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/ㅤ@huntsman-,  yuh

;        curious or hostile pls 

      &.    hostile 

@eIverdugo 
            
            "can't disagree with you on that ... " before his wife  ,  he had mindlessly followed those rules. it wasn't that he found them justifiable  —  he just didn't know what else to do with himself. john was always good at following orders. the moment you wronged him  ,  that washed away.
            
            this time the breath he let out was strained  ,  past thoughts the whole reason he was here in the first place. "you guessed correctly ,  this time." he took out two twenties and set them in the counter, "make me whatever you can with that. don't care what it is  ,  as long as it has a better kick than a beer."

⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀
            ⠀‬‬           T⃨O⃨   ⌖   @huntsman-
            ⠀‬‬ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
            
            
            santana  lets  out  a  derisive  snort,  wiping  down  a  used  tankard  with  a  cloth.  the  cigarette  in  between  his  lips  bobs  up  and  down  as  he  speaks  again.
            
            
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ ❛   well,  good  on  you,
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ cabrón.  i  always  thought
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ they  were  pretientious
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ as  hell  anyways.  too
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ many  bullshit  rules.  ❜
            
            
            in  his  youth,  he  was  given  a  couple  offers  to  join  the  criminal  network  under  the  high  table;  he’d  always  refused,  though.  santana  always  worked  best  alone.  
            
            
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ ❛   in  that  case,  i’m
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ guessing  you’re  only
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ here  for  the  drinks,
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ not  for  my  boss’
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ services.  it’s  seven
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ bucks  for  a  beer,
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ bit  pricier  for  a
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ cocktail.  ❜
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀ 

@eIverdugo 
            
            he let out a puff of air  ,  slightly amused by the accusation. "haven't been with them in a long time. just try to use these when I can  —  it's nice , knowing I'm fooling people." with that said he took out his wallet  ,  thumbing through the cash laid within. "how much?"

@eIverdugo    /     NO YOU??

@prodiqal 
            
            "I can't exactly go around sharing the details of my job." he gave a loose shrug  ,  lowering his hands to settle them into his pockets. "I don't even know who you are. you just happened to be in the wrong place  ,  thought you were my guy."

silence.    oz feels it form—    the familiar rise of nausea in the pit of his stomach that has been brought on much too often as of late.    as much as he wants to believe the stranger,    paranoia eats away at his drug-addled brain.    " ...    then who're you h—    who're ya here for? "

@prodiqal    /     um have you seen yours?? I think YOU deserve the wow
            
            his hands raised in a placating gesture  ,  eyes roaming over the other to assess them. as was demanded  ,  he took a few steps back. "I'm not here for you." the gruff voice was monotone  ,  blunt.

@huntsman- 
            
            / putting you in jail .