synchronesmi:

        “I_{f you’re here looking for twinkletoes, he just left.
            I take no responsibility for any ensuing hangover.
            Man can’t hold his whiskey, it’s just disgraceful.”}

    “ —  why would i be looking for him?
           if i wanted him — i would find him.

                            what a shame.”

            one after the next,
                 glasses of whiskey are downed.

                                 the day is over— time to r e l a x.

houseofxwolves:

❝Good point, now leave — unless you want to pour me a drink.❞

“and you can ask me instead of order me.”

thexartfulxdodger:

am i the only one that doesnt think the concept of soulmates has to be romantic? i think it can be platonic…. and i think that’s cute as fuck.

poenitire:

Well, I’m glad you find it very amusing.

[Now Regret just sounds weary. And rather bored with it all.]

I thought I gave a rather clear answer, actually. Telling you I have enough alcohol seemed to be synonymous with the fact that I’m not currently interested in getting more.

“ —- your exact words were that you had plenty, not enough. but i’ll stop. obviously, a star like me isn’t wanted around and that’s cool.”

a grin still plastered his face as eyes glanced back over to him.

“i’m going to be around a lot, so you know—-
            might want to get used to it”

poenitire:

I do hope you weren’t secretly expecting a version of Connor with an interest in wailing and sobbing and gouging its own eyes out with its fingernails.

[And he lets out a sigh.]

My response to your request is an emphatic no, though I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out as such.

“expect something from the man who embodies something i will never do—- not so much. just amused, is all.”

and with the sigh came armand’s grin.

“ — just merely turning the tables. not as fun as you think it would be, is it.”