where: pax's place, for his birthday house party

Drink in hand and with a sway about him that made it suspect that it was far from his first drink of the night, Ziggy's other hand land's on the birthday boy's shoulder to get his attention, bleary-eyed but happy to be there as he speaks.

"Man, do you know how much I love you?" He asks, looking at him over his thick-rimmed black glasses that he had donned for his costume. His magnifying glass had already been stolen, and he felt oddly warm from the waist up in his orange turtle neck but cold from the waist down in his red skirt.

where: four leaf, 7pm on a wednesday

Sat in a booth with a half-drained beer, Buddy does his best to mentally prepare for whatever possible emotions might be evoked from sitting across his ex voluntarily for the first time in months. The beer mat in his hand is stood on it's edge in his grip, tapping it absently against the surface of the table as he tries his best to not drink the rest of his drink in haste.