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Jeez, ever since Rina got back from the UK, everything's just been one huge blur! Her mind's been stuck in rewind, just thinking about their trip over and over again. It was so nice to have a week where they could forget about everything else and focus on each other... But now that she's back in the states, it's time to get her head out of the clouds and get serious! Now that her dad's going to help her buy her restaurant, she has to get thinking about how it should look, the menu, everything! She's putting her thinking cap on today!

She did try to work at home, but the puppies were seriously distracting and Seth was getting ready to go in for work, so he couldn't help. So, Rina ended up just coming to Moonbucks to work. And she wanted some snacks, so it was pretty much hitting two birds with one stone. With some lemonade to drink and a cupcake to eat, she was drawing things like food, table settings, decor, logos, along with plenty of random doodles of animals or Seth. Her drawings were a bit spread out on her little table as she tapped the end of her pencil to her nose before trying to balance it on her upper lip. Man, she can't really focus today, can she? Maybe jet lag is still hitting her? Or is she still caught up in thinking about the trip? Rina sighed and shrugged, putting her pencil back on paper by drawing her favorite desserts: cinnamon rolls and hydrangea cakes. Now she's just making herself hungry!


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✿ with ❝ no one! ❞

✿ outfit ❝ Snacks! and Ring! ❞

✿ status ❝ seth's soulmate ❞

✿ monies ❝ $863 ❞


OOC: agh, this feels short
i havent posted in a while ;;


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ADONIPS

❝It wαs α quєstíσn I hαd wσrn σn mч líps fσr dαчs - líkє α lσσsє thrєαd σn mч fαvσurítє swєαtєr I cσuldn't rєsíst pullíng - dєspítє knσwíng ít cσuld αll unrαvєl αrσund mє.❞

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Why couldn't he get used to an empty house? Sure his animal companions helped fill the silences, ease the loneliness, but they couldn't take Fayre's place. They couldn't fill the hole Fayre's death had left inside him. Dare had spent the morning feeling restless with nothing to do. He'd gone for his usual run, returned home over an hour later to walk the dogs and return home again to work out in his home gym. After exercising until he was almost too exhausted to move, he cooked himself a large meal and ate in a silence that weighed heavily on him. After doing some house cleaning he'd tried to fill the time with a book, but he just couldn't get into it. Ever since he'd returned home one day to find his childhood friend's body hanging from the ceiling, his days had followed much the same pattern. He didn't know what to do with himself. He had no true friends, aside from a kindling friendship with a beautiful woman by the name of Vixen. He had no connections, he hadn't even found himself a job yet. Though he was thinking of applying at the Shark's Head. He wasn't desperate for work, but it would help to kill time and introduce him to people. He needed to get out of the house more, and it was with this exact thought in mind that Dare chose to leave the house. He didn't know what he'd do, exactly, but he'd find something.

After spending quite a lot of time just exploring random parts of Soleil city, hr found himself in front of Moonbucks. The giant ducked his head upon entering the establishment that had quickly become his favourite haunt. He joined the line to the register and mentally went through his order. A large coffee, black. And possibly something to eat... Dare smiled down at the woman serving him when he'd finally reached the front of the line. She at first appeared to be taken aback by his size, but he was used to that reaction in others. He placed his order and took a seat at one of the tables near the window, allowing himself to get lost in thought as he took in the outside scenery. The people passing by, the laughter, the life. Fayre would have liked it.

He should be able to kill at least twenty minutes drinking his coffee before he had to figure out something else to do. Maybe he could go to the beach? Perhaps the library or a book store? Or maybe he could go get his hair cut at the new salon that had opened? Anything was possible. He just wished he could find someone to hang out with.

XXXXXXXXXDσ чσu lσvє mє? I αsk.

❝In чσur hєsítαtíσn I fσund mч αnswєr.❞

❝It wαs α quєstíσn I hαd wσrn σn mч líps fσr dαчs - líkє α lσσsє thrєαd σn mч fαvσurítє swєαtєr I cσuldn't rєsíst pullíng - dєspítє knσwíng ít cσuld αll unrαvєl αrσund mє.❞

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As he was gazing out the window, a shiny black Porsche came into view. It was a beautiful car, he had to admit. And its driver was just as stunning. His eyes were drawn to her from the moment the petite woman stepped out from behind the wheel. He tracked her movements while she stepped back from her vehicle and made her way into the cafe. He managed to tear his gaze away when someone came to his table with his order. He thanked the man and offered him a smile as his coffee was placed in front of him. Dare took a tentative sip of the scalding liquid. It was perfect. Maybe he would get something to eat.. That carrot cake looked rather delicious. Having made up his mind, the male stood, immediately apologizing when his abrupt movement caused him to bump into someone passing behind his chair. Maybe next time he'll sit outside or something. He felt like a bull in a china shop.

As chance would have it, Dare ended up behind the Porsche woman when he joined the line to place another order. This time he'd wait by the counter so his coffee can have a chance to cool down. Since he was now apparently waiting with her, he could get a better look at her. She was a hell of a lot smaller than he was, and smaller than most it seemed, but she was pretty. And.. She looked familiar. But why? Where did he know her from? It took him a few seconds to place her. He'd met her once before, albeit briefly. In an establishment by the beach. Perhaps they hadn't really met, but he'd seen her. She was the type that was difficult not to notice. Maybe he could ask her to dine with him? He could use the company, and she was less of a stranger to him than the other patrons of the cafe.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry if this seems a little forward, but would you mind joining me?"

There. He'd said it. Hopefully he didn't scare her away with his imposing build. When standing with her, he felt like he was looming.

XXXXXXXXXDσ чσu lσvє mє? I αsk.

❝In чσur hєsítαtíσn I fσund mч αnswєr.❞

❝It wαs α quєstíσn I hαd wσrn σn mч líps fσr dαчs - líkє α lσσsє thrєαd σn mч fαvσurítє swєαtєr I cσuldn't rєsíst pullíng - dєspítє knσwíng ít cσuld αll unrαvєl αrσund mє.❞

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He didn't know what got into him. Was he that desperate for human interaction that he would bother a beautiful stranger and request that she spend time with him. Her catty expression made him regret his decision. She'd turn him down, and based on how cold she seemed, she wouldn't do it nicely either. Well he had brought this upon himself so he'd take it and continue drinking his coffee like this never happened. Dare steeled himself for a refusal that never came, and he was pleasantly surprised by her almost trepidant answer. Despite his tough exterior, and, well everything, he was a gentleman and felt the need to apologize for bothering her.

"I apologize if I'm making you feel uncomfortable, you can refuse if you'd like. I just needed some company."

Feeling a little self conscious under the stares of the others in the shop, he ran a large hand through his hair, messing up his unbrushed style even more. On most it would look ridiculous, but on him, it just added to his roguish charm. Why was it that when two people of such differing heights, as he and this woman were, got together, people found it interesting enough to stare. It just made him feel more awkward than he already did. But to be fair, he was often stared at a lot in general. Something about his size, or his tattoos, or whatever. "Sir, your cake." Dare's attention returned to the woman holding the second half of his order. He grabbed the plate, that now appeared rather small in his large hands.

"If you're still up for it, I'm seated just by the window." Dare told the blonde while making his way over to the aforementioned table, but not before stopping to add over his shoulder, "I'm Dare Callahan, by the way."

XXXXXXXXXDσ чσu lσvє mє? I αsk.

❝In чσur hєsítαtíσn I fσund mч αnswєr.❞

Location:: Inside Moonbucks - Side of counter
Clothing:: Springtime Suit
Company:: No one in particular
Feeling:: Mixed (Angry with Ryan but Attracted to Skye)
Money:: 12,000.00$
Items:: Mateba Autorevolver and Golden Stiletto Knife
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The he's tried to forget her with meaningless sex with his other side bunnies Dante couldn't forget the times he's had Skye and how she'd let loose with him. There was always a sense of her holding back but that's what made making her do naughty things with him that much more entertaining. But at the moment, as he walked down the streets of Soleil, Dante's mind was more focused on the text he was reading; His eyes not looking where he was going as he walked into Moonbucks Cafe. "Oh Ryan, you don't know how badly you just f***ed up."

It wasn't until after placing his order did Dante stand to the side when his eyes caught sight of some bright clothing sitting at a table with a guy. The woman of silver hair looked like a knockout, she had a body and she knew it judging by the clothes which adorn her every curve, but as the rich gentleman caught himself staring he'd brake his line of sight on her to instead send a text to his favored party girl.

To: Skye
From: Dante
"Hey girl, remember me? Been thinking about last time and want to know if you wanna see each other again tonight."

Location:: Inside Moonbucks - Table
Clothing:: Springtime Suit
Company:: No one in particular
Feeling:: Serious
Money:: 11,996.15$
Items:: Mateba Autorevolver and Golden Stiletto Knife
((OOC:: ))


He scanned through his phone while on the internet and checked how the stocks he's invested in are doing. Of course the mobster didn't have these accounts under his real name but since they were opened by people he's forced into doing this for him, because they of course own the mob, he knows he can safely launder money this way (albeit a complicated way). From one account to another and then sent off shores for later reinvestment into his actual account, Dante was tapping so fast at his phone's screen that one would think he was texting someone rather than doing what he was doing. But now onto the subject of texting, once done with a few of his money making moves, Dante checked to see if he had received a text from Skye...So far, nada.

Sucking his teeth lightly he felt his pride being stung a little by this woman not hitting him up as quickly as the past other times but soon had his hands occupied by the order given to him from the barista. It wasn't enough that Skye didn't pick up yet but what really had him ticked off was the fact Ryan, or Leon, as he's been introducing himself to other in the city, was wanting proof of his ex being Dante's hostage. It was hard to come up with proof for something that wasn't true but as he sips on his macchiato Dante ponders on how can he convince Ryan that his ex is actually a captive; His eyes intensely staring at Ryan's text as he thought to himself.