#benxscott

“Ben,” he began, leaning forward against the table to better grab his cousin’s attention. “Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben!” he repeated. Ben might not have been ignoring him, he might just have been too preoccupied with something in his side of the kitchen to immediately give him a response, but he’d always been impatient, and he’d found that annoying people into noticing him was an effective method. Once he was sure he had the other’s attention, he continued, “When are you going back to New York?” He was, of course, asking something else entirely, that was, he was wondering if he could give him a lift to the city, but he never could figure out how to properly ask for things. @benxscott

Tired legs stretching out across the floor as he leaned back against his seat and stretched his figure, he turned to Holly beside him, his fingers mindlessly tapping along his beer bottle. “You bored yet?” It was his idea to drag her along with him, knowing that both of them needed some time away from their own routines, though now that they were sitting there, too-loud music becoming more of a nuisance at this point than anything, he was starting to regret his decision. “We could always just leave if you want.” @hollyjoyberne