Thunderbolts & Lightning

With a joking pout, Preston led the way over to the bar. “Why? Got your eye on someone else?” Just like Zavier had predicted, there was a special event drink advertised right on the bar counter. Heart shaped straw and all. Grinning madly, Preston ordered one for himself, thrilled that it came with strawberries. “Look at this, it’s a snack and a drink. Did you see my date when we came in? Well, we came as friends I guess.”

Zavier shrugged. “Not yet, but the night is young. Who knows?” He winked at Preston knowingly. He wrinkled his nose as the bartender brought Preston his concoction, ordering a simple scotch for himself. “Yes, that’s what I always look for in a drink.” He shook his head with disapproval. “Wasn’t it that blonde? I thought she was your ex.”

Oz laughed with the other before he grabbed his drink back off the table, still bobbing. “I just think it’s important to let all the girls know you can be an absolute bozo. They love that.” He said, shrugging. Besides, is someone acts like a dork, everyone else loosens up.

“You and I have very different strategies to woo the ladies. I think if I tried to shake it like that, I might break a hip. I’m not limber like I once was,” he joked, although he knew he was in good shape. He just wasn’t sure he’d ever been in good enough shape to shake it like that. 

Preston: something like that

Preston: honestly i wish zombies would attack and just come eat my brain

Preston: now i'm going to that party next week with the other ex...as friends

Zavier: honestly you'd probably be better off

Zavier: ...as friends?

Preston: uhhh so, actually it was with...the other ex

Preston: I think i have a disease or something

Preston: a love disease

Zavier: jfc man

Zavier: you're a glutton for punishment, that's what you are

Preston: i, uh, maybe had a conversation with the ex that i shouldn't have

Zavier: damn man

Preston: i didn't know it was possible to fuck up more than i already had

Zavier: jfc

Preston: this is so stupid

Preston: ugh, maybe i should try it

Zavier: it's gotta be better than moping around after some chick

Preston: i think so.

Preston: did i seriously just get broken up with over text?

Preston: because of a dare?

Preston: I don't know, maybe. Is that what you usually do?

Zavier: looks that way

Zavier: them's the breaks, kid

Preston: whatever we're taking some time i guess

Preston: i don't know about jumping into bed with someone else...

Zavier: 'taking some time' is that the new way for saying you've broken up?

“Maybe he just looked like an Elliott.” Holly mused, though she was just as perplexed as to what sort of name Elliott was for a dragon as he was. She snorted at Zavier’s suggestion. “Scales McDragonbreath. Striking fear into the hearts of all who fell into the path of his shadow, destroying entire cities with a single breath. Civilization quivers before thee…” She paused for a moment, stopping to consider his question. “Well, everything has a name. And if it doesn’t, most people would give it one. So if this poor dragon doesn’t have a name yet, I’m sure he’ll get one.”

      Discretion wasn’t always Hayden’s forte, he was more flamboyant with his actions, EVERYONE knew when he’d done something, unless, of course, he feared retaliation and kept it a secret, which wasn’t very often, but there had been moments in his life where he had kept to the shadows, so to speak. There was a vague familiarity to the man before him, but Hayden couldn’t really put his finger on it, so he let it pass, it wasn’t like he saw hundreds of people every day with his line of profession. This certainly was a pleasant turn of events, if keeping this little transaction between got him some extra cash on the side, then he should look into guiding people places more often, of course, most people weren’t so quick to gratitude in such a form. “Yeah, totally, no problem man. Consider this whole thing never happened.” 

Heath pursed his lips, pretending to be in thought. The fact that he was calling Roy “that thing” didn’t sit well with him. “I think… The shelter said something about condescending lawyers. Drives Roy into a blind frenzy.” 

“Isn’t that what leashes are for?” Heath retorted, taking in the blonde that he never really was excited to see. It didn’t surprise him that Zavier would be grumpy about the dog. “The shelter said he’s good with kids over 10, so sounds good enough to me.”