---- x | i am the fire.

“Been through worse things, Jase.” The blonde responded, “Sure, this makes the list, but it’s no where near the top. Gotta go with the punches, and I love my job. So.” Dylan smiled as the male commented on their irritating habit, without malice in his tone. “See -- this is why I keep you around. You get it.”

Dylan perked a brow at the blonde across from them, a slight smirk hidden within their features, "If you think you can handle it." They tossed back, before shrugging, "I mean, I would hate to ruin your precised image of me."

"You don't feel like drinking much as of late?" The blonde questioned, with an arched brow. "I would ask how that is, but it sounds like fate worse than death." Then giving a one shoulder shrug, they sat the glass down upon the glassed coffee table, and smiled at Isa. "Nothing. I don't want anything for this. It's a gift from me to you. If you're insistent on repaying me, you can do so by continuing to enjoy your time here. Unwind. Let use." Their eyes widened a bit, the element of excitement clear upon their features. "You know what? Get dressed, I'm taking you out. On the town, my treat. No but's, if's, or and's about it."

Dylan: Nope, never agreed to that.

Dylan squinted as Brooke's words sat in, a small shake of their head following, as their lips puckered out as if they were in deep thought. Before then plopping their shoulders down, and letting out a heavy sigh, "Nah." They tossed back, "Ain't a man worth the trouble these fries could put me in." Reaching for another fry, "I'll go to hell and back for a good plate of fries, so you wanna duke it out, Adams, you know where I live." They teased, before popping the fry into their mouth, and chewing. A pleased smile formed among their features once they saw the plate had been more to the center of the table. Swallow. "Honestly, I'm all about a challenge. But this one? This one was way over before it started. I love food way too much. Like you could put a large New York style pizza in front of me right now, and I'd die happy. It doesn't take much." Their words were pretty much true. "I give them props though. That's some dedication." And they reached for another fry.

"Is there much of a difference?" They spoke up, referring to the fact that work was their dirty mistress, and really, not much seemed to get in the way of that. The next few words that came flying out of the blonde's mouth seemed to bring a wide smile upon their features, and a laughter flowing from their own. "You should see me when I get out of bed in the morning." They responded, "And when I've got the day off." Grant it, those were rare. "I can take real pride in looking like a hot mess."

“So,” Dylan began, as they slid into the booth opposite another person, and grabbed one of the fries off the plate that rested before said person. “I’m starting filming on this new film, and in preparation, I’ve been put on a no carb, all vegan diet–” They explained, as they shoved the fry into their mouth, and barely chewed it before swallowing. “–Let me tell you, how people convert to this lifetime willing will forever be a mystery to me.” Grabbing another fry, “Life’s too damn short, man.” Placing the fry in their mouth, and swallowed, before taking another. “And I’m this close to killing someone for a slice of bread. So, yes, I’m stealing your food — consider it a ‘IOU’ account.”

Dylan had to give Hazel props, while they knew they'd never be a mother themselves, it was still a gift to those who wanted to be, and could be. To be carrying twins on top of it, twice the gift, sure, but also twice the strain. They might've not known how it really was, but they remembered well from when Cassie was pregnant, and having been there every second of the moment, they were more than aware that it was not easy. Therefore, their words were honest. The smile among their features only seemed to brighten when coffee and cake was brought into the conversation, but quickly they shook their head, "You're a godsend, Boyd. But really, that's not necessary."

“Hey Isa.” The blonde greeted back, a kind smile among their features. With both glasses held up, they were quite surprised when Isa declined the offer. But not disappointed enough to try and convince her otherwise. “Okay.” They spoke, before then dumping one glass into the other, pushing pass her, they let themselves into the suite. “But if you change your mind, I know you’ve noticed the fully stocked bar. Go to town, my friend.” Bringing the glass closer to their lips, “Are you finding some relaxation? Hopefully you’ve allowed yourself some time away from socialization.” And by that, they meant the ex.

Dylan was surprised by the freshness of his reaction on being ripped off. A shock to them, if anything. Considering they, and all of the people they knew, did not think that way. If they brought something, they wanted their money’s worth. Not a damaged or useless product. Yet, the kid before them took a more positive, grant it, ridiculous, but positive approach to the situation. “Well, aren’t you a unicorn.”

“Uh-huh.” They replied as they came closer to their friend, “Sex hair.” Dylan settled on, crystal hues lingered over the mess of locks, and a smirk creeped across their features. “Why lie?”

Dylan had been mind their own business, going through the schedule they had programed into their phone. Mindlessly making notes of all that needed done still. Their attention would be pulled from their task at the high pitched scream, turning their head towards the direction of it to find a woman freaking out. Furrowing their brows, their hues fell to the bag briefly, before back up at her. “I guess.” They responded, “You okay over there?” Rather they were referring to their freak out, or mental state. Well, that was anyone’s guess.

“Teenage boys --- always the treat.” The blonde commented, “You could, but I think that’d only be giving them more ammo then they deserve. Imagination, fantasy, they go along way. Especially when you give them something to work with.”