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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2019 22:04:04 GMT
THE GOAL ISN'T TO LIVE FOREVER IT'S TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT WILL
Ah Fall, it was just around the corner and he couldn't help but enjoy the discoloration of the leaves as they held a tinge of red. You really enjoy this weather change, do you not mortal? Lucian simply nodded as he tucked his hands within the pockets of his blue jeans, the sun was setting. Which only permitted him the fact that he hadn't a drink in a while. Hell, he didn't even get a text like he usually would from a certain fiery lady that he was getting used to talking to.
Speaking of, he pulled his cellphone out of his back pocket. Brown eyes going through his messages only to come up empty. A sense of disappointment washed over his being briefly before he pulled his shoulders up into a soft shrug as he pushed the cellphone back into his pocket as he pushed the doors of the Grill open. Listening to the bustle of people chattering away. The sounds of glasses clinking, silverware scratching against ceramic. The smell of food and alcohol clung to the air as his boots scuffed against the wooden floors. Another drink? He listened to the entity sigh, which caused Lucian to sigh as well as he downcast his gaze. Speaking lowly so people didn't think he was talking to himself. "I'm not going to get shitfaced like I have been alright? I'm just here in a public space... which limits their patrons on when enough is enough and... oh shit." He spoke as he caught sight of someone that he probably should very much avoid.
He remembered this guy, Carnegie. William Carnegie. A thief that ended going after the same thing that Lucian and Damien had been going for back in the day when it was just... the Fletchers. Now it was the Fletchers, the Horsemen, and Lucifer in a cage. A topic that Death still wouldn't specify much on, only that there was a distaste there. Just as there was an eerie silence between them now once he caught sight of the familiar face. Running his tongue along the inside of his bottom teeth, he let out a expulsion of air through his nostrils. Making his way to the bar and slipped himself onto the stool, waving at the barkeep that he was ready to order when they came to him.
Staring forward briefly, he kept his gaze busy upon the many bottles of alcohol briefly before he let his gaze fall to the man he was now sitting beside. "What will it be, sir?" Lucian tore his gaze away from William to the barkeep as he held a thoughtful look. "Captain Morgan on ice, i am feeling Rum today." He answered, giving the kid a ten dollar bill as he shifted in his seat to pull it out of the other side of his pocket. "Keep the change kid."
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Nov 2, 2019 15:19:45 GMT
Behind his eyes a headache was building. The pain pulsing and receding in time to the rise and fall of his partners voices, even at what was now a considerable distance. He could hear Leah’s voice behind it all, the arguments that were a daily part of working together as a trio, the same ones that cropped up again and again and again in infinite ad nauseum, creating a rhythm that wasn’t going to break easily tonight. There were potions at home, brewed in the privacy of his apartment with the wealth of herbs available in the local area. That had been one of the added bonuses of making the move away from New York … the availability of what he needed to not only keep his little grey cells sharp. New York had its spots, its modern day apothecaries, but they were almost like an underground cabal in the city. When every other person on the Upper East side was intimately aware of who you were it made it … awkward to say the least. Just strolling through the neighbourhood with Zoey had put eyes on them on a daily basis, another added weight to their relationship that he’d tried to shrug off.
His secrecy was the biggest of course and weighed on him now as he climbed out of his car and scanned the street. His aching brows drew together, his brow furrowing as he made certain that the biggest pain in his life right now wasn’t lurking in the square or at the bar he planned on self-medicating at. No sign of that dark tumble of hair and the eyes that had started to haunt his dreams and waking hours again since she’d strolled into town, in search of a thief who’d spent years sharing her bed. Will lifted a hand as he crossed the sidewalk towards the bar, his fingers biting into thin skin at his temples. Why the hell hadn’t Fitz kept his nose out of things? He could’ve continued fumbling around the most local of the burglaries by himself, not bothering to call in the big guns but the man hadn’t been able to resist and now instead of only having to evade his own police force Zoey was back on his back.
Will rolled his shoulders as he headed into the bar. He slipped onto a stool at the bar, a hand coming up to pinch at the bridge of his nose as the bartender approached. ”Two fingers of the Macallan Makers Edition,” he ordered. The bartender dropped a menu on the bar, half smirking as he nudged it towards him. Did he look that bad? Will grimaced, shifting in his stool to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror backing the bar. A little pale perhaps, the lines etched a little deeper but still the sort to draw the eye. His gaze shifted, taking in those in the restaurant behind him, snagging on the dark haired man making his way into the restaurant. Just as rough as he last remembered him, when Lucian Fletcher had snatched his little treasure right out from under his nose. Will watched him perhaps hesitate a moment, certainly cogitating on something and then pulled his gaze away as the man approached and slipped onto the stool beside him.
The barkeep was working his way back along the bar with his drink in hand when Fletcher signaled at him. Will took the drink with a nod, not bothering to think about dinner yet. It wasn’t likely his stomach would take it if Lucian Fletcher decided to turn this headache into something approaching skull splitting proportions. ”I see you’re still rotting your gut on the cheap stuff,” Will said by way of greeting. He lifted his glass, taking a sip of it before he smirked over the rim of the glass. ”You’re certainly the last of the big spenders. I take it … business is treating you well Mr Fletcher? Fruitful shall we say.” Pushing the headache to the back of his mind Will angled himself on his stool, taking another slow sip of the aged whiskey as he looked the man beside him up and down.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2019 21:41:54 GMT
THE GOAL ISN'T TO LIVE FOREVER IT'S TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT WILL
His right hand curled around his glass of Rum as he stared at the amber liquid, watching the ice melt. Maybe if he pretended that he didn't see William things would just go astray upon the point of... well "hey i didn't see you there" rather than "oh shit". But as he brought his spiced rum to his lips, feeling the numbing affect of the alcohol brush against his lips, the male spotted him.
For a hunter, you're not very stealthy these days. Muttering a quick shut up mentally toward Death, he drew his gaze up to meet the male's with a surprised expression. Feigning it as if he had just seen him as William spoke. ”I see you’re still rotting your gut on the cheap stuff,” "Hey don't knock the cheap stuff if it's just as effective as the expensive shit. Both have the same outcome, though not all of us jack things that can be sold to black markets." He hinted out loud, knowing full well that it seemed for all intents and purposes that the Fletcher's knew he was a thief just about as much as he knew that they were thieves to their kin.
Because they both were in a hunter's locker trying to obtain the same thing. Though Lucian couldn't recall what exactly they both were after in that timeframe, holding a nostalgic expression he was lost in his thoughts upon that day. Trying to figure out what exactly it was they were both after when Carnegie spoke again. ”You’re certainly the last of the big spenders. I take it … business is treating you well Mr. Fletcher? Fruitful shall we say.”
Blinking Lucian drew out of his thoughts, feeling Death's curiosity pushing at his brain to interact with the male as he set his glass of rum down. Letting his fingers tap against the surface as he was silent for a moment before he parted his lips to speak. "Yes and no, I'm a group player nowadays it seems." Stop referencing to what we have been doing these past weeks... It wasn't like Lucian was lying but he mentally shrugged at Death for the simple fact that from the naked eye, he was hanging out with three other people. One being his brother, yet... not. It was strange, being in Damien's presence yet not really being able to talk to him. It caused a strained expression to pull at his features before he twisted back to his drink. Taking hold of it once more and lifted it to his lips, getting a bigger gulp then the first.
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Dec 1, 2019 16:59:48 GMT
Years of dealing with his father’s cronies, of being forced to feign civility through endless events and benefits, Will had long ago gotten to know when he was purposefully being offered the cold shoulder. The thief’s eyes had certainly met his own as he’d spotted Lucian Fletcher in the stretch of mirror behind the bar. Fletcher could play naïve all he wanted but both of them knew that neither of them had been that for quite some time. Their first encounter hadn’t been in at Sunday mass, or even feeding the poor, needy and homeless at a shelter, both of them had been breaking the law and in this town at least, it put them in a very small subset of those who were trying to hide in plain sight in Mystic Falls.
The feigned surprise wasn’t bad though, Will supposed, amusement pulling at his own lips. Fletcher hadn’t held his hands up with an honest ‘you got me guv’. He kept the pretense up, shooting a response right back at him with that quick fire, somewhat lacking wit he’d wielded like a sword the first time they’d run into one another. Shrugging, Will made a low sound in his throat. ”If you’re implying that both will get you drunk, you’re quite right,” Will told him as he turned his own glass in his hand, watching the lights overhead make the whiskey burn like amber. ”If you mean that both will eventually eat through your stomach and rot your guts out, I’d say yours would get you there far ahead of mine.” A faintly arrogant smile had started to work its way onto Will’s lips but as Fletcher crassly brought jacking things and black markets into the conversation it froze on Will’s face. As far as anybody in this town was concerned, he was an upstanding citizen, a gleaming example of what the sheriff’s people should be, cultured, well-mannered and remaining staunchly on the right side of the law.
If he had his way it would remain that way.
Retaining his own manners, Will had mustered up a fresh smirk as he turned towards Lucian. His glass dangled from his fingers, the tip of his tongue sweeping the lingering taste of the whiskey from his lips. A pleasant burn worked its way down his throat as he angle a dark brow at Fletcher. The only group he’d seemed to play well with the last time was his brother but there was no sign of him in the bar tonight. Fletcher was drinking alone. ”I never took you as a team player,” Will said honestly. He lifted his drink, taking another slow sip as he studied the former thief. ”Does this group of yours have business in town? I only ask as my … sideline … shall we say, might put the two of us at odds in that regard. The Sheriff expects all of her people to uphold the law both when they’re on duty and when they’re off of it.” Will smiled guilelessly, shaking his glass in demonstration that at the moment he was most certainly off the clock. That meant plumbing the depths of what mischief the Fletcher brothers might be up to in town was a personal matter far rather than a business one. For the moment at least. All bets were off in the two of them stirred up the sort of trouble that was absolutely unavoidable here.
Blowing out an exasperated breath at the sight of the glass in Fletcher’s hand, Will shook his head. He couldn’t sit there and keep his mouth shut, not when there were a thousand things better in this bar to drink, including the toilet water. Gesturing at the waiter, Will shot the man a disarming smile. ”We’ll take a bottle of the maker’s mark and a fresh glass for my associate here. I couldn’t stand the sight of you swallowing the stuff.” He aimed the last words in Lucian’s direction as he looked back, wincing at the glass that remained in the man’s hand.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2019 7:45:56 GMT
THE GOAL ISN'T TO LIVE FOREVER IT'S TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT WILL
”If you’re implying that both will get you drunk, you’re quite right,” Lucian clicked his tongue as he winked at the male, bringing the rum to his lips as he stared forward. "I'm always right when it comes to my alcohol." He chuckled around his rim, knocking the rum back before setting his glass upon the bartop. Turning his gaze toward the male as he stared hard at his own glass of whiskey before he began to speak again. Since when did he become that guy? Ugh. ”If you mean that both will eventually eat through your stomach and rot your guts out, I’d say yours would get you there far ahead of mine.” This one is arrogant. Death hummed in his ear, which he promptly agreed silently. Not that the male could hear the entity that housed itself inside him. Nobody really could unless it... or rather he spoke through him.
Though there was a certain kind of satisfaction to see that arrogant expression upon his face freeze at the mention of Black Markets. After all, this was a scenario of one thief knowing another. But this one had connections, this one wiped his hands clean of the deed while he was done. He didn't do it for the scores or for the rush. If he did then he'd revel in the chase and watch people around him skitter around trying to figure out who it was that stole from them. When in reality he was there, hidden in plain sight. But this guy, Lucian didn't trust this one as far as he could throw him. We can throw pretty far. Death quipped once more in his ear, causing him to scratch the back of his neck, mentally telling the entity to keep quiet as he watched the detective swivel to face him.
Once more composed as a smirk danced upon the male's lips, causing Lucian's brow to quirk in confusion before he waited. ”I never took you as a team player,” The male spoke honestly, which Lucian bopped his head in agreement. Rolling his brown eyes to sweep along the bar before he leaned back. Twisting in his stool to rest his back against the edge of the bartop. "What gave it away?" He responded, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he gave him a smirk.
”Does this group of yours have business in town? I only ask as my … sideline … shall we say, might put the two of us at odds in that regard. The Sheriff expects all of her people to uphold the law both when they’re on duty and when they’re off of it.” "Oh yeah?" He began condescendingly, glancing at his empty glass before he drew his gaze back to the full of shit male and snorted. An amused laugh escaping his lips as his shoulders rolled into a shrug as he shook his glass.
"Don't worry about what this group I'm with is doing, it's abiding the law by not letting you know." He spoke coyly before watching him twist around toward the waiter. "We’ll take a bottle of the maker’s mark and a fresh glass for my associate here. I couldn’t stand the sight of you swallowing the stuff.” That was when Lucian laughed looking at his empty glass that was now curled in his hand before shrugging, watching as the waiter began to pour him a new glass with the alcohol William had ordered.
"When you're a borderline alcoholic anything with a proof can be swallowed." Especially to numb that pesky feeling of loneliness inside. Though that wasn't why he was drinking, today... he was just taking it easy. Because regardless of his protesting Death seemed to have triggered a date to get through his "phase." "So what brings the cat burglar to this small ass town anyway?"
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Jan 3, 2020 19:36:06 GMT
Superiority had always been one his father’s least appealing qualities. Every time he heard Dalton’s voice echoing in his own Will grimaced in disgust internally but when dealing with people like the Fletchers, people who’d managed to throw a spanner in his personal do-gooding works it was difficult to shove Dalton’s attitude right out of his mouth. Will snorted faintly, returning the thief’s wink with an eyeroll. ”You say it like it’s a matter of pride,” he crooned. Being right about the bottom shelf gut rot never should’ve been but when your light fingers were quite as good at netting you the goods Will supposed you would have to settle. The Fletchers were, after all, borne of another ilk, one that didn’t come with a dubious trust fund and an upper east side address. Money brought you privilege in almost every way, including the sort that came in magnums and barrels of exquisite whiskey that took decades to take on their perfection. ”It’s not a contest though, is it Mr. Fletcher?” Will’s smile was faintly catty around the edges as he glanced down at the amber liquid swimming in Lucian’s glass.
It had only been one when they’d both been vying for the same thing and then Mr. Gut Rot had come away with the goods.
Will’s pride still stung faintly over it, turning into a cold, icy sensation as Lucian began to try and air their particularly brand of dirty laundry in the Grill for all and sundry with super hearing to catch. He could’ve muttered a few words of a spell and had Lucian’s mouth locking shut but that was a bigger red flag here than the thief’s loose tongued words. Mustering up a smirk Will had turned to face him, taking another little polite swipe at the man. Fletcher agreed this time at least, bopping his head before he started to look along the bar. He twisted in his seat, leaning back against the bar. Humming faintly in consideration Will gestured with his glass, indicating the form of the man beside him. ”The lone wolf attitude, the winning personality that I’m sure always has others warming to you.” Other than his brother Will had no clue why others would want to work for the two. Surely they’d realise the Fletchers would stab them in the back as quickly as they would offer a helping hand.
Worrying more about the messes he’d have to clean up in exchange for his own indiscretions being kept quiet, Will took a long draught of his drink. Forbes had been happy enough to have a big city detective join her team. He doubted she’d be happy about a thief adding to her cases as quickly as he was solving others. ”Yes,” Will answered stiffly. He forced his lips into a thin smile as Fletcher began to laugh. Will sighed, shoulders slumping as he shook his head. ”The absence of the truth isn’t the same thing,” he countered. He’d still be able to tell if it had been Lucian Fletcher’s mucky paws on anything. He knew the man in part, had seen him work and that was more than enough. If Fletcher had any sense he’d keep his business and pleasure far enough apart that another department would have to deal with it. Getting things back on the right foot, Will ordered this time, making certain he wasn’t going to be stuck with the gut rot. ”Can isn’t the same thing as should,” Will said, making the words sound pained. He sighed as the waiter walked away, leaving them the bottle and some privacy. ”A fresh start,” he admitted. ”Some of us are happy to take one when it’s offered. Mystic Falls needed a crack detective. Do we need a … what is it you’re calling yourself these days?” His brows drew together as he looked Lucian’s way.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2020 14:20:38 GMT
THE GOAL ISN'T TO LIVE FOREVER IT'S TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT WILL
”You say it like it’s a matter of pride,” the male crooned. Which prompted Lucian to roll his eyes as his brown eyes rested upon the amber color of his alcohol. "And you say it like it's not, can't a man love his alcohol or is that not a thing? Maybe for you fancy folk, but for starving men like me. Shit like this is gold." He snorted, wiggling his drink before drawing it toward his lips. Tilting his glass back as he felt the cool liquid warm down his throat. Before hie hissed through his teeth, running his warm tongue along his bottom lip. Moistening the dry areas.
”It’s not a contest though, is it Mr. Fletcher?” Brown eyes lifted to see that catty smile of Williams before his lips parted, an amused snort escaping his nostrils as the corners of his lips twisted upward. "If it were a contest, Carnegie. Let's just say I have an ace somewhere you wouldn't really expect." I really wish you'd stop hinting that I am hosted with you. But Lucian simply shrugged as he drew his attention back to his glass before him. The quack detective could think about what he liked about it. Didn't mean he knew a lick of what Lucian was doing here... nor what his brother was up to as well. Not that Lucian knew, Damien had parted his ways a long while ago when he had chased that tail that he too had been entangled with for some time to get his brother out of whatever compellment she placed him under. Now... however? He hardly saw him, it still ate at him. The void feeling of his little brother not being around nor needing him, but he pushed past that. Sort of. Self medicating with alcohol, well that was until he met Delphine. Right now? He was sort of waiting on her to get off work, probably spring up a date through text in a hurry before Death could muster up the need to take control of his hands.
You mortals always assume that I will always do something for your torment, I am not my siblings. I merely observe as I am now with this arrogant warlock before you. Catching the glint of the male's glass as it glittered underneath the light of the fixtures overhead, swaying in his line of peripheral as he drew his own glass to his lips. Sarcastically on what gave way to the fact that he wasn't much of a team player. ”The lone wolf attitude, the winning personality that I’m sure always has others warming to you.” "Awww, you like me. Sorry kitten burglar, I'm currently into this tattoo artist. You don't exactly have her ass." A shit eating grin pulled at the elder Fletcher's lips as he drew his attention toward the detective. Swiveling around to face the male fully as he listened to his inquiry, causing the hunter to snort amused. Feeling the primordial within him sigh in annoyance at this exchange of socialism.
Watching as Will's shoulders slump as he shook his head, answering his condescending retort to his bullshit of an inquiry. ”The absence of the truth isn’t the same thing,” "Can't get the truth if it's not given there champ. So you don't know what's truth and what's a lie. I could be going to an AA meeting or just hanging out with a couple of people bowling. You know, boring under the radar stuff. But since you're "a quack detective"," He air quoted the word as he emphasized his tone. Leaning back quite comfortably against the bar's counter.
"I don't feel comfortable talking to a detective that is shady enough to hide the fact that he's the very person that his ex wife is investigating. Pretty ballsy, lying to somebody you love but what do I know right? I'm just that guy you could throw away under lock and key, but at the end of the day i'd be let out. Why? Because you don't have dirt on me, the shit i stole from you I've already given to my provider and that douchebag is nowhere in your sights... nor do you know his name. Just what he goes by." Drawing his right hand to the side, his fingers curled around his glass. Bringing it to his lips as his brows lifted at the male's drawn browed gaze.
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Feb 10, 2020 19:06:50 GMT
As Fletcher rolled his eyes, Will let out a low dubious sound. Functional alcoholics were a dime a dozen on the upper East side. If you weren’t carousing six out of seven nights a week then you were tipping it back at home. Bottles of Chateau Lafite Rothschild and Dom Perignon. It was as natural as breathing, if you were determined to leave your liver looking like a shriveled bit of shoe leather by the time you hit fifty. A tan from the tropics could do wonders but even that wouldn’t hide that telltale yellow glow of a failing liver. Will studied his fellow thief’s profile. ”I Imagine quite a number of my fancy folk, as you so sweetly put it, would agree with loving alcohol. It just comes back to the quality of, how did you did just put it? Your shit?” Will grimaced at the word, grimacing again as Lucian drew his gaze to the glass.
Honestly, it hurt just to look at the stuff. Fletcher could love on it all he wanted, at the end of the day it would burn a hole through his gut regardless, the man would just enjoy it doing so. They said that though, didn’t they, that they were determined to enjoy it while it lasted. Personally he hoped it all lasted quite a while, he still had plenty of items on his radar and a burning need to get as many as possible back to the right hands before it either came crashing down around his ears or ended in a far bloodier way. Will pushed the thought away with more sugared words from the tip of his tongue as Lucian compared what the two of them were drinking. He arched a dark brow at Lucian as he dragged his gaze back up from his glass. ”You mean you’ve got a master brewer lurking someway to save you from that stuff? It would be a small mercy.” That obviously wasn’t what Fletcher had meant though. The man had always seemed keen to turn the situation between them into some sort of competition, only now they were squabbling over something far less valuable.
If there was anybody that he thought Fletcher would side with it would be his own brother. The two thick as the proverbial but dangling the news that he was a true team player now changed his opinion on it slightly. Will dangled the compliment of the man’s lone wolf attitude in the air as surely as he did his glass. He tilted his head back faintly as Fletcher cooed, snorting as he watched the light play through the amber depths. ”I think we should get you a dictionary,” he said kindly. ”Make sure you know what liking means.” Tattoo artist, eh? Will turned his head slowly, his smirk growing as he met the man’s shit eating grin. ”I take it that would be the young lady who set up premises on the square. She has quite an eye.” At least as far as the art he had seen through the window had revealed. He let his words hang, made sure Fletcher could read between the lines on the fact that she might have had a decent ass too.
Of course, he hadn’t gone studying too many of those. Not while he was still lovesick over another. Absolutely his own fault, he knew that and it might come back to bite him on his perfectly fantastic ass again. Will shook his head slowly, keeping it ticking back and forth as Fletcher tried to educate him on the truth. ”If you were heading to an AA Meeting then I’d say it wasn’t working for you in the least. Some of us do have an ear for the truth and we can tell when we’re getting nothing but bull about ‘boring’ stuff.” He lifted his free hand, making air quotes right back at Fletch, ignoring the slight in the man’s words. Will’s hand dropped away as Fletcher decided to throw the truth right out there, his expression going brittle as he stared at Fletcher. ”Somebody’s decided to dig where he shouldn’t,” Will said coolly. ”Especially when he knows nothing about what he’s spouting.” Turning in his seat, Will settled an elbow back on the bar, his blue eyes hard and flinty now. ”If you think all of this is over what you stole then you’re sadly mistaken Mr. Fletcher. I’ve moved on and I suggest you do too if you think that throwing my ex-wife in my face is going to win you any brownie points with me.” Keeping Zoey out of this in the first place had been the only way he’d known to keep her safe. He’d given up his marriage to do it and had paid a heavy price.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2020 22:39:57 GMT
THE GOAL ISN'T TO LIVE FOREVER IT'S TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT WILL
”I think we should get you a dictionary,” Will spoke, staring his drink. ”Make sure you know what liking means.” "I know what liking means, you dumb ass. But that was rhetorical assumption. I honestly don't give a flying fuck if you like me or not. Legit just here for the beer." He spoke, wiggling his glass before knocking it back, gesturing for another one.
He watched as the detective twisted in his seat to look at him, which prompted Lucian to slowly tap his finger upon the rim of his glass. ”I take it that would be the young lady who set up premises on the square. She has quite an eye.” "That's the one. Small petite, french wielding... fire.... spitfire. Heh." No need to exploit what Death had revealed to him, granted the placing of words didn't go unnoticed. In fact, he decided to throw one back in good jest as he leaned back. Stretching as he set his glass upon the bar top.
"Should tell your ex that low cut blouses do her some good in the field. Gets her targets distracted while she sinks in for the kill." He smirked as his fingers drew around his glass, his sarcasm was thick tonight as was his tolerance for dealing with. Did William consider him his rival? Nah... pretty boy couldn't pull off rugged and leather all in one go without looking like some barbarian straight out of a Conan comic.
”If you were heading to an AA Meeting then I’d say it wasn’t working for you in the least. Some of us do have an ear for the truth and we can tell when we’re getting nothing but bull about ‘boring’ stuff.” "Once again a rhetorical comment." He spoke pursing his lips together in amusement as he looked at the male with a quirked brow. Gesturing him with a wave of his hand.
"Regardless if you Feds have some ear for the truth, guys like me still don't trust guys like you. Sooo you can deal with my bull about boring stuff, Clark Kent. You ain't getting shit outta me, I'm a Fletcher not your mother." He commented, a grin pulling at his signifying that hey. Lucian didn't have ill intent behind his words, well... yet. But he also was being honest. He really didn't trust the guy as far as he could throw him. Probably why he had the information he had on the guy, because he was all about that saying "keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Which he hinted toward the male, watching that expression shift under that guise the male seemed to have had. All the while Lucian was waiting for that other shoe to drop.
”Somebody’s decided to dig where he shouldn’t,” Lucian smirked, a boastful laugh escaping his lips as his hand reached up. Scratching that five o'clock shadow he had. ”Especially when he knows nothing about what he’s spouting.” "Sounds like I do if you're giving me the slow turn and lean against the bar glare of yours. Relax, Robin Hood. No need to get your tights in a twist over the fact that I make sure to know exactly who it is that is trying, yes trying to contend with me. It's okay, I'd be jealous of me too. That was a joke, by the way." Knocking his drink back again, he hissed at the slow burn before he twisted around to meet the male's gaze with a smug one of his own.
William didn't know how much he knew, what ace he had up his sleeve. Granted Death always liked to be a bit of an ass when he asked for help. I much rather not be caught in this squabble. ”If you think all of this is over what you stole then you’re sadly mistaken, Mr. Fletcher. I’ve moved on and I suggest you do too if you think that throwing my ex-wife in my face is going to win you any brownie points with me.” Lucian blinked at William, before laughing. Leaning over and slapping his knee as he pointed at him, shaking his head. "See, you only know what I want you to know. But cool it pretty boy, I don't care about earning brownie points for you, I just want you to get out of my business, what I am doing right now is none of your business. Just as you pretending to be a good detective is yours. Legit as I said, I'm here for the beer."
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on Mar 22, 2020 16:04:57 GMT
Like him? Will couldn’t help it, he’d almost laughed at the thought. What had been between him and the thief from the start had very much been the opposite of the word. If he’d been a little more crass, a little closer to the Fletchers’ level, perhaps there would’ve been a faint appeal. Something between absolute ignorance and acquaintanceship maybe. Lucian’s beating him to the punch had coloured what was there from the start though, leaving the two of them more like opponents in a ring, swinging at one another until a blow landed. Will smirked, lifting his glass to his lips to take a sip. ”But the thought I might made you happy. Admit it Fletcher, just for a moment…” It was a cheap shot, not even a tickle in the grand scheme of things. The girl on the other hand… Will knew that blue had landed. Fletcher wasn’t showing it outwardly, just that slow tap of his finger on the rim of his glass, but women were always a way to a man’s heart. He shook his head just the once, blue eyes remaining on Lucian’s face. ”I never took you for the spitfire type. She sounds … delightful. My French is a little rusty admittedly, but I always appreciate a chance to try it out. She’s good with a needle you said?” Not that he’d ever mar himself with a tattoo. It would’ve been the sort of teen rebellion that would’ve left Dalton seething but he’d outgrown that phase soon enough.
The anger that had first burst out of him when he’d discovered what his father was up to was still there though, burning for a different reason as Fletcher took the opportunity to jab back with Zoey. He could’ve had that glass shattering in the man’s face with barely an ounce of effort. Will felt the tightness start in the base of his throat as he bit the words back. He knew that Zoey could quite easily take care of herself if this idiot dared to make the same suggestion to her. ”That’s just proof that you need to broaden your horizons, Lucian,” Will managed coolly. ”Most women don’t have to flash cleavage, now I know your average bar wench, or whatever your normal type is might, but in my ex-wife’s line of work, brains will get here where she needs to go every time. I wonder whether she knows you and your equally light fingered brother are here in town?” They would be a distraction at least, something to keep Zoey occupied until Fitz finished crying wolf and let her go back to New York.
The self-control he held in an iron grip almost snapped again. Will rubbed his thumb over the side of his glass, the pad of it blanching with the pressure as he breathed slow to get his grip back again. His smile was almost cold as he shot it back, even with Fletcher’s grin softening the edge of it the barb about his mother had stuck. ”Lucky for you, you’re not,” he managed through gritted teeth. ”She had terrible taste in men and an absolute deaf ear for lies. You, on the other hand, seem to pride yourself on the bullshit meter. You’re calling it on me right now and I can tell you, Fletcher, it’s broken.” His on the other hand was well tuned to the man’s line of bullshit. Fletcher thought he had the truth now but the man wouldn’t know it unless it was biting him on the ass. Will clucked his tongue as he twisted towards the man. Lucian was obviously taking great delight in showing off how much he knew. His lips curved in that grin that was stretched tight as a spring. ”Egos are never something to joke about,” he crooned. He reached out, patted the man’s shoulder. ”If this gives you a feeling of superiority, then take it.” The while you can hung in the air afterwards.
Eventually karma would catch up with the thief. Then Lucian would be pontificating from behind bars. It was a thought that honestly bought a smile to his face. Zoey could still make it happen. Once she had her teeth into the Fletchers she’d make pitbulls look like pussy cats. Letting out a long breath, Will lifted both hands in a sign of absolute surrender, as though he’d ever lay down about the whole thing. ”Pretending’s a little sharp,” Will crooned, reaching for his own drink. If he really wanted to pick apart the man’s life, he could, but Fletcher had never been big time enough to register on his own radar. He was a bottom feeder, as his beer clearly indicated. ”Perhaps we make ourselves a little deal here, Lucian…” Will let the name almost slur out with his gentle croon. ”I won’t use what you see as my subpar detective skills to find out what you’re up to and you keep your nose out of what Agent Washington is up to here in town.” Neither one of their words was honestly any good but if he did go poking around the man’s business he didn’t want Zoey paying for it.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 2:24:18 GMT
THE GOAL ISN'T TO LIVE FOREVER IT'S TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT WILL
The bravado of this guy was astounding. The fact that he was trying to do the whole my horse was bigger than your horse gag was redundant. Literally, he was here for the beer, and here was the detective he stole from. Breathing down his neck trying to get him to reveal shit that wasn't his business to know. Some detective. Mortals always so forward and demeaning as this one? Worst. Lucian thought as he swiveled his drink around, snorting at the fact that Carney thought that trying to jab into his newfound feelings for Delphine would affect him in the way that obviously the agent the ass was pining after was affected. But unlike William, Lucian said what he said and honestly had nothing to deny. So when the detective began to prod him again, he simply chuckled bringing his glass to his lips as brown eyes danced around the establishment.
”I never took you for the spitfire type. She sounds … delightful. My French is a little rusty admittedly, but I always appreciate a chance to try it out. She’s good with a needle you said?” Lucian's brows furrowed before he twisted around, tilting his head to the side before he leaned against the bar. Lifting his glass as his index and middle finger pointed at him in a gesture of go ahead. "Tell you what, I'll set up a day for you to meet her only if you get the tattoo chump on your forehead." He rolled his eyes, knocking his drink back and set his glass upon the bar top. "But I don't own her, she's a woman that is capable of making her own decisions. You know what those are right? Decisions or should i speak neanderthal, Carney?" Swiveling around in his stool he waved the bartender down for another refill. Though he could tell by his lack of attempt to address a mild observation of Zoey that effected Will as he grew silent. The only noise being the bustle of people around them before he spoke once more.
”That’s just proof that you need to broaden your horizons, Lucian,” he spoke through his teeth. Causing Lucian to hold his hands up as he tried not to laugh, looking at him in mock surrender. ”She had terrible taste in men and an absolute deaf ear for lies. You, on the other hand, seem to pride yourself on the bullshit meter. You’re calling it on me right now and I can tell you, Fletcher, it’s broken.” "Careful, Carney. One of those tastes were you. But seeing she has terrible taste in men, I figured since you're going to try to hit up my girl that I'd hit up yours. Only fair right?" He jabbed, leaning against the bar top as he looked at William. His bullshit meter was just fine, after all. The detective seemed to be eating it up and thinking he was being serious if he was going to go for Zoey Washington. Not that she wasn't pretty, because she was. Lucian just was more into a petite brunette that had a smile that could quite literally outmatch the sun. Unlike the detective, Fletcher knew a good thing when he had it and he wasn't stupid enough to leave it. Not that he didn't keep tabs on the detective or anything, well that was short of a lie. He kept tabs on a lot of people that would have valuable items later on.
”Egos are never something to joke about,” Will crooned, causing Lucian to snort as he looked at him. Fingers curling around his glass once more as his shoulders lifted. Letting out a grunt when the male patted him on the shoulder as if they were getting chummy. ”If this gives you a feeling of superiority, then take it.” "I am not the one that thinks he has an untouchable libido and has to have the last word, probably why you're divorced." Grinning around the rim of his glass, he took a sip of his drink before he set it down upon the coaster in front of him. Patting William's shoulder right back.
"But don't worry, I'll let you take it." He spoke as he twisted around. Resting his back upon the bar top's edge as he took in the patron's that were filling the bar. Laughing as he spoke a manner of opinion on his part. Amused at the fact that Will went silent before lifting his hands in "surrender". ”Pretending’s a little sharp,” There he was again. Thinking he still had the upper hand. If only this man knew the fact that he was the host of a primordial that could easily remove his existence. Though the thought danced in his head briefly, he watched the detective grab his drink. Taking a sip as if he quite possibly knew something that he didn't.
He believes that he could pick apart your life if he chose to, such... dark thoughts for a man that is supposed to be by the law. Death hummed in Lucian's head, which prompted the thief to bop his head in agreement. ”Perhaps we make ourselves a little deal here, Lucian…” "Don't make deals with feds." He stated before he could even say anything. Swiveling around to face the bar again. Knocking his drink back as William continued.
”I won’t use what you see as my subpar detective skills to find out what you’re up to and you keep your nose out of what Agent Washington is up to here in town.” A slow grin pulled at his lips as he slapped the bar, then pointed at William as he slid off the stool. Amused at his "deal". Almost tempted to play along, but if there was one thing Fletcher's knew about. It was the fact that Feds were all slimy, backstabbing son's of a bitches. There was no special case, no good guy in the field. No. There was always that big BUT. "That's the thing, Carney. What i'm doing is not a secret. It's just none of your business. But I should head out now, can't keep my brother waiting on another." He trailed off gasping as he pulled on his jacket. Putting his hand mockingly to his mouth in his fake gasp. "Another heist, somebody call the cat burglar slash detective to come and cuff us away. We'd be out before the night is through. See ya, Carney... oh sorry Carnegie." Finger gunning him, he made an attempt to leave the bar after slapping a bill on the bar top for his bill.
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WILLIAM CARNEGIE
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Age:
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It's Complicated
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Zoey Washington
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Last seen May 11, 2024 19:24:12 GMT
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Post by WILLIAM CARNEGIE on May 15, 2020 18:39:29 GMT
Not every man was as easy as Dalton when it came to women but the moment any man had one that he truly felt something for, she had him by the short and curlies. It had certainly been that way the moment Zoey had gotten under his skin. There’d been an element of playing hard to get at first but it hadn’t taken long for him to realise it wasn’t a game to her, she truly hadn’t liked him in that way, hadn’t trusted him given him reputation. He’d had to work for it, in a far harder way than he was with his fellow thief now. Proof and not the sort that came with a smirk and those catty little jibes that were enough to have Fletcher chuckling. It didn’t last long though, those dark brows were furrowing the moment the man slithered around on his stool.
For a moment Will wondered whether he’d swing at him but Fletcher had a little more restraint than that. Will crossed his blue eyes to stare at the gesturing fingers before they rose back up. Making a low crooning noise, Will chuckled at him. He raised his hand, smoothing his fingers over his brow. ”In that case I really would have to insist you first,” he said, amused. ”I was thinking of something a little classier, a little somewhere more private.” He dropped his tone at that, never intending to let a single drop of ink anywhere near his skin. Giving a little sound of surprise, he nodded, quite serious despite his inclination to smirk. ”Oh, quite, I just never imagined the sort with a brain between her ears would be your sort. Women are always far more appealing when they’re capable of making decisions of their own, capable of standing up against the more idiotic sex.” He didn’t react to the use of the word Neanderthal. Even if he could quite easily have translated Fletcher’s brand of it for the wider public though.
There was always that brutishness about him, that rough around the edges nature that had put him on edge the first time he’d set eyes on the man. His own edges had been smoothed off, polished to the point of being slick at first glance. Undoubtedly that was what most of them had blamed after his divorce. The wife had grown tired of those slick ways. Will’s jaw bunched as Fletcher twisted things back on him and brought Zoey into this. The hands that went up in mock surrender would’ve been swiped out of the air if they’d been anywhere private. Will ignored the snarky play on his hand and smiled, icy cold, the expression not fading as Fletcher warned him. ”Exactly,” he crooned as he lifted his glass and downed the remnants in it. Blue eyes fell to the bar as he set it down with a chink. ”It leaves me particularly well placed to say go ahead and try it. You hitting Zoey up is opening the sort of can of worms that might result in you rolling around behind bars attempting to pick your balls out of your teeth. My girl, as she hasn’t been in some time now, isn’t the sort who takes well to being toyed with.” There’d been no real intention on his part to put the moves on Fletcher’s girl but jealousy was the sort of beast that didn’t take well to prodding.
Letting out a long breath Will reached for the bottle and opened the cap of it to pour himself another dose of liquor as his hand fell away from Fletcher’s shoulder. The laugh that rolled out of him as the amber liquid splashed up the sides of the glass was almost booming. ”I’m not the one who thinks he knows everything about things that have happened behind closed doors,” he murmured back. He left the cap off the bottle this time. ”You’ve obviously been reading too many gossip magazines if you think my libido had anything to do with it.” Cheating had never been close to the truth and the last word … well, in a way that was the issue, he’d never give it, choosing silence instead. Lifting his hand off the glass, Will spread his fingers in the air, letting Fletcher have it.
He didn’t bother turning as the man did, holding his hands up in surrender as Fletcher took another swipe instead. After they’d parted ways that first time he’d taken a little glimpse into the records they had on the Fletcher brothers, now it felt as though a deeper look might be required … off the books. ”Well,” Will breathed as he propped an elbow on the edge of the bar and turned to look at the man beside him. ”That’s the first of your fallacies here. I’m not a fed. My ex-wife on the other hand … she has the big guns these days.” And she’d turned them on him. He smothered a sigh at the thought, straightening up enough to grab for his glass instead. Will peeled a finger off the glass to aim it at Lucian as he looked at the man over the top of it. ”You didn’t say it was none of hers …” he said, poking around between the lines. Chuckling, Will looked away, sipping at his drink. ”One of these days one of those jokes is going to wear thin enough to actually have me running you in, Fletcher. I’d start moisturizing your wrists now, I hear the cuffs can really chafe.” He glanced at the bar as Fletcher put money down to pay his bill. ”So that’s a date with you and your … lady friend for the tattoo then? How about I give you number and we set it up for next week?” Will’s smile twitched crookedly as he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and retrieved his business card. He held his hand up, the expensive cream stock held between two fingers.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2020 9:57:31 GMT
THE GOAL ISN'T TO LIVE FOREVER IT'S TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT WILL
The elder Fletcher was rather amused that the detective slash cat burglar was staring at him expectantly. Almost as if he was calculating that Lucian would rough him up. Instead, he crooned. Wagging his index finger and middle toward the male and stated he'd set up a time for the asshat to meet her. He trusted Delphine, he didn't have to trust guys like William Carnegie. ”In that case, I really would have to insist you first,” Will spoke amused, causing Lucian to tilt his head up with a mild sneer. I think this mortal's sarcasm rivals yours, Fletcher. Shuddup. Lucian snapped at the primordial as his brown eyes narrowed at the blue eyed male.
”I was thinking of something a little classier, a little somewhere more private.” That was where Lucian snorted at his lowered voice. Taking a sip of his drink as he glanced away. Taking a sip of his drink. Their bantering of who was the better man, each horse bigger than the last caused Death to groan in annoyance. Tired of the triviality of the conversation as Lucian seemed to add fuel to the fire as he stated if the male was to try to take on his girl it was only fair he does the same for his own. ”It leaves me particularly well placed to say go ahead and try it. You hitting Zoey up is opening the sort of can of worms that might result in you rolling around behind bars attempting to pick your balls out of your teeth. My girl, as she hasn’t been in some time now, isn’t the sort who takes well to being toyed with.” "Yeah?" Lucian inquired, leaning back against his seat. Setting his glass down to steeple his hands together. Thumbs tapping together before gesturing toward Will with a cocky ass smirk. "Sort of like you're picking at yours on trying to get her back, seeing you have that same defensiveness that I have for Delphine. But unlike you, I'm not worried about you trying to flirt with her. Because of the fact I trust her, can I same for Zoey trusting you?" Tapping his chin, he pretended to think before he grinned at the detective. Running his tongue along his bottom lip. His nose wrinkling as he leaned forward, lowering his voice.
"Let's not answer that, for your reputation sake." Listening to the male laugh as he reached to grab the bottle of booze, thankful that he had removed his hand from his shoulder as he poured himself a glass. ”I’m not the one who thinks he knows everything about things that have happened behind closed doors,” the male murmured. Causing Fletcher to snort as he drew his attention back toward his drink.
If only the warlock new. Death hummed, causing Lucian to smirk to himself rather amused at the notion. Since he had Death hosting his body, he did know almost everything that Death allowed to happen behind closed doors. He was everywhere and anywhere all at once. It was.. honestly weird and... convenient. ”You’ve obviously been reading too many gossip magazines if you think my libido had anything to do with it.”
"Must be those brains you claimed she had, she figured out you weren't in her league and quite possibly dumped your ass. Or," he paused. Knocking back his drink, wagging his finger at Will as he cast a gaze at him, head tilted to the side. "You weren't honest, granted I've expressed mostly what I've done to Delphine." Well minus the hunter bit and the fact that hey. By the way, I have the horseman known as Death hosting my body. Do you still want to hook up? Hook up? Letting out an exasperated sigh. Sometimes he was sad that his thoughts were no longer private.
As Will tried to strike up a deal, Lucian shot it down that he didn't make deal with Feds. ”Well,” Carnegie breathed. Propping his elbow upon the edge of the bar top, swiveling to face Lucian. Who glanced at him from the side. Arrogant prick. ”That’s the first of your fallacies here. I’m not a fed. My ex-wife on the other hand … she has the big guns these days.” "Oooo scary." Lucian mocked, pushing his glass away from him as he sat straight up on his stool. Fixing to leave, stating what he did on his own time with his brother and others was none of his damn concern.
”You didn’t say it was none of hers …” There was a flash in Lucian's stance as he seemed to hold himself more properly. "And I said before that it is none of your concern upon my habits, Mr. Carnegie." Death spoke, adjusting the collar of his shirt. Not really liking the fact that Lucian wore casual clothes. Finding formal attire much more comfortable. Glancing at the bill that Lucian slapped down before Death watched the male also glanced toward it then back at him. His chin lifted, dark eyes narrowing as his head tilted to the side.
”One of these days one of those jokes is going to wear thin enough to actually have me running you in, Fletcher. I’d start moisturizing your wrists now, I hear the cuffs can really chafe.” "Perhaps you should worry more so about your reliance toward a person you claim to love yet lie to repeatedly instead of calling the kettle black when you yourself are just as black as I am, William. I suggest you too as well moisturize your wrists, it would seem sooner or later you and Fl... and I will be adjourning the bars together sooner or later." Death spoke with a corner of his lips twitching upward in a forced smile. Disregarding the male's last jab, Death dipped his head in farewell.
"Farewell, Mr. Carnegie."
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