Ad eorum memoriam quos valde amo. [Open]

[Gabriel McKettrick]

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He wasn't about to go against what his best friend asked of him, though. That would just be wrong on so many levels. It had been an entire year since he had been shot, taking a bullet for Caleb. Since then, they weren't any closer to catching V than they had been back then. To say the least, it was rather frustrating. The man's appearance seemed disheveled, having just recently gotten off the clock. He was still in his police uniform, which fit him quite nicely, if he did say so, himself.

His thoughts wandered toward his best friend and for a moment, he just shook his head. A lot of what Caleb did could be classified as annoying and foolish but either way, Gabriel was his friend. They had been like brothers for as long as Gabriel could remember. The sheriff had helped him stay sane when he needed to be reminded about reality, just as Gabriel had tried to do the same for him. His shoes scuffed along the sidewalk, and he hummed quietly to himself as he approached the flower shop. He hadn't ever really had a date, and he never thought to. He was twenty-six, never had a girlfriend, and never got laid. Talk about a winner.

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[SHASTA LE STOAT]

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shasta had the worst headache she could imagine. it was as if a band of mutant squirrels had ganged up on her brain and were currently having river dance lessons on her skull. to make it worse, mother's day was in a few days, and she had spent most of her money on her current vice: drugs. it had become bad ever since she'd met the rockstar. he'd been so beautiful and sexy, and she'd been taken in by him. caleb had hated him, and that only made it better. she wanted him to be jealous. she hated him sometimes, but she loved him just as powerfully. it was really a pain in the ass sometimes... scratch that. all of the time. it was a pain in the ass ALL of the time. in an attempt to get him out of her mind, she'd gotten involved with a rock start who was, simply put, bad for her lifestyle. she'd fallen off the wagon that had been her life, and she looked like a completely different person than the daddy's girl she'd been when she'd fallen in love with the now-sheriff of the sapphire bay police department. she actually had a favorite drug, and she'd had sex with another man purely because she wanted to. a year go, she would've had a heart attack at the thought of casual sex, but now she went with it and pretended not to care. her body obviously didn't matter to anyone else, so why should it matter to her?

groaning to herself as she stepped out of her car and into the sunlight, she thanked the heavens for the sunglasses protecting her eyes from the powerful sunlight. she'd liked sunny days like this before she'd become best friends with cocaine. now, she was hungover and her head hurt so badly she thought she may throw up. and because she had spent the last week hanging out with the band and getting high, she'd forgotten about mother's day and was now hard-pressed to find something for her mother at a moment's notice. so, she'd settled on flowers. not the most thoughtful gift, but it would have to do. the band was leaving for the rest of their tour in a week, and she had some difficult decisions to make in the meantime. would she go with them on the rest of the tour? was she willing to completely change the life she'd always known to follow a rockstar who'd shown her the darker side of living? she was addicted to his wild lifestyle, having always been a 'good girl', and she liked the idea of dropping everything to just travel the world. she'd never done anything so outrageous.

but there were strong ties keeping her here although she refused to name them.

hurrying for the entrance to the flower shop to get herself out of the blasted sun, she ran full on into a large form and her purse fell to the ground, her things spilling out wildly around her. "shit," she cursed, giving her former self a heart attack. falling to her knees, she began raking everything back into the purse, grabbing the last few items hastily in her hand and standing to address the person she'd collided with. "oh... gabe... i'm sorry," she apologized, wishing he hadn't been the person she'd happened to run into. he was caleb's best friend, and her acquaintance from when she'd been dating caleb, and as she realized what she was holding in her hand between them she also remembered he was a cop. in her hand, along with an emery board, her lipstick, and a hand mirror, was an ounce of cocaine in its neat little plastic baggie. horrified, she dropped the handful of stuff into her purse and smiled up at gabe, hoping he hadn't noticed her illegal stash.

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