#aspen.starter

A few hours later, Celeste shuffled down the path to the Aspen Creek gazebo, still feeling slightly fuzzy from last night. She’d managed to shower, find something comfortable to wear, and pull her hair under a questionable bucket hat. But the lingering headache and queasy stomach reminded her of the questionable tequila shots that had seemed like such a good idea last night.

Her friend was already there, holding out a steaming coffee. Celeste took it gratefully, sinking onto the bench beside them and wrapping her hands around the cup.

“You look better than I feel,” she muttered, taking a careful sip as the caffeine started to work its magic. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the warmth settle. After a pause, she sighed, a small, reluctant smile forming. “Tell me I didn't do anything too stupid last night?” @aspencreekextra

it's well enough known amongst friends and peers that hiro doesn't really drink. (the reason for why that is, that part isn't so well known) he pulls his old pick-up truck into park outside the building where he knows his companion might be. he arrived exactly the time he said he would when he texted that he was on the way. the car door sound ushers them into the toasty, comfortable passenger seat and he gives his likely drunk cargo a quick glance. "it's good you called. sorry for the wait." he says it nonchalantly, putting the vehicle into drive, peering out onto the road, "do you have a habit of drinking alone, or were you ditched by somebody?" there's amusement on his tone, however muted.