The announcement of a death at an event where the very few people you cared about were in attendance was quite unsettling, Ronan discovered. He blamed that anxiousness for why it took him so long to realize people were gawking at him, more than they usually did. It made sense, really. The manor of death had yet to be revealed, and with everything that had been happening recently, it was only natural that somebody with blood on their shirt would draw attention. What an unfortunate night to get punched in the nose by an angry boyfriend. “Throw this on me, would you, Mags?” Ronan thrust the coca-cola flavored slurpee he quickly bought into her hands. “Bring our relationship full circle. I know you’re still pissed about that time I dumped my smoothe on you and stole that man’s car.” @maglaws
