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[color=black]A o k i   R e y n a   S a n d s t r ö m[/color]
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[center][color=silver][sub][sub]L O C A T I O N: [color=lightsteelblue]C O S Y   B E A R   C A F E[/color]
I N T E R A C T I O N S: [color=lightsteelblue]L I L Y   A L E S S I E [sub][@The Muse][@ArticBeaver][/sub] [/color]
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Aoki arched an eyebrow but didn't say anything about the girl's sudden change in demeanor. Weird. Yet not unusual. Traveling around the world and then living in a city full of strange weirdos, Aoki had seen her fair share of odd behaviors. She was familiar with it, after all. 

[color=lightsteelblue]"I'm not drawing anyone, girly."[/color] Aoki winked up at the dark-haired girl above her. She then turned her attention to the other woman. [color=lightsteelblue]"Although, you'd be a delight to draw."[/color] Aoki placed her sketchbook back on the table just as a cop walked in; she instantly wrinkled her nose towards his direction for a second before turning her attention back to the two other women. It was clear that she did not like him, or any authority figure at that, but effortlessly forced a smile towards the dark-haired woman. 

[color=lightsteelblue]"The cheesecake is good."[/color] Aoki confirmed, [color=lightsteelblue]"But I think the cinnamon bagel twice toasted with cream cheese is just a bit better."[/color] She tapped her index finger on her chin as if deep in thought. [color=lightsteelblue]"Or maybe they are both equally good. I guess it really depends on your tastes, girly."[/color]
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[color=black]S a n t i a g o   C a l d e r o n   D i a z[/color]
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[center][color=silver][sub][sub]L O C A T I O N: [color=af6e4d]F O X   H O L E   T A V E R N[/color]
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Cold. Santiago could feel a cold hand on his bare back, sending shivers down his spine to his toes and back up. As much as he tried, he couldn't open his eyes. His head hurt too much like someone was trying to force his skull open with a jackhammer. Still, his mind was slowly putting the puzzle pieces back together while he lay there. 

The Fox Hole Tavern. Drinks, shots, a friendly stranger. Lying about his age, looking a lot older than 27. Probably in his mid-30s, trying to impress the small town local that Santiago was. Something about passing by, a trucker. Going back home to visit his wife and two daughters in Seattle. Santiago couldn't remember anything else, not even a name. 

Ha, he could remember the wife and kids but not the stranger's name. 

[color=gray]"You're awake. Got you some "[/color]

Santiago hummed, keeping his eyes closed as he sat up, hand on his hand as if to help with the pounding pain. Fuck, Mark and Susan were going to kill him. His phone was probably dead by now; he was in dire need of an upgrade. The battery life on that iPhone was shit now.

[color=af6e4d]"Not really."[/color] Santiago groaned, finally opening his eyes to catch the stranger walking into the bathroom, fully clothed now. Santiago didn't even remember what the guy looked like naked. [color=af6e4d]"Coffe would- fuuuuuuuu"[/color] He scrambled out of bed and to the pile of his clothes that lay by the door. He fumbled around for his phone, groaning when he didn't feel it in the pockets of his jeans. 

[color=gray]"In the bathroom, it's charging. It kept vibrating, saw it was almost going to die."[/color] The stranger said, poking his head out of the bathroom to look at Santiago. [color=gray]"Nothing to worry about, didn't go through it."[/color]

Santiago nodded, slipping on his boxers and rushing past the stranger to his phone. Yup. He was going to be dead meat when he got home. Ten missing texts from Susan, 12 from Mark, and a total of 13 missed calls from them both. 

[color=af6e4d]"You didn't mention you lived with your parents."[/color]

[color=af6e4d]"They're not my parents."[/color] Santiago glanced at the stranger, eyes darting over the well-groomed beard and gentle warm brown eyes. [color=af6e4d]"I'll get out of your hair."[/color] He unplugged his phone, mumbling thanks before turning around to the room change back into his clothes from the night before. 

After changing, Santiago hurried out of the room, closing the door just in time as the stranger called out his name. Without a clue, Santi climbed down the stairs from the rooms of the Fox Hole and down to the bar where it looked like business had started. 

Great, and now Reya and Ruben would see him doing the walk of shame. Not that it was the first time. 

[sub][sub]((pretty high when i finished writing both of these sorry))[/sub][/sub]
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