Name: Felix Rojas
FC: Froy Gutierrez
Gender & Pronouns: Cis Man | He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Age & Date of Birth: 25 years old | September 29th, 1998
Where Do They Live: Eastside
Time Living In Nashville: 25 years (whole life/native)
Occupation: Construction Worker
Positive Traits: Kind, self-aware, hard-working, determined, strives for self-improvement
Negative Traits: Doubts himself, reckless, impulsive, prone to fatalistic thinking
QUICK FACTS.
Felix has been sober for 9 months. He's able to be around alcohol in social settings, but is usually more comfortable in bars if he has a trusted friend with him.
He dropped out of high school but his goal is to get his GED, maybe go to community college.
In his teens and early twenties, Felix was involved in petty crime. He wasn't violent, but he'd break into places to steal money for drugs.
He's not particularly close with his family and feels rejected by them. They made sure he had a roof over his head and clothes on his back, but he never really felt loved by them.
CONNECTION IDEAS.
High school classmates (would have gone to school in Nashville).
Someone Felix's addiction has hurt in the past. Maybe someone he stole from, lied to, etc.
Some people might say that the circumstances of Felix’s birth set him up for his life. His first look at the world was through a lens of the cocaine and amphetamines that induced his mother’s early labor. She picked a hell of a time to fall off the wagon. The doctors in the room were just relieved when Felix’s screaming, underdeveloped lungs filled the room with sound. The birth was rushed, messy, dangerous. His mother didn’t survive and Felix spent his first few weeks in the NICU.
His father remarried when Felix was still young, had a bunch more children. Felix was raised by his father and step-mother, and while they did the best they could, they lived mostly on welfare and food stamps. Felix’s father treated him like a reminder of a reckless woman whose addiction had cost her life, and almost Felix’s, too. He was a reminder of failure and thousands upon thousands of dollars in hospital bills. He started acting out from a young age, staying out too late, sneaking beer and cigarettes from his parents’ house, money from their wallets. Petty theft and vandalism, casual marijuana use and drinking beer way too young eventually degenerated into addiction.
There were times when Felix couldn’t remember waking up sober or going to sleep without downers. He couldn’t hold down a job or an education, and his trouble with the law started to become more serious when he didn’t have the excuse of being a minor any more. Felix just about managed to stay out of jail. His lawyer argued that his offences were non-violent and a result of his addiction; an illness. He was ordered to a rehab facility that felt worse than prison for a while, but it helped, even if it was hell. When he was released, his step-mom helped set him up with a job at his uncle’s construction company where he began to learn a trade.
Now, Felix is trying to put his life back together and mend the mistakes of his past, all while attempting to find outlets that don’t consist of substance use.
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"Was waiting for you to say I was beefing you so I could eat you like that witch in Hanzel and Gretel," Ducky showed his love through food which he learned watching how moms packed their children school lunches, not just chips and whatever junk food was around, but actual meals that showed time spent and dedicated with them in mind. "Hey, I work out, I just have a figure skater and gymnast build, which may I remind you I am. Can still do a backflip into the splits, but I'll save that for tin roof on drag night so I can get tips. And sure I'd love to go with you, but I'll act dainty and dumb so a hunky man will come to my rescue,"
"Nothing crazy just things to make your skin pop more, and I'll be doing yours. It's the things all models do. We're partnering with a clothing brand, and yes you're getting paid, the gig pays I think 800 for the day, but I can pull some strings and make it 1,200 or something. But it's like a 3 day event so you'll be getting paid for all three." Ducky beamed seeing how Felix said he'd consider it even if he wasn't getting paid. Making him hug the man tightly. "You are so cutie for that, you have no idea how much that means to me, but no we don't do anything for free in this house hold. Remember our motto, this is not a whore house, it's a whore home," he teased.
"Y te amo mucho mas que uno madre," Ducky said winking over at Felix before finishing the bowl of fruits before him. "That's what all the hallmark movies and Katherine Heigl movies have told me since I was a kid, and...Kate Hudson movies too, but I don't know." he shrugged. "You definitely could do a lot worse, and sure I'll teach you how to cook, wanna start with something easy or jump straight into some traditional dishes?"
"Well, I think the part of me that you'd be most interested in eating, you can't fatten up with food," Felix teased. Ducky was one of the only people he felt this comfortable around. Ducky never judged him, but he also wasn't afraid to speak his mind, and that kind of transparency was something Felix appreciated. It was nice not having to worry about what someone was thinking. Ducky would just tell him.
Felix helped himself to a couple of the sausages that Ducky had cooked, adding them to his bacon and eggs. God, he hadn't realised how starving he was. He froze mid-chew when Ducky mentioned the day rate for his shoot. "Are you kidding? For that much money, I'd let you and your company wax my ass and paint my whole body like Mystique from the X-Men." That was almost more money than he made doing a whole month of construction, but he guessed these kind of things didn't come along that often. It wasn't like he could rely on this kind of income regularly.
"I'll start with just doing the dishes, even if you use way more dishes than are reasonable." The one problem with Ducky's overzealous cooking was that they ended up going through all their pots, pans and plates really quickly. "If we move, next time, let's get a place with a dishwasher. If I can stack bricks that won't fall down, I can stack that thing like a champ."
"Soda water is hardly a drink." Colton laughed and shook his head. People should definitely pay for their alcohol but damn, cutting the recovering addicts a break with their tonic water would be nice. He shot a wink at Felix and shrugged a shoulder. "At least this addiction is good for my body?" He teased, knowing damn well he wasn't a sex addict, just someone who knew that it was an easy way to take the edge off when he was struggling with his sobriety some days.
Colton laced his fingers with Felix's as they made their way out to the dance floor, nodding and saying hi to a few friends on the way. Once there, he spun Felix around once and smiled down at him as he brought his friend in close to him to dance. He wasn't much taller than Felix was, maybe an inch or two, but he definitely felt much bigger right now as they danced close together. "Why are you makin' that face?" He chuckled and reached up to touch Felix's brow which looked very serious as he cocked his head. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, let's take it up with Lottie. Free soft drinks all night for designated drivers. Might be a good PR move, and it will definitely benefit me directly," Felix teased. It was weird. Now that he'd been sober for a little over nine months, it was hard to remember why he'd felt that he needed alcohol and drugs to have a good time.
As they danced, Felix couldn't fight the excited but slightly nervous sensation in his stomach. Everything felt more real when he was totally sober, including dancing with Colton, feeling like the most desirable person in the room. "Don't make fun of me," he laughed a little, keeping his body close to Colton. "But I'm just a little self-conscious. I know it's dumb."
"Shut up, twunk. You are my best friend and favorite person, so deal with it." Ducky chuckled thumping Felix on his temple as he took a plate for himself. "When you finally get to see yourself the way I see you, your head will probably get so big you'll become the next Paris Hilton or something, and I might need you to model for a campaign for me, they were asking for hot young people, and I said I had the perfect one," he mused.
"I sucked dick cause I was bored, and hungry but that's neither here not there." Ducky truly adored Felix more than life itself, and it was odd how such a pairing came to be. But he didn't question the how's, and he only cared about the possibilities of the future with his best friend, seeing all that he could achieve. "Hopefully this person you're talking about comes up with those ideas pretty soon or it's going to be my ass on the chopping block. You'd think being an assistant to the head of a makeup empire would be glamorous and it is in some ways, but it's grueling work." he sighed.
"I love you," Ducky grinned, pecking Felix's cheek before nudging his side. "But don't pull a UNO reverse on me, and fine I'll be nicer to myself but I'm realistic, there's a reason why people have no femmes on their tinder and grindr profiles. At best I'm a fetish, I guess, but I'll be kinder to myself, and hey who knows maybe that hunky fireman will sweep me off my feet. If not I'm marrying you when I'm 40 for tax purposes."
Felix rolled his eyes, giving Ducky the finger as he munched on his eggs and bacon. "I'm only a twunk because you keep filling me up with protein and healthy snacks." The combination of Ducky keeping him well-fed and his job consisting of manual labour had helped him gain muscle since giving up substances, and going to the gym could be a good release. It flooded him with healthy endorphins. "If you want, I can take you to work out with me, then maybe we can get some muscle on that skinny frame of yours too," he teased.
He let out a small 'hmph' sound when Ducky suggested he model for a campaign. "Do I have to wear make-up, and is there money involved?" he asked. "Because if I get paid, I'll consider it. If not..." He furrowed his brow a little. "I'll still consider it, but only 'cause I like you." He'd end up out of a place to live if Ducky ended up getting fired, so if he could do anything to help with his job, it was in his best interest.
"You're worse than a Mexican mom," Felix teased with a little laugh, rubbing his cheek where Ducky had kissed him. "People have a bunch of shit in their profiles. But the right person will like you for you." He reached for a piece of French toast, taking a bite. "I could do worse than a platonic husband who makes me breakfast and lunch every day. One of these days, you'll have to teach me to cook, too. If nothing else, I can at least help with the dishes and do repairs."
Ducky was definitely a giver, as someone who received little to no care growing up. he wished to somehow offset the scales by providing double of what he never got to someone else. There was a quote somewhere that said queer people should be kinder to each other since there was no guarantee anybody outside of their community would be, so he tried his best to be that person for any who needed it. "I think I give you a fair amount, but you're my best friend, why wouldn't I spoil you? You're my favorite person in the world Felix Rojas."
"I once dumpster dove so it's really no biggie for me to want to do this for someone else. Besides, I like it, keeps my busy and somewhat useful to someone I guess." Ducky couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, fully expecting it as he was aware Felix wasn't all too familiar with how blunt men flirting with him could be. "You're fine, and trust me I'm not trying to squeeze my way into your bed or anything. I just want what's best for you, and that includes everything I make." Ducky didn't really see Felix that way to begin with, and sure he was gorgeous and Ducky loved him, but that love was different.
"I'm definitely going to need your ear cause I did this to myself, and it's annoying. Like how am I supposed to come up with a new product when everything has already been done. I have a few ideas but they might be too safe, I guess?" he sighed, knowing all of this might not make any sense to Felix who really wasn't a makeup person. "Just one from down the station, he's like our age." he mused. "Please, me meet someone? Sorry, but guys just aren't into me, I'm femme, I wear and do make up, that really isn't attractive to the typical male, especially in a place like Nashville," he giggled. "I'm fine, I'm not lonely or anything, but I'd rather be happy and lonely than change myself into something I'm not for a guy."
"My first reaction is that if I'm your best friend, you must have pretty shitty taste, but I've been told I need to be nicer to myself." Felix hadn't exactly been raised to have great self-esteem. He'd always been treated like and felt like a fuck up, to the point where it almost became a self-fulfilling prophecy. Therapy and rehab had taught him responsibility. He'd been taught to recognize that while he couldn't control the way other people, primarily his family, had treated him, he could control how he reacted to it.
"And I've sucked dick for drugs, so I definitely don't have room to judge anyone." It felt a little embarrassing to admit that out loud, but he trusted Ducky. Hell, Ducky was probably the person he trusted most in the world. Ducky was such a great person. It made Felix sad that he'd been treated so poorly in the past. "You know more about make-up and shit than anyone I know, which probably isn't saying a lot, but I bet you have some good ideas," he shrugged. He didn't really know anything about the industry, but he would always support his friend.
"If I have to be nicer to myself, you need to be nice to yourself too. I know we don't exactly live in the most liberal place in the world, but plenty of queer guys are into femmes. Anyone would be lucky to have you." If Ducky treated a partner half as well as he'd treated Felix since they'd been friends, that guy would be drowning in love and affection.
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Different was word Ducky often heard be used for him, and not in a single instance was it ever meant as a compliment. People feared that which they did not understand, and growing up he had learned to accept that he wouldn't exactly fit in with his peers, but it wouldn't deter him. He could sense that his queerness was jarring for some at first, being so open and free about it wasn't something many were accustomed to seeing. Dusty got the feeling that Felix was still coming to terms with his own queerness, and he'd give him room to allow him to traverse this experience at his own time.
When Felix first came into his life he wasn't hesitant, he didn't judge the man or feel any sort of way about his ordeal. Ducky figured he needed someone to be there for him, during the good times, especially during the bad ones too, he'd hold his hand till he was told to let go. That's just who he was, it was in his nature. "Couple slices of toast?" Making a face at his response, he nudged him slightly before watching him from the corner of his eye. He truly loved him like family, and couldn't really imagine what life would be like if Felix wasn't there.
"Yeah, but you never drop off your kids in me, so I'm like the very basic end of a housewife," He teased, sticking his tongue out at the other. "Not on my watch they are, and sure they make a cute snack but that's not lunch or dinner." Glaring at him, Ducky knew Felix could see right through him, and with a heavy sigh he came over to his side. Kissing his roomie's temple as he sat beside him. "Fine, you caught me. I'm sort of stuck on the project I begged for from my boss, and I don't know what to do, sort of stumped on ideas. Was gonna go down to the fire station and hit up that hunky fireman and see if he would met me play with the dog."
Honestly, Ducky took better care of Felix than his family ever had. It was hard not to appreciate a guy who gave so much affection, so openly. At first, Felix had worried Ducky was hitting on him. That in itself wouldn't have been a problem, but the room mate situation and the fact everyone and their sponsor told him not to get into anything romantic or sexual in the early days of his recovery... that made it too complicated. He was relieved to discover that acts of service was simply part of Ducky's love language, even with friends.
"You spoil me," he smiled, sipping his coffee. "I'm used to having store brand cereal for breakfast, so a couple slices of toast would have been a treat, especially if there's strawberry jam." Felix was a pretty simple guy. He honestly had never heard of half the things Ducky cooked for him, but it would have made Ducky upset if he refused. The comment about 'dropping his kids' almost made Felix choke on his bacon. "I appreciate you way too much to get my rocks off with you. I've been very severely warned against replacing addiction with sex," he chuckled. Felix didn't really mind the jokey flirting, and replacing substances with sex seemed to be working out alright for Colton, but he didn't want to ruin his friendship with Ducky by stepping over any boundaries.
He nodded when Ducky explained his work frustrations. "Well, I don't know how much I can help, but I'm here if you need an ear." Felix liked to think he had overcome a lot of the man's man bullshit of his upbringing, but make-up wasn't really his area of expertise. "What hunky fire fighter?" he asked curiously. "Did you meet someone, or did you just stalk him on Instagram or something?"
Azra's purchase of her townhome two years ago was an investment. It was a bit off the beaten path, but she saw a lot of charm and character in it. Of course one day she would like a family and somewhere to settle down. A place with a nice backyard so the kids can run freely and she can host her gathering in a massive kitchen with a beautiful patio. The townhome was bout 70% to completion of what Azra wanted to tackle. She'd been working with a great construction and design team and has been thoroughly pleased with the outcome so far. Having finished her yoga session in one of the spare bedrooms, she headed down towards the kitchen to see how the work was coming along. "Hey Felix!" she tossed up a hand towards one of the guys. "You want something to drink?"
Construction wasn't exactly something Felix had dreamed of when he was a kid. It hadn't been something he worked towards, something on his radar for a long-lasting career, but he couldn't deny that he kind of liked it. Sure, it was challenging, but learning a new skill and doing something with his hands, taking pointers from his more experienced colleagues, he found value in that. It helped keep him out of trouble.
The team had been working on Azra's place for a little while. His Uncle's company had taken on the job, and longer projects like these were something Felix found comforting, at least when the person they were working for wasn't an asshole. "Hey," he greeted, standing up to wipe some sweat from his brow.
"If you have orange juice or something, that'd be great. Only one glass though, then I'll switch to water." Azra didn't seem like the type of person who had a huge ego and treated people who worked for her like they were beneath her. He knew it had to be weird to have people always in your house, but Azra always made sure to make him feel welcome. "You got any big plans today?" he asked.
Ducky had been up unusually early, his mind racing with the deadline that his boss had put him on. If only he had kept his mouth shut about wanting more responsibility. Now it dawned on him how much work it required to come up with a new launch, something innovative in an industry that has done it all. Unable to quell the incessant voices, he diverted his focus elsewhere. His roommate.
The man who brought Ducky a lot of peace of mind, someone that without the other knowing, had become home to him. Being able to walk through the door every day and know that he'd be there at some point was more than reassuring. Which is why it was so easy for Ducky to get up and whip Felix up a breakfast, all while thinking of the things he could make the man for lunch as well.
Being able to be of use to someone, an act of service, something selfless and out of love, Ducky needed that. "Hey, babes. Didn't know what you wanted for breakfast so I made a bit of everything, grab a plate and eat up, and let me know what you'd like for lunch cause I'm kind of stumped. Was thinking of deconstructed spamasubi, but I don't know."
Growing up, Felix had never pictured himself being friends with someone like Ducky. He was a short Australian dude who was super into make-up and was visibly queer and feminine. Felix was glad he'd evolved since he was a teenager, that he'd worked on out-growing the toxic masculinity and internalised homophobia embedded in him from childhood. Once in his life, he would have found Ducky's open queerness intimidating, even strange. He'd have given him a wide berth, and he would have missed out on an amazing friend.
Finding a room mate as a recovering addict hadn't exactly been easy. Most people didn't want to deal with that; they didn't want to worry about locking up the medicine cabinet or keeping their alcohol in their room. Ducky had never complained though. He'd welcomed Felix with open arms. He even made him lunch to take to work and breakfast in the mornings. "Morning," Felix yawned, making a beeline for the coffee pot. He looked around the countertops, admiring the many fruits of Ducky's labour. "Dude, you know you don't have to make me a buffet. I'm totally happy with a couple slices of toast."
Once he'd got his coffee, Felix scooped some scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages onto his plate. "You're such a housewife, Duck," Felix said affectionately. "Honestly, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are fine. And I am capable of making them myself." He gave him a light nudge with his elbow before taking a seat at the table. "You're being even more extra than usual today. You trying to distract yourself from something?" Felix had lived with Ducky long enough to notice that he went into an even more extreme mothering mode when he had a lot on his mind.
There's a certain vulnerability that Chloe's not familiar with that comes with the connections she's made in meetings. The support she's felt from it has been lifechanging, but running into people who know about her lowest moments? It makes her feel exposed. Knowing their lowest moments too didn't help. Chloe forced herself to push past the discomfort, and enjoy the genuine connection they share despite the fact that they couldn't be more different. "I grew up here, I love Nashville hot chicken." She points out with a light laugh, before adding: "As long as there's milk nearby. Some people took it a little too far -- I think it killed a few of my taste buds." Chloe jokes, a dramatic grimace coming with her words. "I'm not sure fun is the word I'd use," she shrugs, though she knows she's not completely innocent. "But pretty entertaining, nonetheless."
If Chloe had wanted her privacy, Felix would have had no problem leaving her alone and getting on with his day. Not everyone wanted to talk to people they met in meetings outside of meetings, but for some, it was nice to have a connection from someone you knew wouldn't judge you. "Hot chicken is the best. I feel like I would kill it on Hot Ones." It always made him laugh how different people reacted to the various levels of spice. "We could have our own little contest; who can eat the hottest wing before they need to take a drink," he suggested jokingly. "I think Hayes already lost though." He looked around, wondering where Hayes had wandered off to. The streets were really busy though, so he'd probably just got distracted or run into someone.
"Well, I won't ask you to share any names. Right now I'm just trying to enjoy my first sober street fair since I was probably twelve." It was a challenge sometimes, going somewhere you were so used to experiencing under the influence of alcohol or drugs. In some ways, it was like your mind just wanted to fill in the blanks with a beer or some pills. Bars had been rough at first, but it got a little easier, over time. "Is it bad that I kind of want to try the mechanical bull? I'll probably last about five seconds." If he was lucky.
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Sky smirks and shakes her head. God only knows how much she definitely did not need a dog or a cat-- even if her son has been begging for literally any sort of pet. She could maybe see a goldfish working but nothing that would require more of her time. She was already busy keeping Diego alive. "Kid. He's obsessed with trucks and I swear he eats like he's a teenager sometimes. So yeah, money funnel," she assures Felix. Sky pulls out her phone and holds it up for the screen background of her and Diego together, smiling. The pair look a lot alike in that picture and with both of their tongues out and eyes crossed, it always brings a smile to her face. "He keeps me on my toes. Kind of like you do-- or you used to, I guess."
Honestly, Felix couldn't be sure. People often talked about their dogs and cats like they were actual children. He didn't like to assume. "When I was a kid, I was into dinosaurs. My parents took us to this museum once, and they had a giant animatronic T-Rex. I thought it was the coolest thing ever," he chuckled a little. "Course, me and my siblings probably got into a fight about something dumb and got yelled at, but still. It was fun while it lasted." He had a few good memories like that, but most of his experiences with his family were the opposite.
"That's what kids are for," he answered, shrugging with a little smile. "Is it just you? Or, like, is his dad around?"
"I can still want to ride the potential death trap while acknowledging that it might be the last thing we ever get to do," she laughs, shaking her head. The rides are one of her favourite parts of the street fair, but the fact that they're all put together over a six hour span has always sketched her out just a little bit. But it's better not to think about that while her feet are dangling dozens of feet above the air in said potential death trap. "At least we'd go out having fun." Silver linings.
She shrugs at his comment, "Yeah, that's a good point. I hadn't thought about it that way. That kind of puts things into perspective." Well now the whole thing just gives her a kind of gross feeling — not that pie eating contests had given her particularly positive feelings before. "You manage to hit all your fair bucket list items?"
"Fair enough, fair enough. Try not to think about the fact this thing was in pieces on the back of a flatbed yesterday. I'm sure that'll make it way better." He didn't know how the hell these things worked. His knowledge working construction hadn't made it so far as fairground ride engineering. "It'd be more fun if it was a rollercoaster though."
Felix furrowed his brow a little. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the fun." It was hard not to think about stuff like that sometimes though. He'd grown up pretty poor. Anger and bitterness and jealousy had plagued much of his childhood and teens, and that had played no small part in the path that had led him to addiction. It was tough to undo all that, but he tried to focus on positives now.
"I think my bucket list was pretty much just to enjoy my weekend off and hang out with friends, so I'm checking it off right now," he said with a smile. He thanked the worker that got them into their seats, lifting his arms to they could get buckled in. "I wish I had a vacation day on Monday," he laughed. "I'm gonna be so exhausted after this. At least I won't have a hangover though." That was one benefit of sobriety. "What do you wanna do after this? I heard there's a petting zoo."
"You think Lottie would make us pay for soda water and lime?" He frowned. "That's a little homophobic if you ask me." Colton laughed and shook his head as he walked into the bar behind Felix and looked around to see who else was there. He waved at a few friends he saw in the room and followed Felix to the bar, placing a hand on his lower back to guide him and also make sure they stayed together in the crowd. Lots of out of towners around tonight, more than usual. Colton leaned down to speak closer to Felix's ear as the music was a little loud inside. "Who says I don't already have a sex addiction?" He teased and put his hand on Felix's waist from behind as he caught the bartender's attention.
Colton ordered them each a fun little mocktail, some kind of virgin blackberry mojito and paid for them in cash. He handed one to Felix and then took his hand to lead him away from the bar towards the back where the dance floor was. He found them a table in the corner and took a seat, sipping on his drink and watching the room sway to the music. "If you wanna dance I'd be down."
"Colt, if Lottie didn't charge queer people for drinks at her bar, she'd never charge anyone," Felix laughed. He felt a pleasant nervousness in the pit of his stomach as Colton put his hand on his waist, but it was a crowded place. It was probably just coincidence, right? "Cross-addiction's a real fucker, literally in your case, huh?" He lightly poked Colton in the ribs with his elbow.
He accepted the drink, watching the band play. That nervous feeling returned as Colton asked him to dance. He wasn't much of a dancer, and somtimes he still struggled with remnants of internalised homophobia from his upbringing that made dancing in public with a guy seem a little intimidating, especially without alcohol or substances to embolden him, but he quickly shook it off.
"Hell yeah." He got up, extending his hand and walking a few feet to the dance floor with Colt. He put his arms around his shoulders, leaning into him. He swayed his body with him as the band continued to play. It felt nice, being close like this. Under the flashing lights of the dance floor, Felix watched Colton's face, trying not to feel massively self-conscious.
"I only speak the truth, kid." She hummed. Felix was one of the good ones. Like family and she couldn't say how proud she was of the progress he'd made. There was no doubt she held a special place in her heart for him and if she had a kid she would hope he'd be something like him. "You got a deal there. Hey, that's amazing! Look at how far you've come already." Sobriety was an amazing feat for those who needed it. Her brother had a bad drug problem and it had gotten very scary for everyone who had to watch on the sidelines. When he got sober it was a relief for everyone. She was sure it was the same for everyone who cared about Felix, herself included.
She watched as he moved over to the stage and went back to organizing all the things they would need for the night. Liquor, the big coolers for beer and ice, the portable bar for the doorway, and wristbands for the area so they knew who was of age and who wasn't. "That would be a travesty, plus I think I would be liable." Lottie frowned wondering the legalities of it all. It didn't matter, they had event insurance and liability insurance on top of that. There was no way she would go without. "I might take a break or two to go see what's going on outside the area. Get a dance or two in, maybe meet someone to take home later." She laughed. It was unlikely and she was hoping to stay busy so she didn't end up running into her ex who she heard was back in town. "What's your plan?"
"Thanks, Lottie," he said, a quiet sincerity in his voice. He didn't usually brag about his sobriety, mostly because he didn't feel like there were too many people to celebrate with him, but Lottie was different. Lottie was the closest thing to an older sister Felix had ever had. He was technically the oldest in his family, but he'd never really felt like part of it, anyway, and he doubted any of his younger siblings would look up to him the way he looked up to Lottie. Lottie didn't exactly have a hundred per cent of her shit together either, but hell, nobody was perfect. She treated Felix well, and she wasn't hurting anyone, so that was enough for him.
"If this place went under because you were sued into oblivion by drag queens, I don't think I'd know what to do with myself. But it would make a hell of a story for the local paper. I can see the memes right now." He whistled whatever tune had been playing on the radio on his drive over as he worked on the repairs. "I bet you won't have a hard time finding anyone. I may not be a lesbian, but they'd have to be dumb to not find you hot. You're like, the quintessential butch fantasy, right?" He laughed, blushing a little. "Okay, technically, I don't really know what quintessential means, but I think I used it right." He paused a moment. "I'm bringing over a guy I know. We're meeting up after he finishes at his tattoo shop." Now, why was Colton the first person to spring to mind after Lottie mentioned finding someone to hook up with?
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She snorts, "I know, between the creaking of death and being up in the pollution it'll be hard to keep things platonic. But the garlic will probably do the trick. I have faith in my ability to keep it professional." Despite the creaking of the ride, Gia's grateful when it starts moving. The view is to die for, though she hopes the thing isn't half-assed put together and that expression doesn't end up a premonition.
"Oh, no. I don't want to participate," Gia is quick to counter him. "I just want to be a spectator. I think it would be one of those 'wow, this is really what people do with their lives' moments, you know? Like... I feel like my life is kind of in a downswing right now, but at least I'm not at that point." She pauses, lips pursing and brows pulling together. "That's kind of a dickhead thing to say though, right?" It's a judgemental tone she hadn't had before her stint in glitz and glam and it isn't one she particularly likes but maybe she's overthinking it.
"Oh, don't complain. You're the one begging me to ride it with you. Beggars can't be choosers, you know." Felix had been more focused on his sobriety than any kind of relationship the last year or so, but he was happy to joke about it. He would probably make a great fake boyfriend to take to family dinners. All he'd have to do is mention that he'd only recently got out of a rehab center, and he was sure that would go down great.
"Ah, spectating? That's a little better, I guess. If you were going to stuff your face with blueberry pie and cream, though, at least you were smart enough to ride the ferris wheel beforehand." He joined the line with her. It looked like the ride was about to come to a stop. The operators were letting people off and letting the new participents on. "What, being a dickhead for not wanting to enter a pie eating contest? I'd say that makes you pretty sensible. You ever think about the fact some people are using food banks and starving, while others are out here just wasting food like it's nothing."
"It's almost like it's their job or something," she snorts. Sky taps her manicured nails on her chin as if she's pondering. She's not exactly looking to bait the poor guy with alcohol but she could use something to drink. Running her hand through her hair, she smiles over. "A Dr. Pepper, if that doesn't break the bank. And I'll leave the girls a tip for you. Look at that-- compromising," she assures him. "We all have rent to pay, I get it. I've got a money funnel at home too. His name is Diego. He's four."
Felix could be pretty good at charming his way out of situations. He'd relied on his soft blue eyes and sweet smile to help him on several occasions in the past, before his luck had finally run out and he'd been arrested. Something told him Sky was tougher to win over than most. She'd grown up in this area. She'd been around bullshitters probably her whole life, but he was trying, and he hoped that counted for something.
"Dr. Pepper, you got it." He ordered a Dr. Pepper for Sky, and another Diet Coke for himself, tapping his phone to the card machine. "Wait, wait," he chuckled. "Child, or dog, or cat? Because they can all be money funnels." He handed her his drink as the waitress served them. "You have pictures?"
