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“Uh, no no no, nah! No Mister. Call me Trez.”, he waved his hand in front of his face several times. “Oh, I dressed as the Fresh Prince. It was lit. Why didn’t you come? I was disappointed, I know your costume would’ve been awesome.”

#c; em

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“Coffee too?! Damn, you’re spoiling me.”, he observed her but then quickly moved to grab the broom, the floor was a mess. “Because you’re feeling nice? What?! My playlist is awesome, I thought we’d agreed on this, it’s been a while. So yes, i’ma do you the favor, give you the honor.”, he stopped by the little DJ boot and clicked play. His playlist was a mix of rap, hip-hop, r&b, reggae and dancehall but this particular one was just dancehall. Only because he wanted to piss Aly off. “There we go.”

#c; aly

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“Oh go ahead, be my guest, the couch is hella comfortable.”, he smiled, kissing her forehead as a form of greeting and stretching his arms and back, yawning after. “After a night like yesterday’s, no sleep is enough sleep, ya feel me?”, he looked around the bar then let out a long sigh. “We got a bunch of work to do here.”

#c; aly

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“Uh, shit.”, his eyes widened suddenly. “They are, imagine if I lost the keys to my bar.”, he shook his head, he really had to invest in pockets with a zipper. Or buttons. “Thanks, you saved my ass this time. How are you doing?”

#c; em

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Me: *passes a blunt to the demon in my house* AHAAA gotcha bitch , that was laced with sage get the fuck out my house

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“Right?!”, his face lit up, glad she understood. “Man, that’s the worst, you end up making a fool out of yourself in front of everybody. Not that I don’t do that shit on the regular.”, he chuckled, still staring at the floor. “Maybe I’m just losing my mental but damn, I swear I heard something.”

#c; em

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Trez stormed in, stopping mid walk. “H-Wait, wow, what?”, maybe he’d fallen asleep on the couch, maybe not. He had decided to show up early to clean up and maybe that hadn’t worked out because he’d crashed ten minutes in. His shirt was all kinds of wrinkled and he was pretty sure he’d lost one of his rings mid sleep but he got confused about her worry. “Why would I have anyone back there. Y’know what?”, his voice was still sleepy as fuck. “I might get a dog.”, he’d dreamt about a dog actually. Unlike most people, Trez always woke up in a good mood but was it even possible to wake up in a bad mood after dreaming about dogs?

After a party like the one that The Wild Side had thrown, there was always a side that people didn’t want to face. The clean up after. Aly edged her way into the bar, still seeing streamers on the ground, forgotten parts of costumes, drinks that had been left in strange places and she winced for a moment. The morning after was never as glamorous as the night before. “Trez?” She called out, placing her bag on top of a table. “You around? I’m here for the clean up, cough twice if you’ve got someone back there.”

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#//i dont know WHY i used this gif but roll with it #c; aly

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“Wow, wow, wow, big boy.”, Trez snorted, keeping an eye out for the kids. Water guns? In this weather? Kids these days. “You’re a cop, technically, so they’re probably testing the waters.”, he arched a brow. “No pun intended there.”, he did feel bad for the guy and took his jacket off in a second. “Here, you can’t just walk the town without a shirt on, my man.”

“The children in this town are the fucking worst. Why are they carrying around water guns? Where the hell are their parents?” He started taking off the shirt he was wearing that was stuck to his body just from the water. All Lucien had been doing was trying to go visit his sister and apparently kids thought it would be fun to spray water at a detective. “I’m never checking up on my sister again if those kids are out there. I’m scared of kids now. As if I wasn’t already.”

#//no text #tho it applies #c; lucien

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“I think I dropped something”, he muttered, touching his pockets then scanning the ground beneath them. “I heard something falling, I’m not sure what though.”, he had a look of confusion on his face. “Sorry for bothering you.”, he laughed, looking up at her then back down at the ground to look for... whatever. 

“Christ.” Emma murmured to herself, staring at her phone. That many missed calls from her mother was never a good sign, it was normally followed with a lecture. She knew that she hadn’t been home often but there was a decent reason for that which couldn’t be ignored. She didn’t want to. She hadn’t gone to the party at The Wild Side, it was too risky, too many people that could report back to her mother. At least that was a positive, it wouldn’t be about that. However, when she noticed a person looking at her, Emma turned on the megawatt smile. “Good afternoon, can I help you?”

#c; em

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“If I pulled out my best jamaican moves, they’d have to evacuate the dancefloor, my man.”, he joked though only partly. Maybe one of their Caribbean vibes night he could do that. “But for now, this place is way too full for me to focus even remotely on the dancefloor so you should do it for me.”

#c; travis

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Trez stepped to the side, leaning against the counter. He watched as she bent down and immediately stood behind her. “Aly, my goodness, your skirt is way too short to bend down just like that. Jeez!”, he noticed how all the guys stopped in their track on the other side of the counter and he crossed his arm, shaking his head. Manners really weren’t a thing anymore. “You see these creeps?!”, he told Rita next to him who just laughed. “No, for real. I’m-”, he scratched his head, noticing a customer approaching. “Sup, what can I get you?”

#c; aly

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“Calli, babe girl, it is a party but you could fall and injure yourself.”, he bent down and picked her up to she couldn’t protest. Or at least, not physically. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want you to get hurt, damn it.”, he walked away from all the people.

#c; calli

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Trez nodded. “I will.”, he stepped closer and pulled her closer from behind to kiss the side of her face. “I’ll save you two dances even.”, he let go of her and disappeared for a few minutes to go get a new keg of beer. These people drank a lot. The shit was heavy. “Oh man, I need to get back into the gym.”, he shouted to Aly and Rita back at the bar, lifting the thing up and walking back, putting it in the right place. Then let out a long sigh. “Fuck.”

#c; aly

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Calliope had definitely hit the shots a little too hard tonight. He pressed his lips together at the feel of her hand on his cheek to try to keep himself from smiling but failed. She couldn’t really stand straight so he used a second hand on her ribcage to keep her from falling. “You’re way too drunk, come on, you shouldn’t be in the middle of all these people like this, Calli.”, he pulled her in the right direction.

#c; calli

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“Nah, man, sing the Banana Phone song instead.”, he’d been watching the interaction from a far and he felt bad for saying it, even though his eyes were watering from the laughter. “You look great, but why a banana suit? I guess we had banana’s back in the 90s but-”, he started laughing again. “Do you want a drink? On the house? To make ya feel better from that awkward encounter?” 

“No! For the last time, sir–I will not be performing the peanut butter jelly time dance or whatever you’re talking about. Now please, move along.” He shooed the man away, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck… Which just so happened to be covered by a banana suit. 

Suddenly he was regretting this outfit choice.

#//that was his face when he heard the stranger's request ashdchfbfhfbheg #c; lucas

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“Please, no Mr, only Trez.”, he chuckled at it though. “I don’t, I’m not a dentist, I know veneers because it’s all over social media and all the famous folks get them now. I have a cousin that got veneers, she’s not famous but I feel like her teeth are definitely too white now, like, cartoon character white.”, he mused. “But I hate going to the dentist, hate anything that involves stuff in my mouth.”, he paused at that, laughing at himself. “That sounds off.”

#c; merrick

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Trez was definitely keeping an eye for the drunk people. Especially the drunk girls who were too faded to push away any guy that got too close and too touchy without their approval. Someone had spilled drinks on the other side of the club, meaning he had to get through the big crowd of people, he wished in that moment he’d thought of shortcuts like the people at IKEA had. 

After a bunch of excuse me’s and sorry’s, he bumped into somebody. Another sorry. “Damn, sorry, are you okay?”, he recognized the face though he could see she wasn’t sober at all by the way her eyes were shining. “Yo Calli, you weren’t joking when you said you were getting lit tonight.”, he snorted, one hand on her back still. 

#c; calli