lovin' on me.

Jacob Elordi + Sydney Sweeney | blooper reel | euphoria: season two.

"You wanna sign the thank you card to the big man upstairs?" He tossed back, "After many years of bitching, I guess he finally cleared me of my color blindness." He said, completely speaking out of his ass. He eyed the dress she wore, chuckling to himself as she expressed she hadn't actually known there was a dress code. "I don't know what's harder to believe. That you didn't know or that you really choose white on your own? Think you missed the virgin Mary look by a tad there, Vargas." Taking the flask she had to offer just after taking a final sip, herself. Liam brought it to his lips and too whatever came. He smirked, bring the flask down to his side, "Damn straight. Shit, in fact, I think it's time to go see who else we can con. This shit is almost gone." His eyes dropped to her breast at the mention of hard nipples, before back up at her face. "Some would say it completes the look, no?" Then arching his brow and scoffing, "What? No please? You really weren't joking when you said mommy dearest lacked."

Liam arched a brow at her sarcasm, deciding to match it with his own. "What gave you that impression? My angelic face?" He tossed back, aware that the small facial scars aged him a bit. "Or the halo that hangs above my head at all times?" His eyes skimmed the brunette, noting what she wear. "You look nice, by the way." He commented, "Red looks good on you." Red tended to look good on most of with her complexion. The side of his mouth curved up as she pulled out a flask. Perfect. Reaching for it, "Is this free of charge or am I going to pay for it later?" He wondered out loud, before than shooting back a shot from said flask.

Liam's brows rose, slightly taken aback by the remark she'd proceed to make. He shook his head softy, "I wouldn't want you to. And believe me, they wouldn't deserve you to." He told her, "Bill and your mother abandoning you was a blessing. I know that sounds fucked, but take it from someone who got partly raised by William Granger sr. You missed absolutely nothing."

Liam didn't miss the shift in demeanor as he glanced over at her. There was a split second of tension, a woman who looked like she was ready to jump. His eyes dropped down to the make shift key weapon in between her fingers. Nothing of which caused him any surprised. If anything, he was lucky she didn't have something that could injury first and ask questions later. "I like it kinky, babe. But I fear if we going to take it there, something much sharper would hit the mark." He tossed over to her, nothing more then a tease. Leaning forward, he'd push up out of the spot he had taken over on her couch. "What can I say? I'm nothing if not a gentleman. Wouldn't get used to it. I'm known to disappoint." Making his way over to his friend, he stopped a few feet from her. His eyes dropping to her keys, "Where's your glock, Vargas?"

It might've been a little crazy. Considering Liam was never actually alone growing up. At least, not physically. How could one be alone with a dozen siblings, okay, there were only 4, but it matters as well have been a damn dozen. Adding in Kota and her family, Bianca and her craziness, along with the Sons, and there really did seem to be someone at every corner. Only the thing was that emotionally, he had always been pretty alone. He grew up putting others before himself. Shit, the moment he entered the world, he was tasked with responsibilities. No matter how hard his sister tried to shift them all to herself. She was only 6 years older then he was. And even now, at 37, she was still trying to hold the weight on her shoulders, and she'd die pissed off that Liam ever agreed to sign his life to the Sons. More so because of the duty they expected then anything else. But the reason why he did it proved to come true. The other four was capable of staying together and becoming whatever they wanted. "Listen, I get it. You trying to not get clawed alive. I respect it. But I'm going to need 3 blankets, at the most." He replied, slightly joking, but also truthful, because the man couldn't handle the cold. He gave a lazy shrug at Ramy's question, momentarily thinking back on the fight with his sister. "It wasn't anything big. But she had to stitch me up, and it went from there." Only those in the club would say something like being stabbed and needed stitched up was no big deal. The subject change to his mom was much needed. A soft genuine smile crossed his features. Although a pinch of sadness stabbed against his heart at the fact that she was in such a state, and that Ramy had to even deal with it. "You think I should wear that 'fuck off' hoodie that she loved so much." He teased, remembering how often he'd get a talking to for such an inappropriate piece of clothing, and to brush his damn hair. "Damn, you're trying to kill me, man. But I guess for momma Mendez I can make the exception. But I demand some breakfast at that shitty little diner afterwards."

"Never say never, Dil." He tossed back, "Haven't you heard? Thinking something couldn't happen is the quickest way to make it happen." At least, with the bad shit, it'd seem. "Yes, I'll owe you. Within reason, of course." He added, "I just need that pretty face of yours and some communication. The hard way will be on me. So, don't expect a liver or some shit." His solemn face cracked at her following comment. He'd be lying if he didn't respect a woman who knew that. Those ones usually kept themselves from being eaten alive in the toxic world that was his life. Physically and emotionally. "Then it sounds like we have a deal." He arched his brow at her remark, now truly curious as to what this outfit could possibly be. "Can't wait to see it, then. I'm going to hit the convenience shop down the street, you want anything?"

As Liam rambled on Nate simply listened, only ever responding through expressions alone - a short crease to his brows as he wondered what the fuck - still, as he followed on behind the male he increasingly grew that itch only a cigarette could scratch, causing an annoyed sigh to release purely at that realisation of not having a packet to reach for in his back pocket. "Whatever the fuck is in there ain't for me, Granger." he thought to say, considering Liam's constant repeating of him doing Nate a favour - plain and simple? He highly doubted it. "Yeah yeah," his tone practically waved off his announced need for secrecy, "Go on, open her up, this better not be your way of telling me you're into kinky shit."

kota: im goin to regret it but yes. Triple dog dare.

Jacob Elordi in Euphoria (2019—)