#past!thread

Noah hadn’t exactly expected his first conversation with Dakota to turn flirtatious so quickly but he shouldn’t really be surprised. The two had already downed a few drinks and from this interaction alone, he could tell that neither of them were the type of people to mince words; rather actively go after what they wanted. Although this hadn’t been his plan for the night, he certainly wasn’t complaining. “And here I was, thinking you’d be able to keep up but it seems like you’re starting to fall behind”, Noah teased, gesturing at his half-empty glass before pointing at her nearly full one.

After their sort-of-date at the diner, Lola had spent a lot of time thinking about whether or not she should show up at one of Ollie’s games like they had discussed. The rational side of her brain told her not to bother, that she should keep her distance so that she didn’t wind up getting hurt; but on the day of the game, she decided to throw caution to the wind. It was easy to get a hold of a jersey with his number on it (seriously, it was amazing what money and connections could get you) and after spending an embarrassing amount of time braiding her hair and perfecting her makeup, she found herself at Ollie’s game, cheering him on from the stands. They easily won and Lola found herself pushing through the crowds of people so that she could approach him on the field. “You played so well, congratulations!” she called as soon as he was close enough to see and hear her.

It was a surprisingly quiet night at Mars Bar and Noah was busying himself with cleaning glasses as there were only a couple of customers in the venue that needed to be served. He glanced up in surprise when he saw a familiar face enter the bar and take one of the empty bar stools; he couldn’t recall having seen Ezra in the bar before and he was definitely surprised to see him now, especially when their relationship had been a little antagonistic in the past. “Want something to drink?” he asked, smiling tentatively at Ezra but bracing himself for the possibility that the other man would shut him down and walk straight back out again.

It was one of their first parties as fully-fledged members of Delta Psi and it had been a fucking amazing night. The party was starting to wind down though, with only a few stragglers who were too drunk to find their way home remaining downstairs. Noah made his way upstairs to the bedrooms and let himself into Ryder’s room, which was unlocked as it always was. Ryder was sprawled on the bed and Noah couldn’t help but smile widely as he made his way over to the bed too, making himself comfortable next to his best friend. “How fucking brilliant was that?” he asked excitedly. “I’m going to feel like shit tomorrow but right now, I feel like I’m untouchable”.

Faye tried to contain her laughter, but failed, miserably. The sight of her travelling partner, tangled up into what seemed to be a blanket burrito made the giggles burst out of her, especially after the cry for help. 

The brunette set the food she brought down on the table, shaking her head, "What were you doing?" 

"Uh, what?" Faye walked from one side of her hotel room to the other out of habit. Brows furrowing as she looked at the Castelia City skyscrapers and listened to her father on the phone. 

"I don't need anything though, I'm fine, I just-Wait, the package is not for me?" She paused, fingers tapping at the glass as her father answered her through the phone. "Okay then what is it? .... Come on Dad, just tell me. A surprise? Hrrrrm... Fine, fine. So who do I have to contact again? Ezri..?" 

Marcel quickly relayed the contact details afterwards, rushing towards the end as something in the background started calling his attention, saying their good byes before quickly hanging up. 

The brunette stared at the number she was supposed to call in order to receive the package her father had sent with them. She wondered what it was, since he was keeping it such a secret, but pushed the thoughts away when the phone was answered, "Hello? Am I speaking with Ezri?"

"Fifteen minutes, you said."

Hurriedly striding down the narrow passageway, John once again consulted his wrist-watch and huffed a sigh of complaint. No matter how hard he urged Sherlock, he had simply refused to make any haste. Taking as long as he pleased in the bathroom, fussing about over his shirts, completely calm as they began to cut the minutes by too finely - and then he had the utter cheek to tell John to hurry up!

/I was ready before you even knew what you were going to put on, for god's sake./