It had been quite some time that Lucina had seen him last. That was probably even an understatement since it had been surely two years if not longer. It had been a long shot, she didn’t even know if Joaquin still used the same phone number but he had. He had let her know that he would come over and pick up his stuff like she had told him that she still had some things of him. Things that she should’ve gone rid of much sooner but she never had been able to. Breaking up with Joaquin was one of the most painful things that had happened. The small injuries during boxing were nothing compared to that. She just couldn’t bring herself to get rid of his clothes and other small items like a bottle of his perfume.

Lucina opened the door to her apartment when the doorbell had rung and when she opened the door, she directly looked in the face of the man she missed. A small smile made it’s way on her lips before she stepped aside, so he could enter her apartment. “Please, come on in. You still know where to leave your coat and shoes?”

thalia stared up at him with wide eyes. guilt for something she hadn’t even done eating away at her so bad. it was all a huge misunderstanding. he happened to catch her at the wrong time in a very compromising position with one of her colleagues and it was safe to say that he was no pleased at all. neither was she, which is why her usually chatty demeanor was replaced by a meek and humble one. she’d been sitting on the bed, just waiting for him to say something about it. the silence was torturing her, and she much rather preferred loud voices over this intense staring contest that only added to the pounding of her heart. “say something...”

A familiar face was always a sight, specially when it just so happened to be a pretty one. When Kolbe recognized patrons it usually translated to larger tips but, in this particular case, he was merely happy. They were generally nice, easy to serve. He couldn’t recall their presence ever bringing any trouble to his bar. Not thus far. But when they insisted the drinks should keep coming, he knew something was off. There’d been whispers about cheating and assholes. He should have cut them off sooner than he did and, so, when closing time came around, he had a regular costumer passed out on his counter. He could have carried them upstairs, to the flat he shared with no one but his dog - who was currently at his mother’s, but that might be... weird. His only choice was to take them home; theirs. 

That was how the young bar owner found himself dragging dead weight throughout the streets, eventually recognizing their address and helping them open the door. But as they stumbled down, he thought best ensure they made their way to bed - even in their smelly clothes and then, for some godforsaken reason, he decided to crash on the couch. 

As morning dawned, Kolbe took over the other’s kitchen, working with whatever they had in their fridge. He successfully managed some french toast, pancakes, eggs of every sort and bacon. By the time they were no longer alone, all he was missing was coffee. “Ah, look who joined the land of the living,” he teased lightly. “I bet you’ve got a killer hangover,” he deducted, already gesturing towards the water and aspirin. “I take it you slept like the dead.” @deadromantcs​

Noah couldn’t help but snort at Mac, shaking his head. “Wow, what a hard decision, how could I ever possibly choose?” He deadpanned as he asked, his finger tapping on his chin as if he was thinking hard. He may as well be asking for the black eye with his reaction, something which he knew but it didn’t stop him. He smirked over at him, brow raised. “Who is to say I’m getting just the one hickey, you can’t resist me.” He shrugged, as if the feeling wasn’t mutual.