✦ - *⁎ ABEL | Interactions . - Blog Posts

FOR : vicente ! @newwayin. LOCATION : sister's of the moon.

" trust me, vic, i'm good on all ... that. " abel quirks his head towards the side at the sign reminding customers about tarot cards and all things mystic. really, has never felt the draw to this side of the town, but friendships lead you to some strange fucking places. " sounded like you were gonna go on a mile long run when you called me. shit, need to take a jog? said you were off in a bit. " vicente, vicente, he was always the type to get wrapped up in his head. a sensitive soul left in the world. had a bit of a soft spot for him — his natural fucking opposite, or so abel thinks. " can't guarantee i can clear your head, but misery loves company or something like that. "

" that right? how many times i gotta tell you redstone ain't the type of place to make requests? " hard-edged, but not exactly mean in spirit. even peppers in a low, deep in the chest laugh as he says it. regardless, yes, there's a chilled red wine labelled with renee kelly. a man gets asked enough times he just might bend. repeating himself got a bit old anyway. fingers snag one of the crystal wine glasses and its poured without a word, slid over in the same way. " come on, renee. you really think i should be drinking on the clock? " his own timeclock at that. he's paused his habit, ironically enough. had to keep a clear fucking head as of late, apparently. still, abel can bend a little. pours himself two fingers of whiskey, glances around the bar and then leans against the deep cherry wood. " you never change. tellin' me all the shit going around hasn't effect you yet? "

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" abel , how many times do i have to tell you that we need to massively improve redstone's wine listing ? " she closes the drink menu with a beleaguered sigh but offers him a bright , renee kelly - esque smile . " tell me you have a nice chilled red hiding away back there for me . " renee will have her one sensible glass , then go home at a sensible hour , because that's what she does : renee kelly is a sensible woman . her eyes glint though , when she looks at abel . " you're not going to make me drink alone , are you ? "

FOR : bronte ! @lifekisses. LOCATION : bronte's residence.

to say the turbulence of red creek wasn't getting to abel would be an understatement. since resurfacing in the town after a month's absence ... it seems like it's different shit new day. though, maybe, it'd be same shit, different day in abel's case. a man around for the original disturbances of the town now witnessing the potential recreation of them. the same fear, same unease, same anxiety. no, he he isn't immune to it ; finds himself scanning the open spaces of the bar more closely, bartending more often with it. his own version of paranoia, capturing regulars and noting flight risks. however, it seemed he didn't have to scan the bar for a new fucking disturbance. the register thrust forth for him. an unsavory picture and he couldn't hide his shock behind the counter. his course of action is immediate, thoughtless.

he doesn't call bronte. doesn't ask if he could check in on her — does what he's done for a handful of years and walks over there. knocks against her door in quiet fours. once she answers, he gives a sigh. " hey, ronnie. hope i ain't interrupting, but ... figured a friendly face might do you some good. "