she moves in her own way; closed.

The colossal male wasn't especially astonished when one of his friends came to check on him that night – his mind was currently a cluster fuck of emotions, emotions so pure he was not necessarily sure on how to handle them. Part of him blamed the new girl, Maggie, it was just something about her; she was pleasantly different from the women who often threw themselves at Matt's feet. It was frustrating, it was endearing. Matthew finished off the contents in his glass and gave a grunt in response. What was he supposed to tell his best friend? Totally fine man, just getting my knickers in a twist because of some skank – as if that would go well, he would some like a prepubescent boy. "Just a lot on my mind." His answer was short and the grin that stretched across his features was brief. Even if Matt confided in his friend it wasn't as if Zacky, or anyone else for that matter, would prove to useful. The situation was something the gang leader would have to work out on his own, despite how infuriating that was proving to be. In mild curiosity he glanced to his left as an unfamiliar feminine voice filled his senses – despite the slight annoyance the ruckus had stirred inside of him he couldn't help but grin in amusement.

There was just something far too entertaining about watching Shortshit get his ass handed to him by his sibling, his sibling that was shaking like a damn leaf. "Make sure she doesn't murder the midget. I'm going to try and find Maggie." He gave his friend's shoulder pat before walking out into the hall.
Locating Maggie probably wouldn't be too hard – Matt was almost certain she was hiding away in her room. Was he over stepping a boundary by seeking her out? No, the two were friends. He was allowed to be curious, he was allowed to be worried. He had only known Maggie for a few months, but he would like to think that he knew the girl well enough to know something was eating away at her mind. He stood outside her door and shifted his weight from foot to foot. How ridiculous – he was a leader of a fucking gang and he was hovering outside a door like a fucking teenager. "You alright in there?" He tried to keep his voice detached and nonchalant as he raised his fist to lightly rap on the door in front of him.

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The flaxen haired woman swore to herself that she wouldn't judge her brother for his life choices, she strived to not be her parents. However, it proved to be a chore for the most part. She wasn't fond of the gang, not that she took the time to particularly get to the know them, but she was aware they weren't terrible people. It was just easiest to blame the other's for her brother's wrong-doings. The petite girl spent a good bit of her time avoiding Johnny, her brother, when she knew he was with the gang. However, today was different; today the blonde was on a mission for her sister-in-law. The task of seeking out her brother was not one Noelle was ecstatic to do – in fact she would prefer to skip over it entirely- but she felt a bit sympathetic for her brother's wife or ex, whatever the two had worked out in the past few months. It was such an ordeal that the youngest Seward tried to block most of it. Why get involved? However, three hours into listening to Lacey cry about this and that she was willing to do anything to get the girl to quiet down. She would love to say she was taking part in rounding up her brother for charity, but honestly it was just to ward off any future headaches.

With pursed lips and her eyebrows set in a furrow she stalked into the bar – her attitude faltering for a brief second. She hadn't thought this far ahead, being in the center of the gang was a bit intimidating even if they were just lounging like normal men. No, no she couldn't chicken out now. "Jonathan Seward," She started as she sought out her brother's short frame by the pool table – God, she was grateful she hadn't found him with another woman. How would she explain that to poor Lacey? "Have you been ignoring your wife?" She crossed her arms as she stood off to the side of her brother – now pondering why she couldn't of just called her sibling. Her foot tapped lightly on the ground as she listened to her brother rattle off some excuse – in all honestly she was only paying half attention. "Well, tell her that in a text." Her eyes lifted from the floor to glare at her brother who only shrugged not bothered in the slightest by her intimidation tactics. "I'm serious, Johnny, she takes it all out on me." Noelle all but whined, half tempted to stop her foot in the process.