#lucywrites

“okay, so i won’t even get into detail on how you made this whole situation unbelievably easy to happen, just wanna say -- i am...sorry...” she looks around, pulling her robe tighter as she signals to the room delivery man that now is not the right time for him to bring in the shrimp and caviar. a smile, but she was slightly worried. not that she had to be. she could take him, based on her estimates. “well, there -- i said it, not sure what more you want.” 

it  was  all  quite  embarrassing  really,  he’d  been  at  a  gig  with  his  band  (  a  great  night,  things  were  looking  on  the  upside  for  them  ),  and  had  gotten  a  little  too  rowdy  with  the  crowd  afterwards.  and  with  one  too  many  drinks  in  his  system,  this  was  a  recipe  for  disaster  in  felix’s  case.  currently  in  the  emergency  room,  arm  in  a  cast  and  stitches  for  the  cut  on  his  forehead,  the  whole  situation  was  quite  laughable  really.  and  very  typical,  but  really,  who  knew  that  dancing  upon  a  table  and  then  falling  off  said  table  would  result  in  a  trip  to  the  hospital  ?  and  as  stupid  as  he  already  feels,  those  feelings  only  heighten  when  his  ex-girlfriend  walks  into  his  cubicle.  “  --  what  the  fuck  are  you  doing  here  ??  ”

   finn had always been a morning person, getting up before most to go for a run, and that didn’t change when he stayed with lucas   —   having just got back and making himself a drink when the soft sound of footsteps alerted him to the fact he was  no longer  the only one awake.  brown eyes pull up the newcomer in the kitchen,  knowing just how much he shouldn’t be feeling  glad  that it’s alek  ...  with still tried features, and messy hair, and a load of other things that finn   shouldn’t   be noticing about his best friend’s brother. so he pushes them all very quickly aside.    “   morning sunshine  —    ”   he teases instead, lips turning up to a smile as fingers rack absently back through messy,  post-run hair locks to push them from before his features.   “   you want anything?   tea,  a coffee...   ”   a hand raises with the mug he’d just made or himself as if to prove its quality, arms coming back down to cross upon the counter in front of him as he props himself forwards just a little to lean against it.   “   or  i can make some mean pancakes  —  very few guys get them, only the special ones... if you know where your family keeps the flour,  that is,  can never find it here.  ”  he adds the last part quickly,  for good measure  with a small clear of his throat that doesn’t quite prevent brown eyes from raising  back  to the other male with his own cheerful smile.    

“  mind  telling  your  girlfriend  she  doesn’t  live  here,  ”  she  quips,  a  handful  of  her  belongings  tucked  in  her  elbow,  walking  around  the  living  room  as  she  collects  her  stray belongings.  “  i  don’t  need  to  know  her  cup  size, ”  she  holds  her  bra  strap  between  two  fingers,  tossing  it  into  the  pile.  “  or  the  areas  you’ve  had  sex  in  here. ”  another  article  of  clothing  in  front  of  the  windowsill.  “  all  i  know,  is  she  needs  to  learn  to  clean  up  after  herself,  pitch  in  rent,  or  go  the  fuck  home. ”  the  irritation  growing  in  her  voice,  dropping  the  pile  of  the  other’s  belongings  at  their feet.  “  actually  don’t  even  ask  her  for  rent,  i  might  just  move  out  if  she  stays. ”  maybe  it  was  jealousy,  the  reason  for  her  resentment  of  the  femme,  regardless ,  she’d  made  her  stance  clear on  where  she  stood  in  regards  to  the  other.

      miller didn’t gamble — the action felt like an attempt to encourage unwanted fate of loss, regardless of skill or riches. he had no intention of visiting the casino during their stay and merely wished to reside at the hotel’s bar. on his journey, he noticed a familiar figure in the distance, instead, travelling down the adjacent steps and towards the brunette. the male found herself gravitating towards her on occasion, against the rational fear in his mind, phrenic conception circulating as he quickened the pace of his steps to follow after her, his longer strides serving as an advantage. " sinclair ! ” miller called out, unashamed of the volume of his voice, approaching josie stood at a slot machine. a coy smile lingers over her lips, maintaining a small silence as he took in her features. “ you’re avoidin’ me, aren’t you ? ” miller refuses to miss a beat before making sure to tease jo, mentally playing his own betting game of: how long will it take for josie to storm off in the opposite direction? “ haven’t seen you since we checked in. ” he asks, only speaking loud enough to be heard above the casino ambience. “ or, perhaps, you can’t trust yourself ‘round me. ” he pauses to lean against the machine between them. “ probably the latter. ”

HANNA: do u think i could be one of those tell me something i don’t know memes HANNA: i wonder what fun facts people would tell me