had,” to which she’d already so much as said, “or something else.” That simper had returned to his lips, letting the something else remain a mystery. “Just a curious thing you have all these cocktails at your disposal and you choose wine.” When Roman finally took a swallow, slow and deliberate, enjoying the amber as it rolled over his tongue, he savored it and nodded to her words. “So this place is yours or you’re just really dedicated to your job?” In his opinion being passionate over what you put your time into was a good thing. “Hey, I’d definitely come back for this.” After another drink from the glass it was raised as if she needed a clue as to what he was referencing.

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YOLOTL CÓRCEGA,

      Another bartender fired. It was the fifth one in a span of three months and the rooftop bar/lounge owner couldn’t quite find trustworthy sources to hire another one for the night. Certainly, she knew they would have a new one by the morning but alas, she was bartender-less on one of the islands and, not being one used to admitting defeat under any circumstance, the businesswoman found herself serving shots and cocktails alike for patrons and friends alike.

      Upon sensing a new presence on a stool in front of herself, Yolo smirked immediately. “Welcome to Zafire, what can I get for you? May I suggest our Mango Jalapeño Margarita? It’s our special and I can personally vouch for it. Never been one for cocktails myself, this may be the one I seem to endure— our Peach Bellini is another must-have” she recited, grabbing the glass of wine she had poured for herself only a few minutes ago “First drink is on the house.” 

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Once his meeting with a new client had concluded, Roman found himself sitting at the bar. Too easily, no matter the establishment, planted on a stool with alcohol in front of him felt a little too much like home. This rooftop bar was a bit out of his wheelhouse; one glance at the fancy cocktails and set up behind the bar told Roman he was out of habitat. He had to stop and down a few drinks to ease him after spending nearly two hours with the rich bastard talk his ears off over how wealthy he was and how he’d acquired the classic he wanted Roman to restore to glory. It was something bought at auction and not particular favorite of his, though since the customer was willing to pay handsomely for the work Roman found himself willing.

“On the house, huh?” Brow risen, the cocktail menu in his hands found residence on the bar in front of him. “You got some top shelf whiskey back there?” Roman’s head nodded toward the bar back and all the liquor on display. “I really can’t believe you think I’m a margarita guy —” Amused, simper on his lips, he shook his head. “Or a peach bellini.” The heat of the jalapeño sounded enticing, his drink orders just tended to be much simpler. Usually his drink of choice most places was a few beers, unless he’d had a shit day and found himself in need of something stronger. “I’m not quite sold on your sales pitch there, especially since you’re drinking that wine there —”

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AURORA LANCASTER,

Going out and drinking was always a gamble for Aurora. She always felt more comfortable while in her own apartment, curled up with a book, watching a show on Netflix, or knitting something new for her daughter. But, she had been trying her best to push herself to be a bit more social. I mean, she was in New York City. There were so many opportunities to have fun and engage with people from all walks of life. The blonde found herself at one of the local bars she was in the middle of her second round of the night. Chatting it up with an older man, things were going alright. It wasn’t until she could feel a hand snaking behind to grip on her waist and pull her closer. Nope, nope. Why were men like this? She turned her head to the closest person near her and flashed a smile of pure desperation.

“Oh my gosh, Hi! I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight,” she responded to them. She could only hope and pray that the other individual could see that this was a cry for help. Get me out of this situation with this creep.

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Perhaps this moment was a clear sign that he had spent one too many nights hugging the bar, drinking and chatting it up with the local faire and travelers alike, that Roman was able to discern this young lady’s cry for help. The biggest clue: they did not know one another and she’d greeted him as though they did. If he needed any further sign, the pleading in her gaze was a strong clue in itself. “Really?” Roman balked, winking at her that he was keen to the situation. “You know you can catch me ‘round these parts nearly every night.” A dark gaze raveled down to note the tight grip on the blonde’s waist. This made his jaw flex. “Hey,” Roman leaned in, trying not to yell over the noise of the busy bar, “you remember the last time we were here and I showed you how to play darts, then you went on to beat me in the later rounds?” In looking past her he could see the guy moving in a little, likely feeling defensive over his prey. “You owe me a rematch.” Feeling something akin to anger, Roman’s hand ripped the older male’s from the blonde’s hip and held out his hand for her to take. It only took one hard look, and quite possibly his 6′5′’ frame, to shut the offender’s protest down. “Time to ditch the grandpa,” he attempted to tease, a simper on his lips as he gazed at the young woman.

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I saw ROMAN CATRETT at a coffee shop in THE BRONX today. I forgot how much HE looks like CASEY DEIDRICK. They are a THIRTY-THREE year old MECHANIC who’s been in NYC for THIRTEEN YEARS now. Every time we run into each other, they are always DISCIPLINED & INDEPENDENT but I’ve heard people say they can also be RETICENT & FOOLHARDY. I FOUGHT THE LAW BY THE CLASH reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio. 

— Hello everyone, I’m Sarah 👋🏽 and it has been close to a year since I have written so please forgive me and my rustiness. I am very much looking forward to jumping into the thick of it here though despite the long break. I would love to chat and plot, please hit me up anytime, and I do have discord available — IM me if you’d like to exchange or plot there 💛 —

Roman hails from upstate and moved to NYC some 13 years ago with nothing but some gum, a pack of cigarettes, and a 5 dollar bill in his pockets. He was aimless, didn’t have any hot pursuits, simply wanted to be where life moved a little faster. 

Growing up he had a natural talent when it came to working with his hands, possessing a mechanical and engineering mind he was the kid that could take things apart, figure them out, and put them back together. Usually they worked better once he was done with them. However, his real passion turned out to be cars and motorcycles and it was something he and his old man did to pass the leisurely time — restoring classics.

He has always been a little closed off, doesn’t let people get close to him quickly. The relationship he had with his siblings was close, as in protective, but distant by way of never really connecting through deep conversations. In some ways his siblings were/are strangers to him. This is just the way Roman is, he’s very reticent, and has caused problems in every relationship he’s attempted to have.

Shortly after his arrival in the big city, Roman found work at a garage, and eventually made a name for himself. As a restoration specialist he became sought after for his special touch, which, in turn, allowed him to make the big bucks and have exclusive clientele. 

Roman also plays guitar in a band that mostly just plays at pubs and dive bars. They aren’t looking to make it big, they just enjoy playing. Especially in those types of venues with those crowds. 

He has two dogs; a husky and a pitbull. I do not know their names yet but I will figure that out soon. 

A few places he can be easily found outside of the garage or his home are: a bar/pub (Roman enjoys a beer or 2), a local diner (he’s big on pancakes), and a record store.

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