badlands — hugo &. brielle
Jan 9, 2021 11:38:09 GMT -5
Post by gunner, d9 ₊⊹ 👹 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 9, 2021 11:38:09 GMT -5
— hugo belgrave.
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Seeing the Prescott girl saunter into the club is like watching a housecat enter a wolf’s den.
But, why should he care?
Hugo sits at the back of the club watching, bitter cigar between his lips, a beer bottle in his hand. Cigarette smoke hangs in the air the way the chatter of his various companions does. The speakers blast a sultry tune that weaves in and out of his ears in caustic rhythms. Someone talks to him but he doesn’t take his eyes off Brielle’s goldilocks-strands of hair.
An irritated groan escapes Hugo when he rises from his velvet-cushioned seat and approaches the other, beer in hand. When he’s close, he doesn’t look at her—doesn’t want her to know that he’s been looking. For now, a suspicious stain on the wall across them is more captivating than Brielle, or at least that’s the act he puts on.
“You got the wrong address or something?” Hugo takes a sip from his bottle. “You shouldn’t be here, you and your brother, if the fucker’s around.”
But, why should he care?
Hugo sits at the back of the club watching, bitter cigar between his lips, a beer bottle in his hand. Cigarette smoke hangs in the air the way the chatter of his various companions does. The speakers blast a sultry tune that weaves in and out of his ears in caustic rhythms. Someone talks to him but he doesn’t take his eyes off Brielle’s goldilocks-strands of hair.
An irritated groan escapes Hugo when he rises from his velvet-cushioned seat and approaches the other, beer in hand. When he’s close, he doesn’t look at her—doesn’t want her to know that he’s been looking. For now, a suspicious stain on the wall across them is more captivating than Brielle, or at least that’s the act he puts on.
“You got the wrong address or something?” Hugo takes a sip from his bottle. “You shouldn’t be here, you and your brother, if the fucker’s around.”
