brett

Who: Brett
Where: Around
When: Early hours

Who: Brett and Clayton
Where: Random Restaurant
When: Night

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their apartment
When: Night

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their apartment
When: Afternoon

Who: Brett and open
Where: the Kitten Club
When: Evening

It was strange, almost, being back here, but not in a professional capacity. Not standing backstage, or watching with hawk eyes the clientèle, making sure they didn't get too close to the dancers. No, tonight the atmosphere was very different, and he was here in a different capacity. He was here as a customer.

He'd had some looks when they'd first got here - plus more than a few greetings from the staff, albeit occasionally cautious ones. After all, he wasn't a part of the syndicate any longer, and some people really didn't know what to make of him these days. From O'Malley heavy to... That was the issue. They weren't sure really what it was to. Other than he was on the arm of Eris Stockard and, rumour had it, a business man in his own right. Rumour had a lot of things these days, though - not all of them were true.

He'd left Eris talking with some people she'd know and he hadn't, she'd been okay, and he hadn't been able to help out and so had given his excuses, going to check out the lie of the land elsewhere. That had involved settling himself into a group conversation. At least, it had been a group until most of the other people had wandered off, leaving him with only one other person, who he turned to, since they seemed like they weren't going to leave. "Seems like a good turn out," he said."

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their place
When: Evening
NSFW

He woke up groggy - always a sign that he'd gone to sleep far too tired and fallen into a deep, deep sleep. The fact that the bed was cool beside him let him know that she'd gotten up some time ago, even if she'd come to bed with him at dawn. He glanced at the window, where the evening sun showed pale through a gap in the curtains. Apparently, he'd slept all day.

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their apartment
When: After midnight

Who: Brett, Ava, Andrei, Eris
Where: A restaurant
When: Night

Time meant nothing. Every second lasted a lifetime. Hours stretched, and each moment was filled with a pain that made everything bright white yet inky dark at the same time. Nothing was in focus. Opening eyes almost an impossibility. He hadn't moved for days, weeks - months, it felt like. But it couldn't be that long.

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: All over town
When: Night

Princess

Brett.

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their place
When: late

Who: Brett
Where: His apartment
When: Morning

Brett sat behind the office desk glaring at the spilled roses he could see by the elevator doors, aware of the hole he’d left in the office wall where he’d thrown a paperweight at it minutes ago, in frustration at the fact she’d walked out on him again.

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their apartment
When: Morning

Eris was awake, debating leaving for the day, to go for a walk. Really, she was still wondering what the hell was going on between she and Brett, but that wasn't something that was going to leap to the forefront of her mind, not something that had some perfect answer that she would suddenly land upon. So, she was very heavily considering going out, leaving, not coming back until late evening. Mostly she was just trying to figure out if she left a note or not.

who: brett, eris and jakob
where: brett and eris' offices
when: mid day

who: brett and eris
where: their place
when: late morning

Light shouldn't be able to shine into closed eyes. That was Brett's first thought for the day as he grumbled and rolled over in bed, away from the shaft of light that was cruelly torturing him out of sleep and biting straight into the pounding in his head. He grabbed a pillow from underneath him and pulled it over his face, but it was too late. He was awake. He really, really didn't want to be awake.

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: The One More Round, then across town and to their place
When: Late
NSFW

Brett had watched from the back of the bar for the whole of her act. And once Dutch had moved away, nobody else had bothered him. Apparently there was some real benefit in being seen talking to one of the regulars. He'd remember that one for the future. But, for now, he'd stood alone, always with a drink in hand, but not actually drinking a whole lot for all of that. It was simply for appearances until she took her leave and the band took over properly.

He'd given her five minutes, and then he'd made his way to the door backstage. He wasn't surprised when he got stopped, but he'd done this job in another place, he knew how this one went, and a few greens and the right words had got him through easily enough, despite the fact that the 'act' was meant to be being kept anonymous. If he ran this place, security would be rather tighter than it was.

Nobody else stopped him once he was backstage and walking like he was meant to be there, and it wasn't like it was a big place, especially not compared to the backstage area of the Kitten Club. It didn't take him long to find her dressing room and he leaned against the wall, by the side of the door, before reaching over to knock.

Who: Brett and Dutch
Where: One More Round
When: Evening/Night

Brett was aware just how bad an idea this could be. There were two types of people who were actively unwelcome in the 'Round - cops, and mob guys. At one time or other in his life, Brett Trent had been both, and there were people here who would not have forgotten that fact. The party the other night at the Drake had shown pretty damn clearly that his face was known, and his story. As Eris had said last night - before the bitch walked out on him, that was - he was not an anonymous man.

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their place
When: Night

The throbbing in the side of Brett's head had subsided slowly over the course of the day, but the bruising remained. He wasn't a pretty sight, one eye swollen almost shut, surrounded by a vivid display of multi-coloured skin. There really was no avoiding the fact that he'd been hit, and by something hard. Unsurprising, really, since his business partner, his lover, had pistol whipped him last night in the midst of another one of their set-tos.

who: brett and eris
where: their place
when: after the party
(briefly nsfw)

They'd made a final circuit around the room. That part, admittedly, was a blur for her. Just empty social niceties that she did just fine with, but she wasn't even trying to commit to memory. During that time she was just so very aware of Andrei's presence. And then, Brett had asked her just how long they had to stay, and she'd given the okay to go home.

Who: Maya, Eris and Brett and then OPEN TO ALL
Where: The Mayor's Party
When: Evening

who: brett and eris
where: their place
when: before the party

She needed to be calmer than this. She was very, very aware of that. And she'd never been a woman who was given to bouts of nerves, but right now, that was what it felt like. Like her stomach was in knots, and she'd not eaten earlier because of it. She still didn't feel like she could eat anything. She'd tried to get as much sleep as possible, but she wasn't entirely sure she'd gotten much. It felt a lot like she was still tired, even if she didn't feel sleepy.

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Their apartment
When: Morning

who: brett and eris
where: their new place
when: early evening

Who: Brett and Lily
Where: Around Town
When Afternoon

Despite the fact that it was still winter, despite the fact that it was still cold, Lily was enjoying the weather none the less. She sat on the steps of the Alexandrian Library sipping a hot chocolate that she'd picked up from the cafe down the block, the rest of her lunch sitting beside her, half eaten and somewhat forgotten as she sat there.

Who: Brett
Where: The Echo
When: Afternoon

He'd considered waiting until after the day was done, but he wanted to get this going now. It would be riskier at this time, he knew, but he was relying on the fact that there were people all over the place, and he wasn't going to be face to face with the people who would end up with the information he was giving out. Hopefully, he was providing enough that any nosey and inquisitive reporter would be too busy acting on the dirt, than trying to trace down the delivery boy.

who: brett and eris
where: their new place
when: eveningish

The warmth.

It felt so good to be warm – and felt so terrible to feel so good to be warm, right now.

He wore a scarf, up over his nose and mouth. It meant he could breathe properly, but the smoke and ash still got in his eyes. He felt like he’d become immune to the smell. At first, it had almost been enough to make him sick – he’d retched a few times. But now, hours later, he was just there.

He could put up with the smell, because it meant being warm, truly warm, for the first time in weeks.

who: brett and eris
where: her place
when: wee hours
(nsfw)

Brett's world, which had never run to a real timetable that normal people would recognise, had, in the past day or so, completely ceased to run to any timetable at all.