☁ I'M A SAFE PLACE TO LAND.

“See when you put it like that,” Lucas couldn’t help but point to the menu off to the side. “You’re still wrong and I’ll stick to my own choice.”

MARSHALL LET out a frustrated groan, “I wasn’t saying you were wrong, man. I was just saying I’m getting the spaghetti. You’re not in court, lay off will you?”

MARSHALL HADN’T been planning on going out to the festival. But while sitting at home he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing the festivities. As much as he hated crowds, he hated boredom more. He’d only been half watching the performances, enjoying the music for what it was, but finding all the splendor that went with it a little too much. A drink, that was what Marshall needed. He ordered a gin and tonic, glancing over his shoulder every couple minutes to keep tabs on what was what. The last thing he had expected was for the announcer to show up at his side. “uh- yeah. it’s cool, man,” He said, a little lost for words. “wouldn’t usually show up to this kind of thing but I have to say, I don’t hate it,”

Thierry scratched at his chin in a clearly agitated manner, feeling the stubble there and silently making a note to himself to shave soon, as he stared down at his phone. He’d just finished talking to his father, telling him about the gym and how he’d finally saved up enough from Billiard Bros to buy it out from it’s now previous owner…and of course, he’d expected Richard to be proud. After all, Thierry was making a name for himself around town, now - a good one - and he knew that the only thing that could potentially make Richard Holiday proud of you, was keeping up appearances and making the Holiday name look good. But once again, Thierry was disappointed in his expectations when it came to his father. The man had simply said “That’s two under your belt, but you can do better than that, Thierry. Try harder.” like he hadn’t just been told that his son had made another successful business deal. It wasn’t that Thierry wasn’t used to being brushed off like that by either of his parents, but it still fucking pissed him off. Usually he only got this worked up when one of his siblings told him about their own shitty treatment from Richard and Sharon, but this time, he’d let his father’s words get to him. With a despondent huff, Thierry plopped down rather ungracefully on the nearest bench, not even caring about or noticing his surroundings, and vented loudly, “This is literally the last fucking time I’ll go to him with anything!” He was so done with his father at this point. Thierry knew he should have called one of his brothers or sisters instead with the news, rather than going to father first, because now his excitement about being the new owner of the gym had all but disappeared, his good mood completely destroyed.

MARSHALL HAD his own fair share of daddy fatherly issues. His own dad loved him, sure. But he was...unintentionally undermining, and it made Marshall almost resent his opinions ( especially when his old man was right ). He was just mulling over the recent phone call he’d had with his dad, the I-told-you-sos that overshadowed all of his attempts to talk about his actual problems, when Thierry came along & interrupted his revive. “sorry, man,” Marshall said cautiously. “are you talking to me or just...venting? I’m new around here, so I don’t see how I could have fucked you over, just yet,”

Berk Cankat [x]

harry was unsure of what to do with himself. he wasn’t used to spare time, there was drills, flying, work outs, mission planning. each part of his day had a structure and a purpose and he didn’t remember the last time he’d been given so much time of. hell it was weird enough to be be back on solid land for the pilot. he couldn’t believe he was actually so bored he was at the tourist stand in the middle of town, but this was where he had found himself. feeling eyes on him the male rose a brow. “i’m new, so sue me, do people actually not use these things here?”

MARSHALL WAS more of a civvie than your average airman, mostly because he’d spent the majority of his career on solid ground, fixing up the planes rather than flying them. That also meant that his days lacked a lot of the structure and isolation felt by his colleagues. Still, a vacation was much needed. and he’d found himself in Holiday, of all places. Quaint and quiet just as he’d hoped. The perfect place to wander. Marshall hadn’t been planning to approach Harry, but his eyes were drawn to the pin on his jacket. Naval air force, he knew. “oh, sorry man,” Marshall said quickly, tapping his right breast to indicate what had caught his attention. “but it is--” he double checked his watch. “thirteen hundred hours, so they’re at lunch probably,”