#deepinthedarkworld

Jamie showed up at her place with his heart beating a little too fast and his gut twisting with nerves he didn’t care to admit. He knew her boyfriend was inside—that was exactly why he hadn’t dared press the buzzer and announce himself like some idiot trying to start trouble. Instead, he’d sent a quick, quiet text, keeping things discreet, just like they always had to be lately. The blonde stood just outside her door, adjusting the brim of his cap with a restless flick of his fingers, trying to look casual even though the tight set of his jaw betrayed him. He rocked slightly on his heels, then started tapping his foot against the floor. His eyes flicked toward the door again, willing it to open. “Come on, answer,” he muttered under his breath, the words low, tight, barely more than a whisper—but full of everything he wasn’t allowed to say out loud.

They had gone their separate ways which is why they decided to get a cabin in the first place to get the band back together. Most everyone had gone to bed early with all the spiked drinks they had enjoyed around the fire but Roman liked keeping his wits about himself so he hadn’t gone as hard as the others. “Hey, what are you still doing up hm?” No one was going anywhere it was cold as fuck out, and there was nearly ten inches at the door already, surely they’d be stuck inside for a day or two until they dug out. “Want me to put more logs into the fire for you or what?” He offered kindly, he also wondered when the hell she had grown up.

The year was coming to an end and with that came holiday parties to celebrate. Plenty of people from the office brought their significant others to join them in the office cheer. There was a punch bowl with plenty of booze and a boom box playing workplace acceptable 20 year old rock songs. Matt had a cup in his hand and drank from it slowly as he was already feeling a buzz from his three previous drinks. Deciding to make small talk and chatter he walked up to one of his coworkers. "Hey. How's it going?" Noting how she was standing close to a man who had the posture of being her plus one to the party. The guest seemed quiet and uncomfortable, most likely due to being unfamiliar with the people around him. Making it that much easier for Matt to approach in his office casual attire, a jacket, button up shirt, slacks, luckily he left the tie at his desk so it wouldn't feel so stuffy tonight. Finally getting to let loose and have some fun.

Reid definitely hadn't been prepared for her to be there. For anyone to be there, really. No one was supposed to come in this early. He shrugged out of his leather jacket with a sigh at her question. "Depends on the question," he then answered - as honest as he could possibly be with her. Discarding his jacket on a nearby table, he moved past her towards the bar. No rush getting cleaned up now, right? Grabbing a bottle of top shelf vodka and a glass, he poured himself a couple fingers of the clear liquid. "What're you doing here this early anyway?"