houseofxwolves:

❝You heard me.❞

  And he’ll sip on his whiskey casually
  as if he said nothing of surprise..

         as if on cue, the very whiskey the man sipped at ignited; 
                 exploding in his face.

          “ — hmm…
              so the mystery man she spoke of,
                             that was you.”

synchronesmi:

        “S_{hall I be flattered,
           or are you just stating the obvious?”}

a _{pause; wait for it.}

        “Y_{ou mean you can’t—}

        _{do this?}

        _{Man, I thought being the moon was crappy.”}

       "Your pick—
              I’m fine with either.“

    and now he was rolling his eyes.

  ” —- yes, I can–

                do that —

                            – as well.“

                           "I was joking.”

houseofxwolves:

❝So —❞

He takes that glass with no thank you given, 
and because he’s a piece of shite he’ll shrug, 
a smirk curling over pallid lips. 

❝Did you hear the news?
  — banged up your sister.❞

         " ——-…..“

      And that make him visibly freeze up, 
      eyes locked on the man in front of him;
      trying to make sure that he heard that right.

                          ” —– i’m sorry, what.“

eventualitie:

             ❝—- ever the charmer, and didn’t you
             know? Drunk is the new haute couture.❞

                          She’d admittedly been drinking for awhile now, some
                          conversations take their toll after the fact and no
                          offense to Gale — but that conversation had definitely
                          qualified for the ‘need to get smashed when I leave
                          here’ kind.

                                                    ❝Mmm, most of it, but I might need to redo a page
                                                    or two cause I doodled someone being eviscerated.❞

          “looks like i need to get educated
           in the ways of fashion and society again—”

                          He had no clue what made her wish to
                          drink any sorrows she had away but he
                          would not push unless she brought it up first.
                          At this moment, he was pouring two more glasses
                          making sure whatever happened tonight, they were
                          drunk enough to get through it.

                                      “And I thought I was the wacky one.”

houseofxwolves:

❝Whiskey on the rocks.❞

   and because he’s actually a nice guy, unlike this piece of shit
            he went to fetch two glasses and a bottle;
                      pouring them up and coming back.

                                  “here.”

eventualitie:

             ❝—- thanks.❞

                          She stood for a moment before moving to pour
                          herself a glass of whiskey — she’d have just taken
                          the whole bottle; but it wasn’t exactly hers. After
                          that she settled herself beside him with a decent
                          swig.

                                                    ❝… so, uhm, how was work?❞

       "You look like shit.“

                             It wasn’t mean to be an assholeish comment.
                             Just something he had to point out—
                             which meant something was probably wrong.
                             Hence why he was standing up and grabbing
                             the bottle and bringing back over.  
                                               Tonight was a night to not give a shit.

                        ”It was work— nothing special.
                                   Finish your paperwork?“

synchronesmi:

        “B_{etter question, why would you be looking for me?
            I highly doubt I have anything you want.
            Also, put that face down.
            No one gave you permission to come here and be cute.”}

     "You’re the moon— you are hard to miss, I’m afraid.
      And you don’t— call it a random happenstance. 

                       and I’m afraid I can’t do that.
                       stuck like this, you see.“

eventualitie:

             Something in her hoped that doubts
             upon needing to ask were rightfully
             placed.

                          ❝—- you don’t mind if I join you, do you?❞

               Had he expected to see her again
               just after what happened in the morning?
               Not so much — but it was something he could deal with.

                     "Make yourself at home;
                                    booze is on the counter.“

houseofxwolves:

❝I said if you wanted to, arse, learn english.❞

“fuck you too — what’s your poison.”