closed stater for: @wickcdmind
location: memorial gala // the suites
The man was plastered beyond compare. He wasn't a Detective anymore, there were was no God damn need to worry about getting caught on the job. He was at a party and Cooper was there to party. Usually a loaner, being apart of the Jade Menaces helped him in the aspect of coming out of his fucked up shell that childhood traumas had created for him. He had somehow met Frankie. Wasn't sure if it was a good thing. She was a Syndicate and he was a Jade Menaces. It was messy, they were messy, he was messy. Cooper took a deep breath and downed the rest of his alcohol and knocked on her door "Frank. Frankie open up. It's me." He said for a moment and then continued with "Hope youre in somethin decent... or not."
closed starter for: @sanctimoniicus
location: memorial gala // the suites
Cooper wanted nothing more than to get beyond wasted. This week needed to be over and it needed to be the weekend already. Shitty news from back home that somehow got back to him. He only talked to his mother and little sister but barley. His parents were getting an award and a street named after them and the mayor of Southport in North Carolina wanted the whole family there. The whole family, that meant Cooper. Cooper had to go and he just simply did not want too. Simply could not go. Thank god there was free booze tonight because Cooper was plastered. He was walking up to his room to drink himself to sleep when Cooper saw who was coming "What the fuck are you looking at? Leave me fuckin be and let me drink my free fuckin booze." Cooper spat at Remington and then shook his head "What do you want? I'm not on the fuckin clock." Cooper shrugged and looked down at the ground for a moment then continued with "What do you want Bishop?"