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Years of drug use and disrespecting his body had left Ed with a pretty shitty memory. Most of his best moments were seen through the haze of some illicit substance, blurs from a highlight reel… despite all that blur, he recognises her. There’s a little less glitter, he’s a little more sober, but still, it’s her. “A bunch, actually, kind of always been terrible at sticking to just one thing…” his answer is only half hearted as he tucks the joint behind his ear, probably staring too much as she floats through the aisles, “I’m sorry, I don’t wanna freak you out - but I know you, right? I swear I know you.”

“yeah.  there’s something about them.  they look like rocks with slugs in them.  i don’t get it.”  his face twisted into something akin to disgust before the muscles relaxed into his neutral gaze.  there was so much happening at the festival that he wasn’t really sure where to start.  apart from the obvious which was eating more food than he was sure he’d ever even seen in his lifetime, the games seemed the most interesting.  so, he opted for that and began to walk over to it.  “just let me know when you get hungry and we’ll head over to the food stalls, okay?  i don’t mind stopping.  besides, if i don’t win you anything by then, i’ll probably just bring us there myself.”  he joked.  he knew these games tended to be rigged but, chances were he’d figure at least one out before he had to resort to avoidance.  “well, if you want to add a little competition to the mix, we could do that water gun one against each other.  see who wins.”  he pointed it out to her.  he knew he’d have to bring up the situation eventually but, at least, he’d try to break it to her as gently as possible.  she deserved that just as much as she deserved someone who wouldn’t be dividing his attention between someone who had left him and her.

he had considered turning right around, back to his flat the moment he realized that this wasn’t just a meet-up.  it hadn’t really dawned on him at first.  jin was just glad to be out with someone, out and not thinking about the same person that he’d thought about a little too often for the last year or so.  besides, he’d known elanur for a while and if he didn’t count the night several days ago, he hadn’t really paid her much mind. so when she admitted that, he felt bad.  which probably explained his next decision.  he reached out, took her hand and interlaced their fingers, “i mean, we went to that clam fest back in boston.  don’t think either of us ate any of it, though.  do you want to go check the non-clam ones out ?”  it wasn’t like anyone knew they worked together nor did they know that he technically was her boss, so he figured no actual harm.  “uh, probably about fifteen actually.  well, no, i think i stuck around for ten and then walked around until i found you here.”  half a lie.  “if you want, we could play some games.  i could win you one of those ugly stuffed animals.”

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       NO SUCH THING AS SHAME   /   a grin spread across features, pulled at the corner of his lips and exposed the laugh lines that crossed his face, the curve of what could almost be called a dimple, the crows feet that spoke of a life full of amusement rather than pain. and, here, now, he licked alcohol from his mustache, a brief flick of his tongue as he made a show of critiquing the taste.  “  i know it’s free but they couldn’t have splurged on the gin ? give us something with a little more flavour ?   “   he lifted his eyebrows with a wag,  “ oh don’t be like that peg, you know i have my strong points.   “   pocket square is pressed against wet skin, attempting to dry hmself off, though, his suit is probably best given up as a lost cause.  eyes flick from the wicked curve of her smile, her glass, to the expanse of her,   “  thanks, that’s one helluva look you’ve got yourself.  “   it’s said casually, confidently, as if his breath didn’t almost catch in the back of his throat, as if he didn’t have to force his eyes away lest they linger a touch too long for just reunited friends. howard had never had a reputation for self restraint but then again, reputations were just words, and he’d been twisting those round since he’d been a kid. he didn’t linger.  “ now,  do a fella a favor and direct him to a drink ?  preferably one still in a cup.  “

a glimmer of delectation illuminated aphotic skies that could conceal the most acherontic of tales. The smooth transition almost too fluid , of course that level of acquisition is reserved for yours truly. Her dexterous hand planted on the base of her hip , chin jutting forward as he is under surveillance . The compliment saturated her ego , but of course she wouldn't give him the luxury of viewing it through more than the sardonic curve of her devilish tinted lips. “ you are no doubt the most shameless man I have ever met. “ the statement came out as a clear indicator that she didn't fall for the charade. “ I suppose you do have your strong points , but that is entirely relative , yes? “ she couldn't simply just agree with him without the verbal jab , it became a second nature you don't grow out of despite time and distance apart . “ there is a bar right over there , I was just heading that way myself. care to join me ? “ she insisted ; of course like every other time , peggy carried a CONCEALED motive. howard stark is no stranger to that , if they had anything in common it would be that. 

it was then that the stranger began talking nonsense, his nose wrinkling in response. torture? rebels? it made him sound like some dictator - which hux was not. “are you delusional? drunk, or high?” the redhead accused him back, keeping his voice level and his confusion to a minimum. hux had done things in the war he wasn’t proud of but this was different. personal, to this man he’d never met before. “i’ve never met you in my life. now, i suggest you calm down and move along before i inform the authorities and get you thrown out,”

the uplifting music sent anna’s heart in flight as she spun around with a quick step along the ballroom floor. dancing has never been her forte , and neither has the combination of coordination. and due to that she collided into a waiter that balanced an entire tray of glasses filled with champagne all over an unsuspecting pair. “ sorry , sorry , i’m so sorry !” anna apologized profusely before flying away to try to find napkins . if she ever finds her way to them.

Kirishima: We need to figure out where we're going to live...

Kirishima: We'll freeze if we don't find something.

Kirishima: The only reason I said that was so that you'll have a little fun tonight. We've had a rough week, just...try, okay? Make some friends?

Bakugo: ..

Bakugo: ...

Bakugo: We can go to sensei , maybe I can catch him here and talk to him. I thought I saw him somewhere in this damn crowd . . . what the hell is he doing here ?

Bakugo: . . .

Gary let out a frustrated sigh as he watched the plate of cookies be completely were blown to shreds, he crossed his arms over his chest, “Aww bro, come on! That was a perfectly good plate of cookies. Cookies someone’s mom or wife or girlfriend probably spent a lot of time on.” His thoughts instantly shifting to Regina and Delilah both make a mean batch of Christmas cookies, one of his favorite holiday traditions, dammit he really missed his friends. “Don’t give me that what you owe me a plate of cookies, pal, whomever blew it, scoops it.” He pointed to the floor, “better get scooping.”

“ you want them ? better start licking them up before they carried away , loser. “ his tone sliced through the air between them , crimson hues narrow with his patience had been plucked at , the thread was already very very thin.” i don’t  owe you a damn thing. “ he knew he promised to be on his best behavior , but this would be his most challenging run-in yet.