#redo.start

“i've been back for not even twenty-four hours and my car has already been keyed by some chick i fucked senior year. however, she was kind enough to leave me a note and explain her reasoning. apparently, i fucked her and her sister and never called either of them back... at this point, i don’t know whether to be concerned or flattered by the fact that i’ve apparently been on her mind for the past ten years. i mean, is it weird that i’m slightly turned on?”

brady had been wandering around the conference room for quite some time as he quietly took in the scene around him. it was fairly obvious as he scanned across the room that just about every females, and even some males, eyes were on him. he took a sip of his drink as he tried to hide his smirk with the glass. he loved the affect he had on these women. even after ten years, with most of them married and having families of their own, they were still ready to lay down for him at a moment’s notice. he had even been approached by a few of them earlier in the night, the flashy wedding bands of some catching his eye as they spoke. one had offered to go blow him in the bathroom as her husband stood across the room, downing shot after shot at the bar. brady chuckled at the thought before making his way over to the bar himself, gesturing to the bartender for two shots of tequila before sliding one of the shot glasses over to the person standing beside him. “you look like you could use one of these. to reunions.” he toasted before downing his drink. “y’know, i think we’re gonna need a lot more of these if we want to make it through this thing unscathed.”

Elliot exhaled slowly, staring down the entrance of the reunion with a furrowed brow. He wondered if he’d be labeled a coward if he left now, though he also wondered if he truly gave a shit about what people called him. He’d started off earlier that night, spending a couple of hours at the town bar, gathering the courage to be back here, to play the part again, to put the mask back on, but it was already taking a toll on him. 

wally had already managed to get someone from his past to punch him, and it hadn’t even been his fault. one of the hotel staff saw that he had been pestered and thankfully didn’t kick him out. this wouldn’t be the first time he’d been kicked out of a place for being pestered, he was usually the one that got the terrible end of the stick.

As the breeze swayed the trees behind the football field, Elliot drew his coat tighter around him, replaying moments from his adolescence in his head. It was late, and maybe a little creepy that he, a grown man was wandering the grounds of his old high school in the dead of night but after hours of tossing and turning, this was the only place he could think of to come. 

Wally already dreaded come back to town, and it didn’t help that his parents already got into an argument with him not even 20 minutes into walking into the door. They were angry about him having alcohol on his breath - courtesy of the airport bar and an elderly gentleman who saw Wally on grindr and decided to shot an already missing shot.