#* dutch

"This can't be our first one, Dutch." Brielle spoke in a wayward threat as she rounded the chair with some effort, sipping down the drink in her hand with some difficult as she did. "There's not a wedding we've been to where we haven't torn up the dancefloor at least once." In truth, it felt like far too long since she'd seen him - and finding him in the crowd now felt like a good enough reason to fix that problem. A hand slipped over his shoulder as she leaned in against him to furl fingertips into the material of his shirt with a slight tug, "Kit and Ajay would never forgive us if we didn't."

"I don't even want to know what you've been living off of for the past five days. All I know is that I haven't had a proper meal in a few days and I couldn't be more fucking excited for something that doesn't come from a vending machine." As adult as he might claim to be, she knew him far better than that. For years, she'd watched Dutch figure his way through life and though there wasn't anyone else she could be prouder of, she knew that there were some aspects that.. he fell a little short in. All they'd done was order in - the idea of cooking anything truly made her head spin, but she'd promised, after the ER slowed down a little, they'd have their usual night in. "Also - I'm impressed, I was so sure you'd have drank all the beer by now"