napalm skies [wedding reception]

[austin darrow]

With the ceremony completed, now all that was left before their little honeymoon was the reception. Austin hadn't really been involved with preparing the casino for the reception or... really anything; what Cat didn't handle personally (so, most of it) they delegated to other Badlanders and... Looking at it all, they'd done a fantastic job. White table cloths were spread over every surface, and bouquets of flowers were everywhere. The casino even seemed... lighter somehow, like someone had opened a window.

A number of people were crowded around by the bar, but Austin and Molly were at a table with a few others, talking to anyone that came to wish them well and watching the scene unfold. Cat was circulating the room, talking to people and as always keeping an eye on everything.

"Today was good." Austin murmured into Molly's ear, earning a tired nod.

[roman.]

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— roman didn’t really know anyone here. he was used to simply walking through and working with a crowd. not really sticking with his group (who would when silas was a part of it?) that being said, at first he’d been surprised that kronos wasn’t following him around like a little puppy. it had only been a matter of time before he’d glanced around to find the man - who was, he was ashamed to admit, somebody roman had a crush on - standing with someone else. flirting with them. and roman had felt hurt, almost immediately. all those times that he wanted kronos to flirt with him - immediately taken up by the damn leach talking to someone else all of a sudden?

he shook his head and took a drink of the beer he had in his hand. almost instantaneously, he devised a plan. if kronos was going to hurt him this way, by flirting with other people, letting roman feel this hurt- then roman would have to take it up a notch, too.

it was then that he’d grabbed another drink from the bar, looking around - and settled on one of the people closest to him. “want a drink?” he asked the man, holding out the bottle for the man to take.

//this post sucked but hey hey frank and rome times

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

For most of the evening, she'd been wearing a rather smug expression. Cat had effectively banished her from the Badlands after her little trespassing act (though she had every intention of buttering up whoever came after them), so getting to parade around because of the invitation to Bluestem was a great joy.

The only damper on her mood was the matter of her... friends. Both potential fathers of her baby were there, and she was pretty sure she'd seen Frankie somewhere. But not only were Salem and Mateo there, they were at the bar, drinking and talking. Not one to miss out, she drifted over to them, putting a hand on each of their backs to alert them to her presence. "Have one for me, boys." She said, hands leaving their backs and going to the bar as she turned around and hopped up. "Thanks to you I can't enjoy a drink tonight."

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 08/20/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 8 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie and Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Personality —
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | Seleo
▪ Romantically single | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]

[STIRLING-MORAY]

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❝ Want a drink? ❞

Frank glanced across to his side to see another man holding out a bottle of beer, Franklin hesitating just for a moment to search the other man's gaze warily before taking the drink from him and allowing for the corner of his lip to ever so slightly twitch. ❝ Cheers. ❞ He nodded his head before taking a swig of the drink, gaze searching around. He couldn't stand around like the antisocial, fumbling sourpuss he was, especially with this guy's generosity seemingly entirely overlooked by Franklin in the first place. No, Frank was grateful. This guy saved him from looking miserable and alone, stood in the corner wishing he could go home. ❝ You know the couple? ❞ He questioned after moments of silence, tipping his head towards where he could see Molly and Austin. At least he was trying with conversation.

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[ikigai.]

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— mateo still hadn’t made up his mind on how he felt. thinking about being a father, in a world where he never exactly pictured being a father-- it was one of the few, few times he could ever saw he was worried. sel had insisted that he didn’t need to help, or be part of the kid’s life - but, for some reason, it felt wrong to do that.

guess that was good enough reason as any to drink. last he had expected was to find salem, of all people - the other ‘maybe father’ in the picture. again, not sure how he was supposed to feel about it- but at the moment, it felt easy to simply ignore that small detail and simply talk to the man. he was easy to talk to, like most people when it came to mateo. swirling his drink absently, he turned his head shortly after a hand was on his back. an easy smile came to his lips, watching her as she hopped up on the bar, sitting there oh-so casually. “this one’s for you, sweetheart,” he said before taking a swig of the drink.

[roman.]

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— maybe roman knew what he was doing was wrong. but, also, maybe there was that small part of him that didn’t know any better. he’d been raised to see the world as a game and all the people in it his wonderful pawns. there was that constant need, urge, to want to win this game. that, or at least make sure the odds were always in his favor. and if that meant picking out a random man through a crowd with the hopes of making kronos feel as hurt as he did in that moment… then, hey, it worked. he looked up at the man as he took his drink, hesitant. almost like he didn’t want him there. but then, the smallest, slightest twitch of the corner of his lips. what an interesting man…

though whatever lead roman felt he had seemed to fizzle out after that. looking everywhere else but at him. he looked almost miserable standing there.. roman felt almost defeated at that point. he took a deep sigh and did the same, sweeping his gaze over the room. lingering just to see if this man would make any sort of bite - “you know the couple?” keeping conversation. that was a sign that he didn’t want roman to leave quite yet, right? he turned his gaze back, feeling his lips twitch the slightest bit. “no,” he answered honestly. he shrugged, taking a sip of his own drink as he looked at the crowd of people. “just here to meet people.”

now this was where he took a leap. “and you stick out from the crowd.” he turned his gaze back towards the stranger. a pause, then, paired with the smallest tug of the lips, “you’re pretty easy on the eyes.” he met the other's gaze for a long moment, corners of his lips twitching around the edge of his drink as he took a sip. then, turning his gaze away again. might as well make it obvious. there really was no other way, right?

then, he just wanted to keep weaseling his way further into the situation. “i’m roman, by the way.”

[capt. salem]

LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |

This whole wedding thing had Salem on edge. He was still wearing the fucking- tuxedo or whatever that he'd needed to wear for the ceremony. Declaring true and eternal love for another, dressing up like idiots to prance around in front of a crowd that was itching for the event to be over, forcing their child to officiate the whole stupid affair- Austin better be thankful Salem was putting up with this shit for him.

At least he got to see some friendly faces from other places; most notably, he got to meet Sel's other potential babydaddy. Kind of weird to think about, so Salem would choose to not think about it too hard and instead try to enjoy the company of someone a bit calmer than most folks in the Badlands.

Salem glanced back as Sel touched his shoulder - and Mateo's too, it seemed - to announce her presence. He smiled at her, the happiness of seeing her alleviating the tension of the wedding a bit. "I'll save a bottle for you, Hurricane. I'm sure you'll need it." Salem said jokingly, glancing down at his glass and swirling the liquid a bit but not taking another drink yet.

[justify]I feel the unbearable weight, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Officer of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
I sense the ripping of my shame, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
I hear the sigh of indifference [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Neck-length dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]