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h - hey , maria— ?
@orgcrimes not. funny. * stern, the woman already rushes to the first aid kit, all thankfully restocked already & she then rushes to his side, * i feel like your mother whenever this occurs,
/ one liner call !! cb a mood if you want ,
the four horsemen are children.
do you mind pouring me another drink , darling ?
@beautality ‘ course not, * maria smiles ever so gently, taking the now empty glass & humming, * what would you like?
mariaaaaa ! my love –
* he gingerly raised the glass to his lips && took a sip with a slight shrug of his shoulders * yknow it . some / frauds / happening , a lot of – misunderstandings . things i can’t seem to have under control
@orgcrimes always, * her eyes roll at him, though her lips smile in amusement & she delivers his drink after its settled - skilfully at its top of its own cup, * what happened, fred? another snitcher beneath your nose?
mhm — * he smiled to himself before standing to his feet ,, heading over to lean against the counter * still a white wine gal ?
if it isn’t the future mrs. montorosso.
@dealinguns future mrs. monterosso? i have no clue what you’re on about - but hi kobi, need anything? a drink?
i say we go out for drinks just to get silas jelous , mhm —
mine , of course – * he grinned ,, holding his hand out * what kind of gentleman would i be if i let you pay ?
@orgcrimes * she chuckles , happy as ever at the idea & hums ; head nodding , * drinks ! but on who’s house ?
you said it , darling . he still has / some / of it – which is why i try not to cross the line every now && then — but i’m in the mood for it . so , drinks ?
@purestsmiles char ! happy new year indeed , kid .
happy new year, dollface
i’m impressed of what ya did with the place, dollface
* after she left his grasp, he lets out a gentle sigh and heads to his seat, the very same seat he had always sat in since the very first time he went to the bar. he lays his arms across the table, his fingers intertwining with one another as he folds his hands. the rosso boy watches her with his undivided attention. there’s a romantic look in his eyes, and he knows his little gem wouldn’t be something he’d let go off. as soon as she finishes, he gets to his feet, his hands unraveling to applaud her, a bigger smile now on his face. then with an accent rougher than he has, he mocks the guys who were all over her * that was beautiful as ever! tell me, love, are ya free tonight?
@mobshots alright, then, * & she then leaves the comfort of the monterosso, hand leaving his as she cutely chuckles & rushes to the stage; all in an elegant state. her body settles on the chairman of the piano, & there is no need for a microphone. her voice is only meant to be heard by him tonight, after all. fingers press against tiles as soon as she’s set to go, & she starts to hum; followed by the first lyric, eventually, * they say i’m too young to love you, i don’t know what i need — * her vocals are stunning, more than it should be , *
i’d love to see you up there. i may get private shows at home — but rarely do i get one here. * he presses his lips against her temples then they trail down to her cheeks before exhaling softly. he’s gentle, now, and prepared for her performance which he knows will be more than perfect. there was never going to be a show of hers that was less than it, and that statement had most likely been concurred with among the many who frequented BECAUSE of dear maria * we can go straight home as soon as you’re done, love.
