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Indie is: nightskymuses

“Let’s make it a Friday thing then. Of course, if we need to cancel we can always reschedule to a different day of the week but Fridays are good. What better way to kick off the weekend than spending time with your best friend.” Without any particular warning, she took the tequila shot in front of her, immediately scrunching up her face in distaste as it burned its way down her throat. “Whew. Will that ever get easier? I would think by now it would, but I guess I thought wrong.” Shivering and sticking out her tongue, she reached for her wine glass and took a rather large sip, an attempt to get the horrid taste out of her mouth. “Wow, you must really love me if it meant sweet talking your way with Sawyer. Don’t worry, though. I’d never put you in that sort of situation. I promise to always be on my best behavior.” 

“I can think of about a million and one different ways to have fun other than teasing me. That’s like, dead last on the list.” Sawyer shook his head, although he didn’t bother to yell. Anyone else he would have (then again, there weren’t that many people who had this sort of effect on him.) “Yeah, work is…work comes before a lot of things. I never really saw the appeal behind playing hooky from work, other than getting more sleep. Look at you, Ivy Dunne. You’re such a bad influence on me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don’t wanna hear it.” Sawyer shook his head, although Ivy was probably one of the very few people allowed to tease him about those sort of things. Eddie and his sister were also on that list, and that was probably it. “I think…I’m gonna play hooky for the day. I can’t remember the last time I’ve done something like this. I’m always the first one to the station, you know? Early as possible, last one to leave sort of thing. Maybe this is what I need.”

“Ooo, can we?” Ela’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, her smile growing. Having a weekly girl’s night sounded like a fantastic idea and something both girls needed right now. “I’m so down! I’m off practically every weekend, and get done pretty earlier during the week. I’m always home before six. This is the best thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth all night.” She winked. “Aww, you’d bail me out, huh? Maybe sweet talk Sawyer into letting me go. Actually, no. As much as I’d want out I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with him and his smart ass. You need to avoid him at all costs - just as much as I have to avoid my ex. “Too old? Nonsense! There’s no such thing! You’re allowed to have fun no matter what your age may be - and by the way, you’re not old. You better hush.”

After a long night shift, the first thing AJ did was return home to feed Sergeant, then take him for a walk. His boy had a tendency to become distracted by all of the other dogs, and sometimes even cats that might join their owners. Which was fine by him, considering Sergeant was just as harmless as his owner. A social butterfly that wouldn’t harm unless absolutely necessary. The way his tail wagged was a clear sign of his happiness. Paying more attention to his pet than others around him, it was an almost collision that drew AJ out of his reverie. “Oh that’s okay! I tend to do that a lot. Er, most of the time, actually.” He chuckled, flashing a smile to assure everything was good. Then recognition clicked, that it was Sawyer’s ex, Ivy. “Ivy, right?” He asked uncertainly. “Please excuse me if I’m totally wrong.”

When hearing her name fall from the male’s lips, it took her a minute to register who it was. Someone she had met through Sawyer who he had worked with. She brought her hand up to push some of her hair out of her face. “No, you’re right,” She chuckled, allowing a soft smile form on her lips. “Austin if I’m not mistaken? Sorry. It’s been a while since I have seen you.” Mainly because of her break up with Sawyer. She was normally good with names since it was something she had to be good at with different students every year. “How have you been?”

“Yes, I do know that. I’m forever grateful for you, your friendship, and your big boobs.” Ela teased, nudging her friend with her shoulder as she let a giggle escape her lips. “I’m all for some cuddling and stuffing our faces with food. These sort of nights are the ones I look forward to the most. We need to start having them more often.” She reached for the bottle, pouring the liquor into the shot glasses. “You are right about that. Kids will listen, adults don’t want to hear it. It’s their way or the highway. I have people question my profession all the time. Like alright, you’re right - you do know more than me based off of what you’ve found on Facebook. Forget the fact that I went to school for this.” Rolling her eyes, she quickly cut up the lime so they could be fully prepared for the tequila shots. “Hey, maybe that’s what you need. A distraction, you know? You don’t have to marry them…just have some fun.”

Graham: [sends location]

Graham: If you're serious about it.

She definitely didn’t miss that part of his sentence, as much as he wished she would have. His cheeks turned a light shade of red as he continued to drink his coffee, not quite sure what to say. Ivy seemed to be doing a good job at playing it off and acting as if it meant nothing - which it had, or at least that’s what he had to tell himself. “I’ll get the silent treatment from him but…I think he can forgive me for it. He loves me too much to get pissed off over a few donuts.”

“I know, I know. It’s something I’m still trying to get used to. Even as a kid, I was always afraid to cry in front of others. It never made any sense, as my parents always made sure to let me know that it was okay to feel sad or upset. But you’re right - that’s what we’re here for. You’re my number one gal.” Ela wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze before focusing on the tequila shots now sitting in front of them. “You have a point. I’m sure as much as you love your students, working around children that young can get a little stressful at times. I don’t really deal with children at work, so I can’t relate - well, I guess I can. Adults are worse. They make me crazy, I swear.” She chuckled. “Oh, hush. You are hot. You’re sexy. Just look at those eyes! You’ll have people begging for more.”

Graham: The sooner you can get here, the better.

“I don’t know…maybe. I’d like to sit here and say yes I would, but uh, I couldn’t ever get frustrated with you - regardless of the stupid questions. You’re just too cute to get annoyed with, I guess.” Realizing wha he had just said, he awkwardly cleared his throat and brought his coffee up to his lips to distract himself from what he had just told Ivy. “You think Eddie would be able to forgive us?”

“Darling, you are a badass. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, tears shed or not. Even badasses cry sometimes. Hell, I did, I just didn’t let you see it.” Hearing that her friend had tequila available, she wiggled her brows before getting up from her seat and went towards the kitchen to find her stash. After opening a couple of the cabinets, she found the bottle and was able to locate some limes and salt as well. “Ivy! You little devil. You were prepared, weren’t you?” Ela chuckled, making sure to gather everything including shot glasses before heading back into the living room. “This is why we’re best friends We’re gonna take some tequila shots and get you someone hot to fuck!” Cato was long forgotten as she focused on the task ahead of her, putting together a Tinder profile for her best friend. She spent some time choosing the images, making sure to pick the best. “You’re going to get so many matches. You’re hot as fuck.”

Graham: You don't have to worry about that here.

Graham: The fun starts as soon as you meet up.

“Probably. I wouldn’t put it past him. There’s a reason why we get along so well, and it’s because we’re one in the same. I’d do it too if he promised me something and didn’t deliver it. What would have made matters worse is if I would have blamed my lack of donuts on you. Then I would have never heard the end of it from him.” At the mention of a partner who didn’t shut up, Sawyer made a face. “I’d quit right then and there. I can’t handle stupid questions. I have a maximum of like, one before I lose my patience with someone.” It was one of the many things that made him different from Ivy. While she had the time to work with people and help them out, he didn’t. He tried, and usually failed. “I don’t know, I’ve always been a bad liar. I feel like they’d see right through me.”