Leo Fernandez

open to all (0/5) linc and leon's birthday extravaganza, o'shea's, 8th august 2024.

It seemed that Leo had found his way to the wrong bar. He'd been given a recommendation by someone earlier in the week and clearly hadn't paid close enough attention to get the right details. But once he was there, and had finished one drink he figured he could stay a while. Not really knowing anyone at what seemed to be a celebration for someone, Leo drifted out to the courtyard to see what was going on out there. The aroma of smoke greeted his nose, but it didn't bother him. He liked the smell, for whatever reason.

CJ followed his gaze over to the bin with an assortment of accessories on sale, but from here couldn’t tell if there were any more cat-shaped glasses, and would need to have a real scrummage through, taking the shades with a wide grin of thanks, before his face fell into a frown. “Dude, c’mon, I look hot in like, everything!” And he put the glasses on to prove it to him, posing in an exaggerated manner as if that would help with the pre-conceived hotness.

Leo smirked at the guy. Did he have such a high opinion of himself or was he being sarcastic? Leo didn't want to make assumptions -- not to the man's face anyway. "I mean.. that's probably true." The man wasn't unattractive, even with the cat sunglasses on his face. "Oh yes. I definitely see it now. Smoking hot."

The wallet in his hand was put back on the shelf and Gray glanced over at the guy hanging onto the cat sunnies with a half grin. "We're all sorry. I'm guessing you've been lucky enough to not have met him." To most everyone else Cameron Heller was a great member of the community. He added something to it with his fancy Harvard degree and law firm. People didn't really have a clue what he was like behind closed doors. "No, you're right. You should probably go ahead and get them for yourself. Can't have those falling into the wrong hands."

"I guess? I mean.. no, I haven't met your dad." The way the other man spoke of his father, let Leo with the distinct feeling that there was no love lost between them. Definitely not something he wanted to poke his nose into. Leo smiled and nodded, holding up the glasses again. "Yeah. I think I will. Thanks for the encouragement." Leo tucked one leg of the shades into his shirt collar to free up his hand, then stuck it out to the other man. "I'm Leo, by the way. Just been in town for a couple of days."

James wasn't exactly sure how the man, who seemed to be as unassuming as they come, was pushed to be the next to try his luck. But James was also far too into character to go easy, so he continued taunting him.

To be honest, Leo was just as surprised as the man being dunked that the ball smacked the target squarely. He probably couldn't do that again, if he tried. But nobody else had to know that. He grinned as the crowd cheered and when the man emerged from the tank, soaking wet. Applause was always welcome in Leo's world. Yes, I do deserve it. Thank you. Leo chuckled when the man approached to congratulate him. "Uh, no. Just a beautiful boy with a golden arm." He joked. "Why? Should I have a vendetta against you?"

"Your appearance and health means nothing in the presence and servitude of cats," Gray teased lightly. "Everyone likes cats." Even though he knew that couldn't be and wasn't a true statement Gray considered that anyone who didn't like cats were sus. He'd never personally owned one but if he'd gotten himself a pet at any point it would likely be a cat. "Oh, you mean you haven't heard that Cameron Heller is yet again up for the Dad of the Year award?" The sarcasm was thick.

Leo grinned. "My sister would agree with you." It was almost offensive how quickly she'd pushed Leo aside in favor of the furry feline, though he wasn't the one shedding all over the couch. Leo's brow rose when the man responded in a manner that gave him the answer to his question. He laughed softly. "In that case.. I'm sorry." Leo couldn't relate. His dad was wonderful. "Maybe he shouldn't get these glasses. They're clearly meant for someone deserving." He smiled lightly at the man, wanting to say something helpful but not knowing the other enough to do so.

CJ would do anything for his nieces, it was common knowledge in the Welford family circle. He would move the heavens and earth to make them smile, and for Wren to not feel as stressed having two girls under ten. So when they begged Uncle CJ to get these cat-shaped sunglasses they had seen at Thrift Haven the other day that their mom had refused to buy them, well, he couldn't say no.

Leo grinned at his reflection in the mirror when he heard a compliment tossed his way from an onlooker. "Oh, thanks," he glanced over his shoulder to make eye contact. "Um.. I think so. I got them in a bin over there.. but I don't remember seeing another pair." While Leo did love a campy accessory, he found himself offering the shades up. "You can take these, if you want. I mean.. I don't think they'd look as good on you, but.."

"Not to that cat..." Grayson points to the sunglasses the other had removed. "They set off a good vibe and people love cats so it could be a good talking point for you." If he needed that sort of thing. He had an old wallet in his hand but wasn't considering it. "If you don't get them then I might have to... for my father."

"Valid point." Leo conceded, appreciating the other man's encouragement. "And despite how grotesque my red eyes and sneezing fits make me look when I encounter a single cat hair, I do like cats.. deep down." Leo's sister had a cat, named Precious. That adoption was the only thing they ever disagreed on. Leo lost that battle, and stock up on allergy medicine. When his companion mentioned buying the sunglasses for his dad, Leo smirked, teasing. "Either he's a world-class cat dad or you don't like him very much."

Thrift stores were not Grayson's go-to for any sort of shopping but when it came to buying anything for his father he'd rather go for cheap and secondhand. This was a belated Father's Day gift, one he'd said was in the mail and rolled his eyes over the shipping issues. His dad gave him a skeptical look but said nothing. Likely he was surprised Gray would get him anything at all. The guy laughing at himself with the sunglasses on caught his attention and Gray glanced over. "Those are so you," he claimed without knowing the person at all. "Splurge. Treat yourself."

Leo hadn't noticed that he had an audience until the man nearby commented on the cat sunglasses on his face. Suddenly aware of the other's attention, a little tint of pink colored his cheeks. He turned to face the other man, carefully removing the glasses but keeping hold of them. "Oh, you think so?" he chuckled. "That's ironic.. considering I'm allergic to cats."

Where: Whimsy World Who: Anyone! (Capping at 3) @bluestarters

It was completely by chance that Leo had ended up with the ball in his hand in front of the dunk tank. After all, he'd only gone to Whimsy World in search of inspiration for a 'meet cute' chapter that he was hoping to write in the next few days. He wasn't an athletic guy by any means, no matter how much he admired some athletes. No, he was simply standing there when someone pushed a ball into his fist, the person running off by the time Leo looked up. "Uh.." he was confused, but turned toward the sound of the jeering man. It was pretty clear what he needed to do. "If you're sure." With a sigh, he used his right hand to push up his glasses to the top of the bridge of his nose, then made his best effort at aiming and lobbing the ball at the obnoxious target.