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"You know, I understood you being a little shit when you were younger but now? Now you're just pushing it, Little Throne." It simply wasn't Ronnie and Briggs if they weren't fighting like cats and dogs, in a good way though. Briggs sometimes didn't understand why she had decided to go with being a firefighter instead of joining the family business, but he figured she had her reasons. And she stayed loyal, which was what mattered. "Redbull? Okay, gym bro. What's next, you gonna ask how much I lift? Everyone knew Monster Energy is better by the way." He sipped from his water bottle, smirking back at her. "I've never needed that type of stimulants, actually. Did them a few times, it got boring very quickly. As a firefighter aren't you supposed to be a rule follower and shit, by the way?"

"Hey, don't ask the question if you're not ready to hear the answer." she said with a shrug, turning to lean back against the bar. "I dated a drummer once---Okay, well dated is a nice way of putting it, but you know what I mean. And you're only hurting your case here, Meldaba, if I thought you were a pussy before for not drinking redbull, now I really think you're one for not shoving your face into a line of coke Scarface style. --- And you deign to call yourself a biker and musician," she tutted, as if disappointed.

CLOSED FOR @deanhcrt

LOCATION: sierra shopping mall

A smug grin appeared on Briggs' face when he saw the familiar figure of one Dean Hart appear just a few feet away from him. Mind you, he really shouldn't recognize him that easily, after all, Briggs was supposed to at least dislike him. And boy, did he act like it. Luckily for him, Dean didn't hold back either which probably it even harder for Briggs not to enjoy the banter between them whenever they ran into each other. "So what's your deal here? Don't you pay someone to do all your shopping for you, Mr. Gates?" He joked lightly as he approached the other male.

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"Those are fighting words where I'm from, Ronnie. Are you trying to start a fight?" Briggs retorted easily, not missing a beat. He wasn't always the most forthcoming or social person; often lost in his own head, really. But when it came to people that he was close to, he did what he could. "Energy drinks? Who the fuck died and made you the energy drink police, huh? Jesus." He scoffed, all in good nature and then laughed. "Old? Old?! I'm not that much older than you, you're so trying to pick a fight here. It's rude, actually." He smiled as he got his drink and shook his head. "You're a firefighter? I had no idea."

"And what are you going to do about it, Briggs?" She looked at him, blinking expectantly. She would admit, it was something she loved about her last name. It wasn't a privilege she made use of often (or at least not anymore), but the name 'Throne' gave her a lot of leeway. What was someone going to do, complain to the MC president that his only daughter was pulling shit? "They all taste like piss and we as a society just need to accept and admit that. I just drink whichever the cheapest is." She said with a shrug before chugging the remaining gulps of her beer. "God you're such an old man. What was world war two like, Briggs? Do you still get nightmares? --- I'm a firefighter, not a nun. I did have a life before random drug tests, you know."

Briggs downed two shots of vodka, one after another effortlessly and then gestured the bartender over to ask him to take several of those to the band wherever they were sitting. A small smirk played on his lips at AP's words and he turned his head to look back at him. "It's reserved for dive bars and your mom's bedroom, actually. I'm pretty exclusive." He retorted, though there was no bite to his words. Really, this was something that he would even tell his friends from the MC anyway. "I'm going up there shortly, hence all the shots and the reason why I have been in this seat, sorry to disappoint and not say I just liked the company. I do agree with the first band being better. Their song choices did that."

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The last band on stage had finished their set, followed by the soft applause from the crowd. However, Andrés had found his hand instinctively reaching for his drink that was slid towards him from the bartender. "I think I liked the first band better," he said casually, leaning a forearm onto the marble counter. Despite his gaze trailing forward on the stage to watch as the artists replaced positions, he was acutely aware of who was standing beside him. "You performing tonight? Or is that talent reserved for dive bars?" The tone of his words seemed warm, but there would be no missing the edge that clipped them at the end.

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OPEN for anyone (4/4)

LOCATION: a bar

Briggs set his guitar down on its stand as the crowd around him began to dissipate, a wide smile on his lips as he shook some of the people's hands and thanked them for recording him before he jumped off the stage easily, clearly with years of experience. "Do you think the bartender is gonna hate on us if I order a coffee instead of a beer at this hour? I have another set at another bar before midnight and I don't know how to even get there without falling asleep?" He told the person sitting by the bar.

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In order to survive a very long night of performing, Briggs had done what any great musician and front man of a band does; drugs. He was on cloud nine as the band performed their rendition of I Want You to Want Me at the end of their second set and thanked the crowd by blowing kisses and high fiving the DJ as she took over the stage for her set. He had already caught a glimpse of Dean from the stage, a few times. Maybe too many times. But that was almost normal when the other man was around. His smirk grew as Dean immediately approached him though, Briggs stepped closer to him an eyebrow raised. "Why so curious? You trying to figure out your next move or what?" He teased, his eyes moving up and down his figure as he let all the substances in his body take over like they normally did. "You know, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're enjoying the show."

where: fire & ice gala who: @briggster & dean hart

Shots. Apparently some liquid courage was the only thing that ever got Dean out of his own head and into the fire, so to speak. What did it say about him that he needed to be under the influence to loosen up a bit, to untense his shoulders and, generally, not devolve into a literal panic attack from the sheer amount of tackiness alone? Probably a lot, but he wasn't one to think too far into things. The crowd started cheering as the band finished up their set, and Dean would be lying if he said he hadn't been eyeing the group -- and their front man -- from his place at the bar. Some liquid courage apparently went a decently long way, so the moment he saw Briggs descend the stage and head in his general direction, he found himself offering a smug grin. "Tell me, does getting pelted in the face with underwear make you want to give it your all? Does it help loosen those pipes?"

Briggs was nearing the end of all sets by now, but tonight was hands down one of the best nights of his life and that much was evident as he almost jumped down the stage clapping for his bandmates as he did so. His grin only widened at the sight of Peyton, a nice surprise that had turned into a friend fairly quickly. "We both better walk out of here with a date, actually!" He exclaimed as he hugged her tightly. "That dress probably has everyone doing double takes every time that they see you." Briggs said excitedly and then began leading her to the bar at her request. "I'll have whatever you're having, I can't even remember what I've been drinking all night."

closed starter: @briggster location: main stage, underground fire party, scorpion.

The crowd roared into an eruption, cheering on Briggs and his band after they'd finished their latest set. Peyton raised her glass toward the stage, catching her friend's eye and letting out a triumphant, "Woohoo!" The formalities of the Ice Gala had long since passed and Scorpion's underground was welcoming guests into its fiery abode. The entertainment for the evening was of course, the best band in all of Reno, something that Peyton made sure to let Briggs know when she approached him shortly after he left the stage. "If you didn't already have a Valentine before tonight, you do now. I guarantee you just made the majority of this crowd fall in love with you tonight! That was incredible!" She beamed, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him into her excited embrace. "C'mon, let's go to the bar. I'm buying. What're you drinking?"