Closed For @alibeksozeri

"Oh? That sounds like a you problem, babes. None of my business, y'know." Briggs retorted, his face brightening at the sight of her, despite their usual banter. Ronnie was family, even if they were just constantly butting heads all over the place. "What do you know about musicians? If you knew anything you'd know it's not redbull, it's just a lot of coke. The fun type, not the drink, that keeps us going." He smirked back at her. "No free drink for you, by the way. Since you decided to be a hater."

She didn't clap, the last thing the club needed was Briggs getting a bigger head than he already had. "Oh if it were me, I'd fucking hate you." she grinned before taking a sip of her own beer. "But then again, I always hate you." she tossed a shrug his way. "Seriously, just drink 5 redbulls like any other musician worth their salt, don't be a pussy." She wasn't normally this abrasive, but there was just something she loved about annoying the ever-loving-shit out of Briggs. It brought her an immense amount of joy. Briggs being annoyed with her meant all was right with the world.

Briggs was nearing the end of all sets by now, but tonight was hands down one of the best nights of his life and that much was evident as he almost jumped down the stage clapping for his bandmates as he did so. His grin only widened at the sight of Peyton, a nice surprise that had turned into a friend fairly quickly. "We both better walk out of here with a date, actually!" He exclaimed as he hugged her tightly. "That dress probably has everyone doing double takes every time that they see you." Briggs said excitedly and then began leading her to the bar at her request. "I'll have whatever you're having, I can't even remember what I've been drinking all night."

closed starter: @briggster location: main stage, underground fire party, scorpion.

The crowd roared into an eruption, cheering on Briggs and his band after they'd finished their latest set. Peyton raised her glass toward the stage, catching her friend's eye and letting out a triumphant, "Woohoo!" The formalities of the Ice Gala had long since passed and Scorpion's underground was welcoming guests into its fiery abode. The entertainment for the evening was of course, the best band in all of Reno, something that Peyton made sure to let Briggs know when she approached him shortly after he left the stage. "If you didn't already have a Valentine before tonight, you do now. I guarantee you just made the majority of this crowd fall in love with you tonight! That was incredible!" She beamed, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him into her excited embrace. "C'mon, let's go to the bar. I'm buying. What're you drinking?"

In order to survive a very long night of performing, Briggs had done what any great musician and front man of a band does; drugs. He was on cloud nine as the band performed their rendition of I Want You to Want Me at the end of their second set and thanked the crowd by blowing kisses and high fiving the DJ as she took over the stage for her set. He had already caught a glimpse of Dean from the stage, a few times. Maybe too many times. But that was almost normal when the other man was around. His smirk grew as Dean immediately approached him though, Briggs stepped closer to him an eyebrow raised. "Why so curious? You trying to figure out your next move or what?" He teased, his eyes moving up and down his figure as he let all the substances in his body take over like they normally did. "You know, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're enjoying the show."

where: fire & ice gala who: @briggster & dean hart

Shots. Apparently some liquid courage was the only thing that ever got Dean out of his own head and into the fire, so to speak. What did it say about him that he needed to be under the influence to loosen up a bit, to untense his shoulders and, generally, not devolve into a literal panic attack from the sheer amount of tackiness alone? Probably a lot, but he wasn't one to think too far into things. The crowd started cheering as the band finished up their set, and Dean would be lying if he said he hadn't been eyeing the group -- and their front man -- from his place at the bar. Some liquid courage apparently went a decently long way, so the moment he saw Briggs descend the stage and head in his general direction, he found himself offering a smug grin. "Tell me, does getting pelted in the face with underwear make you want to give it your all? Does it help loosen those pipes?"

Briggs downed two shots of vodka, one after another effortlessly and then gestured the bartender over to ask him to take several of those to the band wherever they were sitting. A small smirk played on his lips at AP's words and he turned his head to look back at him. "It's reserved for dive bars and your mom's bedroom, actually. I'm pretty exclusive." He retorted, though there was no bite to his words. Really, this was something that he would even tell his friends from the MC anyway. "I'm going up there shortly, hence all the shots and the reason why I have been in this seat, sorry to disappoint and not say I just liked the company. I do agree with the first band being better. Their song choices did that."

FOR › @briggster LOCATION › fire & ice

The last band on stage had finished their set, followed by the soft applause from the crowd. However, Andrés had found his hand instinctively reaching for his drink that was slid towards him from the bartender. "I think I liked the first band better," he said casually, leaning a forearm onto the marble counter. Despite his gaze trailing forward on the stage to watch as the artists replaced positions, he was acutely aware of who was standing beside him. "You performing tonight? Or is that talent reserved for dive bars?" The tone of his words seemed warm, but there would be no missing the edge that clipped them at the end.

CLOSED FOR @deanhcrt

LOCATION: sierra shopping mall

A smug grin appeared on Briggs' face when he saw the familiar figure of one Dean Hart appear just a few feet away from him. Mind you, he really shouldn't recognize him that easily, after all, Briggs was supposed to at least dislike him. And boy, did he act like it. Luckily for him, Dean didn't hold back either which probably it even harder for Briggs not to enjoy the banter between them whenever they ran into each other. "So what's your deal here? Don't you pay someone to do all your shopping for you, Mr. Gates?" He joked lightly as he approached the other male.

"Alright, well, shut up, dude. This isn't fun if you take it this well." Briggs admitted, clearly weirded out, but a small smirk still on his face. Truthfully, it unnerved him that very few things got to AP, but it kind of made it better. He could be a bit more brutal than he was to other people whenever the other man was around. "I always get free drinks, happens when you're in a band." Briggs chuckled, shaking his head. "We have originals, but for this type of event we do a lot of covers. Romantic movie classics, you know, like I Want You to Want Me and shit, very fun but silly stuff."

Wouldn’t a comment like that make a man cringe? Normally, usually, most times–absolutely. But for a man like Andres who couldn’t stand the sight of his father—anyone else would be better suited for his mother’s bedroom. “Yeah? Well, congratulations. I had no idea you made it to mama Torres’ tax bracket.” Finishing off his drink in one rapid gulp, Andres let a hint of a smile crack onto his lips as he canted his head to finally meet Briggs’ eye. “No need to appease me, I simply thought you were here for the free drinks. Glad to know you’ve got more standards than such. Now, you gotta answer this, all your songs are originals?”

Henry Golding as Dry Eye THE GENTLEMEN (2020)

INTRODUCING…Briggs Meldaba

STATS:

Nicknames: B, Iggy, Briggster

Character Age:  38

Neighborhood: North Side

Occupation: Musician and Secretary for the Sons of Mayhem MC

Birthday: February 20th, 1987

Faceclaim: Henry Golding

Hometown: Sarawak, Malaysia

Years of Residence: More than half of his life

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Character Inspiration: Spike (Buffy The Vampire Slayer), Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), Jordan Catalano (My So Called Life), Squidward Tentacles (Sponge Bob Squarepants),

tldr;

– BRIGGS MELDABA is 38 years old and lives in North Side, Reno. Orphaned at a young age, Briggs moved in with his uncle and his family, who ended up spending all his trust fund while betting and overspending. Eventually befriended the wrong crowd and got into trouble but also led him to meet a member of the SOM, which made him join. A musician at heart, Briggs plays bars, parties and festivals all the time while handling his job as the Secretary of the SOM MC. After the downfall of the club, he found himself not as in love with Reno as he did back in the day, but continues to call it home despite all the negative feelings surrounding his heart.

READ BELOW for fun facts, biography, possible connections.

random facts

the most careful plant dad that you'll ever meet

wears earphones everywhere he goes

not much of a people person unless he loves said people

hates living by himself so he will take in anyone that needs a roommate at any moment in time

a certified serial dater tm

boygenius' #1 fan

loves a good gothic novel and is currently reading Mexican Gothic

spends his money like a rockstar, with no rockstar money

claims to hate hugs (loves hugs)

feeds stray cats and dogs all the time

biography

Born into a wealthy family in Sarawak, Malaysia. His father, an acclaimed British writer and his mother, a teacher that came from a very notorious family in their hometown.

The couple moved to the United States when Briggs was just five years old and settled down in Vegas. That was until a terrible car accident took their lives away.

Briggs was seven when he was placed into foster care, eventually, a distant relative, his father’s uncle stepped up and welcomed him at home with his incredibly large family of ten kids.

Uncle Vernon had always had money problems, and what Briggs was unaware about was that whoever adopted him would receive his entire trust fund.Suddenly the family was moving into a bigger house, going on lavish vacations, riding luxurious cars. It wasn’t spent on what they needed but exploited in so many ways

Kids had music classes, horseback riding, tennis. Briggs, he excelled at music. Learned multiple instruments and poetry.

Their home wasn’t a sad one by any means, it was simply cold. There was no warmth towards anything but the money that they all suddenly had.

By the time that Briggs was a teenager and began to understand what was happening, the money was gone. Disappearing into the abyss that was his uncle’s betting addiction, and so this way not only Briggs, but the entire family was left on the streets. Briggs and the other kids around his age began working, his uncle’s depression taking over him in a way that made everyone else have to work.

It was when he began working delivering pizzas in the busy streets of Vegas that he finally found himself; his expensive music classes turned into sneaking into friends’ garages and rehearsing with a small band. It felt more like home than living with his uncle and his family ever had.

To go from having everything to having nothing wasn’t something new for Briggs but all the ups and downs had slowly made him despondent, and the only thing that seemed to help was writing and singing his feelings out.

The garage band became a little popular and with this came a bad crowd, other young people that always wanted to challenge them. Briggs ended up detained by the police a few times when he was under eighteen; vandalism, bar fights, underage drinking

One of the times behind bars is when Briggs met a member of the Sons of Mayhem; Ryan Brooks. They were both freshly eighteen and the two hit it off. Turns out Ryan’s father had been a member of the MC for years. 

Always on the lookout for a new place to call home, the last one, hopefully, Briggs joined Ryan in the initiation journey to become a part of the Sons of Mayhem.

In this journey, Briggs moved with the Brooks’ to Reno, leaving his uncle behind once and for all. Only a guitar, his favorite books and a handful of notebooks, a few changes of clothes.

The Brooks’ lived in a trailer park, but there was an abundance of love and understanding.With their support, and the MC, Briggs finally started feeling like he could make his dreams come true or, at least, try. 

He did everything that the Sons of Mayhem asked for, truly becoming a part of their family as well. On the side though, he would continue to write his songs and music. 

He began playing in different bars and venues, as well as festivals in Reno. He wasn’t selling albums or going on tour, but for the first time ever, he felt like he was living the life he always wanted.

Then, the entire city was struck by the tragedy of the murder of Melody Davis and if it was a tough time for Reno, imagine being a part of the motorcycle club that obviously stood behind Axel through it all. 

Supporting Axel and the MC came at a high price for Briggs, whose image was closely tied to the club. No one hired him anymore, he was shunned like the rest of the club had been.

He buried himself deep in SOM business all over again, slowly moving up ranks until he became the Secretary of the club, a position that he loves. As he is able to perform it but still gives time to his music despite it not being a career anymore.

Upon Axel’s release and all the new discoveries, Briggs can’t say he sees Reno as the lovely city he once had seen it as. He’s almost bitter that they would turn their back on the club after all the things they’d done for the city and has become less trusting of outsiders in a lot of ways.

He did recently start playing in some bars though, especially places that didn’t turn their backs on the Sons of Mayhem and can also be found performing on parks or busy streets, his passion for music never dying down. He just hopes that whatever is happening with the Davis’ investigation doesn’t turn their entire lives upside down all over again.

possible connections

best friends: he considers the MC his family, but there's room for more friends in his heart for sure

music / poetry friends: he is passionate about his likes, having this in common is a straight way to his heart

party friends, etc: plays sets everywhere? whether your muse met him while he was singing on stage and knows who he is or perhaps they met at a bar, party, etc.

found family: SOM more than anything but if for some reason someone outside of the MC connected with him, i can see him being incredibly loyal to them

flings/hook ups/exes: past and present tense, let's go crazyyy

enemies: he can be a lil crazy about loyalty and anyone that ever doubted axel's innocence or the club, he would not like at all. especially now after names were cleared.

"The rich giving out advice for free now? Fucking imagine that." Briggs tilted his head to the side, a wide grin taking over his face. Dean was unknown to him, very unknown, but also felt like someone that he should know everything about. Briggs knew the type. Rich, cocky, out of touch with reality. Still, he couldn't help but annoy him every time they saw each other, and he also couldn't help but try to ignore that one time they had gotten along far too well. When they didn't know who the other one was. "In my opinion, their displays were way more interesting when they had those male greeters waving at you right outside." he joked, clearly in a better mood than usual. "So just to be clear, you don't have a personal shopper? Silly as fuck. What else are you supposed to spend all your money on? The fuck?"

The roll of his eyes had started even before Briggs had come out with that ridiculous quip, but it was fitting nonetheless. "Ha-ha. Maybe you should invest in your own personal shopper if you're going to keep going out wearing clothes like that. You do know that just because you can by second-hand whenever you want, it doesn't mean you have to. Or should. Right?" Truth be told, there was nothing wrong with the look -- in fact, Dean would be lying if he tried to say that the other male didn't usually look pretty damn good (even despite the outfits he had opinions no). Thankfully, he didn't need to say another thing. "So, what's your deal then? Come to stare at the Abercrombie & Fitch displays?" Dean tossed back, unable to help the slight smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

closed for @becflores

location: fire & ice gala

"Okay, but...do you know any of these people?" Briggs asked out loud to no one in particular, but also to anyone that was around him and willing to talk about nonsense. "I've lived here almost my entire life and I don't know where they came from. No wonder they hate us. I'd rather stick to my leather jacket and my loud bar with people I know, you know?"