davey boy

Never the type to back down from what she wanted — the kiss was something of a taste-test, to figure out if the chemistry were merely on the surface, and fortunately for him, there was definitely an attraction between them. Her whiskey gaze traveled the length of his face, her brow arching in amusement, “Well, we’re in a public place, babe — and you’re the guest of honor. Can’t exactly steal you away right here, right now, can I?” An implying inflection in her tone, her hand coming to brush a non-existent fleck off the shoulder of his suit, a slight smirk curving along her lips, “Though, I do have a much more… interesting gift in mind for you.”

As he softly cupped her face, he smirked as her proposition lingered in the air. “Darlin’, it’s real cute that you think I’m the center of focus for this whole thing when the princess over there has got everyone’s attention with two fuckin’ outfits like it’s J-Lo’s Vegas residency.” He said sarcastically, though was he joking, really? Danna had made this look like one of the extravagant bar mitzvahs Dave had only wished he could have had as a kid. “Well, most everyone that is. I’ve got my eye on someone much more important.”  The attraction was beyond palpable between them, and he just wanted to cut it with a knife as soon as possible.

No it isn’t weird, a lot of people speak to theiir pets. I sometimes talk to Frankie. That is pretty funny though, I wonder why he doesn’t like your sink? Is your water nasty or something, he just wants the best in life. Nice to meet you too Dave.

Who’s Frankie, dog or a cat? Oh, I don’t know, my sink water is pretty nice! I guess he just likes the other one cause he had a connection with my ex. It’s a pleasure.

pez: it was an insulting question. i don't care how high you are.

pez: you literally called me a whore.

dave: sorry but i'm fuckin' outta my mind so if i get a text from someone under the influence i'm not gonna take it to heart cause i know they ain't being themselves

dave: and when you call me unfuckable and talented i can't feel angry and answer back at you?

dave: it's fucking uncalled for, and i'm sorry for that, pez cause you know i really don't mean it. you're talented and amazing.

I only went for the free booze — sorry not sorry. You know me well enough that I would definitely go to a party just for the booze, so whether I’m telling you the truth about my sole purpose for attending is up to you to decide. Sloan was one of my all-time favorite characters to play, and she was the journalist I never had a chance to be, so it was another opportunity to live out the dreams of past Olivia. I’m pretty sure my time to send reels for consideration from that show is over, but we’ll hold out hope for next time.

That’s a dirty fuckin’ lie and you know it, Munn! You went for the free food, point blank period. What are you talking about, you were a journalist! Attack of the Show and the Daily Show was a type of journalism...right? You know I’ll directly go to people’s houses and give them FYC reels for the Emmys, Oscars, Tonys, whatever you’re in honestly.

Maybe Candice was naïve to think that he wouldn’t make a move, considering the current turn of events, she was more than willing to roll with the punches. The way he looked at her told her more than she could’ve ever imagined, and when he put action behind his words, she came to find herself, impressed by his conviction. Though caught off-guard by the kiss, she instantaneously gave in to the gusto, having to part for a moment to catch her breath. Shaking her head, with a suddenly abashed expression, a smile now appearing, “Happy birthday — I hope you liked your gift?”

It was either the liquor coursing through his veins or the tension between them finally coming to a huge explosion, but he felt invincible.  As he leaned against Candice’s forehead, he breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t been taken too aback, or well pushed him away at all.  It was just them in this moment, well until it felt like she was telling Dave that this was all he was gonna get tonight, that certainly broke his bubble of happiness right then and there. “Is that all I get as a gift, princess?” He said with his adorable little pout that he rarely used, but saved for moments just like these. 

A woman didn’t have time to mess around with ambiguities, Candice very often made her intentions clear. If there was something she wanted or someone she wanted, they’d know. And she was sure that Dave knew exactly what he was getting himself into, becoming entangled in her little web. Noting the confident expression on his face, she arched her brow with a smirk, glancing towards the bartender as they returned with their drinks. Gently sliding his in front of him, she lifted her glass in a show of recognition, “Oh, yeah? Care to share with the class, or are you going to leave me guessing?”

Dave hadn’t felt this connection with someone in a while, especially not with someone as gorgeous and innately sensual as Candice. He needed this, he needed - no, scratch that, wanted- her so badly. The brunette took a sip of his drink and gently put it down as he smirked up at her, putting his hand underneath her chin. “I think you already know what I want, princess.” He said softly, leaning in to deeply kiss her and feel the chemistry that had been building up between them just explode in an instant.

rach: this is all true.

rach: but gutsy or not, i'm not one to get caught in the middle of something else.

rach: yes, and?

dave: i mean...you right

dave: well she told me some stuff about her past relationships and how she's dealin with em now

dave: and she may or may not have told me that taron and her had a thing a few summers ago and that she still has feelings for him?

pez: says the guy who called my career a copy of spice girls

pez: i can't believe you'd say something like that to someone you consider a friend

pez: oh boy. we're slut shaming in 2020? yikes.

dave: i was FUCKING ASKING

dave: and IM GOD DAMN HIGH

dave: do you expect me to ask smart questions after i smoked a blunt??

dave: I'M FIGHTING RIGHT BACK THIS IS NOT SLUTSHAMING PER AND YOU KNOW IT.

rach: in a heartbeat.

rach: if he's interested in someone else, there'd be no point in me being hung up on whatever it is i'm feeling.

rach: she? dave, i need to know. i just spent a night with him.

dave: i mean you never know unless you ask him!

dave: come on, you're gutsy!

rach: i know you are, and i appreciate you. that's why i came your way.

rach: well, it can be, if he's got his affection elsewhere.

rach: please?

dave: of course, and i know you'd do the same for me.

dave: what do you mean?

rach: thanks for the validation.

rach: i...guess. but who knows?

rach: you opened the door. i'm going to need you to snitch. i won't say anything.

dave: ya know i'm always here for ya

dave: you know! if you like him then it's never too late to realize it!

rach: oh boy.

rach: i feel like this is...something that requires more than a text message, but distance is hard so, lay it on me.

dave: i guess it was kinda mutual?

pez: i said you're an irrelevant nobody

pez: talentless piece of shit

pez: go fuck yourself. god knows no one else wants to.

dave: you're so unbelievably rude

dave: i cannot believe i considered you a friend