S P O i L E D__

[HoRRiDx]

Her head hurt, ached, throbbed… It was from colliding with the wall behind her head. How she had gotten so tangled into the blanket? It was only something the blonde techie could accomplish really. An Abigail mystery, and would forever be branded as such. At least she was covered. Basically covered. All of the important parts were shielded by a sheet and thus Abbie felt rather certain that Spinner hadn’t seen anything.
Right Spinner, the man had exited the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist. His upper frame was still rather moist from his shower and if Abigail hadn’t been a little distracted with her own personal issues, she would have perhaps noticed. Maybe even commented. Despite Spinner being an angry drunk sometimes, he was incredibly attractive. What with his angry brooding demeanour combined with boyish good looks; the man should have had girls draped off his shoulder like Sundays robe. Instead he was stuck with another guy, and two giggling bobble heads, one that could get a little crazy sometimes; under the right circumstances! And another that seemed to be more into reading science fiction novels than talking to the opposite sex.

A smile glinted across her pale expression when all that came out of his mouth was a few er’s and auhs. A stumbling reply for an otherwise together gentleman. It was a cute change, and made Abbie chuckle slightly. You’d think that the guy hadn’t seen a half naked women covered in a sheet before… When he eventually retreated back into the steamy bathroom, Abigail was able to continue with her activities. She took a few seconds to wait, in case Spinner decided to walk out of the room again, forgetting something, or maybe just trying for another peek. When her designated boss didn’t come out again for about thirty seconds she deemed it safe to continue changing.
Slipping out of the bed sheet, and out of her care-bear undergarments, Abbie eased into her bright red bathing suit one foot at a time. Slinking it up and over her shoulders smoothly. The sleek little suit fit her just right; but Abigail was a shy sort, and still needed a pair of shorts to go with it. Covering most of her upper thighs with a pair of dark black cut-off jeans Abbie felt that she was now ready to start heading out!

Apparently she hadn’t noticed Spinner slip passed her and out of the bathroom. Instead of him still hidden within the small confined walls she opened the door to find he was already outside. The smoke was her first hint, the fresh smell of it burnt her sinuses, like it always did; but she never did feel the need to complain about it. Spinner eventually flicked the cigarette out and the two of them began walking to the pool, where they’d meet up with Derrick and Charlotte. The shorter blonde though about striking up a conversation… what would they talk about? What did she think Spinner would want to talk about? Eventually she gave up on the notion, not wanting to be the first to say anything in the less than awkward silence. If the two of them could sit together, without speaking, that was something special wasn’t it? At least they weren’t insulting one another. Not that Abbie was one for insults; just didn’t seem right coming from her, did they? Never. She’d always get a bit carried away with it, and call you something obscene. Something that didn’t remotely make sense.

The pool was easy to make out, obviously. The big round thing filled with a murky green water. Was the colouring caused by the bottom of it? Abigail didn’t really want to find out. Of course Lottie and Derrick seemed content within the structure. Splish-splashing and fooling around. It was odd seeing their most recent member like this. Having fun… Talking, making jokes. The male seemed energetic opposed to his usual quiet. Sure Abigail would never put it past him, to come out with some strange, incredibly hilarious sarcastic remark; but she wasn’t accustomed to his playful boyish side yet. This was still new. Fresh Derrick. Like a stick of mint flavoured gum. “You guys! Get in the pool. Lets play Marco Polo.” Abbie smiled down at her, making a slight face as she do so.

“No, Lottie. I’m not a very good swimmer.”

“Yeah that pool looks rather…” What was the word she was looking for? “Cloying.” Maybe she’d get in, She was dressed for the occasion! The lingering fear of obtaining some sort of flesh eating virus could be pushed to the back of her brain, at least until she climbed back out. Then she’d regret her decision though, So perhaps there’d be no pool interaction for Abigail today!?

“What are you scared?”

Yes… “Oh, ha-ha.” Abigail rolled her eyes comically, she could have commented. Or she could have stuck her tongue out and got in the pool. Either way Derrick would have probably won that battle. She didn’t want to go in the water, but if she did go in, simply because he had called her a ’chicken’ for not doing so, than that wasn’t really winning either, was it? Of course before Abigail came up with a decision, Spinner had called Derrick back onto the deck of the pool. What happened next was to be expected when dealing with either gentlemen. It wasn’t like she’d have been able to stop it, Abigail had tried once and gotten knocked over for her efforts; but I suppose taking bets wasn’t the best way of ’stopping’ anything.

“Ten bucks says its Derrick with the blood.” Abbie laughed, and started backing away from the pool.

“No way I’m going to go get my camera!” Betting on who would win out of Derrick and Spinner was more than likely a bad idea, the outcome was inconceivable. No matter how you did the math. They both had a fighting chance.

By now the two of them had toppled over the edge of the pool and had commenced their fighting beneath the depths of the shallow water. Abbie stopped her backtracking to stand and watch at this point. Not wanting to miss a thing. Even though getting it on film would have been the perfect start to an otherwise off day. Her laughing, smiling, giggling like a school girl who just saw the word ‘poop’ soon came to an end though, when suddenly entertaining was becoming, frightening.

At first Abigail had loved joking around with Lottie, seriously wanting to go get her small filming device and take a good couple images of the ending battle in the water beneath her feet. Making bets about who the winner would be… It was just childish enough of them, until someone actually got hurt. Abbie’s smile turned into a frown when there was a small amount of blood red ooze surfacing at the top of the pool around them. “Oh… crap.” The fight was over now, or this one was at least. Abigail could never understand the whole ’beating the pulp out of one another’ thing that most guys went through. Of course, that was a little sexist, girls definitely ripped their enemies a new one when they got the chance to do so; but Abigail was never too fond of the whole, punching, kicking and pulling one anothers hair out scenario. “Are you guys okay?” She couldn’t help but watch from the side lines as Lottie pulled Derrick to the side of the pool, obviously concerned more for him than for Spinner. Abbie didn’t want to take sides, it was mostly her’s and Lottie’s fault that the older man was in a sour mood wasn’t it? They had hidden his alcohol, even though the both of them clearly knew how important it was to him; and had managed to wake him up that morning playing the immature game they’d annoyed him with on numerous occassions.
The result was this, and Abbie couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret. “Oooo ow, sorry,” Looking over the, small amount of blood trickling down Derricks face Abigail crinkled her nose with distaste. “I’ll go get a medical kit!” She’d need to buy one… They’d run out after their last excursion. Their gang might have been good but they still couldn’t manage to keep out of harms way even on the best days. Turning around she saw Spinner, or rather, Spinner’s a** walking away. Drenched, bleeding, and not turning back. “Spinner? SPINNER! Where are you going?” Her calls didn’t hinder his speed, and soon he was gone.

“s**t!” She hissed, spinning back to Lottie and Derrick, the both of which were still bent over the one side of the pool. “Well that’s not good…” so many scenarios were playing through her head right now. Loosing Spinner was NOT a good idea, not now; the boss would likely get wasted, and do something that would compromise the team and the mission. Was he that stupid though? Abigail frowned, he hadn’t done anything that horrible before; you could never be too careful though. Not to mention, Abbie didn’t feel like finding Spinner tomorrow, dead or passed out in a back alley somewhere. She’d peeled the older male off of the floor more than once. Or tried to. Abbs wasn’t exactly the epitome of muscular strength. The basic point of the matter was that Spinner, alone, was capable of anything. And someone needed to find him before one of the many possibilities got a chance to play itself out. “Okay, med kit!” Abbie nodded to the others, “I’ll go get one, and look for Spinner… Maybe I can catch him.” She left her two other team mates where they were, and headed back for the hotel room. If she was lucky, Spinner just went back to concealing himself in the washroom.

The door wasn’t locked. She hadn’t even thought of that on her way out… All of her precious babies were inside, waiting to be taken. With one key the lot of them needed to be careful, as not to lock themselves out. She was sure they’d find another way in, but disliked the idea of balancing over Derrick’s or Spinners shoulders as they propped either her or Lottie up again, allowing for a tight squeeze and shimmy through one of the tiny back windows. Always so conveniently placed in the hotel washroom. Of course the bathroom was never an ideal place to fall. Not only was her equipment usually inside it, but hitting porcelain to bone definitely hurt more than a wall to the head. “Spin?” Abigail gently pushed open the door a crack, peeking through like there was something to hide within. When her boss never replied she pushed the door open fully, a low creak following every movement. “Spinner are you in here?” From the looks of it, he hadn’t even stopped by. The floor was dry and nothing had been moved.

Quickening her steps Abigail rushed to the far corner of the room. Her sheets were still tossed precariously over the floor and bed where she had fallen. On the side of the mattress she had left one thing. Her hoodie, it was a large black baggy zip up jacket. Abbie flipped it over her arms in a rush, and left the room. She’d need it. She always needed her hoodie. It was almost like a security blanket. The pockets were just big enough, and the fit was nice enough to fit something newborn-baby sized underneath. Leaving the thing unzipped and hanging down her frame Abigail exited the hotel, slamming the door behind herself and taking off in a sprint down the sidewalk, hoping that Spinner was still heading the same way…


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It was pointless. Her legs were too short… Abigail had always sucked at track and field. Slowing down she came to a huffing stop. Spinner appeared to be long gone now. Probably had made some sort of left or right turn where Abigail had kept running straight on. Why she’d thought she’d be able to catch up or find him? Who knows. The man was like a mouse. Slinking away in any direction possible to get away from the cat. “Frick… SPINNER!” Abbie shouted, cupping her hands over her mouth for maximum volume. A few people on the street next to her gave her an odd look; not much more. Anything could be found in Vegas, and if they thought some random blonde in a bathing suit shouting down the street was weird, they definitely weren’t from around here. Not that the suit was that noticeable beneath the hoodie and shorts.

Huffing Abigail dropped her arms to her side again. She hadn’t quite paid attention to her surroundings until now. Apparently the small blonde had ended up between a row of rather tall buildings. Shops and stores that loomed over her like sky scrapers; not quite large enough to be called such, but tall non the less. Especially from her current point of view. Cocking her head an uncomfortable distance backwards Abigail strained herself to look up at the names of a few of the mall sized shops. None of them seemed like they’d be any help in her current predicament. So instead of lingering Abbs continued on. Not quite searching for her captain any longer, but for some interesting places to procure useful… items.

“SPINNER?” Abigail frowned as she came up to another corner. Really her shrill calls were futile at this point. There weren’t many people out on the streets today, but there were enough for her efforts to feel pointless. Not to mention the man could be anywhere by now. Abbie should have been searching one of the drunk districts, a strip that had mostly liquor stores, bars or strip clubs. Ugh… As the thought crossed her mind Abbie mentally slapped herself. That was it, She’d get the medical kit for Derrick and head back to the hotel. Hopefully Spinner had changed his mind mid-storm-out and was there waiting for her to come back.
Oh yes they’d all have a laugh. Silly Abbie.

Smiling at her most recent conceived image Abigail twisted into one of the large connected malls she’d had yet to fully pass by. There were massive amounts of clothes, a section made entirely for perfumes, bathroom spa toys, foods, glittery teeny bopper things, purses and bags, wigs, hair stylists, magazines… more clothes. Abbie’s nose was crinkled in distaste through what could be considered the main portion of the store’s retail; only stopping when she saw it. A massive computer tech section, and it was about damn time too! Complete with Nerd Herd assistance. It was honestly beautiful. Her look of distaste completely dropped! Jaw ajar she swept forward towards the shiny new equipment. gaming consoles, play stations, any video you could want, televisions, hooks, wires, tools, computers. Oh… oh yes she could use a new laptop. Abbie headed directly for those first.
Sure these were more trivial items compared to the ones she currently had and used; but there was no harm in looking was there?







HELLO I'M, ABiGAiL?


RiNG RiNG

[D0LLiE DEAREST]

「laceymariewayland」
you say DIVA like it's a bad thing

Poor little Owen was taking his sweet time replying. What was causing him to think, anyways? The question was quite obvious, Lacey was always right no matter what. Owen should have known by now that when it came to arguments with Stirling and Lacey, she was always the winner... after all, she was the smarter and better. However, the kid was still young. He'd learn eventually not to trust Stirling but to trust Lacey, who was talented and brilliant... unlike someone. Just when she thought that he was finally going to spill the beans, pick a side, the kid began shuffling away, mumbling an excuse under his breath. Although Owen didn't necessarily say it, Lacey knew that he was on her side. How could he not be? Lacey was amazing, after all. He may not speak it to her physically but he spoke it to her mentally. The two of them had a bond like that... even though it consisted of her barking orders at him. Owen was a special little guy, though. Lacey was kind enough to take him under her wing, she loved his chubby cheeks and sometimes spent days just squeezing and stretching them out for fun. Owen always begged for a much more dangerous task than just standing around and making sure their bags weren't stolen while they were on some sort of secret mission, but Lacey felt that that could be too much pressure on the little guy. He was still new, of course, and no matter how much he insisted that he was ready for a real assignment, she knew so otherwise. Young and inexperienced, yes he was... Lacey couldn't risk to put him on the field. Don't think of it more as she was compassionate for him, though, she just didn't want to embarrass herself. Judith would probably laugh her a** off if Lacey had put in something major like robbing the casino... of course, that would be if Judith had an a** anyways. Her figure was so disgusting, flat, lanky, boring, just anything unattractive. How the girl lived with herself was beyond Lacey. And her hair... it was always so flat and boring. No wonder why she didn't have a boyfriend. Lacey shouldn't be one to talk, but then again she thought she was too good for most men.

"You really are the big bad witch, scaring poor Toto away." Stirling's voice brought Lacey back to reality, and she shot a glare at the brunette male. Oh? She scared him away? He started all of it. Plus, Lacey didn't scare Owen. The little kid loved her, in fact, he loved her so much all his opinions revolved around Lacey's. Yep. "You're just jealous because someone disagrees with you. That was a yes from Owen!" the girl defended, which was so true. Whenever Stirling was wrong or somebody didn't exactly agree with him, he had to throw a fit. Yeah, and Lacey was the diva? Pft. Plus, sooooo obvious that Owen would take her side over Stirling's any day. Stirling wasn't planning to give up that easy, though, as he replied that it wasn't a yes from Owen. Did he need glasses? Owen certainly looked like the type of guy who loved hearing Lacey talk, he was agreeing with her. The only reason why he didn't want to say it out loud was because he probably didn't want to hurt Stirling's feelings, he might break down in tears. Owen was such a good guy. Lacey, well, she cared more about winning than Stirling's feelings. "You don't know Owen like I do, you a*****e." the redhead shot at him, making a face that read, "Oh, yeah, I went there". That might not be true; Lacey spent her free time painting her nails instead of bonding with Owey-bear, but she could tell that he liked her a lot more than Stirling. She was the sweeter girl. "Because you two are tight?" Had Stirling always been this annoying? Or was it this particular day? No... he was always this annoying. It had happened this morning, too, with him ripping her off of the bed while she was still naked. You did not do that to a girl who hasn't had her full hours of beauty sleep. It just wasn't right. Now, what were the perfect words to respond to Stirling? He was right. Owen and Lacey were very tight. "Yeah, like a fat kid in Spandex. Jealous?" Hopefully, that would elaborate the powerful friendship (bullshit) between Owen and Lacey.

Before she had a valid excuse or a comeback from Stirling, he inched towards her. Oh, Lacey knew exactly what was coming. This always happened, though. Every fight, every argument. If it wasn't a hot make-out session it was usually just angry sex. Her eyes fluttered shut the moment his lips were against hers, though. Why this felt so right... it was confusing. Wasn't she suppose to hate him? His guts? It had only been a minute ago in which she wanted to rip his head off for being such an annoying jerk. Now, everything was paying off. The pissed off Stirling was so much better than the calm one, maybe that was the real reason why she even bothered to annoy him-- all for the angry Stirling that was just amazing in bed and a great kisser. A clear, awkward, audible cough emerged from non other than Owen. However, there was a few more seconds of kissing before she pulled away. The thing with the relationship with Stirling was that she wanted it to be a secret. It made it so much more daring, and she didn't want Owen or Emma to get any ideas. Although nobody spoke of it, the two of them were probably aware of her and Stirling's tendency to... um... get "off topic". Only way Lacey could have thought of for Owen to think that they weren't dating was a full smack across Stirling's face, making a disgusted expression as well. That was, of course, entirely different than how she completely felt. It was just that Owen's mind wasn't completely mature enough to understand their relationship, he was the little kid, after all. He did look slightly shocked at the action that Lacey had just demonstrated on Stirling, who spoke her mind. She smirked a bit at the thought of Owen not ever been slapped across the face before, but then again, it wasn't very likely he had been. He was a sweet, shy, sensitive guy. Girls swooned over that type of stuff, which would probably be what girls were doing instead of slapping him. Stirling, on the other hand, probably have been smacked a billion times with his hardass attitude.

When Stirling asked Owen if he was gay, Lacey's face immediately shot up. She wouldn't be surprised if the boy was. He was a quiet type of guy, maybe that was because he was still hiding in the closet. Then there was the fact that he was caring and obidient, most men were obnoxious and a bother. Straight men, anyways. Plus, Lacey didn't recall him ever having a girlfriend or even checking a girl out. Owen was so gay, without a doubt. It was alright, she'd accept him for who he was, whether he was into men or women. "Oh. My. God!! I've figured it out! Owey-bear, you're GAY! Awwwwwe why didn’t you tell us?" she squealed, her voice full of delight. Just because she was no longer a young teenager didn't mean she couldn't act like one. Finding out about Owen's sexuality was like a new secret, it was almost as good as Judith being dead. If only Emma was here to witness this beautiful moment, the moment Owen finally trusted his teammates and stepped out of the closet. And for some reason, Mr. Stirling-Pants here was stepping in to defend Owen. Was he gay, too? Did he feel defensive of Owen? Wait, no, he couldn't be gay. He had slept with Lacey plenty of times... more than Lacey preferred. He called her 'Wayland', though, which was frustrating. "Lacey!" the diva snapped, annoyed at t he lack of respect. Stir-bear only continued to ignore her as he continued talking to Owen about some pretty chick. Pretty chick? Stirling? What? He was not allowed to think anybody was attractive except for Lacey... she was the only exception. Of course, she'd never admit her jealousy, though. "Pft, she wasn't even that pretty." Lacey interrupted, her tone a little more bitter than she had intended. She cleared her throat before shooting a glare at Stirling, then avoided his gaze before he could penetrate her and realize she was just slightly envious. Surely this chick couldn't be prettier than Lacey, right? Her hair wasn't as long and soft, her eyes weren't as bright and colorful, her smile wasn't as wide and gorgeous... and Stirling still liked the redhead more, right?

Enough of Stirling, who probably couldn't pick up any chick except for Lacey, to give Owen, who was obviously gay, any advice. The only reason they were meeting up here was because she had something very important to discuss about. Their plans. Not Owen's sexuality or who Stirling though was attractive. Lacey may not seem like it but she was a very well and organized character, she liked her plans plotted out before they took action. Unlike Spinner, who probably just decided to wing everything, and Judith, who just failed no matter how hard she tried, Lacey was successful and everything she did always ended up well. That was why she was the leader, not Stirling who was an a*****e, Owen who was kind of stupid and inexperienced, and Emma... who... well, who just couldn't pull it off. The woman was great and all but she just wasn't Lacey. Not much of a talker, either. "Alright, guys, start focusing. Forget about the girl. Owey-bear, if you're gay, it's alright. But seriously. Down to business." she snapped, and thought everything in her head once again before she'd prepare it for her team. Emma was late and it was annoying, but she was probably off doing something much more important than guessing Owen's sexual preference. Right now, there were rumors going around the streets that both Spinner and Judith were after the same casino as well. Lacey, if you knew her by now, didn't like sharing. At all. Plus, she didn't like Spinner and she definitely didn't like Judith. The best way to throw off competition was have them fight at each other, and while they were in a full-mode feud than Lacey would take advantage of the time and take the casino all for herself. Although she was competitive she was even more lazy-- she wanted to save time and more importantly wanted to take what Judith wanted. Either way, she had already figured out a plan. She'd kidnap somebody from Spinner's gang, and pin the blame on Judith. The woman may be great, but Spinner was a real pain in the a** when when he was angry he was even worse. Hopefully, he'd do something rash and stupid, and Judith would feel the need to plan a revenge so therefore a new battle would erupt.

"So, listen up, boys." Lacey demanded, glaring at Owen, since he was playing with his finger, a stray strand of string on his shirt or something. Whatever he had been fiddling with, she demanded his undivided attention. "Alright, as you know, there are rumors going around that Judith and Spinner want the casino too. We all know Judith lacks the skills but I think Spinner might be something to worry about." A small grin erupted onto her features, and she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Of course, he'd be something to worry about if I wasn't your leader. But I am, and I've come up with a perfect plan. We'll kidnap somebody from his gang and somehow tell them that Judith has them. I mean, it's perfect. Spinner will be focusing his attention on getting his little teammate back and Judith will be trying to get him off her back, which leaves us the perfect open field. We make a scene, take all the money, and get out of here. Quick. Though, it's perfect. We are all aware that Judith thinks she's all that so she's probably going to want to strike back at Spinner, which sparks the fight even more between them." Ahh, she was so smart. Lacey just couldn't help but clapping for herself a bit, she honestly deserved such praise. If Stirling had been in charge, than they'd probably be like Spinner's gang, winging it and what not. But Stirling wasn't in charge, Miss Brilliant Lacey was. "To answer your question, Stirling, we're taking Ebbie. Or was it Abbie? That little nerd girl. It's either between her, Lottie, or Derrick. We all know we can't take Derrick, he could put up a fight and I think it'd be a lot easier to snatch a techie than a driver. Don't demand any money from Spinner for Abbie back, you know how he is, he might just rob the casino to get the cash. That's not what we want. Tell him we have her and we think it's funny or something, I dunno. You think about it."

Little Miss Emma finally decided to show up. Lacey turned around, tapping her foot impatiently at the other woman and rolling her eyes. Oh, just look at her. Acting all innocent and what not. Owen got up and began walking as well, apparently, bumped into Emma. Even though Lacey wasn't directly next to her cleaner, she could hear everything clearly coming out of her mouth. Was she being mean to poor Owen? Why was she so bitter, anyways? "Touch me again, and I'll kill you"? Must have made Owen s**t himself. Lacey turned around, not approving of the behavior coming from Emma. Normally, she was used to it and tolerated it but this time Emma was late, which meant that there was no excuse for her to be so dark. "Oh, Emma, lighten up." Lacey challenged, approaching the other woman slowly, her heels clicking after her. She set both of her hands on Emma's shoulder's, not really afraid of her. Lacey was the leader, and it wasn't very likely that Emma wasn't loyal and ended up killing Lacey. "See? I'm touching your shoulders. Not bad, huh?" Whether or not Emma was uncomfortable, Lacey didn't really care. She began patting Emma around, making faces as if saying, "OOOOOH!, I'm touching you", and eventually Lacey's hands gripped Emma's cheeks, stretching them out like she constantly did with Owen's. After releasing one of them, the redhead used one hand and squeezed Emma's face together, making her having this kind of fish face. "Look, you're a fish now. Say, 'I'm a guppy, and guppies don't smile. But this one does!' Come on, Emma, you can do it. Alright, now repeat after me. I'm a guppy..."

[HoRRiDx]

Oh, awkward was all you could really call it. Owen and Emmy both had suspicions that Stirling and Lacey were a little intimate behind the scene. Of course you’d never think from the sight of them, they were always fighting, bickering like siblings. Siblings that made out… And had sex. Shivering at the sudden and horrible image Owen had placed in his mind he returned his attention to the rest of the room.

“You seem a little pained there Owen, never been slapped by a women before?” As a matter of fact, no he hadn’t. Owen grinned at that, but was unable to answer, when Stirling continued. “Actually now that I come to think of it even been anything by a women before.” What. Owen’s face paled slightly, and his words caught in his throat. “You have the penthouse to yourself and yet you don’t bring any number of those delectable females back up here. They were draped all over you like a second skin.” Honestly Owen hadn’t really noticed that. Nor did he really think of himself as the type to sleep with a women, just because he had money. He knew the type, gold diggers.

“I … uh-” Rubbing the palm up his head down the back of his head and neck Owen took a moment to ponder the question. Would he downright admit to it?

“Owen Harper are you gay?” Owen shot his gaze back up to Stirling. He choked on his words, unable to find the right ones to say. He wasn’t gay, far from it actually… Before he was able to comment, Lacey jumped into the assumption.

“Oh. My. God!” He’d started something. Owen was now blushing; wanting so bad to be out of this particular conversation. “I’ve figured it out!” No, no, no. “Owey-bear, you’re GAY! Awwwwe why didn’t you tell us?” Maybe cuz he wasn’t gay?

“He hasn’t said anything yet Wayland.”

“LACEY.”

“Guys, guys…” Owen waved his hands a bit, coughing pathetically to get their attention, stammering a little “Re-really, I’m-not... gay” Would he tell them? No. Owen wasn’t gay, but had actually never experienced a women physically before. Always looking for the right girl, and being a rather shy sort of person, he’d never actually, had sex. Not yet. Not that he hadn’t tried.

“Request Natasha when you order in next. I saw her eye you up while you ordered drinks last night. You remember the girl don’t you. Blonde, that country twang, lets up to here.” Owen couldn’t recall most of the girls he’d met that night. They had surrounded him once he started playing, and winning. He was concentrated on getting the job done, counting cards and looking out for security. Women weren’t really on his mind.

“I never really noticed a blonde,” The look in Stirlings eyes made Owen change course, He had noticed however, a cute little raven haired girl. “There was that one girl, English accent.” Smiling at the memory Owen recalled a situation in which she’d brought him drinks. Actually left her number on a napkin beneath it. The soggy glass has smudged away most of the numbers, and Owen never thought that he’d be in Vegas long enough to hook up with her. Not to mention him and his friends were planning to rob the entire Casino.

“Well you need to invite her back up here boy.” Oh no… He couldn’t do that. “A young man on a real winning streak would do that. Start playing the part. This is the perk of the job Owen.” Again he wasn’t sure what to say to Stirling. They all seemed so confident that he’d be able to just bring a random stranger up to his room. Not really realizing some of the implications. Std’s? Perhaps the girl turned out to really be a man. It would put Owen in an awkward position. And he dealt with enough awkward on a day to day basis, to not quite like the idea.

“Alright, guys, start focusing. Forget about the girl. Owey-bear if you’re gay, its alright. But seriously. Down to business.” Owen made a face, There was that word again. something. Whatever he had been fiddling with, she demanded his undivided attention. "Alright, as you know, there are rumors going around that Judith and Spinner want the casino too. We all know Judith lacks the skills but I think Spinner might be something to worry about." Owen stared forward as he watched a small grin erupted onto her features, seemingly rather excited about her new plan. "Of course, he'd be something to worry about if I wasn't your leader. But I am, and I've come up with a perfect plan. We'll kidnap somebody from his gang and somehow tell them that Judith has them. I mean, it's perfect. Spinner will be focusing his attention on getting his little teammate back and Judith will be trying to get him off her back, which leaves us the perfect open field. We make a scene, take all the money, and get out of here. Quick. Though, it's perfect. We are all aware that Judith thinks she's all that so she's probably going to want to strike back at Spinner, which sparks the fight even more between them."

It made sense. Quite allot of sense. Owen didn’t really like it though. Kidnapping was a whole nother offence to put on his rap sheet if they were eventually caught. Would he really be able to contain one of the others, in his room ‘most likely’ seeing as how it was the biggest. Stirling or Emmy would probably be around to assist. Actually, they’d probably do most of the work either way. Owen had a role to play in this one. Not quite dangerous… Not quite thrilling, but important. Or so Lacey had said. Whether or not she was just babying him, he couldn’t quite tell this time. Before he could pipe up and ask who they’d be taking from the other gang, Stirling got to it first. "I‘ll work out the problems in getting him to believe that Judith did it and volunteer in the kidnapping. I‘m assuming that Rose and myself would be responsible for that, if she decides to show up. So who is my target?."

"To answer your question, Stirling, we're taking Ebbie. Or was it Abbie? That little nerd girl. It's either between her, Lottie, or Derrick. We all know we can't take Derrick, he could put up a fight and I think it'd be a lot easier to snatch a techie than a driver. Don't demand any money from Spinner for Abbie back, you know how he is, he might just rob the casino to get the cash. That's not what we want. Tell him we have her and we think it's funny or something, I dunno. You think about it."

Abbie? He could recall talk about her. A technician. That would definitely be handy if they needed something tampered with. They could always threaten her; Stirling could do that whole ‘torture‘ thing. Cringing at the idea Owen re-thought it. No, no… He wasn’t quite ready to be the cause of someone getting their finger nails torn out of the skin. Of course, if he didn’t really know the person? Nor care for them, would it make a difference. Spinner and his gang, they were the enemy! Owen needed to toughen up. “What should I do?” Straightening himself and smiling Owen took a bold step forward! Hoping for some kind of cool mission. A chance to prove his skills. Despite being a bit weary of the outcome, he wanted to show them that he could be just as badass as the rest of the crew.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Before Lacey could embarrass him and tell him that he ’just wasn’t the right person for the job’ or that ’he probably should stay in the casino for the duration, less his cover get blown’ Owen knew that it was all just to spare his feelings. Lacey was nice to him that way. The others felt no need to do the same.

Quickly Owen went for the door, hoping that it was Emmy standing behind it. She was rather late. When the large wooden plank was out of the way he let out a deep sigh. She had finally arrived! “Morning Emmy, how are you?” Perhaps she was sick, that would be a good excuse for her tardiness. Instead he was allowed no response. The women just stared at him.

After a few moments he finally pulled the door open a bit farther. Staring into that face too long was incredibly intimidating. “Am I late?” He expected Lacey to shout at the girl, make a big fuss about how late she was. Instead Wayland just stood there, tapping her shoe like an impatient mother, as Emmy slowly made her way to the couch, wearing the same garmets she had worn the day before.

Owen furrowed his eyebrows. Maybe he’d made the wrong decision, with joining a gang. Then again, can joining a gang be a good decision ever? He wasn’t sure he was connecting with these people. The only one that seemed to like him was Lacey; and that was probably the only reason he was still around… Turning back to the room Owen dropped the flustered expression and smiled again. This one a bit more strained than most. He moved to return to his spot in the room, maybe even take a seat. Somehow he had brushed past Emmy, and inadvertently touched her. “Owen.” Finally some interaction! Bending over the side of the couch to reply, Owen opened his mouth only to drop it just as quickly. “Touch me again, and I’ll kill you.” Frowning Harper slowly backed away from her. He wasn’t aware he’d offended her so bad.

“Sorry…”

“Oh Emma, lighten up.” Lacey confronted her. "See? I'm touching your shoulders. Not bad, huh?" Whether or not Emma was uncomfortable, Lacey didn't seem to care that much. Instead she began patting her hands around Emmy’s shoulders. Making faces and eventually grabbing either side of Emma's face, stretching them out like she had done so many times to Owen's. He knew how unpleasant it was. And was sure that Lacey would not be standing much longer. "Look, you're a fish now. Say, 'I'm a guppy, and guppies don't smile. But this one does!' Come on, Emma, you can do it. Alright, now repeat after me. I'm a guppy..."

“Oh my…” Owen took a few steps backward. Emmy hadn’t reacted yet; but there was no telling what she would do. “Does this happen allot Stirling?” Emmy’s reaction was predictable. Although Owen hadn’t expected her to hurt Lacey so badly. Lacey was in fact, the “boss” hurting her didn’t seem like the best idea. “Whoa!” Owen tried to make light of the situation, by laughing and stepping forward. The newbie bent down next to Wayland, trying to grasp Lacey’s hand out of Em’s grip. “Ladies please…” In a way, he had succeeded. Em released Lacey’s wrist, but had turned on him instead. A swift punch to the eye and Owen found himself toppling backwards, Loosing his balance and falling into a nearby seat. Which with the sudden force and weight of Owen colliding into it, twisted backward. The boy was now on the floor, cupping his sore face with his hand. “AH-gah… Oh my god, you hit me in the face!” He whined slightly from the floor. Pain in his cheek, forehead and neck. "Her knuckles are like knives..."

He shouldn't have gotten between the two.


[this is kinda crappy

i really wasn't sure what to add : / no one is online! LOL ]

[Melted Jellybelly`s]

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It was roughly ten o'clock in the morning. At least, that's the time that Judith thought it was. She wasn't completely sure, but it was early enough in the Las Vegas morning that there weren't strippers at every single corner, the air wasn't exactly broiling hot yet (close, but probably just a few bare degrees off), and she had woken up at exactly six am that morning, which had been quite a while ago, so she could only guess that it was early afternoon, at the latest. Most people wouldn't have guessed that she had been in a rather comfortable and spacious hotel room the day before. People she knew would have probably been absolutely flabbergasted, on the other hand, to know that she had been up so early. Typically, she was one of those people who tended to go to bed late, and wake up even later, if given the chance. If she didn't receive a pleasant nine hours of sleep, she could be a little bit . . . grumpy, to say the least. On the other hand, it didn't take much to get her upset anyways, since she was almost always either happy or pissed off, but that didn't matter, now did it. Being just a little bipolar had never interfered in her life before - sort of - and she didn't plan on it affecting her now. Especially now. She had a big goal in plan that, if it went right, would almost literally strike gold. She'd be rich. Filthy rich. It'd be wonderful. And her team, they would have some money, too, enough that Maisy would be able to easily retire and never have to go into the gang business again. As for Judith, she didn't think she'd quit. Not now. If this went right, she could do more things. Bigger things. Bigger cities, bigger casinos, bigger accomplished heists that would have her better known. Not that she was a wallflower in the world of gangs. She didn't know everyone, and not everyone knew her, but if that happened, everything would go to hell. Well, worse hell. People needed secrets, and gray areas where they didn't know things. Now if only I didn't know that b***h, Lacey. Rolling her eyes to herself, Judith felt almost one hundred percent sure that the redheads parents had to be ashamed of the bitchy little whore they had created during one drunken night of sex. Well, maybe that was her parents who'd had the drunken sex, but hey, maybe it applied to Lacey, too. Judith didn't know her whole background story, nor did she want to. She never wanted to know that much about Lacey, and that was how things were going to stay. Forever. Unless she could shoot the slut. That, on the other hand, would be wonderful.

"What's up, sweetcheeks? Think I could get that sour look off your face?" So maybe she was in a bar that had been across the street from the hotel. That didn't particularly matter. She wanted a little bit of free time before getting down to the nitty gritty dirty business that she would have to talk about with her team. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy doing it, she liked knowing what was going to happen, exactly how it was going and when it was going to happen, but that didn't mean she had to look forward to it with totally joyful anticipation. No, she didn't quite loathe those conversations, but there weren't in her top five favorite things, let alone top twenty favorite things, so any casual time away from them she could get, she was gonna strive for. Which was how she ended up with a small glass of vodka in hand and some guy standing behind her. Turning around on the bar stool, Judith looked him up and down, or rather, down then up, starting at his shoes, up to his waist, biceps and finally ending on his moderately attractive face. He wasn't a stunning ten, but he was above a five as well. Perhaps a seven, eight at max. You wouldn't have to get too drunk for him to look amazingly better. It was mostly the fact that his lips looked a little thin, and his face a little long. Other than that, not too bad. "Well I don't know, it's Vegas, a lot of things could make me feel better." Judith replied, tilting her head to the side with a small smile. The guy only chuckled before sitting down next to her, glancing at the glass in her hand before grinning. "Good point, but I think I'd be better at it than some vodka." Smirking, she shrugged lightly before swallowing the last bit of her vodka and tossing him the empty glass, which he surprisingly caught. "Thanks but no thanks." Judith beamed before standing up and, with a small wave, walked out of the bar, heading towards the hotel. Or rather, she was outside the bar and ready to jaywalk before a hand grabbed her wrist, yanking her backwards into a warm body. "Look, I was talking, and it isn't over until I say so." The man she'd just obviously rejected growled into her ear. Oh. Not so friendly now, was he? Rolling her eyes, the female kicked backwards, her heels harshly striking his shins. Ignoring his sudden exclamations and curses of pain, she turned around, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. "Look, it doesn't matter when you say it's over, because I'm leaving, and you'll have to find some other less drunk girl to hit on, alright buddy? Now scram, and you might wanna check that blood on your legs." True enough, his jeans had a little bit of reddish spotting from where she'd kicked him. It wasn't her fault that her heels were long and his jeans weren't too thick. A few bandaids should make everything better. Pushing him backwards, she shook her head and waited for a few more cars to pass before stalking across the street. Thank goodness she didn't know exactly where Lacey was, or else she would have been taking out all her frustration out on the redhead. Who gave a s**t about witnesses. They could go away easily, too. Well, maybe not Emma. Or Stirling. But that was entirely besides the point.

Ready to storm up into her room, plop down on her bed and mentally b***h about all the people she hated or even mildly disliked in in the world - which would make a hefty list, let alone the people she simply had a grudge against or disliked by association (such as Emma), of which there were a lot of - she apparently didn't have a chance to have a good early afternoon as her pocket buzzed. Freezing in her tracks, her eyes narrowed as she slowly looked down to where her phone was. Who. The ********. Just. Texted her. If it was about something she didn't like, they were dead meat. Absolute dead meat who would never have a chance to possibly live. Cracking her knuckles, Judith stood a few feet away from the hotel doors for a few seconds, fingers slowly tracing the outline of her phone. Practically growling at the most likely unnecessary annoyance, she irritably pulled it out of her pocket, frowning as it flashed with Maisy's name. What the hell did she want. She liked the older woman - sometimes - sure, but that didn't mean she wanted a stupid text. Selecting read, her eyes flashed over the message and her temper cooled for a moment. Well. It had been necessary. She wouldn't want to wander around and scour the blonde's room before getting told by Tristian and Jack where to go. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Judith shoved the phone back into her pocket and pulled up a bra strap that seemed to keep falling. As it did so, once again, just a few seconds later, she bit her lip before letting it lay there. Finally noticing the occasional glances she was receiving from people who were leaving and entering the hotel, she frowned at one particularly nosy looking person who's gaze automatically shied away. Satisfied with the apparent impression she made - pissed and intimidating, she bet, or something close to it - Judith walked into the hotel and then headed straight towards the front desk. "Why hello there," she said tightly to the woman there who seemed decidedly disgruntled, "Where's conference room fourteen?" Well, she didn't have to look so disgusted. Or maybe it wasn't disgust. Distrust. Suspicion. Annoyance. How big was the stick that got stuck up this woman's a**? "Well?" She snapped, clicking her fingers in front of the woman. "Go that way about half way and then take a left, after that go down near the end of the hallway and take a right. It'll be there." Smiling slowly, Judith patted the lady's shoulder. "Thanks for little." Following the directions without hesitation, since she was good at remembering directions with little or no retelling, she found herself at the door to the conference room. Hand on the handle of the door, she found herself debating between walking in or seeing if the other two of her wonderful little gang were even there yet.

A few minutes later, Judith was stepping out of an elevator and walking into the room that she knew Jack was staying in. Without knocking, she barged in and saw the man still in his bed. How dare he still be sleeping when she had been awake for hours and Maisy was sitting in the conference room, waiting for them all. Grumbling unhappily, since if she couldn't be in a more than adequately pleasant mood, no one else deserved to either, she stalked over and literally yanked the covers off of the bed, tossing them on the floor. It seemed to take him a moment before he groggily opened his eyes. His first sight would either be Judith's unhappy expression or probably the light on the ceiling. Either way, his gaze eventually wandered to her face and he frowned and rolled his eyes. So what if he and Maisy and Tristian were all pretty much used to her mercurial moods that changed in an instant, that didn't mean he could roll his eyes at her. "Why am I not surprised you weren't even awake yet. Move your lazy a**, ok?" She snapped irritably at him, and glared as he buried his head stubbornly into the pillows. "Are you ******** deaf?" She exclaimed and snatched the wonderful source of fluffiness from under his head, tossing it over to the other side of room, and giving the same exact treatment to everything else on the bed until all that remained was her stubborn little specialist. "Get. Up. And get your a**. Down. Stairs." Rolling her eyes, she pushed his shoulder to give light but definite emphasis on her demands and kicked a fallen blanket away from her feet. She didn't want to trip and fall or anything, that would just ruin her in control moment and make her look like a total idiot. Plus, she didn't feel like being even more annoyed. At least. Not at the moment. Maybe with better reason she could be more pissed off, otherwise, Walking back to the door, she glanced over her shoulder and glared at Jack as he slowly began to get up, looking thoroughly pissed at her. Well he could be that way all he wanted, she was still the boss, and she was still the one in control who knew what was actually happening. "Don't b***h or else I'll take away whatever pipe bomb or whatever you have stashed somewhere." Leaving the threat hanging in the air, since she was sure it'd affect him a bit more than it would Tristian and Maisy - seeing as he loved making things go boom, and that was his job within her little gang - she flicked her hair over her shoulder and slammed the door behind her. Standing in front of it for a moment, arms crossed over her chest as thoughts ran through her head, she considered going to the conference room before discarding the thought. A few more minutes couldn't hurt, and Maisy wouldn't mind. And if she did, she could deal with it.

No longer feeling the urge to barge into Tristian's room and harass him as well, since one man a day seemed good, and Jack made two when you thought about the guy from the bar who thought she'd be an easy hook up and dump, Judith was walking down the hallway and almost at the elevator when a girl stalked past her to the elevator. Curious as to why in the world such an upset, humiliated and all around unhappy expression would be on her face, her first thought went to some guy troubles. Of course, she didn't know how right she possibly was, since she'd been the little pick-me-up Tristian had laid the day before, but maybe that was for the better, otherwise she would only have something - or rather, someone - to annoy him about. Which wouldn't make any stress lessen, and only cause more irritability between him and her. It wasn't that she exactly hated him, although she definitely had her times when she had the urge to strangle him if he opened his mouth one more time, but she was just careful. She never really knew what he was going to do, even if she gave him an order, because he hadn't gained her complete trust. If there was anybody she could trust, or had to trust, it would have to be the people in her gang. Otherwise, she'd be dead if she didn't trust them and was always looking over her shoulder to make sure that they didn't shoot her in the back to gain a profit. She doubted Maisy ever would, especially since this was her last mission and she wanted out, and Jack just didn't seem the kind of guy who would do such a thing, but as for Tristian, she couldn't be one hundred percent sure about anything the man did. He didn't seem to have a feel for familial bonds, even if it was such an odd family as the one she'd adopted, and that was one of the other reasons she didn't feel like confronting him, since he likely wouldn't give a s**t and wouldn't even be amused by her anger, only indifferent or annoyed back. At least, that's how she thought he'd act. She just didn't, and that was what drove her crazy. Frowning, Judith realized she'd stopped in the middle of the hallway and rolled her eyes. At least she hadn't been talking to herself, as she occasionally did when puzzling something - or someone - out. Pushing the down button and waiting for the elevator to come back up like an obedient puppy, she glanced down the hallway. No Jack yet. Lazy bum.

Back on the first floor where she'd oh so kindly addressed the woman behind the desk, Judith recalled the directions she'd been given to mind and followed them once more, though this time she actually had to do a few double backs. It wasn't even that hard to get there, it really wasn't, but she wasn't exactly a happy camper, and when she wasn't ready to roast marshmallows over a crackling fire and then crush them between graham crackers with a piece of Hershey's chocolate, well, her mind got a little fuddled and she forgot things. Which was why she tried to make sure she was calm and collected before anything big her and her gang attempted. If she wasn't, she would lose her cool and things would go awry and mess up. It wasn't an assumption, it was a fact. When you weren't in control, something always got screwed up, and there was absolutely no way around it. Opening the door to the conference room, she saw Maisy sitting in one of the chairs and shot her a tight smile, even if the woman didn't look all too happy at Judith being the only one in the doorway. "I woke up Jack), and Tristian will probably be in here soon, he usually isn't bad about that." She consoled the other woman from across the room, glancing at the small remote the older blond held. Well, wonder what that went to, or whatever it made it do. Taking a quick glance around the room and what it had in it - to be honest, it looked almost too professional, which bugged her, but she could manage, it was the people in a room that mattered, not the things - Judith walked over to the table and sat on the edge before laying down, looking at Maisy upside down as she brushed away some hair. "Las Vegas is too full of pervs." Why not vent? It seemed like a good time to. Besides, Maisy was a fellow woman, and older nonetheless, so she had to have experience with guys that were creeps and could only think about sex, getting drunk, hopefully not knocking up any girls and then leaving town to do the same somewhere else. Although, you could do that a million and five times in Las Vegas, and it would never be noticed. People married in Vegas, people divorced in Vegas, they got knocked up, drunk, laid, and killed in petty fights. Every possible thing that could ever happen in a town happened to Vegas. She knew that from being raised in Reno. It was near Vegas, and she'd visited often in her teen years. Hell, she'd had her sixteenth birthday in Vegas and had a great time playing stupid childish games like Truth and Dare or Spin the Bottle. After all, the old saying that 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' seemed to apply ninety-nine percent of the time. And that was a rather hefty, reassuring percent. So, the little heist she wanted to pull off wouldn't be a problem. "They're one of the things I hate. That little b***h Lacey or Lucy or whatever tops the list, but pervs are up there too." Judith added pleasantly, giving a small smile, only this time genuine. Venting made her happy. Sometimes having a touch of bipolar didn't seem so bad.



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[jalapeno smoothie]

⌊TristianAugustusCooper⌉

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX» I make people believe something is real
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX» when they know perfectly well
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX »it isn't

Vegas, the city that could make you wildest dreams come true just to pull you back down to Earth. Unlike most people Tristian didn't actually mind waking up before noon. Clad in only a towel wrapped around his waist, the twenty-seven year old leaned against the railing of the balcony attached to the hotel room he was currently occupying. He could see the casinos from where he stood and watched as the smoke from his cigarette seemed to dance around their frames. He knew that later he'd be working his magic on some of the inhabitants of one of the many casinos he was currently staring out at. It had been quite a night the previous evening but he was accostomed to far longer nights. He had learned that lonely girls in late night diners who hated dealing with annoying customers just wanted to get off their feet and onto their backs when charmed enough. Usually Tristian didn't do this kind of thing but the girl had just been so hopeless, like a little puppy. He had informed her, of course, that what was to happen between them was a one night thing. After all it wasn't like Tristian was looking for love or anything. So he waited until the raven-haired girl's shift ended before he swooped in like her personal prince charming. In reality he was anything but a prince charming. He had a knack for turning the charm on but it never quite stuck unless he always tried. Basically, he didn't exactly try his best to go around and make friends with every single person he met.

"I'm leaving." Tristian stood up as the girl he'd given some hope to the previous night appeared at the door to the balcony. He finished off the cigarette in between his fingers, putting it out on the railing. "Okay." he semi-shrugged, not really knowing what else to say. However, it appeared as if the girl was expecting more, maybe even expecting him to tell her to stay so that they could order room service and have a grand time. She approached him, kissing him before he could tell her to leave. Really, there was no need for her any more. It was the morning and though he was awake enough to walk around and all he was not awake enough to have sex or anything close to it. For a good three minutes though he found his mouth participating in a war of dominance with this woman from the previous night. Finally though when she began to reach towards his towel, Tristian gently pushed her away. "Doll, I told you it was a one time thing. Not one time plus a quickie in the morning. I think it's best that you be on your way." he spoke lazily, leaning against the railing once more. Then she slapped him across the face as if he'd done something wrong. Something inside of him snapped at that moment as he was quickly directing her towards the door, anger etched across his face. "Stop being so immature. You should be glad that I even slept with you." he threw open the door, leading her out as he did so. "Oh and look up the meaning of one night stand will you?" he rolled his eyes as he shut the door in her face. It wasn't the nicest thing to do but Tristian wasn't the nicest guy. Plus she shouldn't have slapped him because it really was unnecessary. What was he supposed to say; oh baby lets spend the rest of our lives together. No way was Tristian going to treat this girl like a complete princess when he barely even knew her. Hell, he couldn't even remember her name.

Shutting the door behind the girl, Tristian made sure to lock it as he passed the full length mirror that had been strategically placed so that it reflected the smallest part of the hotel room. He sat down on the edge of the bed, contemplating what to do next. He could always go and get some breakfast but then again he might end up doing so just to get yelled at when he came back for not telling anyone in the gang where he was going. It didn't help that none of them really liked him either. Though they hated to admit it, and he knew they did, Tristian was in fact more than a useless human being. Running a hand through the nest of brown hair that sat atop his head, Tristian finally decided to get dressed and quickly grab something to eat down in the little breakfast area. He removed the towel from his waist, folding it up neatly and placing it on the edge of his bed. Tristian slid on a pair of boxer briefs along with a pair of black jeans. Unlike some guys he knew Tristian didn't much approve of the pants hanging off of one's a** trend that seemed to populate children and adults alike. He didn't understand why someone his age would want to wear their clothing like that. Then again Tristian had always made it a point to dress nicely no matter the occasion. A white button up shirt graced his body next which Tristian only partially buttoned towards the top. Next was a black vest that he didn't bother to button up. When he'd first begun to dress nicely it was because he really cared about how he looked. Of course he still cared but it had become more of a routine than anything. Sometimes he wore t-shirts but most of the time he found himself slipping his arms through a nice button up shirt or a nice jacket.

When Tristian was finally dressed he began to make his way down to the main floor of the hotel where he knew the food would be. Hopefully his little one-night stand wouldn't be lingering around looking for an explanation for his actions that morning. It had happened to him once or twice before but he managed to handle it. The girls just seemed to hate him about ten times more afterwards. He didn't know why they expected him to be this nice, sweet guy. Tristian wasn't one of those guys who slept with a girl than expected a relationship out of it. What happens in the sheets between him and his partners was purely physical. Fortunately most women understood the concept of a one night stand. It was mostly the college girls who just didn't seem to understand it. It must have been Tristian's lucky day though because there wasn't a single person in the hall as he exited his room, making sure he had his phone, wallet, and room key as he shut the door. Tristian walked towards the elevator, haulting as he arrived in front of hte doors. As they opened he stepped in to the compartment that had four other other people in it. It was a family and by the looks of it the children didn't seem to be enjoying themselves. The parents were bickering about something, it sounded like they were talking about what they were going to do that day. A young boy, maybe fifteen, was busy playing his Nintendo DS and his sister, who appeared to be a bit older, was standing with her arms crossed. "Good morning. Heading to the lobby as well?" he smiled politely at the girl, sizing the family up. He figured that the children alone must have at least twenty dollars in their front pockets. The girl nodded silently, smiling.

As Tristian walked out behind the family he contemplated trying to get some money out of them. As he was about to make his first move though he received a text, his phone sending out a soft tone. Tristian rolled his eyes, just a little annoyed that he'd just inadvertently drawn attention to himself. What made it worse was that the text was from Maisy. There was just something about the older woman that annoyed him though he was sure that there was "just something" about himself that annoyed her as well. He knew for a fact that she didn't much trust him nor view him as much of a contributing member but he really thought she needed to get over it. Tristian had skills and that was that. He didn't know why they all wanted to force this gang thing to be some sort of disfunctional family. After all Tristian had never been much of a family guy. Annoyed, the twenty-seven year old made his way towards the area where the food was, not bothering to replay to Maisy. She probably didn't want a reply either, just wanted him to be in the conference room. Tristian eventually sat down at a table in the far corner of the room with his muffins and juice. He surveyed the people sitting around, tired and talking. Some were concentrating on the news station playing before their eyes on the television in the room while others were simply looking at maps or discussing the day's agenda. They all made easy targets of course. Tristian could easily accidently spill his drink on one of them and start the whole process of conning them into giving him some money. However he wasn't much in the mood to make some easy money. Plus he didn't know how long it would take and if he didn't arrive in the conference room at a reasonable time Maisy might try to take his head off or something with one of the (the specialist)'s play things.

After a few minutes Tristian was slowly walking to the front desk, brushing some muffin crumbs from the front of his shirt. He approached the girl at the desk, rolling his sleeves up. He found it more convincing when trying to get information or anything really, out of someone when he looked busy. It was one of those things that had become yet another habit. The girl looked bored and stared aimlessly out the doors just behind Tristian. He leaned upon the counter, grinning as he watched the girl stare past him. After a few seconds though he moved his head directly into her field of vision. "Sorry to interupt your staring contest with the door but could you point me in the direction of conference room 14?" he smiled warmly. "What? Oh 14!" the brunette came back down to earth, not seeming too dissapointed that it was Tristian who pulled her away from her day dreams. He grinned, taking a sheet of paper from a notepad with the hotel's name on it. As she told him where the conference room was he pretended to listen but instead wrote his name on the paper. "Tristian Cooper" was scrawled upon the paper in elegant cursive as he thanked the girl. "Beautiful girls like you should never look so miserable. Hope to see you again soon miss." leaning over the counter Tristian tucked the piece of paper into the front pocket of the little jacket she was wearing. Sometimes it was just too easy to get someone's attention.

Thankfully someone other than Maisy was currently inhabiting conference room number fourteen as Tristian approached the door. He could hear Judith's voice in the silent hallway as if she was in the same room. Quietly, probably too quietly for anyone's comfort, Tristian slipped in. "Pervs? You wouldn't be referring to anyone I know would you?" he smiled, taking a seat at the table. The only person missing was (the specialist) now. He merely nodded to Maisy feeling that it would be far too nice of him to strike up a conversation with the girl. "I think I've spent enough of the morning discussing sexual excursions though Judith. Apparently girls don't appreciate one night stands anymore. Who knew?" he lifted his feet to the table, spreading out and relaxing.

OOC;; this post= failsauce.

[cyloncenturion --]

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -THE POLICE LIAISON- - -
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- - -☞ - you made me throw it all away. my morals left to decay.
- - - - -☞ - how many you betray. you've taken everything.
- - - - - - -☞ - terrible lie. my head is filled with disease.my skin is begging you
- - - - - - - - -☞ - please i'm on my hands and knees. i want so much to believe.
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As of right now, things were going great. No, as of right now, things were just going perfect. The little run in from a couple of minutes before with Spinner had been avoided completely and now, all that Derrick and the alcoholic had to do was to forget about it. It wasn’t a big deal, but Spinner was quite the hothead and Derrick, even though he was both calm and collected, he always wanted Spinner to learn some sort of lesson. By lesson, Derrick wanted Spinner to find out that he definitely needed to quit drinking and show himself as the alpha male of the group, not like an irresponsible git who needed to be taken care of by every single person in gang. But then again, it would be difficult to anyone else to take the spot seeing as though they had rather small flaws that could harm the gang lately. Yes, Spinner drunk a lot, but that didn’t take much of his power and his actions much. Then the two other girls, well, they had flaws that could definitely harm the rest of them all. Derrick wasn’t being sexist when he thought of things this way, but he was only trying to be logical. For example, if Lottie was to take the post of alpha female of the group--the leader--let’s just say that things would be too out of control. Not only is she a little careless when it comes to things, but she tends to get a bit spacey when she’s feeling happy. Not that this was a bad thing, but just not the great thing for someone who wanted to be a leader. And then there was Abbie; the girl was great, seriously, but she had love for only one thing that surrounded her; her toys. If there was anything that she would leave the gang for, it would be her toys that she tends to more than herself. So someone like that definitely was not a good candidate for the role of leader. And then there is Derrick, who is in the toughest position of them all. As much as he want to become leader, and probably the one with the most leader characteristics, he couldn’t because of his “job,” his real job…

The forgetting was starting to take place as he and Lottie situated themselves in the pool area. Here, it was time to relax. There was no thinking of plans and no thinking of ways to take down anyone who came in their way. Even if this would happen for a short period of time, Derrick had to enjoy and make sure that Lottie enjoys her time in this area as well. He wanted everyone in the group to have a certain amount of fun; he wanted all of them to forget that they are gang members and that they could still have actual fun. Because the fun that they were all having now, including Derrick, was rush, adrenaline and badass-ness. Even though that fun was greatly appreciated and most definitely needed, Derrick wanted them to remember what having real fun was like; the one that makes you giggle, laugh and smile and probably make you remember a certain moment forever. That was a nice moment and Derrick would love it if they all felt the same way about it. OF course, there would be minor complications with that plan because Derrick was sure that they would all feel weirded out by the idea. All of them were used to this rush and letting something else take place in their lives would just be plain weird. So for now, things had to be done in small steps, baby steps, because as long as Derrick remain with them, he would make them have fun. Even if that meant taking them on the tallest rollercoaster around. That would be nice, actually, it would definitely take their minds off the great heist that’s about to take place. The one that they were not really prepared for. The one plan that all four of them were ready to embark on. Every time the conversation came up about the casino, the level of excitement could be heard in everyone’s voices. It wasn’t like the voice of a kid in a candy store, no, it was definitely more than that; this feeling that they all had was pretty much indescribable.


“Ten bucks says it that Spinner doesn't even have a plan for the casino yet. … No. Make it twenty, I'm really sure on this.”

Derrick couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as he heard Lottie say this. The girl was right, as good as Spinner sometimes was at being a leader, he had to go with her one this one. Something told him--and apparently the same thing was telling Lottie some like--that Spinner hadn’t even begun to think of this anticipated plan. Derrick hoped that he was going over things in his head and not sharing them yet because he wanted to make sure it was safe. Yeah, that seemed like a great thing to go over in your head. But Derrick didn’t want to sound optimistic just yet. He didn’t want to be hopeful and then find out that they are just going to wing the robbery, where thousands of things could go terribly, horribly, wrong. For now, Derrick--and the rest of them all--had no choice butt o do that. Either that, or they could go head and start planning on their own and leave Spinner behind. Oh god, the things that Spinner would do to them if he ever caught them. The guy had a short temper and if he indeed caught the three of them plotting behind his back, all hell would break lose and then some. Remembering that he hadn’t answered the girl’s statement, he looked at her and said, “I’ll double that, we’re in Vegas after all; no pain no gain. Besides, this is spinner we’re talking about here, does he ever have a plan?” He smiled and decided that talking about Spinner after the eventful running from this morning (which really showed how ungrateful Spinner really was), was not a good idea. The last thing he wanted was to have to pop the guy on the jaw. A fight with the alpha male was a big no-no, even in gangs, but hey, they sometimes happened. And if this one happened, let’s just call it an “unavoidable” fight.


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“What would you have done Charlotte Cortez?” He started, a playful smile forming on his lips as the water moved around them, “Seriously? What would you do to me? And you make me laugh, love me? I didn’t think the word ‘love’ existed in the dictionary…” He laughed and stood there, swaying his arms and watching as the water below consumed the waves that both of them were starting to make. When she punched him in the arm, he couldn’t help but just stare at her with a blank face. For a while, he stood there, making it seem as though he was waiting for something to happen. “Wait, what happened? Did you just punch me? Oh sorry, my nonexistent ten year-old nephew could punch harder than that.” He let out a loud laughter and moved away from Lottie for fear that she might take the fake fight for a longer period of time. Something that Derrick could go for, but seriously, after being around Spinner for such a long time, fake violence was the last thing he wanted. He smiled at Lottie and looked around, then noticing the two people that were making their way to the pool. Well, the nice moment the two of them were having was pretty much ruined already. Not that it wasn’t going to be nice with Abbie there, but Spinner had made himself present on the scene, thus bringing down the mood to another level. Besides, Derrick was sure that him and Lottie had more chances of being together later on; not that he was looking forward to it in any way possible but still, she made him have fun and that was all he wanted. Lottie was definitely a good person and she probably didn’t deserve being in a gang, no one that nice deserved to. But then again, little was known about her past and Derrick couldn’t really judge why she was here. All that Derrick was aware of now was that she would be the one that would make him forget that he was a cop and that he had a mission, and he wanted to make every single moment that was like that last. That would be rare, though, seeing as though they were both surrounded by the devil himself; the walking curse--does he really need a name?

Derrick laughed once again at Charlotte’s attempt to bring the group together. Seriously, did she even try to be funny of did thins just randomly come out of her mouth? Whatever it was, Derrick was sure that the girl knew how to make him laugh and that was definitely a good thing. Why did he laugh? Well, seriously, just try imagining Spinner trying to play Marco Polo? The mental image was just too great to pass out. So at this moment, Derrick was laughing out of mockery rather than out of pure amusement by her question. But now that he thought about it carefully, it would be rather nice to go back more than eighteen years into the past and revisit his childhood by playing the game. Even though that would seriously ruin his reputation as a badass gang member. Not that he cared, but he wanted to be looked as a badass in other people’s eyes. Derrick wasn’t surprised at all when Spinner rejected Lottie’s request. Something told Derrick that the alcoholic wasn’t a good swimmer or didn’t like water, period. “What are you, scared?” Derrick said, a grin forming in his lips. He didn’t want that to come out as him making fun of Spinner, but hey, it was definitely too late to take it back, so he might as well own what he had said. Besides, he should’ve seen that one coming. Today was one of those days where they kept going back and forth until one of them finally won the day’s battle. Who knows how long they would bicker at each other this particular day. It had already started a couple of hours ago, might as well keep going and never give up…as corny as that sounded. In any case, Spinner had just asked Derrick to step up there (and say that to his face?). Whatever it was that he had said, Derrick didn’t care, he walked out of the pool, battling with the heavy water, and stepped out; facing Spinner. Why had he just done that? Was it his instincts? Or was it to show him that there was no way that he was scared of him? It was probably the latter seeing as though Derrick always wanted to prove a point. This point, however, was one that he should’ve let go and never tried to prove.

Smiling like an idiot, he glanced sideways at Lottie, letting her know that things would be okay. That was another mistake because as soon as he looked back at Spinner, he saw the guy’s fist zoom towards him, catching him right on the lip. [********] Derrick thought, going for the guy’s waist and tumbling both of them to the ground; he was more than sure that the fall hurt Spinner, but the guy was tough, so who knows…While on the ground, Derrick kept repeatedly punching Spinner on the wrist, making sure that each and every one of those blows landed right where it hurt. It was soon before long, however, when they landed in the pool, no battling a third and heavier person. Derrick tried punching the guy more, but the water was too heavy and thus prevented him from doing any more damage. He did, however, managed to hold Spinner’s head under the water for a couple of seconds before he resurfaced because of the lack of oxygen. “Oh my god, Derrick, are you okay?” He heard a voice say, then he was being pulled out of the water by Lottie, away from the scene of the crime. Derrick hadn’t realized he was bleeding, but as soon as he stepped out of the pool, he started feeling a stinging sensation on the corner of his mouth. After all, he had been punched on the side of his face, he hoped that Spinner had at least given the douche bag a black eye or a broken rib…“I’m out of here. You all will be lucky if you see me around again. Lottie…” he couldn’t even say anything to her…He pulled on his clothes and then walked off, finally out of the gang and out of all the trouble that it had caused. But now, what was he to do? Where was he to go? There wasn’t much he could do since he really didn’t have a home, money or job really. This was his job and he had given it up…s**t, what the ******** had he just done? Derrick wasn’t sure what, but he couldn’t go back. Either he would find a new gang to investigate or he would come back to this one when Spinner was out of it…This was definitely the last straw; Derrick just couldn’t deal with the guy’s bullshit anymore…


[_OOC_] s**t, this is the only BAD post y'all
will ever see. ARGH!! this is nasty.

[Namkitty7]

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Sitting there reminded Emmy of her days back in school. Kind of like a teacher and student conversation, or perhaps one she would have with her parents. As soon as their words entered one ear, it went out the other. Quite similar to what Lacey's words were doing at the moment. Her comments of "lightening up," were left unanswered and the dark haired girl simply sent her an uninterested look. She was even tempted to yawn. However, Emma didn't know what the woman was talking about. She didn't need to lighten up one bit. Em was already as 'lightened up' as could be, if she were any lighter she would be brighter than a bulb-- Or something along those lines. As of then, the cleaner was having a rather good day. It had just started, though. Chances were, some sort of event would cause a disruption.

Emma could only stare at Lacey as she made her way over to her. She had a feeling the girl was going to do something unnecessary or ridiculous, but she decided just to wait and see. Perhaps if she was lucky, she would be able to escape with a scolding or some words of disapproval. However, the actions that did take place weren't the most pleasant. Emmy didn't move, nor did she fidget at the naturally assumed uncomfort the other female was bringing her. "Just because you're the leader, doesn't give you the right to touch my face." Emma spoke, her words stated bluntly and without fear of her opposition. Lifting the hands that were once placed neatly on her lap, she gripped onto both of the diva's wrists. Even if she was payed with the highest amount of money she would not recite the words Lacey was telling her to. Instead, she twisted the female's arms away from her. Standing up as she did so, Em forced the woman to step back. She didn't care how she did it, she just wanted space between them. Why must she invade everyones bubble? Emma knew she would be hurting the girl, but in her point of view, the diva had brought it upon herself. The dark haired girl would never go as far as to fatally wound her leader, but she needed to inflict some form of injury when a line was crossed. A line had definitely been crossed. "I don't like to be touched." Although a normal person would give off some form of angered vibe, Emma did no such thing. Her words still held no emotion, and her eyes could only stare blankly at the female. She could only find it a surprise that the other members in the group could handle Lacey's obnoxious behavior.

Although she hadn't been paying attention to the words slipping past Owen's mouth, Em wasn't too pleased when the male decided to interject. Chances were, if he had done nothing at all, the little quarrel she was having with Lacey would have been over within a few moments. As he tried to help Lacey out of the cleaners grasp-- He did touch her again. Hadn't she just told him not to touch her? Even if it was just a brush of the skin, Emma didn't make empty threats. No matter what happened, the newbie just didn't seem to learn. Ignoring his attempts at pacifism, Emma released her leader. However, her next move would only heighten the situations intensity. Balling her hand into a fist, she brought it back only to strike Owen in the eye. That's going to leave a bruise.. She thought to herself, as her attention turned elsewhere. She wasn't all that interested in the situation as it was, and the fact that Owen was on the floor-- Clearly in pain, didn't seem to make her anymore interested. The fact that he had toppled over a seat just seemed to be a bonus. When his comment about her knuckles being like knives fell upon her ears, she couldn't help herself from examining her hand. Her silver orbs running across her skin, which seemed to be unaffected by the whole situation. There were a few light scars that ran across her knuckles, but none of them were exactly noticeable unless looked at. After all, she was the cleaner. The cleaner had to be an experienced when it came to hand to hand combat if she was to do her job. How else would she dispose of someone who decided to struggle rather than submit to their fate?

The fact that Emma became a tad distracted seemed to be the perfect opening for Lacey to get even with her. Before the cleaner knew it, a large pillow was heading in her direction. As soon as she took notice of it, it had already come to smack her straight in the face. The force from the fabric caused her to land back in her seat. However, it didn't just stop there. It seemed Lacey was angry, and proceeded to smother the dark haired girl. Emma should've known that was coming. Lacey was like a little kid, after all. If she didn't get her back now, she would end up getting her back later. The few words that did escape her lips were muffled, and rather than struggling helplessly she was able to grab a hold of Lacey's arm. Nothing seemed to come of it, though. Within moments of the incident it seemed Stirling had decided to intervene and pull the red head way before the two girls killed one another. Once the weight of the other female was away from her, Emma pushed the pillow off her face. Her face had become flushed with the lack of suitable air, and she could only throw a glare in the direction of the leader. As she took in a deep breath, Em was unable to restrain her tongue. "SOMEONE didn't get laid tonight." As she spoke, she began straightening out her clothes and gathering her composure once again. Allowing a hand to pat down her hair, she did her best to make it seem as if a woman hadn't attacked her with a pillow. However, there wasn't a mirror set before and she could only do so much. After a moment, she was able to shrug it off and consider her appearance to be decent enough to leave alone. Her words may not have been true, but chances were-- Lacey wasn't going to admit to sleeping with Stirling in front of her and Owen.

Although the little battle had ended between Emma and Lacey, it seemed as if Lacey wasn't quite done. She escaped Stirling's grasp, and marched straight over to Owen. The boy had recovered a bit, and stood up, but he was still whining about the pain. He seemed to be a bit intimidated by Lacey's sudden appearance, and her words didn't add any form of comfort. "OH MY ******** GOD, OWEN. FIGHT BACK AND PROTECT YOUR MANCARD." It seemed the male hadn't only been punched in the face, but now he was receiving a scolding. It seemed to be quite a humorous sight, but there wasn't any laughter heard from Emmy. She could only watch the scene. As if Owen would have the slightest chance against her. She could snap him like a twig without a seconds notice. She could just see it now, the little pacifist standing there trying to stutter his way through a sentence, explaining how violence is wrong-- Only to get his a** kicked. Pathetic. As soon as she thought such a scenario, Owen's predictable answer entered the room. "No, I'm not the instigator here! I shouldn't have to." With that said and done, he made his way over to the kitchen in an attempt to fix his face. Only way that swelling will go down is if he has a steak in his freezer.. Chances were, he didn't, even in such a fancy room. However, Lacey kept babbling on with her words, and Emma wasn't interested in hearing them-- At least, not the ones that were completely off topic.

Turning her head towards Stirling, Emma finally spoke up again. "Aren't you going to do something?" She expected him to jump in and shut the woman's mouth with his oh, so charming personality. He seemed to have a knack for it, after all. Glancing down at her watch, she could see time was just flying by and nothing productive had been done. "I didn't come here for this." She muttered to herself. Even the cleaner had better things to do than bicker with her gang members. She hadn't even eaten anything yet, and her appetite was rising with every passing second. I would kill for a muffin.. The thoughts about food gave her more reason to ignore whatever was going on in the room. Perhaps, after their little "meeting" she would go and hunt for something sweet. The last thing she would do was eat something from the fridge in the room she currently resided in-- For one, she wasn't that desperate for food. Two, it was Owen's. She wanted nothing to do with him, more or less mooch off his things. However, it would have been a different story if her stomach was grumbling. She had a pretty decent sized dinner the night before, so Em knew there was nothing to worry about. Shifting in her seat, she decided to throw in another string of words. "I thought we had more important things to do." She could only wonder what they had been doing before she got there. If they weren't productive now, she could only doubt they were productive before. Regardless, if it was going to continue on, she was more than ready to leave.

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" driving is my b***h "

Watching Spinner trudge out of the pool, Lottie didn't expect him to be much friendly either. You don't just get in a fight with somebody, fall into a pool, and then go all, "Hey man, that was totally cool." No. Charlotte was going to have to guess that the male was pretty pissed off, after all, nobody appreciated being in a fight and then end up in a pool, all drenched and what not. And with Spinner, it was anger times ten. You couldn't just beat an alcoholic... just didn't work that way, especially not with Spinner's hardass attitude. Lottie wasn't surprised when Spinner didn't exactly grin and beam and greet everybody, but she was pretty shocked to see him push past them so easily, like it wasn't hard. What? Was he leaving? Was he quitting? Charlotte had no idea what kind of stupid ideas were running through his head right now. He was seriously leave? This was it? No... it was just all a misunderstanding, right? Yeah, that had to be it. Spinner wasn't like that; he wouldn't walk out on his gang without a good reason. And getting into a fight with Derrick was not a good, valid, legit reason to ditch your "family". If Spinner was walking out and never planning on coming back, then he had one thing coming for him. Charlotte would not let him leave them, not just like that. "Wait, so, what, Spinner? You're leaving? Just like that?" she called after him, her compassionate side dying just a bit. Sure, he deserved sympathy and pity and what not, but still... maybe Lottie was just paranoid that he was going to leave so therefore she had became slightly bitter. He's probably just mad and needs his own space. That was probably it, so it probably would have been better if Lottie hadn't said anything after Spinner at all. It didn't look like he cared much, anyways, he looked pretty eager to get away. Get away from everybody-- Abbie, Lottie, but most of all Derrick. How could Charlotte blame him, though? The guy tackled him into the pool, although Derrick had a talent for doing that seeing as he did it with Lottie as well, it was just water and it wasn't like you were going to die from it. Perhaps Spinner was over-exaggerating.

Turning her attention back to whatever was left of the gang, Lottie made a face. Hopefully, this whole "I-Hate-You" thing will pass by in no time. I mean, It wasn't like the first time Derrick and Spinner didn't agree with each other... as odd as it seemed. Maybe it was Spinner's alpha-male position and Derrick's love of pissing him off that made them so tense with each other... but they were suppose to be a gang. A big family. And yet, there were still fights and arguments flying through the air. "Does it hurt?" Charlotte asked Derrick gently and quietly, so quiet he probably didn't even hear her. And he didn't. Instead of answering her, Derrick announced that he was gone. Out. Away. Like Spinner... only this time he had made it specific that he was leaving. With Spinner, whether he was return or not was still a mystery. But Derrick, he had made it clear that "they would be lucky if they ever saw him again". That meant, unless Lottie wasn't as smart as she thought she was and had misunderstood, he wasn't ever planning to come back. Chances were, the reasons for that was because of Spinner. However, Derrick couldn't leave because of Spinner. The guy should already know by now that the leader tended to have an irritating attitude and his love for kicking anybody who opposed him's a** wasn't all that helping, either. Still... Derrick should have been used to it. Lottie was. "No, Derrick, wait..." she pleaded weakly, watching as he mustered his things together and began walking off. No, no, no. This was not happening. Not in the middle of some cheap motel in Las Vegas. This should be happening to some other idiot gang, like Lacey's or Judith's. But not Spinner's, his gang was too good to break up. Although it wasn't clarified that Spinner had left, things would be completely different with Derrick. They had managed without the male before but that didn't mean they could do it again. Lottie knew she wouldn't be able to. While she loved hanging out with Abbie, sometimes the only male she felt like she could really talk to was Derrick. Spinner would probably just laugh in her face about her problems and tell her to keep her eyes on the road. With Derrick, it was completely different. It was like he had another life somewhere; like he understood.

Everybody was gone now, though. Lottie stood alone, nearby the pool, still wet from Derrick forcing her into the water. Abbie had ran off to get some medical supplies, probably not expecting Spinner to just leave like that and definitely not Derrick to walk out. She would have figured he'd sit down and fume... but quitting? Wasn't that a bit over the top? Charlotte knew that Derrick loved Spinner somewhere... deep down in there... somewhere... very, very deep down. Still. Love for him still existed and that was all that matters. Right about now, she had no idea what she was going to do. She knew one thing for sure that she was going to have to wait, give time, and allow Spinner to cool off. Once he was done being all angry and what not, he'd soon come back and realize that the little fight he just had with Derrick was nothing. Lottie was a very optimistic person, after all, and she had plenty of hope that this was just a little tantrum both parties were throwing. Yes, that was it. If only she could find either one of them and talk to them, then maybe she could fix everything. Out of the two of them, Derrick was most definitely the easier one to persuade, to talk to. If Lottie even tried to convince Spinner to do anything he was against, he'd probably rip her head off and tell her to get lost or something. At least with Derrick, she had faith in him that he'd be considerate enough to listen. Turning her head to where the "former" gang member had left, Charlotte began heading towards that way after grabbing her purse-- the only thing that wasn't soaked. Although she was pretty much still drenched, she didn't care, her number one priority was getting this gang back together. This was just something stupid that would pass by soon. They'd successfully rob the casino, drive away, and be a happy little group again. Abbie was busy gathering some mediccal supplies, Spinner was the most pissed off he had ever been in a while, and Derrick had just quit. Lottie felt like everything was in her hands, whether or not she pleaded for Derrick to reconsider his quitting would decide the fate of the gang.

Running to where Derrick had disappeared off towards, Charlotte didn't want to waste a single minute. A minute was enough time for Derrick to call a cab and get in, then go off to wherever he wanted to. Far, far, far away. Away from Charlotte, Abbie, and Spinner. "Derrick!!" Lottie shouted, pushing her wet hair behind her as she continued to pick up her pace. "Derrick?" her voice cracked a little bit; like she was nervous that she had waited too long before going after the male. Just as fast as her heart had seemed to sink, it rose again. There Derrick was, walking off, at a slower speed than she had imagined. He still looked angry about the little fight, then again, a few minutes wasn't good enough to cool off. Still, he was still here, not gone yet. Hopefully, if Charlotte sucked up long enough and talked him into coming back, everything would be okay. He'd rejoin, or rather, not leave, then Spinner would apologize for punching him in the face and they'd be one big family. "Derrick!" Lottie shouted, hurrying towards him as he turned around and stopped. He looked impatient, or just still irritated, but Lottie had felt accomplished to find him. At least he wasn't Spinner. If Lottie went after Spinner and had stopped him like he'd probably just ignore her and walk by. That was a very Spinner-like thing to do after all. "Derrick..." Lottie began as she finally managed to get close enough to him, standing only a few inches away. "You can't leave! That's the dumbest mistake you're ever going to make." She blurted out, not even sugar coating her words. "You need us." Okay, so that wasn't exactly how it really was. Maybe it was the other way around, and she might as well admit it. "Fine. We need you. Abbie needs you, I need you... and even Spinner needs you. I mean, think about it. Without you, he'd be doing his stupid things, right? But you're always there to help him, we might not say it often but you're a big part of this gang. Without you we're not the same." Lottie mentally smacked herself. Ugh! How cheesy was that? 'We need you, without you we're not the same.' she thought, wanting to roll her eyes but then that would make her look bad in front of Derrick.

The boy still looked rather uneasy, like he was still debating her words, and that was alright. If he needed some time to think, she'd give him time. But she wasn't letting him out of her sight. The last thing Charlotte wanted was for him to finally decide that he wanted out and then leave without a goodbye. Ohhh no. Nobody was leaving without a goodbye, in fact, nobody was leaving at all. Lottie knew Derrick, if he said no the first time she'd bug him until he said yes eventually. He wasn't like Spinner, who if he said no, that was the final answer. Nah, with Derrick, he was easier to persuade, easier to convince to stay. "Just think about it, okay? Let's go upstairs, take a walk outside, and just let off all that anger, okay? You know that Spinner's just being an idiot and didn't mean to hit you. He loves you." And Spinner would probably kill Charlotte for saying that. Most likely. Lottie grabbed Derrick's arm, leading him back upstairs. As they got to their room, Lottie yanked out a random shirt and another pair of jeans, wanting to get out of her drenched outfit. She quickly changed in the bathroom, not wanting to give Derrick enough time to escape her. As she emerged from the bathroom, she was careful not to knock anything of Abbie's over. Once again, the both of them, Derrick and Charlotte, began to head back outside, with Derrick mainly silent, like he was thinking or something. "You know, if you want to tell me something, you can." Lottie promised, ushering him out of the cheap motel and onto the sidewalk. She felt like she should talk to him, but she wasn't sure on what subject. If she reminded him of the gang too much he might think just about his rage towards Spinner and then explode and say he was leaving. For sure. Then again, as much as the two spent time bonding, Lottie still knew very little about him. Derrick always had kept to himself, and nobody dared ask him about his past for some reason. Maybe it was that mysterious vibe he gave off that made everybody back off when they considered asking him about his past. "You know, you should tell me about yourself." Charlotte slaughtered the silence, and while awaiting for his response she saw something. Or rather someone.

"Spinner!" Charlotte cried out in surprise. Well, this was convenient. There were two options for Lottie right about now. She could either pretend like she didn't care about Spinner's presence and then continue walking on... or she could try and get the two of them to talk again. Maybe the first one would be the smartest thing to do, seeing as Spinner wasn't exactly an easy thing to approach whenever he was pissed off from a morning of being woken up while poked, having his alcohol stolen, and finally getting into a fight then getting pretty soaked. However, if she just walked by Spinner like that, just ignored him like that, then maybe the two men would never get their problem resolved. Right now, she had to play the role of a conflict manager. She had to make the two men talk it out, make them become friends again. Grabbing onto Derrick's arm, Lottie hurried to Spinner before he could turn around and run away. The girl grabbed Spinner's arm as well, dragging him towards her. He looked angry, like he didn't like being touched, but too bad. "You two should talk." Perhaps bringing the two enemies so close to each other wasn't a safe thing to do, but if she were to grant them distance away then she might not be able to yank them back in here if they tried leaving. And nobody was getting away until they resolved everything. "Spinner, you know that Derrick wants to leave?" She asked, as if trying to hint Spinner into talking the male to not leave the little gang. They were too good to be broken up. "And you know, you two should just apologize to each other now. This is something really stupid. You two aren't meant to be fighting." Charlotte lectured. "We're one big family, now, aren't we? We love each other. And yes, Spinner, even you love us." Lottie then sighed. Maybe this pep talk wasn't exactly a good one, but hopefully it'd loosen them up. "Now, everybody, let's get into a big group hug." The girl snaked her arm behind Spinner and Derrick, then pushed them towards each other, hugging them in the process.

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Rose finally did appear. Which was good. He really was amazed that a girl like Lacey was able to capture his attention when the female equivalent of him was entering the room. Rose was interesting to say the least. She really wasn’t much of a people person and Stirling understood that. He understood most things about the raven haired beauty. Not all but most. So why did the stunning redhead win over the striking raven? He wasn’t too sure. It had to be made up of all these little things. Rose, with all her magnetism, was a little on the cold side. Nothing he wasn’t use to for gang related activities and in all honesty Stirling believed that he liked that in a female. Apparently that wasn’t the case. She was calculating, got the job done and all in all managed to not make Stirling want to kill himself on a daily basis. They worked together well when they were on a project and Rose saw no need for incessant chatter. Something Stirling loved about her and hated about Lacey. That woman got his riled up. Annoyed the living hell out of him and then some. If he wasn’t a stronger male Stirling was sure to have gone insane listening to that voice of hers grind its way into him temples and slowly gnaw on the outer edges of his brain. She was showy, cocky, underestimated him on more than one occasion, a b***h, felt the need to verbally harass him at every turn, pushy, demanding and oh so sexy. He couldn’t help it. Maybe this was one of the reasons he was such a good interrogator. Stirling himself was a glutton for punishment.

The dark haired man didn’t have much time after Rose entered to think about ways to blame the kidnapping on a member of Judith’s group. Rose’s appearance managed to cause some commotion. None of it was his fault so for a moment or seven Stirling decided to just sit there and watch as Rose took control. Owen was still a baby in his game and really shouldn’t have tried to touch the woman. Not a soul was able to touch Rose. Stirling only got away with it on the odd occasion for undercover purposes and because of his particular set of skills. His reaction time was faster than that of either Lacey’s or Owen’s. It was the only thing that kept him from having several bruises on his body from the cleaner. Granted he had received a black eye or two. Something Lacey had managed to rub in his face and Owen winced while looking at it. Owen was currently in an amount of pain and Lacey was about to receive part of Rose’s wrath also. You would think that they would know by now. Not everything you think is true however. Still Stirling sat back and watched it all unfold. The hitting, the punching, Rose taking it easy on Lacey. He wouldn’t interfere unless it was really needed. Sometimes talking things through didn’t work. Sometimes violence was the answer. Screw what you’re parents mentioned on the subject.

While Rose was taking it easy on Lacey, the redhead was getting riled up and needed to be stopped before Rose decided to snap and put a bit more effort into it. Lacey was the leader yes but that didn’t mean that one could rule out any kind of mutiny. It could happen. Besides Lacey wasn’t much of a fighter anyway. She was more of the distraction, the bait or the woman who stood there and looked pretty. That was Lacey’s job. Oh and the planning. He left that up to her also. Stirling was quite happy to sit back and take orders… most of the time. As long as he got some of the action. Lacey was trying to get in on it and act the tough part. She had jumped onto Rose in a position that Stirling would have found erotic at any other time. Smiling a little at the image Stirling felt a twitch. Maybe not ANY other time. Standing and ignoring the failing limbs Stirling took a hold of Lacey and hulled her off of Rose. At this point he did need to step in. Rose would stay in one place, more or less, if he broke up the fight. So not only was it logical to take away Lacey and restrain her, she also happened to be on top. One of the more favoured positions of hers…

"SOMEONE didn't get laid tonight." Oh how wrong Rose was. Not that he would admit such a thing. Lacey was after all an odd choice for him. While their relationship was an interesting one. A mix of love and hate. Not that he would ever admit to the love aspect of it. It was a relationship none the less. One the two of them didn’t seem to be hiding too well. Then again how fun was it really to embarrass Lacey if their relationship was a total secret? The men in the corroder earlier had managed to get an eye full while Stirling had had fun at Lacey’s expense. She would get her on back eventually. She always did. He held his lover with her hands behind her back. She was struggling to get away. Why? To attack Rose again? Because she didn’t like being man handled? Attack Stirling for breaking up the fight? Or did she just simply not want to be touched by him right now? All of those situations could be the answer and as Lacey was wigging Stirling couldn’t help his reaction. He was but a man after all. The image of Lacey upon Rose mixed with the fact that he had her restrained so her trying to break free meant her body rubbing up against his. Well his baser instincts got the better of him. Lacey broke free of his grip. By that stage he wasn’t holding onto her tightly anymore. At least not for restraint.

"OH MY ******** GOD, OWEN. FIGHT BACK AND PROTECT YOUR MANCARD." Well stalking over to Owen didn’t get a mention in his reasons for her wanting to be let go. Poor boy he was now being harassed. Stirling knew the kind of venom that managed to come from the redheads mouth. Usually he was able to silence her though. Only that was because when the two of them argued it led to sex. Even arguing during sex. They were one ******** up non-couple couple. He had to give Owen credit for once. He stood up for himself… physically also, and made his way out of the slightly tension filled room to deal with his pain. Good show boy. "Aren't you going to do something?" Looking towards Rose Stilling gave the woman a smile. Do something? Why would he want to Do something? Lacey was attractive when she was like this, Owen had managed to half stand up for himself and thus progress him more into the life of gang crime and Rose looked a little dishevelled. All in all it was a pretty picture. No he wasn’t going to Do anything. "I‘m quite happy where I am right now to interfere Rose."

That got Lacey talking again. Talking in a more subtle way, a different way for her. Stirling was sure he heard a tactful insult being swung around also but he wasn’t sure. That wasn’t the way Lacey usually was. Then again people could always change. In his experience they rarely did. That didn’t mean it was impossible. Impossible was sprouting wings from ones back. Though that would be somewhat cool. "I thought we had more important things to do." Taking in a deep breath Stirling nodded and walked to stand in front of Rose. "We do. Care for a bit of kidnapping?" Offering up his hand for the cleaner to take Stirling wasn’t surprised when she ignored it completely and stood of her own accord instead. "This shouldn‘t take us too long Wayland. We‘ll have Abbie locked up in my room soon enough." Daring a chance to touch the cleaner, he liked having his reactions tested, Stirling gestured for her to walk out of the room. Placing a hand on her lower back to guide her out Stirling was surprised that she didn’t try to hit him straight away. "We‘ll get supplies whi- argh." So she didn’t keep her hands off him for long. She had spun around, gripped his hand and wrenched his arm to sit at an odd angle. Staring at the woman he raised an eyebrow gripped her arm with his other hand and pulled her free. "Point taken." He mentioned before letting her go and continuing towards the door. "While we are out."

They both made their way out of the hotel in a peaceful silence. Really the two were rather similar. Rose had asked a few questions mainly wanting to know more of the specifics since she had missed Lacey’s little over all plan and Stirling was happy to inform her as they walked out of the hotel and he hailed a cab. They needed supplies for the heist and asked to go to the nearest electronic store. The two of them were let out at a large mall. Chucking money at the driver Stirling and Rose exited the cab and made their way inside, both looking for a store that would sell the kind of electronics they would need. Need to modify yes but need none the less. Rose found the store first and whistled Stirling over. Together they walked down the different isles making a note of everything they would need, that’s when they spotted her. How perfect this all was. While shopping for supplies Stirling and Rose managed to stumble across the one woman they needed to find. It made tracking her down something they wouldn’t have to do. Though it was a surprise to see Abbie here it wasn’t entirely unlikely she was the techie geek was she not. Oh yes Stirling knew the other gang members well. Not by face to face challenges either. The many times he had been arrested he learned more details. Police should really keep their files more secure and their traps shut. Never mind that now. Now they had a chance to grab Abbie. Easiest way to do that was to knock her out and play the helpful caring and doteful boyfriend. Easy enough. "The day just got easier Rose. Care to play a game?"

The blonde gang member hadn’t noticed the two of them in the isles watching her yet. This played to their advantage. He might know of each member but he didn’t know how they would react. Abbie could very well be the kind of person to yell and scream if she saw them. She also could be the total opposite. "I‘ll knock her out and carry her away, it‘s the easy option but it works. Keep watch then steal what we need when I‘m in the clear." he could work on the setting up the crime later. Right now Abbie was there, ready for the picking. Suddenly he felt the need to eat some grapes. Just as Stirling was about to walk up to the blonde something unexpected happened, caused a complication. A couple of Police officers had decided to take the time out of their busy donut eating schedules to look at electronics. Why were they so intent to show up at a bad time. Sighing Stirling stopped Rose with a hand to her arm and pointed in the direction of the cops. "Distract them. I can't be seen." She would understand that. He was the one that got into the most trouble with the law, the most trouble on a regular basis. If they were to see Rose then these little piggy’s wouldn't think anything was up. She was a known associate of Stirling’s after all and the police back in New York or California might sniff something out. Not these guys. Two associated gang members in Vegas at the same time wouldn't be setting off alarm bells to these two. He had never really been one for too much noise. Rose could charm her way into distracting them he was sure of it.

Stirling passed by Rose and left her to do her thing. She passed in front of the two police officers and made her way towards the range of mp3 players the store held. Banter with police seemed to get their attention. Almost as much as a scantly clad woman. Alas the woman with him wasn’t scantly clad, nor would she be at any point knowing her disposition but she was doing a good job of flirting with the officers. "Excuse me miss but I've heard you are the best person to speak to when it comes to technology." Stirling said standing behind the blonde woman. She had turned during his comment and he flashed a smile in her direction. He could read the expression in her eyes. So she did know of him then. That was interesting. Ahh and what was that. That flicker in her eye? She was going to say something. He didn't know too much about the blonde only that her name was Abbie and she was the techie genious of her group. Apart from that she looked harmless enough. Then again Rose looked harmless enough if she put effort into looking sweet and innocent. Everyone that knew her knew that that wasn't true. Just as the first sounds were escaping her mouth Stirling did what anyone would do if you wanted a person to shut up and shut up quickly. He kissed her. In the back of his mind Stirling could see Lacey getting jealous. She might not admit that she liked him, he might not admit that he liked her but deep down they both new the truth. it was just too much fun to annoy the hell out of the red headed woman. This would get her attention no doubt. Only problem was when the shock factor was gone. It would get there soon. He needed to get her not talking for a longer time. His first instinct was to know her out. Now he had a different idea. Chocking would work just as well and he could get away with it easy enough while in this position. Abbie was in the perfect position. Against a wall, her voice would be muffled by his mouth on hers and he could look quite the eager partner grabbing her like that when in fact he was chocking her. Perfect. Pushing her against the wall hard and blocking her exit with his own body, Stirling raised his hands to lay against Abbie's throat. He added pressure until the struggling had ended and she had passed out against him. Now all that was left was to leave the building. Looking over at Rose he saw she was still distracting the police and Stirling carried the woman out of the building. Passing it off as heat stroke when a few people asked if they could help.


OOC: Not my finest but it’s up… hopefully understandable.

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Uncomfortable. Rollover.
Phone vibrates, annoyance, rollover.
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Hand asleep, groan, rollover
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Thus had become the basis of Jack Daniel's mornings. Him, not really sleeping, not really awake, in some uncomfortable, poor designed hotel bed. Alone. Now, don't take that the wrong way, this was merely a matter of keeping his work and play seperated. His work, being the one and only gang he currently resided in as well as the hotel room cluttered with uncountable black briefcases filled to the point of almost not being able to be closed with explosives and chemicals in glass containers. And then there was his play, for now being the constant string of desperate just-turned-21-year-olds out in Las Vegas for the good time they've been looking forward to sense they were 12. It just has always seems to suit him best to spent the evening at their place rather than his. That way there is no risk of compromising his true identity, cleaning up any mess left from the night before, and most importantly it provides him the oppertunity to awaken early in the morn before the woman even stirs and get his satisfied a** out of there. This was nothing new. This was a game of repeat that Jack had found himself playing night after night, including the one before. Sarah. Something he took pride in, as many others, was always remembering their names. Little black dress, long black boots wearing Sarah. God was she beautiful. And she had about the biggest... Nevermind. As so, Jack had managed to leave her hotel at 5am this very morning and was back in his room by 5:30, carefully closing the heavy door behind him and making a point to shut out any sunlight. Only in artificial lighting could he force himself to erase the previous night and pretend it was still 10pm. It was pitch black, pounding music from god-knows-what dance club across the street shaking the floor oh so gently. Not so much any would have really noticed. That is, besides our own Mr. J.

8am, Jack pressing his fingers into his temples until he was almost positive he had just rewund time, and collapsed upon the less than comfortable bed. Now if he fell asleep, his concious self would at least be under the impression he had gotten an aduqiate amount of sleep. When your mind works like Jack Daniels does, you're never truly asleep or never truly awake. Always in a sort of daze, really only paying attention to what he wants, speaking quickly as so no one else would interrupt and he could move on. Like he would listen to what they had to say anyways. So now, buried deep under the covers trying not to think of the words "seering" and "flesh" accompanied by "brought on by an unfortunately mixture of chemicals." Making it even harder to sleep was something along the lines of "nuculear explosion." You try getting a good night's sleep when every time you close you eyes all you see is fire, bullets, and the idea of holding up an entire casino by the point of multiple bombs through out the area at risk of killing not only hundreds of innocent hostages but himself and his gang if something went wrong. Of course, this was only his take on the situation. Naturally, they would probably go a little more subtle. Hand held guns, hostages, the works. There is while Jack would rush in their with a machine gun laughing his ******** head off the entire time. But no, everything always had to be done by the book. Everything always had to be perfect. If only once they would let him blow something up.. "Dear God.. If it's true that you love all your children, you'd allow me a few good hours of sleep.. Just this once." The man muttered into his pillow. Of course, though, the moment he was done speaking someone was barging into his room telling him to get the hell out of bed. Really, he could have predicted this.

Upon hearing her growl something over moving his lazy a** out of bed, Jack stubbornly burried his face into the wonderful source of comfort beneath his head, ignoring the fact that he could barely breathe but instead wanting to ignore the irritating woman set on destroying his morning. Of course, though, this attempt at sleep would naturally be resulting in Judith snatching his pillow and following suit with everything on the bed until there was nothing more than a half naked Jack Daniels, rolling over onto his back. "That.. wasn't very nice." He scoffed, pressing his palms into his eye sockets and aching his back in a childish manner. Though relatively defeated, Jack wasn't about to give up that easily. Mornings really weren't his thing. Really, if he could somehow manage to transform "mornings" into an inanimate object, he would most likely strap it to a nuculear bomb. If only such a dream were true. Allowing his eyes to fall open, Jack's gaze fell on the woman before him. Taking a good look at her the man realized he was nearly incapable of being frustrated with her while taking in her beauty. Okay, so it wasn't the kind of beauty you'd see in a woman like Lacey but, to put it nicely, she was something more like the town bicycle. But then there was Judith. Just something about her stood out to Jack and he began to wonder of the stories behind each tattoo tainting her skin. As she stomped out, very dramatic and in charge as seemed to be her costum, he muttered, "But mommy, I can't go to school today, I'm sick.."

As soon as she was out of sight, Jack rolled over and grabbed his phone off the night stand which, rather irritatingly, had been vibrating every couple minutes sense he'd come in. A message from Maisy was never good.. Good Lord, that meant work. Really, when were they going to realize he wasn't needed at this meetings. His suggestions never varied from burn them with lye to set them on fire to, his all time famous, just blow them to ******** Timbuktu. "Ughh.. Maisy don't do this to me!" He moaned, tossing the phone across the room onto the blankets strewn across the floor. Hopefully then he wouldn't be able to hear if someone was trying to contact him. The man finally rolled off the bed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a button up plaid shirt he had draped across the back of a chair, and managed to send a quick responce to Maz. 'Be there in 5. You have to deal with my stink, I don't have time to shower.' Respectably attempting to make his appearance somewhat presentable, he ran his fingers through his hair, brushed his teeth, and headed out into the hotel hallway. Really, if you wanted to find some truly interesting people, all you need to do is spend a few days is Las Vegas, Nevada. Nothing could kill your apetite or perk your interest like the people you would meet here. Per example, the woman who had seemed to be waiting for any male guests to come out to victimize. Unfortunately, this woman had a tell-tale lump at her crotch and extrodinarily hairy legs sticking out under her skirt. "Hey baby, you better call God because he is missing an angel!"

Resisting the urge to vomit all over that scene, Jack pressed his lips together trying to keep in any involuntary gagging from escaping his lips as he hurriedly rushed past the man-lady and down the hotel hallway. Whether she/he was yelling after the man or victimizing someone else, he wasn't sure but Lord knows he wasn't about to stop and ask. Instead, even the idea of some hairy man-woman-thing coming on to him increased Jacks speed as his pace was suddenly twenty feet about every half a second, just catching the elevator as it was closing. In which he leaned against the railing, allowing his pounding heart to settle, before grabbing his phone from his pocket, quickly checking the time as well as running down the list of missed calls he'd not so much as missed but ignored. "Kelly.. Kelly.. Kelly.. Mom.. Kelly.. Who the ******** is Kelly?!" He muttered, wrinkling his brow and attempting to recognize the name, number, anything. They hadn't been in Las Vegas long enough for him to excuse it to a night of alcohol and sex. Really, sense they'd gotten here, he could recall almost everything. Laying off the booze had incredible effect on his sense. He could actually.. wow, rememeber things! Who knew? Jack attention was suddenly pulled away from the mysterious 'Kelly' as a tell tale ding! rang through the small box of an elevator, letting the man know they'd reached the main floor.

It was only now that the specialist realized he had absolutely no idea where he was going. Luckily for him, a rather young woman was seated at the front desk clacking away at her computer, decidedly irritated. Though, despite the scowl scarring her face, she was blonde with bright red lipstick and a little to much eyeliner. Really, she wasn't quite a sore on the eyes. He suddenly wondered if her name might be Kelly.. "Ma'am, would you mind - " He started, coming up to the desk, but before he could finish the lady immediately snapped back, "Let me guess! Conference room 14? Yeah, big surprise." An immediate look of confusion, possible annoyance, ran over Jacks face opening his mouth to respond before she continued. "Well, sir, if you took a moment to read you'd notice the 'Conference Rooms' sign right. over. there. Just go down there, take a left, then a right. You'll find it." Jack smirked, clicking his tongue a bit in disbelief. "You'd best be careful as to who you run your tongue off to, ma'am. After this little show, I'll be god damned if you and your hotel make it through the night." He growled out. The lady slowly let her gaze fall on the man who was now smiling rather pleasently. "Thank you for your help." And with that, he turned down the hall towards the conference room, wondering how absolutely late he really was.
After a couple minutes, he was able to find the door and let himself in. "You know, we really should consider a secret knock or something. I mean, I really could be that guy Stirling dressed in a Jack Daniel's costume come to off all of you." He said, closing the door and turning around to view the gang before him as well as the room. It was nice, rather roomy. Good for whatever Maisy had planned, he supposed. "Oh and thanks for the wake up call, Jude." He nodded at her sarcastically, taking a seat around the wooden table.

[HoRRiDx]

Compaq, Toshiba, Mac… This store had plenty of selections for laptops. Abigail was in heaven, looking at all the pricey merchandise. Stuff she couldn’t afford as a child, and probably couldn’t afford as an adult either. Of course by this age, her morals had been long since lowered, and now the blonde had no problem stealing valuable objects. Give it time, and she would have a cluster of expensive laptops at her fingers. Just more equipment for her team to help her lug around; if she still even had a team. The fights were getting a bit tiresome. Really there was nothing Abbie Monroe hated more than being cliché, but “why couldn’t everyone just get along?” Lottie and herself managed to make friends long ago. Maybe it was because Lottie was the only other girl in the group; but Abigail and her didn‘t get along quite as well in the beginning. It took time to love one another, to find things to love about both Derrick and Spinner too. She guessed that the two of them just needed more time. Time to work through all the sad man emotions they felt for one another. Abbie warmed up to people rather quickly, the two would be good to take a note from her and Lottie and just stop bitching at one another. Make friends! Friends make the world go round after all. Well that’s not totally correct, money is was ‘really’ makes the world go round; but friends come at a very close second. Or so Abigail always thought.

Moving along the fresh, clean new pieces of equipment. Abigail pushed the thoughts of her gang to the back of her mind. A few hours away from them, and all would be well. Things managed to mend themselves fairly easily that way. Hopefully by the time she got back, everyone would be fine and dandy again. Spinner would be back ( probably drunk ) but back, and Abigail would no longer need to worry about anyone. So instead, she continued down the line of laptops, coming to a complete halt at the gorgeous sight of an Alienware Area-51 m17x gaming laptop. Not the actual device sadly enough; but a rather large poster image of it. The machine having not yet come out on the market. Not that it would manage to stop Abigail from locating one to “purchase“ for herself. Of course, what would she do with a gaming consol? What would she do with an Intel Core 2 Duo extreme processor, twin GPUs, a WUXGA display, and a brand new 512 MB GeForce 8800M GTX, 3D graphics; 667MHz DDR2 memory? High definition audio… Abigail let a dreamy expression cross her pale face, the blonde girl was practically standing there drooling in the store ile. She might not need a gaming consol; but oh did she want one. And sometimes wants were just more important than needs… Sometimes.

The sound of a deep voice coming from behind her, snapped Abigail out of her stupor. “Excuse me miss,” In a slight daze, she turned around to face the stranger trying to nab her attention. Not fully aware of her surroundings yet. Machines managed to do that to her though… “But I’ve heard you are the best person to speak to when it comes to technology.” Best person? Abbie would have been flattered, if she wasn’t totally confused. Who would know her here in Las Vegas? When her gaze lifted from the males chest, being directly eye level with his shoulders, Abbs felt what could only be described as a stiff smack to her heart when she realized who it was that was currently positioned behind her. Stirling; his name was easy to recall. Abigail knew a good amount about most of the other gangs her own team dealt with back in New York. Hell, It was pretty much her job to know. What she couldn’t figure out, out of the top of her head, was why he was here? Something in her gut sank slightly, This couldn’t have been a good omen.

His images of course didn’t do him much justice. Never having seen him face to face before, Abigail simply recognise him from her computer screen. Surveillance images and criminal reports made him out to look a little shorter. Less intimidating. She’d hacked files of the man before, it was a job for Spinner. They were on a case dealing with the group, nothing had quite gone according to plan that day… And Abbie hoped to hell, that seeing Stirling now was just some “crazy random happenstance.” Maybe he was shoe shopping, or looking for a nice hat? She mentally begged to any holly presence surrounding them, that it was one of the two, before swallowing the lump in her throat. Narrowing her eyes slightly up at him, Abigail dug deep into her psyche for a dose of courage and opened her mouth to speak. Although the blonde barely got out a few sarcastic syllables questioning the mans presence before he was leaping at her.

Abigail had prepared for pain, sudden back breaking pain; but it never came. Surprisingly Stirling had decided to attack her in a different kind of way. What had happened was obviously something Abbs didn’t expect. Stirling kissed her. Was kissing her. Quit roughly in fact. His lips pressed harshly into her own, cutting off any sound she could have possibly made, to call for help. Abbie attempted to push at him. Smack him, and back away; but she could hardly fend him off when he retaliated by forcing her back into the wall behind them. Her hair tangling up behind her head, and over the poster she was looking at only moments earlier. Looking at pleasantly, and alone…

“Mmmgg…” She smacked at him a few more times. Not quite aware of what was going on. Did this man just want to make out with her? She couldn’t say, honestly, that she’d hate that. He was a rather tall, gorgeous looking man, and. NO! Abbie opened her eyes, and pressed her hands harder against the soft fabric covering his chest. It was a weak attempt to push him off of her. There was no way she could possibly be enjoying this… right? Her struggle to get Stirling to back away, and get off of her was a useless endeavor. Instead the space between them was getting smaller and smaller, as he pushed her tight against the wall, she could feel him quickly slide his hand up to her face tickling her skin with his, and then squeezing his fingers tightly around her throat. Abigail choked for air, suddenly finding herself unable to breath, she was never a good swimmer for this very reason. It was a problem, holding her breath for long periods of time was something she’d never accomplished as a child. She would pass out quickly, if she didn’t get help right away; but she couldn’t move. Stirling was blocking her in with his body, trapping her up against the wall, his mouth over hers. In a last futile attempt to get him off her, she bit down hard against his lower lip... Hopefully it would cause some discomfort, Abbie couldn't quite tell, she'd lost allot of oxygen at this point.

Slowly she closed her eyes, unconsciousness setting in. Her limp body slumping forward uselessly against the enemies.



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Slowly her senses were coming back to her, and Abbie almost wished they wouldn’t. Her throat was burning, with almost every breath she took in. Not that it was easy for her to breath, face practically shoved into some soft plushie substance Abigail was currently unsure of. Investigation would take further efforts, efforts she wasn’t quite capable of at the moment.
It took a second for her eyes to adjust to the light, for her head to stop swimming. She had almost forgotten what had happened to her; but slowly the memories ebbed back into her brain. Causing panic to set in. Rolling backward Abbie raised her head quickly, noting a pillow beneath her face. She appeared to be laying face first across a king sized mattress, fully cushioned and neatly taken care of. The only ruffles in the tidy spread were the ones Abbs had made herself, probably when tossed carelessly down against it like some bag of dirty laundry.

Finding it difficult to move Abigail did the first thing she could think of doing, and assessed her situation. It was what any of the others would do, had they been in her place. She needed to think like them now, get into the mind of Derrick or Spinner. Abbie's own mind wasn’t prepared for confrontation. Not this sort of confrontation anyways. Anything else and she might have been able to handle herself; but this? No, this posed a serious problem.
A bit of moving around helped her to discover that her hands had been tied tightly together behind her back, with what? She wasn’t sure; but it certainly didn’t feel like rope. If it was Spinner that had his hands tied behind his back, He’d probably just rip through the binds with his super man strength. Abigail on the other hand, barely even had strength; let alone, super man strength. Still she tugged harshly on the binds, with all her might, trying to snap them off her wrists. It was certainly not effective, and kind of hurt. Relaxing slightly she thought to herself, about how 'maybe it wasn’t, quite realistic, to try and react like the others would.' No. Abbie was Abbie, she wasn't Spinner or Derrick, or Lottie... She could find a way out of this problem, her own way.

Looking down at the rest of her body, she noted that her feet had also been tied together, this would not be helpful in her attempt to escape. So far her score was lowering, there were more checks under the “screwed” box, than there were under the “ha, ha, ******** you guys I’m leaving” box. Slowly, Abigail struggled against the ties around her less convenient limbs, and shuffled down the edge of the mattress until she was able to stand.
Raising off of the bed, Abbie was careful not to fall over. Balancing herself before she made an attempt to move anywhere. The room was empty, void of the enemy. All she needed to do was get, or rather, hop to the door. And find some way to get it open. She didn’t know how much time she had, till Stirling decided to come back to finish the job; but it was worth a try. Anything was. Leaning forward Abbie concentrated, shifting all of her weight until she took one great leap forward. It got her about three inches from the spot she’d originally started in. Not far; but it was a start. A few more well placed hops and Abbs had made it across the room. Completely bypassing the coffee table, and a few of the lamps. The last object that currently thwarted her plan was the door that now sat in front of her. Almost tauntingly. Furrowing her eyebrows, Abbie manoeuvred. Turning her back to the doorknob. Standing on her tip-toes the blonde attempted to use her few free fingers, to turn the handle. It was a difficult senario; but eventually it was working. The silver knob was turning between her hands, Abbie smiled, and kept the smile plastered across her pale features until she realized that it wasn’t turning, not because of her success; but turning, because someone else was entering the room…

Before she could make it far enough away, The door pushed forward, knocking into her back and causing Abigail to fall full force into the carpeted floor beneath her. Her own weight, suddenly her worst enemy. It hurt her face, her shoulders, her breasts, hell it even hurt her feet… “Ow-fffffrick,” Abbie moaned into the rug. Slowly turning her head to the side, to look up. First she had been witness to a fight between Derrick and Spinner, had failed to find their boss, and then managed to get attacked while innocently looking through a store. The binds were starting to pinch into her skin. Her neck was slightly pink, turning purple from the grip Stirling had taken around her throat, and now she was practically eating carpet. Carpet that tasted like sex, drugs and feet. Anger and irritation were two emotions that rarely built up inside Abigail! Today was officially a different story.

And now, as the man causing most of her problems himself, decided to stroll into the room. Suddenly the most obvious thing to do; was attack… The best she possibly could. Twisting her legs to the side, Abbs knocked them hard into Stirling’s shins. The result would hopefully have been the large man, falling backward, hurting himself in some way or another… If that didn’t work, Abigail would simply look like an idiot. Tied up on the floor. “What the hell? Is there no moral code amongst thieves?” Abbie, now fully rolled over onto her back, began to shuffle backward, away from the taller man. Trying to once again, get as far away from him as possible. Searching for possible weapons along the way. The room was rather empty, therefore a helpless feeling was starting to sink in. Of course, she wasn’t dead yet? Was she. That must have been a good sign. No? "Honour - and - what - not!" She spoke between shuffles.






HELLO I'M, ABiGAiL?


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Fuming, furious, frustrated.


Spinner couldn't think straight, let along walk straight; his mind played well to his name, spinningspinningspinning, everything was overshadowed with a black, precedented anger. The Tequila in his hand felt hot to the touch; he tilted it up until his eyes touched the sky and swigged the remnants, tossing the left-over bottle in a ditch. He hoped it hit a bum, just because.

Turning a sharp corner, he swaggered into the nearest store and hassled a small asian girl behind the counter until she shouted for him to leave in Japanese. He left, alright, taking a souvenir with him -- a fake gold necklace on display for ten dollars and fifty cents. She screamed at him from the doorway, but he was lost in a sea of people, gone before she had a chance to call the cops. Slipping the necklace with ease over his neck, he purposefully bumped into an innocent pedestrian, and as if it were his fault, he pushed the poor guy into a wall and drew his fist back to punch him in this face.

"I'm not nobody. I'm somebody. I'm the ring-leader, don't you forget it!" With his considerably bad grammer put aside, brought on by his drunken stupor, he missed the guy's face by mere inches and hit the brick wall instead. The guy, presented with a chance of escape, ducked beneath Spin's arm and scuttled away like a frightened mouse. Knuckles bleeding from the impact, albeit he made no sound that insinuated he'd been harmed, he reeled off into the crowd again, this time homeward bound. He didn't know where that was at the moment, however; his thoughts were clouded with disembodied memories, his father, Abigail, Derrick, Lottie -- it was kerosene to this fire, this throbbing vibrance of hate that refused to die down.

Spinner stopped at a park and inhaled, onetwothree, and perched himself on a bench until his anger was slightly subdued. He didn't know why his temper flared like this. In a normal situation with Derrick's smartass comments, he'd calmly brush it off and asphyxiate in the words until he forgot about them with the help of his friend Jack. This was different, though; the stress of the casino heist didn't blend too well with Derrick's tendency to put his nose where it didn't belong. And it definitely did not belong in Spinner's drinking habit.

After a few minutes of calming himself down, intoxication still twisting and twining through his veins, he headed in the general direction of his recent departure, staring straight ahead until the passing cars were distant blurs in his peripheral. He thought maybe he'd like to give the stolen necklace to Abigail, but it was a cheap and fake andandand
just like Spinner.

There wasn't a point to his agression. His appointed psychologists as a young boy reiterated this fact time and time again; he wasn't beaten as a child, and there was never any existing violence. The drinking derived from his father -- perhaps it was hereditary? A venerable anger management counsellor told him it could've originated from the sense of abandonment; trust was no longer a friend to him, and he seemed to learn that hate and anger were far more suitable. "People can't leave you, hurt you, if you never cared for them in the first place." But that was just a bunch of psychobabble bullshit. He was his own man, had been before he even hit puberty; the only person he could trust was himself, because everybody else would stab you in the back as soon as shake your hand and smile.

He'd never felt so vulnerable in his life. All this self-pity was driving him up the wall.
Of course Spinner wasn't quitting the gang; he just needed time to cool off before he did something stupid, like grab his gun and blow the kid's brains out the back of his head. The blood wouldn't go well with the motel's floral wallpaper, however, and Derrick was no easy target. Besides, they were supposed to be team-mates. Spin thought maybe they should put their differences aside and just get the damn job done. They weren't visiting Vegas for the scenery, afterall, though it didn't help that it was practically the world's biggest drunk-fest, and wasn't it Oscar Wilde that said the best way to deal with temptation was to give into it? Ah, but this world is too soft for you, Spin. Just. Just go home.

They could not afford anymore distractions. Their stage was there, the announcer was shouting their names. It was time for them to go out there and give their best damn performance, to leave the audience shell-shocked and breathless. Vegas wouldn't know what hit them.

Just as the motel -- an ugly mole on the a** of the block -- loomed ahead, a voice broke his concentration on the cracks of the sidewalk. Not a voice that would lull him into a sense of security, bring him back into the world where things weren't quite as loud or obnoxious, but a voice that brought him down a notch. Lottie. And although this announced her arrival (or rather, his arrival), it did not tell him that the last person he wanted to see right now was standing directly beside her.

Was he supposed to beg for forgiveness? Fall down on his knees, take Derrick's hands, and cry until his stomach hurt? When hell freezes over, maybe. Ha. Spinner stuck his hands in his wet pockets, averting his gaze to a spot above Lottie's head. Being fairly drunk and fairly wet wasn't a nice combination, let alone being treated like a four-year-old whom didn't get alone with his class-mate. Lottie was the teacher lecturing him about manners. Annoying.

"You two should talk." Shoot now, ask questions later. That's how the clockwork in his brain worked, a bit rusty, but still half-way tick-tocking; he hated confrontation. Lottie's hands were warm against his exposed arm. The heat of the sun absorbed the water, but his clothes were still soaked and he was still a little pissed about the spill. He still ignored Derrick's existence and allowed Lottie to drag him along until he was too close for comfort.

"Spinner, you know that Derrick wants to leave?" Eh. Derrick was an asset to the gang, and Spin refused to lose a member at this crucial point of their mission. But he didn't reply. He merely pursed his lips and looked over her shoulder at the motel, vaguely wondering whether or not Abbie was still at the crime-scene or in their room fidgetting with her toys. Hmn. He tuned Lottie out until:

"Now, everybody, let's get into a big group hug." No. Hell no. He felt her arm inconspicuously wind around his torso and pull him forward; he almost missed his step, and wouldn't it be hilarious to watch Spin falldownfalldown, ashes to ashes? Derrick would feel victorious. And he'd feel more like a loser than he already did. Fortunately, this was not the case, and the scenario fluttered to the back-burner of his mind. His face was red-hot now and he pushed through the group-hug, but didn't run away like what was expected. Instead, he turned towards Derrick, withdrew his cold hands, and put one out there in mid-air, waiting, simultaneously muttering three pathetic sentences. "I'm sorry. We need you. I'm stupid." Derrick inspected the hand as if it were a gun, but didn't budge. If he attempted to shake Spin's hand, it was lost on him; he had said his peace. It was over. Now they could suppress their problems and grow a brain-tumor later.

It was toasty inside. Spinner found a dry pair of jeans and a graffiti t-shirt in his duffel-bag. No Abbie. Where the ******** was she? He dialed her cell-phone number and let it ring. Her voice-mail picked up, which was unusual. Abbie almost always answered his called -- it was protocol. He let it beep and left a message.

"Um. Sorry about earlier, I was out of it. I'm better now. We need you back at headquarters. Can't brainstorm without you. I think we need some ear-phones -- pick some disguises up while you're out. Sunglasses, a sun-hat, a watch. Expensive s**t." Pause. "Right now, if you're not doing anything better. Call me back." There shouldn't be anything more important on her agenda. They were, afterall, in the middle of robbing a casino. Take your time, Abbie.

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It really was surprising how many people were asking if they could offer up any assistance. Here he was thinking that the human race in general was pure s**t. This was Vegas though. He figured that seeing a blonde woman draped over his arms bridal style would just show that the two of them had been married. Sure she was passed out but he could say that was from all the excitement, or liquor in general. Some did take it as such and decided to come up to him, slap a hand on his shoulder and congratulate him on scoring a hot wife. If his hands had not been full of his ‘hot wife’ Stirling would have broken those men’s wrists. Now he remembered why he didn’t like humans in general. Invasion of personal space. No one seemed to have any respect for them any longer. True he had invaded Abbie’s personal space when he attacked her with his mouth. But he had a job to do that required it. He doubted that anyone’s job was to congratulate married couples. Unless they were just coming out of the church. Did the electronics store, the cab or the hotel look like a church. No it didn’t. Stirling cursed Lacey under his breath. If the woman didn’t want Abbie kidnapped then he wouldn’t be in this situation. He could quite easily break the wrists, noses or any other body part of the males that had come up to him. Then again he wouldn’t be there for that to happen in the first place. While in the cab Stirling had asked to by the drivers jacket. Why anyone needed a jacket in the desert at this time of day was absurd but it would serve his purpose. Offing up a wad of cash for it the driver had been only too happy to part with the thing. It stank a little like smoke and a lot like body odour but while Abbie remained out of it she wouldn’t care. All it was going to do was cover her face after all. He didn’t need anyone to say that they saw him carrying a blonde that looked like Abbie into the hotel. That would be no good indeed.

Stirling had covered Abbie’s torso and face with the smelly garment. The door man looked at him strangely. "Heat stroke." He didn’t need to say anymore, if the guy wanted to pry he could do so by questioning someone else. Abbie’s breathing had become more regular now and it would only be a matter of time before she woke up. He needed her up in his room bound and on his bed pronto. Usually Stirling hated those elevator men. Mainly because they knew what floor you were staying on, now however he liked the idea of not having to manoeuvre Abbie around to push the button to get him to his floor. He just had to say it to the little man and have him push it instead. She was light weight though, considering. Just because someone was smaller than you didn’t mean that they would weigh less or be easy enough to carry. Abbie on the other hand was a typical girl in that regard. She was the techie girl and didn’t have much muscle mass to speak of, none that would prove to be to difficult that was. Lacey was much the same, only she would try to attack you with anything she got her hands on. Stuffed bears and all. If he had [CLEANER] in the position where Abbie was he could see her putting up a real fight. A fight he would need to be braced for. The woman was mad, attractively so. No Abbie was like putty in his hands right about now. Dead weight, he could do anything he wanted to do to her and she would only find out when she woke up. The elevator made it’s ding noise and made reality kick in, stepping out Stirling kept Abbie covered till he was at his door. Now he had to drop her. There were too many people coming and going however for him to do precisely that. No he had to carefully arrange her, not just drop her on the floor like he had done with Lacey that morning. Those thoughts caused a reaction in his body. His blood ran hot. Lacey, gloriously naked outside his door. Lacey, gloriously naked on his bed. Lacey, gloriously naked under him. He had to get into that room.

Dropping the lower half of Abbie so that he held her by her torso Stirling pushed a hand into his pocket and found the card key. Shoving it into the lock and hearing it beep open Stirling shoved the key between his teeth and once again picked the blonde woman up. Hauling her into the room and closing the door behind him with his foot. Now he was in private. Moving towards his bed Stirling placed Abbie down and tossed the horrible jacket aside. She was still out of it so Stirling quickly looked over the place. Good, it was empty. Getting down on his knees Stirling looked for the suitcase he shoved under his bed. This suitcase did not carry clothing in it. This little suitcase was his special one. The one that held all his toys. Nothing too extreme that would alert the airline, no simple things, everyday things that could turn deadly in the blink of an eye. Plastic ties for example. He used them to lock his suitcase zips together so having a bag full of them would not be something to draw attention to. Opening the bag Stirling found them and looked for the larger ties. Grabbing two the dark haired male gripped the bottom of Abbies feet and realised that he was looking at the bare skin of her ankles. Following her legs up Stirling rose to get a better view. He had finally actually looked at the girl. She was out like a light, face up on his bed hoodie open and showing him her very decent bathing suit. Smirking at all the things he could do to her with out being a rapist Stirling picked up her feet and wrapped the plastic tie around them, lopping the cord through it’s opposing hole and pulling tight. He left her a bit a wiggle room, cutting off blood circulation would only mean she couldn’t walk on her feet. If he needed her to for something and she couldn’t that would prove annoying. Yes he would allow for a small bit of wiggle room. Feeling his way up her legs Stirling’s hands rose over the hem of her shorts, over her hips, passed her waist and brushed by the edge of her breasts to settle on her shoulders. Turning her over to lay on her stomach, making sure to leave her face to the side to breathe, Stirling grabbed both wrists and tied them behind her back with another plastic tie. Again he left a little wiggle room not enough to wiggle out of the restraints though. Hauling her up and placing her head on the pillow Stirling grabbed the key card off the floor and left the room, locking it behind him. He would be back in a few moments, when she was, hopefully, still out of it.

Where was he going? Out. He needed to go to the bar and grab a drink, or seven. Thinking of Lacey like that brought him to life, then having the blonde woman Abbie on his bed practically half naked didn’t help either. He was only a man after all and while he didn’t care much for people in general woman were always a bit of a soft spot for him. They were the fairer sex and while Stirling held no disillusions about them, some were down right mean and harmful to others, usually they were also the weaker sex physically. That made them interesting when they fought with him, Lacey for example was interesting, more interesting than he had hoped. She was now a fixture in his brain for some reason. She now had a penthouse suit in the forefront of his thoughts and decided to dance around whenever she wanted his attention. It didn’t help that he liked it. The verbal spats, her playful and not so playful hitting, the sex, heck even her talking would send him crazy at times. It was annoying as hell. He needed a brandy. Something to take the edge off. After storming out of the elevator and yelling at the nearest barkeeper Stirling had downed two glasses of the stuff before letting out a calm breath and asking for another. Swirling the brown liquid around he lost himself in thought watching the liquid bounce off the glass’s edge. After a while he drank that glass also and handed over some money and a tip to the bar keeper. He needed to head back to his room before Abbie woke up. If she started screaming then anyone would know that there was something strange happening. He hadn’t gagged her. For two reasons, he hoped to be back before she woke up and he had strangled her. Hopefully her throat would be too sore to try and yell out. Still Stirling didn’t know the woman well enough to be sure of what her actions would be.

Putting the key card back into the door of his hotel room Stirling heard the click then turned the handle. Alcohol did nothing to him anymore, unless he drank like a fish for several hours straight or was slipped a roofie with his drink. Since nighter of those two things had happened Stirling was still as sober as ever just with the slightest smell of brandy on his person. Opening the door a frown crossed his features. It usually wasn’t that hard to open before, and things didn’t usually fall to the ground in the thump after he had opened the door. The evidence of what had happened greeted him with a moan and when he walked into the room more, closing the door behind him he saw the woman he had left bound on his bed currently by his feet. Feet which came colliding into his shins. She had decent aim, and a decent hit Stirling grunted at the contact and stumbled back a few paces, getting out of reach of those legs. Ok she was the kind of person who was going to attack. Good to know. He would just have to immobilise her first. Bending down to rub his shin a little, that was going to bruise, Stirling smirked at the way she looked like a fish out of water flopping around on the carpet like that. “What the hell? Is there no moral code amongst thieves?” The smirk changed to a full on smile at her words and he stood once more. She rolled onto her back and shuffled away from him. That was good thinking. "Honour - and - what - not!" Stopping her shuffling by placing one of his feet between the gap in her legs Stirling answered her question. "There is amongst friends. Alas you are competition. So morality goes out the window." She struggled to get him off his feet by moving her legs about. Lifting his foot Stirling moved from her to walk towards the bathroom, grabbing the glass that was on the bench he filled himself a glass of water and popped back out. She was where he had left her. Clearly wanting answers. Leaning against an opposing wall he took a sip and looked at her.

Did she feel uncomfortable with him looking at her. She was uncomfortable about something. Perhaps it was the binds. Well he could do nothing about that. Lacey would have his head if he let Abbie escape. Lacey… head… he needed to get his mind out of the gutter. Taking another sip he offered the cup forward. "Would you like a drink? I have a feeling your throat would be dry." He was being cocky now. Of course he was. He had her right where they wanted her. If she played the hard to please card he would also. If she played nicely he would mirror that as well. Stirling could be rather charming if he needed to be. Charming and seductive. Digging into a pocket Stirling pulled out his cellphone and dialled Lacey’s number. It rang a few times before she picked it up. Stirling cut her off mid greeting. "I have the package Wayland." That was all he said before he hung up on the red headed woman. She would fume, or come down to his room and remind him that she would love to personally chop his manhood off with a rusty spoon. He would deal with her later. Surprisingly enough the blonde woman had kept quiet for a bit. Stirling decided to play friendly. "Do you know who I am?" She nodded. "And you know what I do?" She nodded again. "Good you are under no false illusions then." Ducking back into the bathroom he refilled the glass and grabbed a small hand towel. Walking over to her, easily dodging the attacks she sent his way, but spilling some water while doing it, Stirling crouched beside her seated form and signed. Well if he was going to play nice he had to act the part. "Now you know I can‘t untie you but I can tend to your neck. I got a little carried away." He got sarcasm in response so much for playing nice.

Something strange happened then. He heard the theme song to the ninja turtles. Stirling and Abbie just looked at each other for a few seconds before both went into action. She leaned forward and bashed his shoulder with her upper body. He was crouching so his balance faltered. She sent him falling backwards. The glass of water spilled on top of him and making his tank top see through. He could enter a wet top contest right now. Lacey had ruined the shirt he was wearing and now Abbie had caused his tank top go become see through. Woman why did he bother with them? The tune continued as Abbie tried to push Stirling way with her bound feet while subsequently moving from away from him. Getting up onto his knees Striling decided she had had her fun and now it was time for her to behave. Grabbing the feet that were kicking about in the air Stirling pulled the woman forward on the carpeted floor. Puling her forward and to the side of him Stirling left no room between them. She was still struggling as he climbed on top of her stilling her legs with his own. Now she was limited to her upper body. With her hands behind her back Stirling headed for her jacket pockets. That would be where the noise was coming from. The noise he now realised must be a cellphone. He menatally slapped himself for not checking her pockets earlier. Finding the right pocket Stirling was about to grab the thing when Abbie managed to haul him off of her. He landed on his side with a thump. Growling a little the dark haired man wasted no time in getting back on her again. This time he pinned her leg and shoulders down. She still tried to move under him, still tried to get free of him and save herself and her phone. The wiggling wasn’t having it’s intended purpose. Lacey would struggle half the time. Stirling was the kind of guy who liked it rough. Rough but not painful. Pain was shooting though his hand now and Stirling pulled it away. Bloody blonde had managed to bite him. Bringing his head down Stirling decided to shock the girl. Tilting his head to the side so that she couldn’t bite his ear Stirling nipped her ear in response. Nipped then sucked. He heard her gasp. For those few seconds she was shocked enough to stop moving. That’s when his hand reached into her pocket and grabbed the cellphone. It had just stopped ringing. "Valiant effort, but it takes a little more than that."

[D0LLiE DEAREST]

「laceymariewayland」
you say DIVA like it's a bad thing

What was taking that shithead Stirling so long? Lacey had been sitting here for... the girl leaned over and picked up her cell phone, flipping her phone open to check the time. Oh, she had been sitting here for about twenty seven minutes. Maybe she was impatient, or just bored. Perhaps both. Sitting with Owen was nothing fun, though. She had rarely spoke to the male; what was there to talk about? To be honest, Lacey was actually kind of suspicious about the brunette boy. He looked soooo... well, what was the word? Innocent. Goody-two shoes. Like he'd just randomly thrust himself out into the street in which a movie Hummer was driving forward in attempt to save a little lost kitten. That kind of guy. That's exactly what Owen looked like. He didn't look hardcore, after money, nor even a little tough. He was a softie, too. I suppose Lacey could start a conversation with him about, oh, I don't know. Different breeds of puppies? Maybe that would be the only thing that would ever interest him. "Call Stirling and tell him to hurry the ******** up. Or else." Lacey said to Owen, glaring at him a little before picking herself up from her seat, and shuffling into the bathroom, slamming the door after her. She actually wasn't sure whether or not Owen was going to follow her order and do so; Stirling was a pretty freaky guy to threaten. Lacey, however, wasn't very frightened to tell him to hurry his a** up. After all, she was his boss and he'd be nowhere without her. Plus, sleeping with her like crazy had to mean something, too. The woman pushed her red hair out of her face, checking to see if she was breaking out or anything. Nope. Her skin was flawless, like expected. After fixing her make-up a little, Lacey yanked the door of the restroom open, and headed back out to become Owen's company. By the look of his terrified expression, she was going to guess that he hadn't exactly dialed Stirling up.

"What's the big deal, anyways?" Lacey asked Owen, who immediately had a confused expression. "The whole thing with Stirling, I mean. What's so scary about him?" she smirked. There had to be a better reason than "Stirling's big and buff and what not", since he wasn't all that scary. Before Owen could give an answer, or even think of one, the ring tone to Lacey's cellular device blasted, indicating that she had a call. The girl checked the caller ID, and realized that it was Stirling calling. Finally, that damn boy was doing his business. Lacey could be the nice little boss and ask him if he was alright since he had taken forever. Maybe Abbie had back-up and Spinner and that one new guy had beaten him to a pulp. Or maybe he was just an a*****e and took ********. The second one sounded a bit more reasonable, though. Finally, the female flipped her phone open, and without even saying, "Hello, Stirling, dear, how are you?", Lacey decided to give him a piece of her mind. "What the ******** took you so ******** long?! Do you have any idea how--" The stupid b*****d wouldn't even let her finish her sentence. He said something about the "package" arriving or some s**t, then proceeded to call her Wayland. Anger was beginning to boil up in Lacey. First, the a*****e feels as if he can take his sweet little time, and now he was interrupting his boss as he spoke. Then, he was calling her some name he really shouldn't be. And now he decided to hang up on Lacey. Oh, that was it. He was dead. Lacey would make sure of it. She'd pulverize him, for all the disrespect he had been eating at her with and also for everything he had done to her this morning. Locking her out of her very own room... naked, too. Did he not know how to treat a lady? Especially one he had just spent a whole night ********? "Will you believe that little son of a b***h?" Lacey snarled, clutching her cell phone in anger as she glared at Owen. He had a deer in a headlight expression, looked like he was terrified that Lacey would lash all her rage and frustration out on him. "Don't you think he's one big, ********, annoying a*****e?!" Lacey demanded, and then waved her hand in the air carelessly. "Whatever, doesn't matter. Let's go."

Gathering all her necessities, which would be the cell phone and her purse, Lacey beckoned towards the door, instructing Owen to follow her. Working alongside with him was actually somewhat complicated. The two of them rarely talked; and Lacey wasn't quite sure whether it was because he was scared shitless of her or she thought she was too "professional" to talk to a noob like him. Maybe just both. Now, though, it wasn't the time to wonder why she wasn't conversating with him. Now, Lacey was fuming, thinking murderous plots to destroy Stirling and that little disagreeable a** of his. As Lacey strutted... and stomped down the hallway, she reached the elevator door and slammed down onto the button that told it to come back up. She turned around slightly, making sure that Owen was following her. Good, he was. "Ugh, I swear to god, if Stirling ******** up, I'm going to... UGH!" The words 'Stirling' and '********' just weren't exactly going on good in her head. Lacey was still trying to shake off memories of last night, but they were stuck fresh to her mind, which was making her even more angry. What was so ********' good about the guy, anyways? Sure, he was considerably attractive and had a badass attitude, but shouldn't his annoying and uncaring traits overcome all of that? It was so confusing. He made her mad, but at the same time, she really liked him. What the ********. "And what the hell is taking this stupid elevator so long?!" Just as soon as Lacey had growled the words out, the elevator made a dinging sound, letting both her and Owen know that it had arrived. About damn time. Quickly heading into the elevator, Lacey barely waited for her companion to step in before she pressed the 'close door' button, and following after that Stirling's floor number. Now exactly wasn't the time to be patient, the redhead wanted to get downstairs as soon as possible so she could wring Stirling's neck. She wanted that male to know how angry he made her, and how much she despised him. He would definitely be sorry when he saw her, and she'd make him scream like a little girl. Begging for mercy, of course.

Upon arriving at the door Lacey quite remembered was Stirling's, she searched through her purse frantically for a room key. Alas, she pulled two identical ones out. Pushing one of them into the key slot, it gave a blinking red look, denying her access. That must be the card to her room. Shoving that back in her bag, Lacey soon inserted the other one, and soon enough, the door gave a green light blinking, granting her access and entrance. When she got her hands on that stupid ********, well, was he going to be sorry. Yes, yes he would. He'd be very sorry, in fact. Lacey was now thinking of malicious things to do to him. Like, oh, I don't know, kicking him harder then he had ever felt in the ******** crotch, that little area that had usually given her pleasure at night. Yeah, she'd definitely kick the s**t out of that thing. And for what? For brutally waking her up. Then locking her out of her own place. Then being considerably rude. And of course, not doing his job as quickly as he knew Lacey preferred him to. But most of all, hanging up on her. That seemed to be the last straw. Nothing pissed her off more when she was scolding, NOT yelling at somebody... then they just flat-out IGNORE you... and have the guts to hang up on you, too. Also, chopping his head off and then his other valid body parts up into tiny pieces would be a pleasure, as well. It may sound sick, gross, demented, and well... just plain sick, but that was exactly how angry Lacey was. She was still pretty pissed off at the fact that she had been disrespected and she did not want that male to get away with it. Oooh no, he was not. A less sicker method to torture him would just be beating him repeatedly with a metal crowbar, smacking him in the face constantly and puncturing his softer, tender body parts. And well, if all three of those options, kicking him in the balls, chopping him up into tiny mini pieces, or beating him up (which might actually not work so well), Lacey could just never have sex with him again. Ever. Never ever ever ever ever. See how that b*****d liked that.

The minute Lacey stepped in the room, she noticed something she wasn't very fond of seeing. Stirling. Girl. Stirling on girl. What the hell was this? Rape? Probably. By the look of her terrified yet shocked expression and Stirling's guilty look, Lacey would say it's pretty safe to consider it rape. She was feeling angry, though... not looking for ways to make fun of him. She felt her stomach drop... and what the hell was this she was feeling? Jealousy? Noooo way. She could not get jealous because she found Stirling, the piece of s**t in the gang, on top of some useless girl she was planning on killing off anyways. Stop. I have to gain control of my emotions. Lacey thought frantically, trying not show that she was awfully envious. There should never, ever, ever, ever ever be another girl touching Stirling like that... except Lacey Wayland herself, of course. And he should never be on top of another woman... unless it was Lacey. So what the ******** was this unfolding before her? She was not happy. Oh, no. Not happy at all. A part of her wanted to smack him all over the place and yell and scream and do everything she could to hurt him, but the dumber part of her, the part that usually didn't think as much, stormed over to him. With one strong arm, the redhead yanked the male off of the stupid blonde, pulling him closer to her. She gave him a furious glare, a glare that said, "I hate you, but you're mine and mine only." Before either of them could really say anything, her hands knotted at his collar, and she dragged his face down, pulling him closer and finally attaching her lips against his, right where both Owen and the little blondie could see. See that Stirling was her's, and nobody else's. Although she may not have officially claimed him to be her husband or even boyfriend, Stirling was still hers and nobody else was allowed to touch her things... which would also be Stirling. That was that, final. No excuses or anything. Finally tearing away from the brunette male, she twisted her head and shot a glare at the blonde, whom she remembered her name as Abbie. Her little gaze said, "You see that? He's mine, so you'd better not mess with him or else I'd make sure you wake up dead. If that's possible."

Ignoring everything Stirling was saying, if he was saying anything at all, the redheaded female glanced around the room, making a point of ignoring Abbie. Her eyes finally dawned on something, a cell phone, was it? Without saying anything else, Lacey snatched a cell phone out of Stirling's grasp, realizing it wasn't his. It didn't take long before she figured out that it probably belonged to Abbie. One missed call, the screen read. Oh, how cute. It was about two minutes ago, too. Giving Abbie a smirk, Lacey flickered the phone up, revealing the screen. She stabbed at the keys, going towards 'view', to figure out who had desperately called her. Spinner, was it? "Awwwwe, will you look at this? Look's like Spinner called you." Lacey finally said at Abbie, hiding all the boiling anger that had managed to bottle up from earlier. She wanted to appear calm and professional, not some crazy maniac. Another thing Lacey also had managed to notice was the little icon, blinking at the screen of the phone, screaming that Abbie had a message. Curious, Lacey went to it, and pressed the whole listen thing. Hmmm, no password. Abbie's gang must have done the same thing Lacey's did... they never really kept the phones nor their numbers for long, just in case they were being tracked, so setting a password usually wasn't necessary. Good thing Abbie didn't have one. Or maybe, she didn't need one because she was always answering her phone whenever she received a call. Now, wasn't that very girl-scouty of her? ALways being there when her little Spinner dialed her number? "Um... Sorry about earlier, I was out of it. I'm better now. We need you back at headquarters. Can't brainstorm without you. I think we need some ear-phones -- pick some disguises up while you're out. Sunglasses, a sun-hat, a watch. Expensive s**t." There was a slight pause, Lacey almost wondered if Spinner had hung up. Nope. He kept talking. "Right now, if you're not doing anything better. Call me back." Truth was, Lacey never really expected Spinner to be the compassionate type of guy. He seemed to be out of everything; hurting everybody's feelings and not giving a s**t. And now, he was actually saying that Abbie only had to do it if she wasn't busy? Interesting.

Going to the picture section of the phone, Lacey snapped a quick picture of Abbie, restrained and all, and saved. "For Spinner, of course." the redhead grinned, and then proceeded to click 'send', and directed the picture message to Spinner's number. She pondered at what to say for a moment, but finally thought of the perfect set of words. dear spinner. stay away from las vegas if you ever want to see your little techie alive. love, judith xoxo Okay, so maybe the last part was a little too much, but hopefully it'd give off that cocky vibe. And of course, the picture of Abbie was attached, proof that Abbie was actually captured. Lacey knew Spinner pretty well, although they obviously weren't friends. She knew that if you told him not to do something specifically, the drunkard would do it anyways. It was just how his brain functioned, for some odd reason. Lacey glanced back at Abbie. "All taken care of, no need to worry." she said, giving a bitter-sweet smile. Her soft expression then crumbled as she shot a glare at Owen. "Owen. Here, catch." Lacey tossed the phone across the room, and at Owen. She wanted to smack herself ten times over when she saw that the boy didn't catch her throw. She supposed she couldn't blame him, though. It was a little bit fast. Oh, well. "Get rid of the phone, pronto. Toss it on some taxi cab or some s**t. Maybe put it in somebody's suitcase, I don't care. Just make sure it's no where near this hotel, got it? I don't need Spinner tracking it or anything. Just get rid of it. Pronto. What the hell are you waiting for?!" Lacey gave a rather curt wave towards the door, making her point when she told Owen to basically scram. If it weren't for the fact that she didn't trust Abbie and Stirling alone in a room, Lacey probably would have disposed of the phone herself. However, she just had to let the little noob do it. He'd better not screw up.

[HoRRiDx]

Owen held his face tightly with one hand. Nose crinkling in and out, he’d move his face slowly. Testing the pain in the muscles that [ new rose ] had just collapsed with her fist. The pain was starting to numb, feeling a bit nicer than when it had originally happened, but when Owen pulled his hand back to get up off of the floor, he recognised the deep crimson liquid slipping down his hand. Despite his demeanour, Owen had indeed bled before, and right now, there just happened to be a small slice above his eye. Nothing too bad, Although he might need stitches. He’d have to locate a mirror, to get a better look.

Slowly Owen used the hand that wasn’t covered in blood, to push against the carpeted flooring of the hotel room. Allowing him a chance to stand, and sturdy himself. It wasn’t long before someone was yelling at him about ‘being a man’ Owen simply ignore the comment, and instead went to check his injury in the washroom. His face was already turning red around his eye, there was a small gash through his eyebrow, and a small amount of blood was trickling down his cheek. It wasn’t much; but it was enough to annoy Owen. Sure… he had been warned. Although he hadn’t expected such a retaliation for his efforts of keeping the team peace. If you could call this a team, really. It was more like a rag-tag group of misfits. Lacey was crazy, bubbly and had a certain anger problem that Owen hadn’t yet witnessed himself. Sure he’d seen her get mad at the others; but she seemed to like him. Maybe it was because he was quiet? Or maybe its because he did everything all the others told him to do?
Either way, she certainly wasn’t the first thing you’d think of when someone mentioned a “Gang Leader.” Owen would think of someone manly, huge and tough. Muscles that size of watermelons and scars over their shoulders and eyes. Someone more like Stirling perhaps. Lacey was more delicate looking, where as Stirling was tall, brooding and frightful. It seemed the better choice. Yet they all followed Lacey’s command.

Her idea’s were masterful of course. Not something you’d expect from the sight of her. First appearances weren’t everything though. Owen would learnt that quickly! Still, there was no reason for such treatment. Owen’s face was leaking important liquids and that was probably something that would hinder the teams advantages. It just seemed that everyone should get along. Battling was to commence between opposing gangs, not within their own! It just made more sense.

Bending over the sink Owen turned the small silver knobs. Allowing the water to heat to an appropriate temperature before he sunk his hand beneath it. Cupping and allowing for the water to pool over the sides of his palms before he’d bring it to his face. Washing off the blood from his face. And just giving him a fresher feeling all together. He repeated this simple action a few more times, until all the blood was washed away. The wound above his eye stung slightly, but it would heal. He’d just need to be patient.
One last look at his face in the mirror, and Owen deemed himself fit to leave. Turning he grabbed the dark green face cloth that hung next to the mirror. With it, he dried his face, tossing the towel carelessly to the side of the counter when he was finished with it.

By the time he left the washroom Stirling and [ new rose ] were long gong. Leaving him to bask in Waylands presence for the next few hours completely alone, while they went about their own tasks. Sometimes it paid to be the new-guy. Not having to do all the heavy lifting right away. If it was up to Owen to decide how to kidnap this Abigail character, he’d probably do something to mess it up. Of course, being the newbie, also mean that less trust was bestowed upon him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed. Owen did give off that “weirdo innocent guy” feel. He was working on that though. It would just take a bit of time, before he got into the proper swing of things.
They’d need to be patient with him.

“Call Stirling and tell him to hurry the ******** up or else.” Owen was suddenly thrust out of his current train of thought, when he heard Lacey bark a useless order at him. Harper knew by now that bothering Stirling, while he was doing his thing was pointless. And might even make him take longer, just because it was Lacey. So instead of doing so, Owen simply ignored her, like he hadn’t heard her at all. She seemed to be too distracted with being pissed off, to notice it anyways. And instead they just sat in the living room together a while longer, silently. Or… He was silent. “What’s the big deal, anyways?” When Lacey re-turned from the washroom, she addressed him again. Directly. He wasn’t sure what she was talking about anymore. Her thoughts seemed to change willy-nilly like that. So instead of replying right away, he simply presented her with a confused expression. That seemed to keep her going. “The whole thing with Stirling, I mean. What’s so scary about him?” Oh yes, she was still on about Stirling. Those two had some serious issues they needed to work out together. Besides, wasn’t it obvious? Could she not see how intimidating he was? Just the way he carried himself was enough to… No. Owen wouldn’t speak about the male behind his back. Not to Lacey anyways. Not if he wanted to wake up with a kidney missing. Or worse. Thankfully before she pried Harper onward, her phone began to ring. And Owen couldn’t help but let out an awkward breath, he hadn’t known he’d been holding in until now.

“What the ******** took you so ******** long?! Do you have any idea how--” Owen couldn’t help but cringe at the pitch of voice Lacey had taken on. And was more than thankful that Stirling interrupted her shrill accusations. Although in the end it just mean that she’d be more angry, and more violent the next time she encountered him. Was it worth it? Probably. “Will you believe that little song of a b***h?” Little? Had she not seen the man? “Don’t you think he’s one big, ********, annoying a*****e?!” Her demands seemed to just keep coming. She definitely wanted Owen NOT to like Stirling. Just as much as she didn’t like him. Still Owen said nothing. Simply smiled at her, an innocent little smile. She’d eventually continue. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. Lets go.” Allowing her to gather her things Owen simply sat there, waiting for her. Until she finally beckoned him to follow. With women, you couldn’t move so quickly. It was best to wait for them, to want to leave. Rather than you trying to get them to leave faster. “Ugh, I swear to god, if Stirling ******** up, I’m going to… UGH!”

They eventually got outside and into the hall. The elevator took its time arriving. Just seemed to do that when there was more stress in the air than usual, didn’t it? Owen and Lacey stood there. Harper more calm than his boss currently was. She just seemed to want to get down to Stirlings room, to yell some more. Owen wasn’t even sure why he had to follow in this case. Getting to the door, and getting inside was much faster. And much quieter. The elevator however, probably should have taken a few more minutes with arriving… Because then maybe Lacey wouldn’t have caught Stirling in… Well whatever Stirling was doing.

Lacey was silent at first. Oddly enough. Owen had expected fuming, rage. Red faces. Smacking… maybe. The whole shebang! Instead she just stood there. Almost dazed. Until finally she marched right over to Stirling and planet a very sensual, yet somewhat forced kiss on his lips. Glaring at Abigail like she’d done something wrong. Owen easily ignore this, and instead walked over to the blonde female who was currently bound on the floor. He offered her a smile. An awkward one at that; but what wasn’t awkward about Owen? Practically nothing. The girl however seemed to care very little about his simple niceties, and would barely even look at him.
It wasn’t hard to blame her, of course.

“Awwwe, will you look at this?” Owen turned his head to Lacey, who was holding an unfamiliar phone. “Looks like Spinner called you.” She took the time to listen to what appeared to be a message on the phone. Obviously not important, if she didn’t mention another word about it. Instead she snapped an image of Abigail. Using her own phone, and the camera application that obviously came with it. “For Spinner, of course.” Owen looked down at Abigail. Who’s pale face seemed to turn the slightest shade of red. “All taken care of, no need to worry. Owen. Here, catch.” The throw wasn’t expected, and instead of grabbing the phone mid-air travel. Owen missed it.
Well he had his fingers on it; but a minor fumble and the thing was on the floor. Scrambling to grab it before anyone might have noticed Owen stood straight up. And nodded at his next orders. Dispose of the phone… This he could do.

“On it, boss.” It sounded so professional. And Harper almost smirked as he turned to leave Stirling’s hotel room. Not sure if it was best to leave the two alone with the captive. Not that he’d be able to stop them from doing anything rash if he was there.


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The halls of the hotel seemed a little creepier now. Owen’s paranoia was getting the best of him. It just felt like everyone was watching him. Waiting for him to do the ‘deed’ before they’d jump out and arrest him. In his mind all of them were under cover operatives, and he was the best prize; but Lacey wanted him to get rid of the phone. It was his first real job in a while, and he intended to do it right. So, pocketing the phone Owen found his way out of the building. Breathing a sweet sigh of relief when none of them jump out at him, questioning his actions. He just needed to calm himself down a little bit. He wasn’t doing anything wrong… It was a cell phone. Just a cell phone!

Smiling Harper went off down the side of the road. She wanted it away from the Casino. The farther the better. And that’s what she’d get. Her first idea, tossing it into a taxi was a good plan. Yet Owen wasn’t able to get close enough to any of them, to do just that. And when he did. Said taxi-goers, thought he was attempting to steal their ride, and would close the door on him quickly. Irritated, Owen continued down the road. Passing only a few buildings before he thought of the perfect place to toss it.
Bending down on the side of the road Owen peered into the large open grate. It was a storm drain, and the water within it seemed to be rushing rather quickly in the opposite direction of the Casino. Would he risk throwing it in there? It was honestly better than them finding it on some random stranger. Finger-prints. Weren’t easy to get rid of.

With a bit of a grin, for a job well done. Owen dropped it into the storm drain, and watched as the water took it away. If anything, the water damage would kill the phone.

Standing back up Owen whiped the small bits of gravel off of his hands, and down his pants. And began his trek back to the Casino. Not in any particular rush… As he did so. In fact; he’d stop for coffee.