i will f i g h t

“It’s fine!” Annalise laughed and shook her head. “I’m well aware of what it sounds like. If I were you listening to me, I would’ve thought the exact same,” she grinned at the blonde woman. “It’s much more of a cute name, than the city actually is,” she said behind her teeth. “I’ve been working in America for a while. I was up in Boston for a few years, but I asked for a change to New York. I work in hotels,” she explained, “but I don’t like the suite living or the city living, so I’d rather be in a smaller town, with more peace and calm and safety.”

“Yeah, I know…” Livia wasn’t usually one to bring down the mood with her own problems, but for a moment she was overwhelmed with how much had changed in a short amount of time and for some reason, she just couldn’t hold it back. “Thank you, Phoebe. It’s okay though. I mean… Everything will be fine eventually.” She smiled now, genuinely hopeful and optimistic about the future. “Audrey is seven and Gracie is four. They’re way too cute for their own good, honestly.”

“I mean, listen. We both named them after fictional characters. It could have been worse. It could have been that you named him after his horoscope,”  she joked, hoping she hadn’t offended the other with the point she made.  “Oh, I grew up here. Lived in the city of New York for a handful of years before making my way back. You’d think that in such a small town, you’d know every face by now but I still manage to bump shoulders with people I’ve never seen in all my life,”  she pondered.

“You sure wouldn’t.” He agreed, solemnly. “I’m not an alcoholic, but please don’t tell my brother.” He mocked, “Should I go ahead and pick apart that statement, or would you like to take the lead?”

The scenario she depicted made Rhett smile. “Good choice,” he nodded. “You passed the test.” In the many years Rhett had worked there, this was the first time he’d made the connection between himself and a goblin in DnD who made the adventurers answer riddles before they could pass. That was basically what he was doing right now, he thought.

“It’s my dream job,” she admitted, remembering how she would always stay up past her bed time, opening her bedroom window and looking up to the stars, wondering what was out there. “And researching, you always do find out something new,” she added. She listened to the other’s explanation, giving a small nod. “Hmm, that’s what patients need a lot of times, someone to relate too. But I’m sure you’ll qualify,” she told her, looking out to see if their drinks were being served yet. “But it must be a tough job, I probably couldn’t handle it.”

"That's amazing. I mean--Having your dream job. You're living the life I mean--I'd love if I was doin' my dream job." Phoebe smiled loving that this women had her dream job--had it all sorted out from the exterior. "I hope so...Yeah it is tough. It's long--But I've always been a people person and I'm pretty good at it...I did it because my husband wanted me to do it. I nursed him when he was sick--And he said it was my calling or whatever.." She smiled lightly at the memory.

                            “You know what, I would love to— I’m sure he would love that anyway,” Thea said, laughing lightly. She already felt more at ease in the bar now, despite the many people and most of them even strangers. “Well, I—- I’m just trying to stay away from drinking because…” She couldn’t make herself say it, so she just shrugged. “Doctor’s advice. But I guess… I guess one drink won’t hurt?”

Caleb laughed at her retaliation, secretly wanting to defend himself so grabbed his phone and flashed them a series of photos. “Three different nights in the same week ladies, it can’t be that bad—” He winked in their direction, the brunette seemingly disgusted at the pair of them. He avoided dark-haired women anyway, there was something about blondes that got him far too excited. Catching the drink that came sliding towards him, the two ladies got up and left along with the man opposite and it was just them at the bar. He snorted, rolling his eyes as she convinced herself that was how it went. “Which is why I have to kick you out of my bed, every damn time I see you…” He shouldn’t have let it go on, but it was almost too easy. 

“WOAH-are those me?” She lurched forward trying to look at his phone screen. She groaned as she sat down back on the bar stool. "God I fucking hate you." She snapped at him as she downed her drink and ordered another. "Oh really? But aren't you always the one that gives the first move? You need to stop thinkin' you hate sleeping with me because if you hated it, you wouldn't have me round every week." She smirked rather pleased with herself. "If you don't want me though, there's a guy over there and he's hot...So."

“Oh believe me, I’m not actually this calm all the time. You just got me on a good day,” said Hazel and laughed lightly. She had definitely had her mini breakdowns during this pregnancy. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s nice that they’ll always have that bond, even when they’re grownups and no one’s truly able to tell they’re twins.”

“Think about it this way, if you really really cared about it as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t have failed. It’s just one of those things.” People who cared about those types of things dove head first into studying. They didn’t come up for air, or at least he didn’t. Him in Law School was a tragedy, but it got the job done. “I know. I’m right a lot.” He got paid to be right. It was his thing. “So I can be up all night? No thanks. I’d rather watch you make a fool of yourself with the alcohol.” He sighed, “one drink. I’m not baby sitting you. You’re an adult, you get to make your own decisions.” 

Kendall: this is rude

Kendall: i asked so nicely

Phoebe: ken i aint ur fucking maid

“I’ve had some really… terrible memories with tequila. All of which caused me to black out completely.” Philip tried to keep a serious front, but he just chuckled instead. “Nah, it’s just one of those drinks I can have after like… getting plastered. Because then you don’t consider anything. The taste, the burn– so forth, and so on.”

With the order of the drinks, he offered up a small smirk, noting the way she inched closer. Philip did the same, “That’s fine by me. No troubles.” As they were set down in front of him, he grabbed the first shot and raised it in the air, “Cheers.” Without another word, the rim of the glass was against his lips, and the liquor couldn’t have gone down quicker.

"But isn't that the fun...Blackin' out..Not rememberin' shit? Then waking up with some...well maybe on your own..But yeah" She chuckled but agreed. "To be honest, I'm like that with jaeger. I fuckin' hate jaeger." She grimaced at the thought of it and shook her head as she downed her shots as fast as he could.

“Demanding? Moi?” Eska scoffed, hands raised to guard her supposedly offended heart, “Never have I ever. I prefer ‘lady who knows what she wants’, but we can agree t’disagree, blondie.” Listening to plans being made, all seemingly one-sided, she rolled her eyes, “Nice t’meet you pot, I’m kettle,” she let out beneath her breath, unable to help but follow in chuckling along with her. “I’m down for whatever you choose, boss. The less you leave your fate in my hands, the better.”

  “Oxford” he answered with a grin, “is that so? I have a talent for getting people to spill secrets and open up. It’s a super power” he teased . “Whiskey” he replied as the bartender place another glass down. 

“My drinking won’t cost you at all. Which makes me the best drinking partner. I look forward to the verdict. No it’s fine, I don’t mind you asking. I’m on medication for a variety of things so drinking is not the best idea.”