#liam01

Phoebe knew it was a condition of her release to perform a certain amount of hours of community service, but the idea of actually having to do just that was mind-numbing to the blonde. There were so many better things on her to-do list, including (but not limited to) making up to Theo and the others by taking on some relatively simple debt collection outside of the Casino until the day it was deemed ‘okay’ for her to return without threat of interfering with her bail. 

Her father had done a great deal to ensure she wasn’t locked up as long as she technically should have been, his money having a great reach even all the way up in the north of Scotland and Phoebe was glad to know she still had her father wrapped around her little finger. Exactly where a man should be. He hadn’t even batted an eyelid when she had asked her lawyer to ring him, thankful that he still had a line to his daughter after everything they’d been through together. She may not want to be associated with him and his family name, but Phoebe was more than happy to use their wealth to her advantage. 

It was said wealth that had taken her to the bar that night, having found a connection in the police force who was more than happy to bend a few rules for a good price. They would usually meet in a cafe or at the park, just as two ordinary citizens who happened to bump into one another. Phoebe would slip Liam an envelope of cash and he would sign off on her weekly community service hours -- without her having to do them, of course. 

On this occasion, the blonde had been late at work, trying to fix all the filing cabinets back to her preferences when she had realised she wouldn’t make it to the park on time. Instead she had asked Liam to meet her in the bar down the road from her office, it would be far more convenient for her if he came her way this time. And she could enjoy a drink. Two birds, as the saying went. 

She sat herself down at the bar, in the corner away from prying eyes and ordered herself a dink, slipping her card over the counter so a tab could be started as Phoebe waited for the fuzz to show up. Hopefully he would know better than to show up in his work attire. 

Noor was coming back to campus, arms full of shopping bags when she spotted Liam. She didn’t know the male well - or, at all, really - but she had bought some amazing menswear pieces, and she needed someone to wear them. She just...hadn’t been able to resist, so of course she had grabbed them all. Worst comes to worst, she’d use Carew to dress up, but did he even really deserve that? And Liam definitely looked like he would look cute in some of the things she had gotten so....why not? “Hey, you,” Noor chirped, loudly enough to catch his attention, a smile on her face as he looked her way. “What size do you wear? Shirt, pants, shoes? These Tom Ford boots I got would look perfect on you. With your....style. If that’s what you can call it.” 

On a mission to hide from his husband or anyone who could lecture him about his bruised ankle, Harry thought the pound could be a nice spot. Or at least it was his plan until he spotted someone already on the bench. Too bad. Ready to leave and try somewhere else, Harry stopped himself when his Irish radar activated itself. No way. No way it was what he thought it was. He couldn't just leave now, he had to ask if he wanted to not ponder the question the rest of the week. Walking closer, he stopped when the man noticed him. "Hi, sorry, is it what I think it is?" He asked, a finger pointing to the beer, rushing the polite part of his sentence to focus on the priorities.

Spending a long weekend for Valentine's Day with his spouse had been exactly what Oli had needed to do in order to reconnect and relax. He was never one to only have one thing going on in his life, but Valentine's Day weekend had been important to his partner, so he'd made sure to make it important to him as well. The cabin had been lovely, but he was keen to get back to Half Moon Bay to catch up with his friends. As he wandered down the foot path, he spotted his favourite cafe and decided to stop in for a coffee (and perhaps one of those pastries the American's called 'bear claws').

Thankfully as he placed his order he spotted a familiar face in Liam and approached him from behind, hoping he was at least able to make the other man jump, "Hiya Mate...!" he grinned, jabbing a finger into Liam's side, "How was your weekend? Y'get lucky?"

On the ground for a moment, he wheezed before getting to his feet to seeing someone else step in on his behalf. "All good... Don't mind me." He wheezed.

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