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@justscarlett

It was good that he’d been able to focus on work the last few days, falling into bed too exhausted for deep thought after days that dragged and short but cute calls to Candice and Zan. As it were, he still didn’t know how to approach ... the thing. With Chris. It was like a fucking juxtaposition between the fight and a declaration of love (fuck, Chris loved him? Did he still? Fuck, Stan, you’re fucking it up) that Seb so far had no idea how to ... “Dammit,” he muttered, not for the first time shoving the thoughts aside and instead double-checking the diaper bag before strapping Zan to his chest. Catching up with Scar, definitely a lot better than musing about things he didn’t know how to change. And yes, he knew that tonight at the latest there would be some sort of confrontation but ... but right now it was morning and he hadn’t seen his son in three days which was a first in the kid’s life, so he felt entirely justified in focusing bonding with him again. 

@justscarlett

Loud music - check. Hot towners with their eyes glued to her ass - check. Partner in crime - check. More drinks than she could remember? - definitely check. Her skin was tingly in that drunk sort of way, she was sweating lightly from at least thirty minutes on the dance floor, grinding with random guys for a few minutes before shaking them off and finding Scarlett again and she felt sooo good. Who needed baby puke and soft, caressing kisses when they could have this? Definitely not Emmy. 

“Is it just me, or is there like, a loot of hot guys out tonight?” Emmy grinned while shouting over the music into Scarlett’s ear, tipping forward a little too much and nearly diving her nose into the woman’s ear. Ha, funny. Nose drilling. “Which one do you want?”