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[eversohandsome]

WHO: Handsome Bob & YOU
WHERE: PICK A PLACE all prompts can be applied to any city
WHEN: MARCH
WHAT: Mostly a March catch-all but includes Bob trying to be good at his job and just... not. CR building. Potential road trip. Potential crime-y connections.
WARNINGS: Violence, fight club, semi-friendly savage punch ups, blood & injuries

{ 01. Workin' 9 to 5 / What a way to make a livin' | 18+ }

Bob's able to count the number of different jobs he's had one one hand (crooked pinky and all).

Sweeping the floor at his mum's best mate's hair salon didn't last long. Weekend work at Asda was a laugh right up until he got fired for racing the forklift up aisle twelve and taking out a lovingly stacked display of Heinz Baked Beans. The ones with the sausages in. Working in a factory making and packaging air fresheners for cars had given him a natural aversion to never hanging anything 'pine fresh' from the overhead mirror in any of his cars. His last job had been getaway driver for his gang, the Wild Bunch. And now he's a spokesmodel, his first and only current gig for a company trying to launch a competitor app to the well-known dating app, imPress.

It's with a belatedly regretful realisation that not only has his new employer set him up on the app to make it seem more relatable, but they've already made all his dating decisions for him. Some which aren't exactly in line with his current preferences. In fact, according to the app, he's up for dating just about anything that moves. Dressed head-to-toe in an outfit that's a lot more purposely put together than his own haphazardly casual style, he's wandering around with his usual swagger, grinning at anybody he makes eye contact with.

"Hello, you. You look friendly," he delivers charmingly, handsome smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he falls in step with the latest person who's shared more than a split-second of eye contact, comms device in hand. "How's your day going? Can I nick a couple of minutes of your time to make it even better?"


{ 02. You got a fast car / I want a ticket to anywhere | OTA }

Sometimes, there's just something relaxing about sitting in the driver's seat of a car and letting the engine rumble quietly. Pulled over and with no fixed destination in mind, Bob's playing a game on his comms device, enjoying the gentle purr of his car (it's his now, anyway) and a rare moment of feeling almost content at being on his own. His usual need to be with other people is dampened only by a long day at work and the prospect of taking the car for a spin in his very near future is making him feel better.

The past month has seemed to rush by, faster than he could have imagined, and with its steep learning curve, a strange sense of freedom he hadn't realised he'd been missing before. A fresh start hadn't ever been something that he thought he'd needed and while he still misses his family, his mates, he's found new people to bother. He smiles to himself as the thought of new friends warms him from the inside, only looks up when he clocks somebody standing right in front of his stationery car, not moving an inch. It's not like he'd planned on racing off just yet, but his eyebrows raise all the same, a slow hand reaching up to signal a wave.


{ 03. But I take care of my fam, I'm a gangster | 18+ for option a, option b (closed) }

It feels like a while since Bob's been in any kind of scrap. He'd thought Ronan might have kicked his arse for taking a lightsaber that didn't belong to him, but that didn't happen and instead he came away from that meetup feeling like he really wished it had. So it's exhilarating to feel deep in his bones that familiar sensation of danger. Of walking a fine line and not knowing how he's going to be walking away from it. From feeling the adrenaline pouring into his blood until he's almost high off it.

He's ready to walk a little more on the wild side and if he can't race anybody on the streets he'll have a friendly punch up instead. How he'd heard about this particular fight club he can't quite remember, but he's here, stripped down to his waist and ready to go.

option a.
"We avoiding the face or...?" he asks his opponent, question genuine and smile real as he rolls his shoulders in an attempt to loosen up. It doesn't really make much difference, he's a bit out of shape. Too many burgers and not enough running from the police. It's been a bit boring, honestly.


option b. - later | Closed » Kaz Brekker
Sitting on a low wall outside the seedy looking establishment he's just emerged from, Bob's holding a bag of frozen peas to one eyebrow and trying to stem the flow of blood from his split lip. Don't ask him where he got the peas from, he really doesn't know. He might look like he'd lost that fight (and maybe he did) but he's in a good mood regardless.

"'scuse me, mate," he asks the next person to walk by, trying not to come across as intimidating as he might look, shaved head and obviously having been fighting.

"You got the time by any chance?"

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[codeofiron]

Alright, now he's on firm ground. Brandon's expression settles into neutral as he offers a hand.

"Brandon Heat."

[eversohandsome]

"Nice to meet you, Brandon," Bob returns, clasping the other man's hand in a handshake that is as warm as it is friendly. It might be the one and only time Bob will refer to Brandon by his actual name, his penchant for nicknames a habit he can't quite shake.

"I'll level with you, B Dog, this app ain't for everybody."

It's really not the thing to say to somebody who you're trying to get to sign up, but Bob has his reasons. Mostly that his own preference is to get out and meet people face-to-face. Apps aren't helpful with that.

"Some people like meeting people on the fly, yeah? But if you're the sort of bloke who likes having a gander at people before you have to meet 'em... this is gonna be useful."

[codeofiron]

B-Dog? That's definitely a new one. He doesn't mind nicknames, though - the informality of it is a little nice, actually. As is the shift from full sales pitch to explanation.

Brandon shrugs, but with a smile. "Not for me. But thanks."

[eversohandsome]

Nodding slowly, bottom lip sucked into his mouth thoughtfully, Bob eventually snaps out of his reverie and shrugs an easy shoulder. Honestly, he doesn't really give a shit if people download the app or not. It's a job and apparently he has to do it, but that doesn't mean he's in any way, shape or form a salesman with any commitment to the product.

"Fair enough. Honestly? I don't use it either." It's a confession that falls from Bob's mouth as easily as his name would.

"Where you off to anyway? Ain't seen you round here before." It's a roundabout way of Bob asking what he's stopped the other man from doing. The fact that he hasn't seen Brandon around before is completely inconsequential. Mostly he's just a sucker for smalltalk, for getting to know people face-to-face.