#lvciddreamt

"  i  don't  ...  "  he  had  no  answer  as  to  why  he  hadn't  changed  his  emergency  contact.  he  hadn't  really  thought  about  it,  how  he  would  have  needed  someone  new  on  there.  "  didn't  think  to  do  it,  honestly.  "  evren  shrugged,  not  having  a  better  answer  for  her,  or  willing  to  give  one  up.  "  i  don't  believe  i'm  bleeding  internally,  sorry  to  disappoint.  took  a  nasty  hit  during  practice,  think  they  were  worried  about  my  brain.  "  he  shrugged.  doctors  hadn't  so  much  talked  to  him,  more  like  they  talked  around  him  and  the  pulsing  in  his  head  made  it  hard  to  hear  anyway.  "  you  didn't  have  turn  up.  "

HE CAN'T AVOID HIM all night, though certainly not for lack of trying. enzo's aware he's being dramatic about this, creating issues where there aren't any — because eli was always allowed to leave. eli was always going to leave, this town frozen in time and left to die. it's what enzo felt like when his best friend left. « i didn't think you were coming, » he admits when he halts next to the other, not meeting his gaze. his tone is more bitter than he'd like, though he's not sure putting up a front would be effective with eli either. they know each other too well for that. knew. they knew each other, once upon a time. « i thought your whole thing was never coming back. »

« I'M NOT EVEN THAT DRUNK, » she argues, words slurring because she is in fact that drunk. still she tips her head back to down another shot, her entire body weight leaning on tim as she does so. her head tilts to the side, finding momentary rest against his chest. she knows she shouldn't, but it's hard to hold onto principles when she can't even feel her feet touching the floor or hear her thoughts over the bass thumping. « in fact, i feel like you should be drunker. »

࣪࣪࣪࣪ “ how about this ? i take care of your money problem. but in return, you must make her fall in love with you then break her heart, ” and the her she is referring to is now her ex - bestfriend. “ it will come with a hundred percent free make over by yours truly. ”

"i'll keep any live wounds far away from your...aze...lazs." his voice quietens halfway through the word, a futile attempt to disguise his struggle with pronouncing the damn thing. without another word, lips purse and he hums gently, passing her carefully and in turn, passing the threshold of her home. "thank you. can i make myself a drink?" he questions it, but it's pointless, considering his decision to stride straight to the kitchen. he knows his way around her place alright.