Lionhearted

B l e a k C e n t a u r i

Aw, this was such a beautifully set-up roleplay.

[HIGH CASUAL] Gods Among Men

I present you here, probably to your dismay; unobscured by thrive & rivalry; a message to all I convey; sincere hearts I hold dearly; I speak to any Sentient Being faithfully; conceit & evil; which of mines I have washed away; left behind me, buried & heal; I destroyed that past of mine one day; many with arrogance pray; cold wishes to send a good soul to harm & slaughter; yet I present a better weapon here; a sword of enlightenment; of any tradition; clan or order a sword of wisdom; well guarded made to slay the wicked, evil and against the light; to heal the past wounds of those weak in spirit; to stand back up! muster strength & fight! In a quick moment; inspiration can rise from forces unseen; yet don't be deceived; some evil rose from an ancient light; a moment even our Creator had not foreseen; whom is proficient & wise; clever yet not foul; has many chanced; one graceful act fuels the spirit of many; whom is simple yet no fool; a good heart yet nobody's tool; has a spirit to fight aplenty; we are the prisoners of an act; a cult of words of blame; someday; we'll have our chance; I await our sword of flame...

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Humility, charity, chastity, gratitude, temperance, patience, diligence.

The words chime with purity, though remain with a certain unfamiliarity when read by the average human. Each word, regardless if they’re read individually or as a whole, bring forth realization and, at many times, guilt. They are known by most of us, but forgotten through each action that resembles their counterparts. Still, even encouraged by those deemed religious(or some would say forced), these sacred attributes aren’t even practiced by the gods as much as they should be. But in what ways are these traits valued, and why are they held highly? It is simple: vainglory, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth. It’s these that many would say corrupt mankind. But surely, as time has progressed, the extremities have differed. It’s okay to want a little more, it’s okay to be a little lustful, it’s okay to be a little lazy, but the scales are hard to balance, but it’s balance that allows for prosperity. But to accept the sinful ways of humankind, supposedly forgiven through prayer and confession; that is how they have become forgotten—it is how they have become unfamiliar. Such methods help to assume they are easily washed away from hands stained by these seven deadly sins, but such simplicity does not exist. Especially to seven individuals in particular.

This story is much more than just the seven deadly sins. Yes, it revolves around this main factor, but on an axis that has become shaken through failure, and that is where the story remains. But the story thus far goes as follows:

The seven deadly sins are what haunt mankind in ways that they don’t acknowledge well enough. It was at the dawn of mankind in which these traits were imbued within humans and their many descendants, and it was the gods that sought to help this creation, however corrupt, yet beautiful these humans lived. But their presence within the mortal world came at a cost. A god would take form within mankind, but linked to a specific deadly sin—seven deadly sins, seven gods among men. There are legends engraved in ancient architecture, deciphered by the gods disciples, and it’s these disciples that guided the reincarnations of the gods.

And through the presence of the gods within the mortal realm, it then welcomed the demi-gods as a result. The disciples, religious mortals tied to the mythical realm, worked well to muster these demi-gods and train them properly with their gifts. The disciples suggested summoning certain mythical creatures to allow for proper training of the demi-gods. And thus, the two realms were further intertwined. But the demi-gods are only but a small role in the advancement of the seven gods themselves.

It’s true, each god within the mortal realm still remains immortal, but they are not capable of avoiding death. Once they have passed, a new god is presented into the world and the disciples search for the reincarnation of the linked deadly sin, using a compass that guides their way to them. But this hasn’t been required of the disciples for hundreds of years until one enraged day.

The gods are at constant struggle with their associated sin. They are immensely gifted, with strengths no human could even imagine, but they are cursed by sin as punishment for dwelling within a mortal realm. It doesn’t take long to learn how to maintain the balance, but there are some sins in particular that are hard to overcome, and there are some gods that are easily persuaded. It was a mistake for Ares to be born within the mortal world, especially associated with wrath. His abilities were strong enough already, but with the imbuement of wrath, it presented an entire array of devastating power. The disciples failed to stray him from his deadly sin, and it had consumed him.

Hundreds of years passed in which the six other gods, and their loyal demi-gods, had made it their duty to defend humanity against him. Each demi-god had a certain loyalty that either went towards the six gods, or to Ares himself. Since Ares was unjust, evil, and corrupt, it was forbidden to pledge one's loyalty to him, but some were consumed by their own human-born sins. And thus created a divide within this estranged realm.

Ares was extremely powerful. He had slain many reincarnations, welcoming in more and more gods and more and more demi-gods as a result. The gods and their efforts were successful in fending him off, but it was causing an unnecessary amount of warfare.

It was on one particular day in which both sides had prepared for a battle of the death. Ares did not belong in the mortal realm, nor did he belong with the power of wrath living in his shadow. This battle was hard-fought and lasted long enough for mankind to question such horrific activity. It ended in a blast casted by Ares, destroying the 6 other gods in the process. It was a devastating defeat for all that is good, and a glorious victory for Ares and his followers. Such a battle was masked to be a nuclear bomb, hiding the intense battle.

While the six new gods would come into the world, it left humanity unguarded until these new gods would become trained well enough to stand against Ares. The demi-gods were all that were left, and so they were trained more rigorously to fulfill the shoes of the gods until the new ones could take place. But Ares was far more powerful than the demi-gods. The demi-gods performed with bravery, but each battle they would eventually become assigned to would only be a death sentence. And thus, the demi-gods lived fearfully, yet the bravest among them faced their fate as it is known to be their duty. The prayers of those within this realm cry out with sadness, fright, and every bit of pleading hope they can muster. When will the gods come back to join them? When will they come back to become reinstated as defenders of the world?

And it’s you that they’re waiting for.

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This is just the premise of the story. I want to see how much interest I can get based on this to further write out the contents of the roleplay. I know my writing can be wordy and unclear at times_{heh heh}, so here's a list of things you should've gotten from the premise!

• Demi-gods exist in this world, but are nowhere near as powerful as the reincarnated gods themselves.
• The gods/demi-gods/mythological beings within the mortal world are kept hidden and secret from humanity. Nobody knows they exist.
• The disciples are connected with the mythological realm and are taught to be people of guidance for the mythological beings. They are, in fact, mortals, but have been descended to pursue a sacred duty since the dawn of time. Some disciples, though, are actual mythological creatures from the mythological realm.
• Your character will be a reincarnation of one of the six gods. You may choose your god as well as your chosen sin. Please refrain from claiming anything until the OOC is posted!
• I'm going to be starting the roleplay with the characters being welcomed to Ithaca Glen. This is the area in which the demi-gods, mythological creatures, gods, etc. train and dwell. It's hidden by the powers of Hecate and people can be transported there through a trinket in which the disciples have. This area is shielded and hidden by the outside world, and it safely holds all of the gifts and magical items that the gods left for them.
• Every character will be around the same age, and I'm thinking of having everyone be in their early twenties when they enter this roleplay. The character's backstory will end with their meeting of a disciple, and the roleplay will start with the entrance of the new-found gods. Somewhere in each character's life they've had some form of acknowledgement of their associated sin. They must have overcome in some way so that it doesn't hinder the course of the roleplay to a great extent, but the presence of it is still there.
• Each character has extreme importance within this world. The demi-gods will be astonished at the announcement that the new gods have been found.

There's a lot to cover, but I'll get into it if I have the right amount of interest and release that content in the OOC! There's creatures, places, mythical items, the NPCS (teachers, disciples, etc.). I'm refraining from doing it all now just in case I don't get the right amount of interest!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Thanks for reading guys!

【 Spy High! 】CLOSED

Interested!

Recollections: Magnanimous (Urban fantasy/horror RP about the magical scions of a great man who try to figure out his past)

Interested! :) I tried to join the discord and it said it was invalid :(

The Curse of Crestwood Hollow - A Hyperhuman Story [CLOSED]

Im in physical pain trying to read the black text of her physical description and power.

@JunkMail

Oop. That was leftover from the original CS coding that Wraith had made from the previous rendition. I'll get rid of that. Good thing I didn't leave it all black for the sake of your poor eyes.

The Curse of Crestwood Hollow - A Hyperhuman Story [CLOSED]

Astrid Gray

A S T R I D G R A Y

_{"Life is funny. Sometimes we don’t always get the joke, but it’s best to laugh anyways."}

_______________________________________________ Astrid Elizabeth Gray _______________________________________________ 16 | ♀ | Heterosexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 5'7" • Weight | 125 lbs • Ethnicity | Caucasian • Hair Colour | Brown • Eye Colour | Blue //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • Earlobes | "Is she wearing diamonds or pearls today?" Abilities, Skills and Resources ___________________________________ [+] //Abiliites: • Light Manipulation | Astrid has the ability to create, shape, and manipulate visible light. Her body automatically stores a resource pool of light while she’s exposed to it and she only utilizes this resource pool if she’s no longer around visible light to draw from. Capabilities would include: invisibility/cloaking, light construct generation, light solidification, light blasts and beams, light/color generation, etc. • Limitation(s) | Astrid must be exposed to light in order to generate her resource pool. Furthermore, if she’s drained of light, she’ll feel weak and fatigued as her body draws from it as a normal source of energy. Astrid is strongest when she’s surrounded by visible light. • Weakness(es) | If Astrid is caught in pure darkness or in areas of limited light, she’ll be at her weakest. Her powers are very limited within settings such as this. //Skills: • Cheerleading | It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a -! . . . Just Astrid flying at the top of the pyramid. • Charisma | Astrid is very good at communication and swaying people to get the things that she wants. She’s very personable, but can simultaneously become subconsciously manipulative. • Driving Super Fast! | Astrid has been a speed demon ever since she was allowed to have her foot touch a gas pedal. While she has limited experience since she's newly licensed, she is brave enough to speed and doesn't fear speeding tickets. As for the longevity of her license, that's another story, but maybe she can just buy it back!

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Astrid has the luxury of not being spotted with any acne or scarring, unlike most teens. Her clear complexion paired with her pale, blue eyes, alone, offer strong competition to the girls at Mather Memorial High, but it’s her contagious smile, glistening white with sincerity, that ties her beauty together. Astrid stands taller than most, at 5’7” with a healthy weight of 125 pounds, all evenly distributed over her gentle hourglass shape. Warm brown hair falls down to the small of her back, in flowing waves and layers, each strand as healthy as ever without a split-end in sight. Astrid sports a slender build with wiry muscles that tone well across her figure. Although this suggests Astrid’s booming popularity in school, it also turns out that many envy her natural beauty and turn to resent her. P E R S O N A L I T Y : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Astrid lived the majority of her life sheltered. It was only the fact that her parents were hyperhumans that made her aware of certain events that wouldn’t always be lavish and luxurious. The common oppression of hyperhumans was made aware in her head at a young age—but as long as you don’t reveal this part of your life everything was fine, right? Thus, Astrid lived the popular girl life with the nicest clothes and shoes. She enjoyed everything from morning ice coffees to shopping sprees at the mall; from milkshakes on her balcony to driving fast in her family’s convertible. While she glorified this materialistic trait to herself, she was simultaneously very involved with her family. She loved them all and was made sure that her gratitude was expressed. While Astrid means little harm, she is naive to the consequences of her actions. Not the ones that would come back at her, but the ones that would come back at others. This created her subconsciously selfish and manipulative traits. Still, she was very likable in high school, even by the faculty. Astrid was polite even if it came from a totally fake side of her. Formalities were second-nature to her, and communication and public speaking was easy. But, as she experiences her first devastation, she finds difficulty trying to find ways to cope with it. While Astrid may seem like she’s prepared for the common changes of life, she is actually naive.

C H A R A C T E R S Y N O P S I S :

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Astrid grew up in one of the wealthiest cul de sacs in the southern side of Crestwood Hollow. There, her bedroom balcony looked over an extravagant garden with rolling hills along the horizon. Silken sheets; baby blue, velvet curtains; a king-sized bed adorned with decorative pillows and a sleigh frame all marked the spoils of a rich man’s daughter. Astrid thrived in this mcmansion of hers, but had the added luxury of enjoying a beach house that hosted one of the biggest docks of Crestwood Hollow. There, her father’s renowned fishing boat was docked, just beside the yacht they most recently purchased.

Astrid had little to no worries at all since she had everything at her fingertips; and if she didn’t, she had daddy’s money to buy it for her. Her beauty came from her mother, an ex-fashion model who decided against pursuing a Hollywood career since she had Astrid’s father at her doorstop. Many would assume it was from his riches that she went falling into his arms, but the hidden truth was that they were one in the same in a department that was frowned upon by society.

As one would assume a rich family’s secret to be dark and twisted, it was actually innocent, yet abnormal. Astrid’s father was a hydrokinetic hyperhuman while her mother had weather manipulation powers. Astrid was never made aware of the extent of their powers, but the existence of their identity was made known to her and her three younger siblings. Together, they found success in their fishing company and never experienced any sort of financial issues since.

As Astrid comes of age, they’re waiting to see if the hype-gene had successfully passed down, but that would be the least of Astrid’s worries. Instead, she relishes in the high school atmosphere, enjoying the view from the top of the food chain. As head cheerleader, she happily claimed the title of one of the hottest chicks to walk the halls. But such a time was short lived as she was finally challenged by one individual in particular, Vanessa Bordeaux. When Vanessa entered highschool, her beauty matched that of Astrid’s, but it also created a nemesis within Astrid’s eyes. And as any catty highschooler would react, Astrid befriended her with only ill-intentions behind it. Astrid tore her down from within, swaying her to become less favored than Astrid and keeping Vanessa one step behind her. Astrid’s primary goal at this point was to have Vanessa living in her shadow, never to see the true light of peak popularity. But an unexpected turn of events came fast, popping up loudly with sinister volumes. Vanessa went missing, and shortly after was found brutally murdered.

The result of this shook Astrid in uncomfortable waves. Astrid began to attack herself for this situation, finding big responsibility in her death since she kept such a fake and false friendship with her. Astrid’s intentions were never genuine, and that she regrets most. Had she taken her under her wing properly, perhaps Vanessa wouldn’t have met her death in that devastating way. Since this moment, Astrid hasn’t been the bright and beautiful popular girl that people identified her as. She took her death hard and now roams the halls in a despairing self-hatred.

M I S C :

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Contagious smile.

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Lion's Den

Astrid Gray

A S T R I D G R A Y

_{"Life is funny. Sometimes we don’t always get the joke, but it’s best to laugh anyways."}

_______________________________________________ Astrid Elizabeth Gray _______________________________________________ 16 | ♀ | Heterosexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 5'7" • Weight | 125 lbs • Ethnicity | Caucasian • Hair Colour | Brown • Eye Colour | Blue //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • Earlobes | "Is she wearing diamonds or pearls today?" Abilities, Skills and Resources ___________________________________ [+] //Abiliites: • Light Manipulation | Astrid has the ability to create, shape, and manipulate visible light. Her body automatically stores a resource pool of light while she’s exposed to it and she only utilizes this resource pool if she’s no longer around visible light to draw from. Capabilities would include: invisibility/cloaking, light construct generation, light solidification, light blasts and beams, light/color generation, etc. • Limitation(s) | Astrid must be exposed to light in order to generate her resource pool. Furthermore, if she’s drained of light, she’ll feel weak and fatigued as her body draws from it as a normal source of energy. Astrid is strongest when she’s surrounded by visible light. • Weakness(es) | If Astrid is caught in pure darkness or in areas of limited light, she’ll be at her weakest. Her powers are very limited within settings such as this. //Skills: • Cheerleading | It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s a -! . . . Just Astrid flying at the top of the pyramid. • Charisma | Astrid is very good at communication and swaying people to get the things that she wants. She’s very personable, but can simultaneously become subconsciously manipulative.

D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Astrid has the luxury of not being spotted with any acne or scarring, unlike most teens. Her clear complexion paired with her pale, blue eyes, alone, offer strong competition to the girls at Mather Memorial High, but it’s her contagious smile, glistening white with sincerity, that ties her beauty together. Astrid stands taller than most, at 5’7” with a healthy weight of 125 pounds, all evenly distributed over her gentle hourglass shape. Warm brown hair falls down to the small of her back, in flowing waves and layers, each strand as healthy as ever without a split-end in sight. Astrid sports a slender build with wiry muscles that tone well across her figure. Although this suggests Astrid’s booming popularity in school, it also turns out that many envy her natural beauty and turn to resent her. P E R S O N A L I T Y : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Astrid lived the majority of her life sheltered. It was only the fact that her parents were hyperhumans that made her aware of certain events that wouldn’t always be lavish and luxurious. The common oppression of hyperhumans was made aware in her head at a young age—but as long as you don’t reveal this part of your life everything was fine, right? Thus, Astrid lived the popular girl life with the nicest clothes and shoes. She enjoyed everything from morning ice coffees to shopping sprees at the mall; from milkshakes on her balcony to driving fast in her family’s convertible. While she glorified this materialistic trait to herself, she was simultaneously very involved with her family. She loved them all and was made sure that her gratitude was expressed. While Astrid means little harm, she is naive to the consequences of her actions. Not the ones that would come back at her, but the ones that would come back at others. This created her subconsciously selfish and manipulative traits. Still, she was very likable in high school, even by the faculty. Astrid was polite even if it came from a totally fake side of her. Formalities were second-nature to her, and communication and public speaking was easy. But, as she experiences her first devastation, she finds difficulty trying to find ways to cope with it. While Astrid may seem like she’s prepared for the common changes of life, she is actually naive.

C H A R A C T E R S Y N O P S I S :

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Astrid grew up in one of the wealthiest cul de sacs in the southern side of Crestwood Hollow. There, her bedroom balcony looked over an extravagant garden with rolling hills along the horizon. Silken sheets; baby blue, velvet curtains; a king-sized bed adorned with decorative pillows and a sleigh frame all marked the spoils of a rich man’s daughter. Astrid thrived in this mcmansion of hers, but had the added luxury of enjoying a beach house that hosted one of the biggest docks of Crestwood Hollow. There, her father’s renowned fishing boat was docked, just beside the yacht they most recently purchased.

Astrid had little to no worries at all since she had everything at her fingertips; and if she didn’t, she had daddy’s money to buy it for her. Her beauty came from her mother, an ex-fashion model who decided against pursuing a Hollywood career since she had Astrid’s father at her doorstop. Many would assume it was from his riches that she went falling into his arms, but the hidden truth was that they were one in the same in a department that was frowned upon by society.

As one would assume a rich family’s secret to be dark and twisted, it was actually innocent, yet abnormal. Astrid’s father was a hydrokinetic hyperhuman while her mother had weather manipulation powers. Astrid was never made aware of the extent of their powers, but the existence of their identity was made known to her and her three younger siblings. Together, they found success in their fishing company and never experienced any sort of financial issues since.

As Astrid comes of age, they’re waiting to see if the hype-gene had successfully passed down, but that would be the least of Astrid’s worries. Instead, she relishes in the high school atmosphere, enjoying the view from the top of the food chain. As head cheerleader, she happily claimed the title of one of the hottest chicks to walk the halls. But such a time was short lived as she was finally challenged by one individual in particular, Vanessa Bordeaux. When Vanessa entered highschool, her beauty matched that of Astrid’s, but it also created a nemesis within Astrid’s eyes. And as any catty highschooler would react, Astrid befriended her with only ill-intentions behind it. Astrid tore her down from within, swaying her to become less favored than Astrid and keeping Vanessa one step behind her. Astrid’s primary goal at this point was to have Vanessa living in her shadow, never to see the true light of peak popularity. But an unexpected turn of events came fast, popping up loudly with sinister volumes. Vanessa went missing, and shortly after was found brutally murdered.

The result of this shook Astrid in uncomfortable waves. Astrid began to attack herself for this situation, finding big responsibility in her death since she kept such a fake and false friendship with her. Astrid’s intentions were never genuine, and that she regrets most. Had she taken her under her wing properly, perhaps Vanessa wouldn’t have met her death in that devastating way. Since this moment, Astrid hasn’t been the bright and beautiful popular girl that people identified her as. She took her death hard and now roams the halls in a despairing self-hatred.

M I S C :

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Contagious smile.

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The Curse of Crestwood Hollow - A Hyperhuman Story

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The Entertainers (Retro SoL; Always Accepting)

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_{Time: Night
Location: The Pit
Interacting with Lolly @Filthy Mudblood, Robin @GhostMami, Darcy @KZOMBI3, Logan @Roach, Dana @Giallo, Katherine @Sailorsadie}
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And just like that, Jed’s confidence was caught in a bullet storm. What he considered a proper initiation at flirting slowly became a punching bag to the rest of the familiar patrons, especially one in particular: Darcy. He was hit and shot at all angles, from unknown origins, but with all sorts of tasks that actually put him to work. Being busy was supposed to be good, but not at a time where he wanted to woo his way into the tight, white dress of the most beautiful of bar guests.

Robin made her interruption first, and Jed didn’t know where to pinpoint her intentions. Whether it was just her usual work rotations behind the bar, or a calculated intrusion to prevent Jed from flirting further. Jed didn’t think Robin to be the jealous type, though their history might’ve stirred something in the moment. Jed sighed, and before he could get a word in, Darcy’s arm was already hanging loosely around the only person he cared to talk to in the moment.

"You lookin' to catch flies, Jed?"

He was ready to throw a clever remark her way after a loud scoff, but her voice overpowered his with a request for four shots. Jed shook his head in annoyance, slinging his rag over his shoulder and turning around to fetch the liquors and shot glasses behind him.

“Jed, huh? So the mystery man has a name.”

Jed made sure he was flashy with his pours and his body was angled in a stance that made his shoulders more broad and his arms a little more flexed. He glanced over his shoulder at her, the flashing lights around them catching his crystalline eyes to reveal his careful examination over her appearance. He smirked at her and poured without looking.

Turning back to reorganize the liquors and situate the shots, he rolled his eyes about Darcy. By now, Robin and Jed were confident in how loud their whispering shit-talk should be for the patrons to not overhear, but he didn’t care if Darcy caught it, even if it was over her loud, obnoxious voice. “I should just piss in her glass; she’d probably think it’s liquor anyway. Fuckin’ drunk.”

In the meantime, Darcy was able to get the old stiff out of his way to better access a flirtatious angle at her. On the contrary, Darcy most likely did it for her own benefit—the way she hung all over her. He placed the glasses in front of the pair: the gorgeous brunette and the rowdy regular. Jed wasn’t one to give up, though. He smirked at her once more, ready to butt in with something witty, but yet another intervening voice came about accompanied by another arm-wrapping nonchalance.

Another sigh, another turn, another pour, and the shot was placed in front of Logan: a regular face to frequent the Pit, even outside of his shifts at their front door, with all his scandalous mystery that combined with his crave for attention. Alone, Jed actually enjoyed his conversation, but in a setting like this, Jed had little hope for a normal night.

“I’ll take two shots and a Sazerac, Jed. That’s if you’re not too busy staring at Lolls over there, anyway.”

Lolls. That was her name. Perhaps short for something, but the disappointment came regardless. Keeping their names a secret was sort of a turn on for Jed, another flirting tactic he was banking on until the sudden intrusions ruined it all. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Coming right up.” His voice became a mumbling decrescendo of annoyance as he turned to pour and then 180’d again to place the drinks in front of Dana. He leaned in to whisper to him, “How come I’ve never seen her here before. How does everyone seem to know her? Listen, you gotta fill me in.”

"Hey there, darlin. Can you fix me up a glass of water please?"

Katherine Scott. Now she was a sight for sore eyes, not just because she had a rockin’ body from all the dancing she does, but because she didn’t come charging with ridicule for Jed and his obvious goo-goo eyes he had for Lolls. Jed smirked at her, “Of course, sweetheart. Coming right up.” He poured fast and placed the icy glass of cold water in front of her.

A moment to breathe was finally present, and Jed figured the best option was just to avoid Lolls for now to save himself from Darcy’s behavior. Plus, who knew what she was going to bring out in Logan with how eccentrically loud she was. Jed flicked his head to Katherine, that way she knew he was talking to her, but also because it was a little flirty, “So what, you come in drunk already or are you one of the weird ones that likes to stay sober at the bar?” He smiled, teasingly.