Isabelle couldn’t help but laugh lightly in response, “Well, you’re very adorable.” She raised her glass to him as she settled into her seat. It was quite possible she was a little tipsy. 

         The voice is quiet to his ears, pleasant. Even without opening his eyes he recognizes it, even if it would have been unknown to him even a week before, hell, a night before. ❝ Mornin’. ❞ Northem replies back in a warm scratchy tone.

         Cracking a single eye open, he can see the hint of sunlight trying to push through the nearby blinds, grateful it was being kept at bay. The room was unfamiliar though, he’d nearly forgotten he’d went home with Thomas the night before.

         He usually wasn’t the sort to overstay his welcome in situations like these, frankly, normally he would have already made himself scarce, usually people weren’t looking for someone to stay after hooking up after all. ❝ What time is it? ❞ Northem questions mostly to himself, knowing damn well he wasn’t awake enough to actually reach for his phone and check.

        while this is something that he is used to doing, he isn’t used to seeing the other coming the following morning. either he is gone or they left sometime in the night. so this is a pleasant surprise. but he could easily get used to that scratch voice of his.

        those deep hues of his drift to their form next to his own &&. there’s a smile that grows over groggy features as he moves an inch closer with gentle lips at his shoulder. he could get used to something like this though. just being close to northem seemed to make the whole world change for the better.

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Fuck, Evan swore to himself when the alarm in the store began to go off, and had already sliced open his hand breaking into the cases to grab the jewelry and bag it. Hastily, he’s wrapped his hand up with whatever he could find, already screwed because there was blood everywhere, and apparently hadn’t thought this all the way through.

'I wouldn't have said something that I wasn't planning on doing, North' Neal said quietly with a grin on his lips, taking a few moments to study the man before actually sliding into his lap.

“Why am I not being given attention like the gorgeous diamond in the rough that I am?”

         That question was one that could be heard a million times, yet somehow it still managed to amuse him. Still, seeing as the person asking was painfully easy on the eyes, he couldn’t help but indulge the question. ❝ Sometimes, yeah. Good place to drink, and do some people watching if I’m feelin’ like it. ❞

         Sitting up a bit from his slouched position at the bar, he offers a smile. ❝ You new here? Thought I knew all the bartenders that worked at this place. ❞ He probably sounded more sober than most of the patrons, he thought briefly to himself. Being what he was could be a blessing and a curse, depending on how badly he was wanting to get drunk. It did offer him a clear mind for conversation though.

         ❝ Or maybe I’ve just missed you when I came in. Kind of a misstep on my part, I’ve gotta say.  ❞

        sure that had been a overused phrase by thomas, but it worked. okay, it worked most of the times (say nine times out of ten). though it seemed to amuse the other just by a quick glance over their frame. ❝ well, that’s a good thing to hear considerin' this is my bar. &&. you’re right. people watchin' is fun here. especially near closin’ time. ❞

        deep hues continue to linger on them before a cocky smile grows over his features, leaning over the bar. ❝ not new, just used a few vacation days is all. a much as i love the place, i needed a break from here. ❞ which isn’t to say he noticed the other from before taking the few day break. vaguely so. or maybe he is just imagining things? no one would really know.