ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ - ᴍɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ (ɴᴏᴛ ʏ/ɴ)

                                    

                                          
"𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 (𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡? (𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭?) 𝐁𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 (𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬) '𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡."
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 (𝚈/𝙽) 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙻! 𝚂𝙾 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙿 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 𝚃𝙾!
𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: flvred ← 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎! 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚕. 𝚂𝚘, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!! 
𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘈𝘜
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Booze... Weed... That's what it smelled like in the room full of groups who were in a mafia gang. It could be anything the mafia could be. It was some sort of party built for each group to join up and talk about plans and whatnot but most of them were cautious about sharing their plans too much. Luckily, they all wore masks to keep their identity safe and they hid from rival groups of course. But walking into the room was a young mafia member named Crystal. She was the youngest to join a mafia group at least to her knowledge and she was top of everything. She blended in with everyone else as she wore a black, laced mask across her face. It wasn't the best mask in the world but, eh. It works.
Her mission was to get the deets out of any Mafia leader she could get her hands on. Her eyes wandered over to the dance hall. Nothing there. Then she stepped over to the main lounge area. Nothing there.
Of course, she thought while looking around every corner she could set her sight on. But luckily, the more she walked around the building, the better she found herself at the local main bar with a wall stacked 5 feet high with alcohol upon alcohol on the shelves. Shaking her head at her disappointment of not being able to find what she was looking for, Crystal sat down and asked for a Green Apple Royal Crown. Her mind scattered, not wanting to fail her boss, no. This mission was important for her. Quitting wasn't an option in her case either as she sat herself up and drank some of her booze.
"You from around here, or?"
She jumped a bit from her seat as the Aussie accent caught her off guard. She looked over to her side seeing a boy near her age with a red rose-colored mask with black accents around it. His hair was black and braided as every strand of hair wasn't out. He looked her up and down with a suspicious glaze as Crystal cleared her throat. "Yes. I am around here, thank you very much. And have you ever heard of stranger danger?" "Actually, yes I have but everyone here is a stranger... dumbass." He mumbled, causing her to glare and smack his arm in a hard manner. "Hey! That shit hurts!" He shouts but only enough to where she could hear as he rubbed the spot she smacked him at. "What's your name anyways?" She asked, tilting her head as she took another drink of her Royal Crown. "No no no. I'm not giving my name away to some wacko, first of all." He shook his head and smoked a blunt between his fingers. "Come onnnnn. Why not?" She whined, pouting while crossing her arms. This action caught the boy's attention as a fat grin crept across his face. "You want to know my name, huh? Am I alluring to you, love?"