SUMMARY: Bishop gets a late night visit from a man you never thought you’d see again.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; drugs mention; 1.5k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Tay, please remember to take deep breaths and that I love you.
It’s dark when you wake up again, the clock telling you it’s well past midnight. Ez is gone, having slipped out sometime after the meeting was over. By the time you get back to Santo Padre, your sleep schedule is going to be fucked. As it is, having nothing to do, you find yourself sleeping more just to make the time pass.
Opening your door to the common area, you see Bishop sitting alone, the TV on but muted as he watches the colors move on the screen. “Hey, sweetheart. I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“Nah,” you wave your hand at him. “I’m good. How are you doing?”
“Never been better.” You can see the lie in the bags under his eyes, the tired hunch of his shoulders.
SUMMARY: Bishop gives you a surprise that lets you reconnect with the rest of the club.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; 1.7k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I love prospect!EZ
The next morning, you wake up alone in bed, the TV turned off and the blankets pulled over you. You must have fallen asleep and Hank either went next door or called some of the guys and met them back out on the strip. You stretch, joints popping back into place as you throw the covers back.
Crawling out of bed, you walk to the windows, throwing open the curtains, letting the mid morning sun fill the room. The sidewalks below you are still full of people. New York City might be known as the city that never sleeps, but you haven’t seen as many people in your life as you have since you’ve been here.
SUMMARY: Getting settled in, you find out how far Bishop will go to keep you safe.
WARNINGS: 18+ only, 1.6k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: does something like this exist? Idk. May have had made it up just for this story? It’s more likely than you think.
You slip the key into the door, swinging it open and standing back so Hank can walk in the room with your bags. He manages to flick the light switch with his elbow, walking down the narrow hallway, you right behind him.
“Uh,” he says, stopping short.
You can’t see around him, between the actual broadness of the man, plus the bulk of the bags he’s carrying. “What’s wrong?”
He steps further into the room and you finally see what has stopped him.
SUMMARY: After running into some other club members on your way back to the hotel, you manage to convince Hank to bend the rules a bit and a stranger catches your eye.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; gambling mention, migraine mention, 1.7k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I struggle with tagging warnings. If I need to tag something, please let me know. Also, want to thank @lovebarefootblonde again for the lovely banner.
You are walking back to the hotel, trying your best not to drag your feet too much when you run into Creeper and Riz in front on the sidewalk.
“Hey guys,” you say excitedly. “Where are you headed?”
“This fool can’t hang, so we are headed back up to the room,” Creeper says, throwing a thumb over his shoulder at Riz, who shakes his head.
