The city was as resiliant as ever. Even in the midst of the a storm, their favorite hand pulled noodle spot was buzzing with customers. Even at three am, all bundled up, more than likely having to walk the majority of their way, just like he and luca had done. Even before the storm and even well before luca, this was keys favorite place to come out of all the places the city had to offer at this hour. There were others he liked to visit, no doubt, but there was something about how cozy this place was. He’d grown to love the family running the place which is why, no matter how packed it was, keys always got the best table. A booth in the corner just next to the kitchen, which he loved especially in the winter. The warmth and the smell of the food hitting them every so often when the door swung open was another one of his favorite things. His most favorite though, was getting to share such a sacred space with who he was most certainly convinced at this point was the love of his life. He wouldn’t have walked a mile through the snow from their condo at three in the morning after keys had not only a bowl, but two edibles. He was high as hell. And luca, more than likely knowing exactly where they’d end up given its happened plenty of times before now, easily obliged keys antics. One of the so far never ending reasons why keys was pretty sure he’d fight god for luca.

It was why the older man’s favorite whiskey was already on the table. Along with a plate full of the dumplings keys paid extra to get made without the little noodles in it, the way luca liked. Keys was still waiting on his usual, massive order, watching luca stuff a dumpling into his mouth. It’s probably disgusting how enamored he looks watching the striking, bear of a man eat. He actually huffs before finally downing the shot sitting in front of him. Shuddering a bit, one eye screws shut for a second as he sets the glass back down on the table. “We gotta get a dog. It’d be rad in times like this. We can be those awful, terrible people who put them in little snow boots and expensive winter jackets.” Grinning, keys picks up his chopsticks to grab one of luca’s dumplings as he speaks excitedly. “I’d wear the fuck out of a dog in a little harness if need be. Rescues only though, so I’m not too picky about breed. Although,” he raises his hand, chopstick and dumpling coming with it. “A little weenie dog would be an absolute dream.” The musician hums happily at the thought, the sound only growing louder when he pops the food into his mouth in the midst of it.

His focus on eavesdropping on the couple on a first date that's clearly not going well when he sees Keys take the shot on the table in his peripheral vision. His partner's small shudder makes him chuckle a little, like every time he takes a shot is the first time. Luca nods eagerly in agreement as he takes a sip of whiskey before shoving another dumpling into his mouth. "We gotta get a weenie?" he chokes out excitedly over the dumpling before swallowing it whole to finish his thought. "We'll get a rescue one, maybe we could get a senior one, give 'em someplace warm and safe with two cool dog dads to live out their golden years." The smile on his face grows while he watches his partner, and there's nothing he wants more than to spend the rest of his life sitting at tables like this across from the love of his life like they're the only two people in the world.

It’s only been a year since Elias moved here but it was quite easy for him to still get lost. He could walk around for hours and still not find his way home, he would never admit it though and he would wonder around until he found his way. 

He’d stopped briefly and stepped out of the flow of foot traffic to send a quick text to Keys to ask if he wanted his usual or of there was any of the seasonal drinks he wanted instead. It surprises him a little when someone approached him asking for directions but he was happy to slip his phone into his pocket after sending the message to see what kind of help he could be. “Sure, what are you looking for?”

Outside Des was met by a blast of snow and wind pummeled her in the face. At least ten other people were standinf on the curb, trying without any luck to hail cabs driving by, all of them occupied. "Great, just great" she mumbled to herself buttoning her wool pea coat not wanting to admit she had to call her husband.

There must have been at least a dozen other people trying and failing to get a cab, but he still briefly considered making an attempt but instead did his best to shield his phone while he made arrangements for a car, one of the perks of his job. He looked up from his phone to see a familiar face and stepped up beside her. "Hey, stranger. Need a ride? You look pretty fuckin' cold," he remarked with a friendly chuckle.