#* charlie

It wasn't a common occurrence - usually, annoyance settled beneath her skin and stayed there, simmering away but tonight, with the breath of intoxication it seeped out rather quickly upon spotting Charlie making his way up the stairs., However short she might have claimed her legs to me, she was agile - maneuvering her way, ducking and weaving around other people and him until she stopped directly in front of him, blocking his way. "So is it you, or Tiff?" She snapped adamantly, "Which one of you has or has hidden Em's medication?"

"I know you're probably like," Ela started with a characteristically smile blossoming on her features as she approached Charlie, curling an arm around his waist, "on the hunt, or whatever it is you do at Weddings." It felt like they'd attended more than enough throughout the years for Ela to know one of her closest friends' motives, however immune to them she was. "but, think you can spare half an hour for little ol' me, Char?"

"Oh come on, it's not like it's one of those haunted house things or anything," though somehow, she knew it didn't make it any less creepy, all things considered. "The deal was that we'd both go and I'm pretty sure you agreeing to that means..-- you go first." The grin that appeared on her features one that carried mischief with it - somehow, ending up hanging out with Charlie wasn't so bad, but truth be told, she was more concerned about him than anything in their past at the moment. "Don't be a pussy."

Brielle: if you need anything, call me.

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There were few people that saw a side to him that went beyond stoicism and bloodtrails, unfortunately — Luca had been little more than a sucker whenever Charlie had first decided to pluck him out of a crowded room and laso him into feeling some kind of brotherly connection. Damn that man and his crocs. Now, with the shotglasses settled between them like poker chips, Luca slid another in the opposite direction, the quiet clink of glass on glass settling in as if it was meant to be there, peeling a loud breath of a laugh from him, "Ha! I told you, it's in the wrist." innuendo, a given, "It's your turn to steal the mic from the MC."

"That is very clearly pink, and that one is salmon. I know you know the difference, Charlie." The two shirts he held up, the blank stare she offered him unyielding despite the fact that she'd asked to come around. To do anything, or nothing at all. "So is this like, an actual date or your idea of a date? Didn't Carmen only leave like the comfort of your bed like.. sixteen hours ago?" None of it was all too shocking for her, but she couldn't help but wonder if he was growing tired of it all. Or maybe that was simply her own deflated mood. "Are you even going to remember this ones name?"

"Do you.." She started, unable to hold in the blossom of laughter that touched the edge of her tongue, "Do you hear yourself, like..-- when you speak?" More specifically, when he turned the charm right up and tried to put the moves on someone like the redhead who'd just said she'd call when she was too afraid to spend the night alone. For all the years she'd known him, he'd never cease to amaze her in the lengths he'd go - each of his lines and moves memorized purely for the number of times she's witnessed him put them into play. It wasn't something she shamed him for - if it worked, it worked. "Surely by now, they've put out an fyi for all newcomers. A welcome package or something with a warning about you being an absolute scoundrel."