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HEAT WAVES || Rafe Cameron
Summary: What if Rafe can’t get inside your head? What if you completely turn his world without knowing?
Warnings: drugs, addiction, mentions of sexual stuff, !gender of reader not mentioned!
Road shimmer
Wiggling the vision
Heat heat waves
I'm swimming in a mirror
The warm summer breeze is making your hair flow back as you sit beside me. The sunsets show is stolen by your beauty. I would never tell you that though.
Road shimmer
Wiggling the vision
Heat heat waves
I'm swimming in a mirror
I see you. Sitting there with your messy hair and a bottle of beer in your left hand while listening to your girlfriends. They seem to enjoy those beach parties, you don’t. I would never admit that I stare at you though.
Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been faking me out
Can't make you happier now
We meet. I certainly didn’t expect you while picking up my weekly coke. You shouldn’t be doing this, it’s not good. But yet I am so fascinated. What else is it I don’t know about you?
Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been faking me out
Can't make you happier now
Here we are. Making out in the back of my car. You approached me after a party. Never took you for the hook-up-type-of-girl. But you taste almost too delightful to deny. Have you been watching me too?
Usually I put
Something on TV
So we never think
About you and me
Nobody knows about us. Just a fling as you describe it. But don’t you think about me too when you’re alone? It’s freaking me out almost, even though you keep me calm.
But today I see
Our reflections
Clearly in Hollywood
Laying on the screen
The messages are always dry. People who like you aren’t like that usually. If the “hey” is written with only one y there’s something wrong they say. Don’t you see how desperately i need you?
You just need a better life than this
You need something I can never give
Fake water all across the road
It's gone now the night has come but
You are right. I am not worth it, you are the sunshine meanwhile I’m the thunder. All the coke, you handle it so well, play it off like the good perfect girl you seem to be. Why can’t I?
Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been faking me out
Can't make you happier now
Yet it takes one call and I’m yours again. You keep me up at night, without your company or with. I would do anything for you. Even though you leave without a good bye each morning.
You can't fight it
You can't breathe
You say something so loving but
Now I've got to let you go
You'll be better off in someone new
I don't wanna be alone
You know it hurts me too
I can’t do this. You are too good for me. All the dark moments, overshadowed by your light. I need you to stay away from me.
I haven’t called for 2 weeks. Did you even notice? Always so careless, but I like that about you. I decide to text you one last time. Just a summer fling I tell myself.
“Thank you for getting me clean again.” is the best I come up with. You never realized it. I didn’t need coke to be with you. But you did.
-j
Song lyrics: Heat waves - Glass Animals
:)
jj maybank text post meme
the way my mind completely skipped over the fact that there was a murder in season one 💀
best player, best bet.
pairings. hockey!jj maybank x fem!reader, hockey!rafe x fem!reader
part two of four.
about. jj makes a proposition and reader is unsure
part one, part two, part three
warnings. not my gif, swearing, short chap
ricky rocks. yuh, school sucks ass
“i want to make another bet with you.”
“maybank, you have to be about the dumbest person i know if you think-”
“hold on, hear me out.”
jj had driven you all the way out to north carolina’s end and virginia’s state beginning. the two of you were shoved into a booth across from one another that looked out over the splitting concrete of the parking lot jj had his truck parked in. snow begun to slowly fall and you felt chills crawl up your spine as you thought of the small, but cold snowflakes piling up for winter’s beginning.
jj slid his hot plate of fries toward you. you glanced down at the before looking back up to up to him. he had his forearms pressed against the table, slightly rubbing his finger tips against the sticky green surface, silver ring gleaming in the snowy late afternoon light. his face was slowly clearing from his summer tan despite obx always being sunny and the hair peaking out from beneath his snapback hat was turning darker from its usual sunny blonde.
he always looked good and it made you nervous.
“i know you want the best player award,” he mumbled, “and i know you won’t win it unless i step down.”
you raised your brows, waiting for him to emphasize.
“i’m already set, i know i’ll get a scholarship even without a piece of paper—or trophy that says i’m good,” your lip twitched at the sound of his slight bragging while he now clasped his hands on the sticky table. “you’re good at the game, like really good, but half the scouts are too misogynistic to allow themselves to notice it, y/n.”
your lips were pressed into a thin line, slightly caught off guard by his words despite you already knowing all of this. it was just strange hearing it from his mouth.
“what do you want in return?”
he smiled slightly, glancing down at his hands like he was embarrassed for even asking, “i need a date.”
you inhaled sharply, “to what?”
“ward’s hosting a party, or not so much a party but a get together that’s supposed to reel scouts in for a better chance of me and the team getting offers,” you glanced to the side, suddenly remembering when ward had done the same thing with rafe. it was a complete shit-show due to rafe still being knee deep in his coke addiction. “ward wants me to get a date because it puts out a better image and said it doesn’t matter who just as long as they have a pretty smile and can clean up nice.”
“so you want me... to be your date?” you were taken aback, leaning slightly away from him in your seat.
“you have a pretty smile, don’t you?” you inhaled sharply, causing his smile to increase, “relax, puck bunny, i really only chose you because your ass isn’t so bad to look at.”
you rolled your eyes, now shaken from your slight shock, “alright, asshole-”
“we have a deal or not?”
°•
“no, no deal,” rafe shakes his head as he scrapes the last of the pork from yesterday’s dinner onto his plate, “you haven’t even ‘repaid’ the last bet, so why add onto your debt?”
you watched him arranged and work around your kitchen while he spoke. your hands were folded and your posture was straight as you thought hard about this. you had left jj with the answer of ‘i’ll think about it’ just as he had dropped you off at home—and of course, you had to question rafe on the situation even as you already knew what his answer would be, which was—
“it’s stupid,” he shook his head once more, “knowing my father, he probably already has a girl lined up for him.”
“oh c’mon,” you slightly popped your lip out as he turned to face you and set his full plate at the island, “do you think they have as pretty as a smile as i do.”
rafe was silent for a minute, examining your face before scoffing in amusement, shaking his head, “don’t start.”
“what?”
“you know,” he shrugged, “i would’ve thought you were smarter than to fall for a guy who calls you pretty like once.”
“shut up,” you rolled your eyes before leaning forward on one your elbows, while reaching for one of grapes on rafe’s plate, “why’s ward even throwing this party anyways?”
he shrugged, “your new boyfriends really good, better than me, and knowing my father, he’ll take anything that benefits him. and jj seems to have a benefiting future ahead of him.”
°•
y/n: deal
jj maybank: ?
y/n: i’ll take your deal, but if you pull anything, i’ll punch you and the deals off
jj maybank: anything for you hockey puck
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country club killer.
pairings. rafe cameron x fem!reader
about. rafe is leaving, and he feels he owes it to you to let you know
warnings. swearing and angst
ricky rocks. fat crush on rafe cameron 😻
“hey, sweetheart,” a hand lightly clamped down on your shoulder, taking you by surprised as you turned, seeing rafe and relaxing with a soft smile that he always loved so much.
“country club,” you smirked, “it’s been awhile.”
“miss me?”
you rolled you’re eyes. of course you did, but you couldn’t say it. it wasn’t apart of the game, the taunting and teasing. admitting you missed his company and pretty face would be a humiliation of losing.. and you didn’t like losing.
“never.”
he scoffed lightly, shaking his head as he slowly eased into the seat next to you at your place at the bar. you were holding a glass of water that could be easily mistaken for straight vodka.. which is said because rafe did mistake it for the toxic drink when clasping the glass from your grip and sipping it lightly. he narrowed his brows in surprisal, questioning you as you watched him with a twinge of amusement.
“i’m cutting back.”
“oh really?”
“yeah.”
“didn’t know you were a quitter all of a sudden.”
“shut up,” you shook your head, turning your head back to the tv hinged high on the wall playing a tennis match.
he smiled, squeezing your shoulder before rubbing your back. he was hesitant about touching you when arriving and almost wanting to refrain from it, but he couldn’t help himself; grazing his fingers over the skin that was slightly exposed from your lower back underneath your tight green tank top.
you eased in it, almost leaning into his warm touch of grazing his knuckles against your already hot skin, but also sending chills up your spine from the metal ring he always wore.
“you play today?”
“mhm.”
“did you win?”
“mhm.”
“why’re you cutting back?”
your eyes diverted from the television, gazing over to the glass cup that sat between you and rafe, almost empty, “i kind of blacked out and ended up somewhere i had never been to.. before.”
he shook his head, continuing to rub your back, “you didn’t call me?”
“i don’t have your number, country club.”
“yes, you do.”
you shook your head, eyebrows slightly quirked.
“why wouldn’t you have my number?”
“you never gave it to me.”
rafe knew he didn’t. there was a reason why.
“how’d you get home?”
“topper.”
he hummed in reply, of course, “you shouldn’t be stupid.”
“and what, be more like you?” you arched your brow and he paused with caressing your skin, “the last time i checked, you were spending all of daddy’s money on coke.”
“don’t.”
“don’t what?”
“don’t be a brat.”
you smirked.
it was silent again and your eyes were back on the tv while his analyzed the side of your face intently, memorizing it.
“you’re being creepy, country club.”
he hummed.
“why’re you being weird.”
“what do you mean?”
“usually.. we’re fucking or at your house, but right now you’re doing a terrible job at attempting to make small talk.”
there’s a long silence and you almost swear you made him mad by the way he looks away from you and at the ground. but he isn’t, he doesn’t growl nor whisper a pointless insult or threat in your ear, he doesn’t do anything but stay silent.
and it worries you.
“y/n,” he presses his lips into a thin line, “i cant see you anymore.”
“what?”
“i cant see you anymore. i’m going away and i don’t know when i’ll be back,” he avoids your stare, “i don’t think i am coming back.”
“what, rafe, why?” your chest tightens and you feel as if you’re going to have a melt down, you didn’t know why. “what do you mean you’re leaving?”
he looks up for a split second, enough time to recognize the hurt beginning to swarm your eyes, “something.. something bad happened or not really bad but- somethings come up and i have to leave.. with wheezie and rose.”
your body was now fully averted to face rafe as you were stunned and taken aback, not knowing how to consume this information.
you weren’t sure why you felt this way. why you felt as if someone had dropped a million pounds on your stomach and it was getting hard to breathe from the lump forming in your throat. you knew you had some feelings for rafe, just not so much to the point someone could mistake you as love sick at this point.
“why?”
“hm?”
“rafe,” you paused, thinking of what you could say and you truly didn’t know, but you stopped yourself from saying anything stupid or anything that would clue that you cared a lot more than you should. you slowly stood, clasping his bicep lightly, “good luck, country club.”
you pressed a kiss on the side of his cheek before walking away, holding your breath from any noises that would indicated the pain you felt in your chest from it shattering.
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best player, best bet.
pairings. hockey!jj maybank x fem!reader, hockey!rafe cameron x fem!reader
part three of four.
about. you and jj go shopping for a dress
part one, part two, part three
warnings. swearing, gif not mine, abuse :/
ricky rocks. this is to make up for the last part lol (i also hated the way this turned out tbh)
“hello?”
“hey, hockey puck.”
“maybank.”
“don’t sound so excited,” you could hear his stupid grin from the other side of the line, it made your lips twitch slightly as you slowly sat at the edge of your bed.
“what do you want?”
“ward called for a dinner rehearsal,” he mumbled, “i need you there.”
“why?”
he sighed, rubbing his chin, “ward wants to get to know everyone before ‘the big show’, make sure everything moves smoothly.”
“i’ve already met ward,” you gritted, reminiscing about all the times you attended the elizabeth city hockey parties he hosted at the end of the year to celebrate the season. you weren't so fond of him despite him being one of your biggest supporters.
“where are you right now.”
"i'm home.. why?"
it was silent and you could practically hear the gears in his head turn as he thought along with the silence, his lips pressed into a thin line as he paced his room within the cameron house, "you have a dress yet?"
°•
jj had one hand gripping the steering wheel of his truck while the other held the gear shift, tapping his finger lightly so some sound filled the air. but it somehow made the atmosphere more awkward with no words to say and no things to do as you tapped your own fingers against the door, eyes glancing out the window every once and awhile, observing the gloomy air that was slowly falling over obx- - something you always loved when winter took over; when the cold nipped at your cheeks and turned them red, always giving you an excuse to wrap up in blankets and drink excessive amounts of hot drinks.
you tipped your head slightly, your eyes now roaming for something to create thought, and something did once you came to realization after studying the nice interior of the truck; clean, no sign of dirt anywhere. it smelt nice, even as jj's hockey bag was thrown in the backseat, which was unusual because the smell of sweat was always so distinct, even on your own bag, and you would consider yourself a cleanliness person.
jj was from the cut. you knew him and you knew who his friends were. you felt like an asshole thinking it but you have known him since third grade, when he had came in late on the first day with dirt staining his shirt and face. he was no stranger to fun and you were sometimes envious of it, having the ability to let go and not think.
so why was his truck so clean? you knew but you still asked;
"why do you live with ward?"
he seemed to tense a little, his grip on the wheel tightening while readjusting himself. his other hand no longer held the gear shift but was rather now running a hand through his hair, an audible exhale fizzling past his lips.
maybe you shouldn't have asked...
as well as knowing jj had the nature of letting loose and having no care, you were also aware of his rough home life with his father, something rafe had told you, something you wished you hadn't known.
"never mind, uh sorry-"
"no, no," he shook his head, shooing away your apology, "it's fine. not that big of a deal anyways."
silence and then...
"i've never really had.. anything," he rubbed his lips together, hesitant with whether or not he should be telling this to you, which he knew deep down that he probably shouldn't, but he wanted to, he wanted someone to know. "never anything to anyone until ward. he saw something in me that nobody saw and it was like finally someone cared. that's why i live with him.. i don't have to think about anything, worry about anything anymore because he runs my whole life and there's something comforting about that."
you watched him as he talked, trying his best to explain it while clenching and unclenching his fist around the black leather wheel, keeping a strong focus on the road due to not wanting to look at you.
"but i had to shape up and there's nothing wrong with a little discipline," he tilted his head a little, saying these words as if reminding himself of this. it made your chest tighten as you watched him a little closely with sympathetic eyes, but you weren't sure why.
the dinner rehearsal started at 6:30, giving you and jj an hour to find a black dress for the scout party. the two of you had been at it for already an hour and neither of you could find what you were looking for. but mostly because half the time the two of you were screwing around, trying on things that weren't even black nor a dress. sharing stupid hockey gossip, and even giving each other pointers.
you would have never thought you would ever been hanging out with jj on your free time or even finding joy in his company. it was unusual to say the least, almost wrong, but you couldn't find the nerve to care as you sat across from him in the waiting area of the dressing room.
"you going to try on those dresses or not?" he motioned toward the pile of black dresses the two of you had randomly compiled together before entering into the private area.
"i don't know."
"we got like half an hour before i have to drop you off and get you ready," he checked his phone before looking back up to you, giving you a pointed look. "i should've asked if you can get ready fast."
"i can."
"try on a dress."
you huffed before pulling yourself up to your feet, grabbing onto the pile before walking into the little room meant for changing. the first dress was a no-go right off the bat, the second one didn't even cover half your chest, and the thrid-
"you gonna let me see or not?" jj had himself propped up against the dressing room doorframe by his elbow, waiting for you to finally show him one of the many dresses the two of you had picked out.
"hold on," you slightly mumbled, extending your arm behind you, attempting to reach the zipper.
"i thought you said you got ready fast."
you opened the dressing room door with a annoyed frown, something that quickly lost its effect once you became taken aback when looking up to jj who had a smirk on his face, practically crammed up against you with how close he was leaned up against the doorframe. you huffed, losing the shock while holding the front of the dress tightly against your chest in fear of it slipping.
"i need you to zip me up."
"what?" jj looked caught off guard, now looking you up and down, almost not understanding your question till you turned around, revealing the low zipper the stopped right before your butt. he still looked shocked as his eyes met yours in the body length mirror placed in the center wall of the dressing room before traveling down toward the zipper. "this the dress i picked out?" he coughed, hesitantly clasping the small piece of plastic.
you hummed in reply, diverting your eyes to the ground as the feeling of his knuckles slowly dragging up the middle of you back made your stomach twist into knots. you held your breath as you connected the coldness to the silver ring he wore on his pointer finger.
you could hear him exhale as well the moment the zipper was pulled all the way to the top and he made sure to take a wide step away from you before fully looking you in the eyes. you turned to face him, giving him a lopsided smile before he finally spoke, "looks good."
that was the dress you chose.
°•
"you're late," ward was on jj the moment he had walked through the front door with his hand tightly gripping the boy's bicep, attempting to guide him away and fast toward his room upstairs where you were sure a more formal outfit was laid out for him.
you clenched your jaw as your presences seemed to have been completely shrugged off as you were left at the front door alone.
after you had bought the black dress, jj drove you home to allow you to change. you wore a short purple dress that had practically knocked the breath out of jj due to him never seeing you in anything but your hockey gear and clothes that tended to cover you whole. you had to bite back a smirk.
the whole backyard must have been where everything was being hosted due to that being where everyone was mingling. it made you feel sort of out of place which was rather unusual since you had a the tendency to fit right in when it came to events like these. you had to.
"really went through with it, huh?"
you glanced back to see rafe holding a glass of alcohol. he was dressed up in a button up just like the rest of the boys were with slack pants. you grinned over to him with a slight tip of your head, "you look like a douche."
he scoffed, giving you a look up and down, "okay, princess." he threw back the rest of his drink before setting it down on a table. he shoved his hands in his pockets before strolling to your side, "i thought you were going to keep your dignity and not take his deal."
you shrugged, "i really want to win best player."
"so you're going to fuck him for it?"
you rolled your eyes before planting an elbow to his ribs, "don't be an ass. i've wanted this since elementary school and i think i can get it if jj steps down."
rafe only hummed.
you hadn't seen jj in over a half an hour, and after talking to rafe for what seem like ten minutes, but was really longer, he reminded you of your date. you had lowly swore to yourself before looking around and not finding him until you had walk to the long stretched dock where you found him lighting a blunt.
"a bit of a bad time for that, don't you think?"
he looked back at you with a raised brow as if daring you to stop him, but you only joined his side, planning on keeping your mouth shut until he spoke to you himself.. which seemed unlikely with the only sound filling the air being the waves crashing against the dock and him inhaling and exhaling smoke.
"you mad or something?"
he didn’t say anything but instead kept his eyes trained on the setting sun. the sky swarmed with orange, it made your chest fill with warmth despite beginning to feel uneasy about jj’s now silent demeanor. it didn’t feel right.
you took a step closer to him, trying to get a better look at his face in attempt to get a read on him, but you only felt your stomach drop as your hands couldn’t help but reach for both sides of his face, pulling him to face you.
“jj,” you half gaped, your eyes wide and wild as you had your gaze set upon the newly placed bruise on his cheekbone. “who?”
“who do you think?” he took one last intake before flicking the blunt into the water. his face was warm and seemed to have seeped into your finger tips as they practically cradled his face. “y/n.”
your head tilted from side to side as you tried to gather and look for other bruises or cuts or anything that connected to harm- you couldn’t even think or focus until his own hands grasped your wrists, now making sure you were looking him in the eyes, which were wide themself.
“it doesn’t matter,” he wanted you to understand that, but he knew you wouldn’t with how disappointed you seemed to be at his words, your face falling and slowly loosing your grip. “doesn’t matter, okay?
“you must be stupid if you think i’m going to believe that,” you let go of him, slowly backing away with a deep frown etched into your face. “jj-”
“hockey puck-”
your face fell deeper into despair, “don’t you fucking dare.” your face turned into a scowl and you raised your hand, “that stupid- jj you-”
“everything going alright down here?”
your eyes interchanged toward ward who appeared out of nowhere, with a cautious demeanor. you eyes his closely as he approached the two of you closer with his steps slow and eyes full of hesitation as he scoped out the situation, very aware that something was off.
“yeah, everything’s fine,” jj’s voice was quiet as he stared at you, almost signaling for you to keep your mouth shut with the way his eyes slightly widened. “i have to take y/n home.”
ward nodded, understandably with his hands stuffed into his dress pants pockets, “okay.”
you begun to walk before jj did with your hands tightly gripped in fists, mind racing but not knowing what to think. only anger.
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don’t move.
pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader, but a little rafe cameron x fem!reader tension
about. when rafe finds out john b’s back and raids the chateau, no one’s there to be found… except reader.
warnings. foul language, guns
ricky rocks. idek, maybe i’ll make a part two lmk ig
“can i help you, boys?”
rafe cursed lowly to himself as he turned slowly along with barry, gripping his gun tightly.
“did you not check the house?” rafe grunted lowly towards barry who only frowned hard, looking at you and then to the shotgun you had gripped highly.
you had been hid snug in the coat closet of the chateau, almost terrified out of your wits as you had heard someone ransack the small home; but coming upon realization it was only rafe and his goon, barry. your fear had gone straight out the window as you had quite literally watched the two of them from the window before quickly searching the room you and jj both shared for the shotgun you had stolen from your father’s old and neglected gun cabinet.
you weren’t afraid.
“y/n,” rafe seemed hesitant, eyeing you as if trying to figure out how to get out of this situation, but he knew he couldn’t with the high possibility of you shooting him with any drastic move he’d make. “just thought i’d pay you and your old friend john b a visit.”
of course.
“what?”
“you know, the guy who used to live here? brown hair, had a thing for my sister.”
“rafe, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“i think you know what i’m talking about,” he attempted to take a step closer to you, but only for you to cock the shotgun. it made him back up fast, raising his arms up slowly. “y/n.. you don’t want to shoot me.”
“really?” you quirked a brow, wanting him just to explain why.
“you don’t want my dead body on your conscious.”
“you would know what that’s like, wouldn’t you, rafe?”
he clenched his jaw, directing his line of vision away from you and to the ground, as if he was holding himself back; talking himself down.
“just.. put your gun down, girly,” barry’s eyes switched between you and rafe, attempting to undermine any harm rafe could play out right now if he didn’t say anything.
you weren’t scared, but you knew what rafe was capable of. you knew he probably wasn’t afraid of hurting you and the only thing keeping him from that was barry and your gun.
“you first,” you nodded toward the handgun they both held to their sides. barry almost trying his best to hide his from your line of sight as he shifted it close behind him.
“look, i know you’re lying,” rafe spoke again, practically charging toward you with the wide step he took toward you. “and i won’t hurt you…” the barrel of the gun touched his chest and he didn’t even flinch, “if you just tell me the truth.”
his hand reached out, attempting to touch your face till you flinched away fast, elbowing his arm away fast, “don’t fucking touch me, asshole.”
“what’re you going to do,” he laughs, shifting back on his feet. “you’re just a little girl with a gun.”
“rafe let’s just leave.”
“a girl that knows how to use a gun.”
“then prove it, y/n,” he dips his head toward you with a mocking smile, challenging you, “shoot that big gun of yours, little girl.”
“your daddy’s not here to save you this time rafe, you sure you want to me to do that?”
“rafe, let’s go,” barry grabs onto his broad shoulder, trying to pull him off from his leaning position, his daring position. “rafe.”
“do it.”
“rafe!” barry roughly pulled him away from you, almost sending him to the ground before pushing him aside as if speaking to him privately, “what’re we fucking doing, man, it’s obvious they’re not here.”
“it’s obvious-“
“nah, knock it the fuck off,” barry’s eyes met yours for a split second before looking back to rafe. “let’s get out of here.”
you watched them walk off slowly before rafe turned around while slowly walking backward, “this isn’t over, trader.”
his words were sour and you could feel your blood beginning to pulse through your veins even faster than before. maybe… you were a bit afraid.
“are you okay?” you felt jj’s arm wrap around your waist the moment his feet hit the ground.
“yeah,” you breathed out, leaning into his grasp after you dropped the gun. “there’s no one like rafe cameron.”
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Just watched season 2 of OBX and what I've gathered is that
—Ward is a Psychopath
—And Rafe is a Sociopath/Manic
★Also Big John is alive!?!★
Outer Banks characters as gifs
Kiara Carrera
Pope Heyward
JJ Maybank
John B
Rafe Cameron
Carla Limbrey
Topper Thornton
Ward Cameron
Cleo
The Pouges
Role cal
Rebecca, the brainy one, head of censorship and mind control
Heather, the cool one, I put drugs in the water supply
Valencia, the sexy one, czar of torture
