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NATE & NOAH‌:

it was a late night, and noah found himself at his regular place on such hours, sitting down at his regular corner by the bar counter. the nights were a lot longer now with a killer on the loose, and the sheriff often found himself needing a small break with just a few glasses of whiskey… the bar was nearly empty that night and so he raised a brow when a figure walked in and approached the bar counter as well. “and here i thought they’d be closing just on me…”

     It had been more difficult each day for Nate to fall asleep. Why? He couldn’t exactly tell you for he didn’t know what was hidden behind his own conscious in his mind. Usually things like this never bothered him, but with still being somewhat new in this town, he liked to keep his guard up a little bit longer. So with the hours dragging on by and his phone continuing to stay silent, he dragged himself to the bar for, only, one drink. “Ah, well when the night drags on, you can only read so much before the letters start to blur together.”

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NATE & ANNABELLE‌:

               annie  hadn’t  felt  the  urge  to  smoke  in  years,  yet  there  she  was,  sat  at  the  bar  of  the  broken  elk  alternating  between  drags  of  her  cigarette  and  sips  of  her  beer.  but  who  could  really  blame  her  with  all  that  was  going  on  in  town  and  everything  that  had  transpired  with  jo   –––––   was  god  ever  going  to  give  them  a  freaking  break  ??  tapping  her  foot  against  the  barstool,  annabelle  idly  acknowledged  the  song  playing  on  the  jukebox,  but  instead  of  humming  along  she  exhaled  a  plume  of  smoke  and  enjoyed  the  rush  of  nicotine.  she  did,  however,  pay  attention  to  the  person  coming  to  claim  the  seat  next  to  her.  ❛   i’m  just  warnin’  ya,  if  you  choose to  sit  there  you  might  be  roped  into  doing  shots  with  me …  or  at  very  least,  drivin’  me  home  after  i’ve  done  shots.   ❜ 

     It was a habit he supposed, going into the bar once or twice a week for just a casual drink before heading his way back home. Nothing he really thought of it, simply because he changed out of his work attire into something more casual. Yes, it did take him awhile to figure out the feel of this little town he now called home and even more so it took his pride a step down into clothes that were more comfortable and less flashy like he had earlier. 

     As he sat down, Nathan was momentarily paused from his internal thinking of the day with a voice. A teasing voice, thank god. “Shots, huh? You celebrating something or...” A short quick pause as he noticed the cigarette loosely gripped between her fingers. “Just enjoying a quiet night?” 

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{ HENRY GOLDING, MALE, HE/HIM } Way out here in The Ozarks, I’d never expect to find NATHAN LEE, the THIRTY-FIVE year old POLICE OFFICER at the VERITAS SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT. On the afternoon of September 4th, HE was AT HOME ON THE PHONE WITH HIS WIFE but I’m not sure I believe a word they say.  ( PEACH, 24, EST, SHE/HER )

Nathan Lee is the oldest son to his parents, Ahkam and Ginger Lee. His parents met while they were in New York -- his father on a business trip and his mother the hotel maid who worked at the hotel he was staying in. From there, it was never a dull moment for the business his father was currently in (mafia stuff). 

Nathan never really thought he was going to join the business like his father did simply because he had found himself going to the police academy. But little did he know, this was all planned between his family and the others. They needed someone on the inside and it turned out little Nate was going to be just that. 

He has moved from police departments throughout the years, more so he doesn’t exactly get caught, but because the lady he thought he loved had an actress job which caused her to move every time the press had become too overwhelming.

He has only been in town for two years at the most and normally tries to keep to himself though he does have his guilty pleasures and will amuse himself with chatter around town if it needs to be done. He wears a mask normally around everyone here (really so he doesn’t get caught but it’s also second nature now) and tries to just do his job like he should. 

The murders have gotten him more intrigued than he should be and sometimes goes snooping where he shouldn’t, but with the lie of working on the case who could really stop him? 

And now the best fun fact for last, there’s a rumor around his name and in the gossip magazines that he murdered his wife before he moved here. He was proven innocent, but some say otherwise. Maybe she’s purposely keeping herself out of the spotlight or maybe he has something to do with it. 

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               a WOLF is a WOLF.

                                               even in a CAGE.

                                                                         even dressed in SILK.

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Henry Golding as Dry Eye THE GENTLEMEN (2020)

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