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( @cmortimer )

"You've been staying out of trouble? Haven't had to sew anything up or patch you up in a bit." Asa can't help a soft tease as he sees a familiar face in the same little coffeeshop. A little grin and a nod at the chair across from him, in case the hitman wants to sit with him for a bit. Asa has a sketchbook set up with some markers and pens, his iced coffee and a half-eaten croissant. And, for once, he seems to be in pretty good spirits.

[elizabeaufort]

⏤ There are clients, clients, and clients… The ones that she hated but the tips were so good and all she had to do was stroke their little ego, there were the ones sweet and always ended up having a good time, and they're the ones she felt like being their therapist, listening to the venting about things in life, sometimes those also give nice tips… And Callum. Let's just say she was intrigued since the first time she saw him. There's something about him she finds him very attractive, charming, mesmerizing… Also, he annoys her a little at times. Elizabeth still hopes that little crush goes away, but she never explicitly shows any sign she finds him cute.

She knew he liked her services, otherwise wouldn't come back and ask for her every time. ⏤ Elizabeth had just finished with one client, and the other guy was really wasted and tried to grab her by the wrist. ❛ Please don't! ❜ She informed him with the most sympathetic smile she could ever pull and whoever sees outside might think, she said a compliment or else. That's when she spotted Callum. ❛ Sorry boys, I was already booked. ❜ She says for this group of men and strode towards Callum. ❛ Hi ya mate. Let's go to our usual private room? ❜ A Cheshire cat smile crept on her delicate features, as her index finger kept toying the collar of his shirt.

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[suspicioushospitality]

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The hotel boasts a restaurant, spa, and a bar all with doors off the main lobby - so it comes as no shock when people come in and out all day. Often they don’t even stop at the front desk where Ashwin’s concierge sits behind their computers. 

It’s a later evening, and it’s been dead - and the manager is tired from a room fiasco. He sinks into a seat at the bar, loosening a tie, slipping the jacket from his shoulders, and loosening the bun of his long hair to let it free. He glances at the person beside him- the only other person at the bar, in fact. He gestures to the bartender, says: “His uh… next one is… o-on me.” 

The manager speaks a bit slower than some, as if he has to take longer to form his mouth around the words. From a long-standing tongue injury. 

[designedonchaos]

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He looks familiar, which means he's probably been at an event or two. Mars has been around long enough to recognize those who appear at certain soirees... especially those who happen to be gang-affiliated. But Mars has no fight in him at the moment - he's looking to drink with good looking company. And hey, if he can slip out some information, all the better. If not... at least he had someone to talk to.

So he sets himself beside Callum - sinks into a stool beside him, with a small nod. "What're you drinkin', and can I buy you another, babes?"

[intxication]

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Mathias stood by patiently, waiting to hear what Callum had to say. After all the years they worked together, he could pretty much tell when Callum was going to ask something of him. Mathias wasn't going to say no only because he didn't have a reason to.

The other hitman was a decent enough person to him too.

"So, what do you want? It better not be something outrageous".

[barlowek]

@cmortimer -- Callum's apartment, early

"...God." The alarming ring of his phone rips Kian out of the slight dozing he's done just a minute ago. His face is pressed into Callum's bare chest, and he huffs out a deep breath before he forces himself to open his eyes and roll over onto his back, blanket only covering his lower body. "God, it's seven freaking am.", he mutters while he picks up his phone from the ground, checking to see who's calling.

Unknown caller ID. Fuck.

Kian picks up, and is immediately greeted by a familiar voice. "This is a prepaid call...", it echoes, and Kian grows as he drops himself back onto the bed. "God, I'll kill her. Sorry, Cal, I have to take this." The brunette lays his head on his chest, and maybe it's because he likes him a little, maybe it's because they feel like more than just hookups now, that he feels comfortable enough to just take the call.

"Confirm your identity..." Sighing, Kian rubs his hand over his face, pushing a few messy curls out of his face, "Detective Kian Barlowe. I'm her son."

[anaismurad]

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"Mr. Mortimer with the dapper suit." Spoken like some sultry 1950s announcer, as Callum works his way up to her. Her own dress, expensive as the venue allows it to be; freedom in lavishness. "What bad business are you up to, tonight?"

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[elizabeaufort]

⏤ Part of her never expected to have a little crush, because she is a widow. So, partially she feels guilty when she acknowledges having these feelings as if she didn't deserve to have them. However, her father and she argued recently that she's still young and should enjoy life a little. Not shutting down to people. ⏤ The Aussie knew that she needed to handle things smoothly, otherwise, he'd give her more headache, and she didn't want to lose her job. ❛ I suspected that. Couldn't afford a pretty face like you have me jobless. ❜ And I don't want you expelled from the club because of me either, how could I see you?! That part goes unsaid. Her hands rested on his broad shoulder as her grey-bluish hues momentarily locked into his gaze. She felt him touching a stray of her hair, and his finger gliding down in her jawline causing a little electricity down her spine, her pupils dilating by lust and she forced herself to break the gaze.

It's a shame a man like him wouldn't ever really like a woman like herself. Wait what? Elizabeth was trying to erase those thoughts and cursing mentally. She grabbed his hand and led the way to their usual room. He only wants to use you and your service, a voice told in the back of her mind. Shiiit. ❛ So, do you want to ask me something? ❜ Keep talking, don't dwell on thoughts… Another voice from her mind. She opened the door for him to enter first to get inside right after, and closed the door, there was a pole in the middle of the booth, mirrors, and a lot of LED lights in the room, and it was very private. ❛ Curiouser and curiouser! ❜ She quickly added after her question. She wonders what he wants to ask her so… ❛ Let me guess, you want me to play your deranged girlfriend to get back to an ex or something… ❜ She sat on the table, looking at Callum with an amused smile. God, she hopes this is not his request, maybe he wants something more from her work? ❛ Right?! ❜ Please say no.

From the moment Callum had laid eyes on Elizabeth, it was over with for the hitman. She was like an intoxicating perfume that had him wrapped up in a daze and he would happily drown in her embrace. As much as he tried, and he did try, the man just couldn't stay away for too long when it came her. He craved her touch, her taste, those eyes, but overall, her more than anything else. Not only did she drive him crazy but not knowing why she drove him so crazy also played into why he returned so often. He kept telling himself there was no possible way he could have any sort of feelings, outside of lust, for her when he has never seen her outside of work and now that very thought was haunting him. Even though there were nights in which he would purposely ask for another girl, just to try getting under Elizabeth's skin, at the end of the night, he always came back to her. Tonight, was no different except for one thing, he actually had a question to ask her.

His eyes were set on her the moment she reappeared to the front of the club. Although he could instantly feel his fists clench, jaw tighten, the moment he saw the wasted guy reach for her wrist. All he could do was momentarily watch to see what she did, and of course, like usual, Elizabeth handled the situation with pure grace. But it bugged him that her smile was being directed to that man and not him. However, as she walked in his direction, he relaxed a bit more the closer she got. God. Just being around her seemed to soothe his soul. "You know, he's lucky you're so good at deescalating situations, because he was about to have me as his problem," he replies as he brings a hand up to gently tuck a bit of stray hair behind her ear, gently gliding the tip of his finger down her jawline. "I would love to go to our spot. Away from everyone. I actually have something I'd like to ask you." And he can't even stop the small smile that occurs because it's Elizabeth, it's her that had him smiling, a part of him even briefly forgot where they were. "Lead the away.