let me tell you kid who you're gonna be

— 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 DARIO TERAN ORTEGA. ❜

“Why would I waste all this doubt in my mind? When I get this taste in my mouth all the time. I can't make one decision, ‘cause my mind hates supervision” - Raleigh Ritchie

        aiyla nodded her head. “ no problem! something to celebrate our victory tonight, you know? ” she reached into her pocket, pulling out her wallet and placing the correct money on the counter for the beer he had just ordered. “ keep the change. ” she told the bartender, smiling as he gave a cheers. she grabbed her own drink, holding up to join him in his cheers. “ cheers! ” she took a sip of her drink. “ and i will consider letting you buy me the next round, if there is one. ” although she was having a lot of fun, her intention wasn’t really to get drunk. so, she knew she’d be getting a bottle of water soon to keep herself sober. “ glad to see you’re enjoying yourself! ”

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"I kind of wish there were more victories here and then, anything that gets me to get to know more people is something worth celebrating. I’m just wondering if next week's work will be easier or not. I’m sure students will be experiencing sobriety for the first time after long nights of drinking and having fun,” which he couldn’t judge. He’d be doing the same if he was in their shoes. “Ah,” he pretended to be hurt, his hand pressing against his chest alongside a chuckle that resonated from his mouth. “Come on! Allow me to offer you a treat, maybe something to eat or drink, you name it! There’s no need for your choice to be a beer!” The company was what mattered, it was usually what he was searching for. “It almost feels like all of the energy gets to us, they’re happy and we get too eventually.” That’s how he felt, at least.

                    Dario and his puppy eyes could honestly get anything (or maybe almost anything) out of Kitty, but if she was still standing there and he was still breathing properly, then that meant she didn’t actually mind it. Damn, those puppy eyes. “As long as you’re the one who keeps the drinks coming, I promise to be on my best behavior.” Ever since their last trip to this particular bar on a karaoke night, Kitty hadn’t exactly been the biggest fan of this place, yet, here she was. Whoever dared saying she wasn’t a good friend was too much of a damn liar. “You’ll also let me dogsit your child.” She said, basically threatening him while holding onto her phone. 

His question made her roll her eyes at the thought. “Babe. Look at me. Do I look like someone who has any type of stage fright?” 

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He chuckled. “Alright-- just let me know what you’d like to drink for the night, and your wish is my command.” Pampering his friends was a thing and it wouldn’t change with Kitty; whom he was glad that he formed a friendship with. Sometimes Dario had this point of view that Kitty knew him even better than himself. “You already want to steal Zeus from me? Outragious! You know that he’ll cry and miss me all too much and when you least expect, you’ll be calling me asking me to come back and pick him up.” He winked, finally getting to the door and keeping it open for Kitty to get inside the bar.

“So, what are you singing, then? I need to be prepared to appreciate you on top of that stage.” 

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“Are you kidding me? Mad?” Eddy scoffed, rubbing his hands together with obvious mischievous intent. “I’d be mad if I didn’t get to see this.” It was one thing to overhear his roommate singing in the shower, and a very different one to see him perform on stage. Eddy hadn’t realised they’d been looking forward to such a thing until they were stood right there outside of the bar, ready and waiting. “As long as I don’t have to do any Christmas songs, I’m all good. Consider that you’re final warning,” he insisted with an arch of his eyebrow, half-joking.

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"But if you use this against me, I’ll be heartbroken. The foundation of this friendship-- broken.” He stated, though the grin over his lips was offering a different scenario. How could he be mad at Eddy? Impossible. It was one of the reasons why this friendship worked so effortlessly, Dario felt like himself around Eddy. “Ah-- see? Now, that’s sad. Not even some ‘Let it Snow by Frank Sinatra’?” Just one attempt that didn’t last for too long. “Okay, okay! I’ll respect that, we’ll get some drinks and just see what you’ll end up singing. And how was your day, by the way?”