i'll crawl home to her

harlow rolled her eyes at rue before then smiling. “thank you, but i’ll pay for yours next time.” she replied, looking up at the other after she finished her drink. “it’s nothing major, i’m just exhausted.” she admitted. “i mean, what with my new solo career and work and all, it’s a lot.”

he’s happy that his attempt at flirting has seemed to pay off . “ yeah ? ” he says , leaning forward on the bar , flashing his own ( hopefully ) charming smile . “ when do you have a break ? or , a minute where we can .. you know . ” he laughs at his own words . “ i mean , it will be longer than a minute .. i promise i last longer than that . ”

it was sunday night , and byeongsu had decided to hit the bar after a busy weekend . he didn’t expect many to be there ( except , maybe the regulars who came every day ) , but was happily proven wrong by the rather attractive bartender he had encountered upon sitting down . “ hi . ” he says softly , getting the other’s attention . “ i know you’re going to offer me some sort of drink special , but i’d like to know if you’re on the menu . ” @rueoconghaile​

“ah, big boss teagan – luckily for you, i am aware of her taste. unless she prefers a different vibe when she’s working.” he tells him, crossing his arms over each other as he leans on the counter. he loved to watch rue perform – he had a certain kind of magic to him when he sang, that had jack in an odd trance. his looks certainly helped, but he was one of those guys who were made for music. as someone who had their whole life revolve around music, it was important for jack to see those people thrive in ways that he could not bring himself to. “come on, i’ll play us a song or two that could get the inspiration flowing a little bit.” he tells him with a grin, flipping through his music library that was currently playing on aux throughout the store. finally, he settles on forget her by jeff buckley. 

harlow had just finished a long day of work and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t tired, even as much as she loved her job. there were times she wished she didn’t have to work as she had been trying to start up her own solo career for a while, but she knew she couldn’t do that without at least a little bit of cash. as she headed into the bar and sat down with her head on the counter, slowly falling asleep, she grinned when rue got closer. “you don’t have to do that, rue.” she replied as she still took the drink. “i can happily pay for it.” she replied.

Kam immediately scrambled to wrap his arms around Rue’s neck, holding himself up as best he could as he was carried towards the dumpster. Oh god, did they really have to actually go look at it? He really didn’t want to be abducted by aliens again. “I mean, I wanna believe that, yeah.” Kam replied when he was asked if he knew he was safe, dark eyes now stuck scanning the larger male’s face. Damn, he really was devastatingly handsome, and it was making it even harder than normal to string together a coherent thought. Seriously, that was hard enough as it is. “But what if something like, jumps out and claws our faces off?” Kam asked as if it was a completely normal thing to be worried about. He wasn’t even paying attention to the fact that his hands were now playing with the hair at the base of Rue’s neck.

rueoconghaile​:

“honestly, i dunno why ya thought it was such a good idea to try an’ outdrink an irishman, but you should quit while you’re ahead.” he was only teasing, of course, and if morgan kept up her pace she was going to leave his already-drunk ass in the dust. he hadn’t had a chance to get good and drunk like this in awhile, but he missed it. and morgan was always the best drinking partner. his face lit up in a grin as he turned to her, swaying slightly on his feet. “man, i wish we had go karts. no, no, no not go karts. the ones with the padding. bumper carts? somethin’ like that.” ( @morgan-walker​ )

Morgans eyebrow rose as she listened to Rue. “Well, the upper east side has their own problems. I wouldn’t say I’m an alcoholic, I don’t drink a lot but I drink often, so we’ll do with that what we will.” She rambled on. “I don’t see you coming for the title, Rue.” She giggled. “Bumper cars! My dad would take me out to Coney Island when I was a kid, we would hang out for hours and play all the arcade games. One of my favorite things to do there were the bumper cars.” She reminisced, slightly slurring. “So, where do they have bumper cars?” Morgan asked.

     ellie felt lucky to have rue and lizard in her life. she loved the family to pieces and loved spending time with them, lizard was adorable and she’d always found rue incredibly talented, hard working, and an amazing father, all amazing qualities. “hey !!” she greeted as soon as she walked in, giving rue a brief hug before fully walking in. the blonde’s smile grew tenfold at the sound of lizard’s squeals, the toddler’s reaction to her presence making her feel warm inside. “oh, it’s okay, it’s my night off. plus, this is for sure the hottest hang out spot in town.” ellie replied with a wink and a soft laugh. having been raised by a single mother, ellie knew that sometimes last minute things came up and you needed someone to look after your kid asap. so she really didn’t mind the short notice. “are you doing okay, though ?” she asked, a hint of concern behind her eyes. ellie wasn’t really sure what she could do to help if the answer was ‘no’, but damn it, she’d find a way. “you know you can always come to me if you need any help, right ?”

ella would definitely classify herself as a caffeine addict by this point in her life. having to wake up early and be in the studio didn’t help, the femme hadn’t ever been a morning person so even though she grabbed a cup o joe on her way to work, she definitely needed more to continue going. the ballerina spent a few grueling hours in the studio and now it was time to refuel. ella was sipping her coffee and absent-mindedly doodling in a notebook that sat on the table in front of her. it took her a moment to realize someone was even talking to her, the girl was often in her own world. “oh. hm, let’s see,” she gave a quick glance around, not spotting it. until it dawned on her to move her bag from the chair next to her, revealing the phone underneath, picking it up she offered it to him, “you’re in luck.”