charlie grayson.

“Well uh hi, I’m Leo. Feel free to do that again now we’re not strangers anymore” he laughed. “If you’re still trying to hide from psycho ex maybe you should hold my hand while we walk there?” He suggested with a grin

a grin cracked onto his features, dimples engraving into his cheeks, “hi leo, i’m charlie. thanks for letting me kiss you...” his grin widened as he gave a nod of his head, “i think that’d be a good idea.”

“It’s actually criminal how much they charge for some of that shit they serve.” Ezekiel agreed with a shake of the head as he looked at the way the man chewed his lower lip, damn that was cute. “Yeah, that would be great actually, I’ll need a new bakery to frequent. Just know I will be judging you very heavily on this bakery so it better be as good as you say” he chuckled.

“it’s insane how our culture is so obsessed with cbd. literally...i saw a place where you could apparently get cbd pizza!” he scoffed and gave a disbelieving shake of his head, “on pizza! it’s crazy.” a soft chuckle escaped from his lips, “oh god, the pressure is on, no big deal.” charlie teased with the crinkle of his nose before offering the stranger his hand, “i’m charlie by the way.”

It definitely took him off guard, but Kyan was quick to go with the flow and do a little improv. “We gotta make it look realistic. If I rebuffed you, he’d know it was all a ruse, and we can’t really have that, can we,” Kyan mused. The last thing he expected tonight was to be making out with a hot stranger. It was one way to meet new friends. Ky peered over at the other and smiled, leaning a little closer and looking quite cozy. “Is he still looking?”

it was just his luck that kyan happened to be so freaking gorgeous, his lips still tingling afterwards as the distance between them remained minimal, “no...i guess we can’t...” charlie breathed out, still at a loss for words and a little phased from kyan’s lips, blue orbs darting from the male’s lips and back to his eyes before over his shoulder, “fuck.” he moved closer, hand gripping at the other’s thigh before blushing, “sorry. yeah, he is.”

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“that’s…wow. i think…the hottest thing anyone’s ever said about me. about my lips anywhere specifically?”

“Unpredictable can be a pain in the ass.” He moved his bar stool closer to the other, hoping that just being seen with someone was enough to put off the ex hanging around. “They do an amazing raspberry flavoured gin here.” Turning his attention fully to the man once more he held out his hand. “I’m Garrett, not much use in a fight but I can block you if he tries anything stupid.”

charlie wasn’t used to talking about himself or his troubles, something that he was taught was weak by his father and further confined in his last toxic relationship. he was the sort who felt like he had to deal with his problems all on his own, “yeah, he’s a pain in the ass. not really...the greatest guy.” he admitted with the shrug of his shoulders, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. though he smiled softly as garrett moved closer, “well then...i’ll order us two of those.” and right on cue the bartender arrives and so charlie does just that. his dimpled grin widened at the hand, reaching out to shake it, “i’m charlie, nice to meet you. i’m shit at fighting too so i guess we’re both pretty useless.”

“Your eyes are kind.” Finn offers, simply enjoying the close proximity of their bodies. Ever since running into Kyle in the grocery store, he had been craving intimacy once again, but he had yet to do anything about it. “My father says that eyes are the gateway to the conscious and soul. He says that they are more important than words or action.” He speaks softly, almost inaudibly. “I suffered at the hand of a father who looked me in the eyes and saw sensitivity and weakness and believed that it deserved to be punished. Although I’ve taken his position in our company, I could not so easily hurt another person. Nobody deserves to be on the receiving end of malicious intent pushed forth into action. Especially for seeking a safe haven in a stranger.” And guilt flashes in his mind for a split second before it disappears. 

“Hey, no problem. Happy to assist,” he chuckled. “I’m not much into fights unless I gotta.” The man looked across at the stranger. “I don’t specialize in psychotic exes anymore, but if you need someone,” Lance took a card out of his pocket with his police information on it, sliding it into the other’s hand.