#revanschris

thud! thud! thud! thud!

Scrunching his face against the light streaming in through the curtains, Sebastian smacked his lips together in an attempt to find some moisture left in his dry mouth. He felt awful, the incessant pounding of his pulse in his head making him curl onto his side, groaning, and pray for another few hours of sleep. 

thud! thud! thud! thud!

The night before had been the premiere of the latest Captain America movie, and after sleeping too long during an afternoon nap - and subsequently being left behind at the hotel by Chris - the evening had turned from a work event into a night of mayhem once he and his co-star were let loose on LA.

thud! thud! thud! thud!

Cracking open one eye, Sebastian realized he was face down, still in his Prada suit pants, bare chest and feet, on the carpet, unsure of how he got there - or where there was. Rubbing a large palm over his face, he groaned a drawn out, “fuuuck,” and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. 

greet the other in a hug: BOTH.

pick the other up when they’re too drunk to drive: CHRIS.

show up at the other’s house when they’re sick: STEF.

live the perfect suburbia lifestyle: STEF.

suggest physical activity to bust boredom: CHRIS.

drive when they go out together: CHRIS.

get along well with children: BOTH.

would make the first move from friends to more: STEF chris can’t be trusted with those fake dates

cry during a particularly sad chick flick: CHRIS.

buy a present for the other to use it themselves: STEF.

bring the other breakfast in bed: BOTH.

remember the important dates in a friendship: STEF.

end up in prison at some point in their lives: STEF.

drag the other out for drunk karaoke: STEF.

start a food fight… in public: NEITHER.

pick a fight just because they are in a bad mood: NEITHER.

lie when asked for an opinion to spare feelings: BOTH.

pull the other one out onto the dance floor: STEF.

need help opening a jar (or soda bottle): STEF.

dare the other to eat something absolutely disgusting: CHRIS.

forget their wallet at lunch or dinner. oops: NEITHER.

cheat while playing strip poker: CHRIS.

Sebastian slid into a booth near the back of the resort bar, more for worry of Chris being noticed than himself, tossing his phone and wallet on the table and checked his watch. He was only a few minutes late, and thankfully arrived before Chris so he could take a few calming breaths after rushing out of his cabin after oversleeping from his post slope afternoon nap. He was, truly, really excited about seeing Chris, especially without a huge budget project and early call times looming over their attempts to socialize off-set. However, he was a little nervous his friend would get bored of just talking and drag him into some sort of all-in, massive group of people drinking and shouting loudly in the bar. Sebastian wasn’t quite sure if he could compete for attention in that kind of setting, both from Chris or the flocks of women he seemed to attract.

Okay, I’m pretty sure I’ve got more than three things, but these were my favorites, so here goes;

The fact you have a love for all things musical and theater; singing and tap dancing are definitely up there, and it’s so great you openly enjoy those things.

You have an amazing sense of humor, and know how to laugh with other people, and at yourself. The fact you don’t take yourself too seriously is for sure, refreshing.

Even with all of your success, you’re still very much a family man, and aren’t afraid to get stuck in with get togethers, especially with your little nephew; I DON’T WIKE IT!

Other points also included;

The hot bod

The dramatic laughter

Stana was on the phone with Nathan, sorting out scheduling for later this summer when they would be back in LA together. The whole cast and most of the crew had decided to get together right before the first day, prepare something for the new show runners as a “welcome to the madhouse” type of initiation. She had her arms full with three new Bikinis that she needed to try after a certain someone had gotten a little too creative with getting her out of it two days ago.

“No, Nathan, it’ll work out, trust me. You’re the last person I’m calling, because I know you’re out of the country until basically the day off, but you told me two week’s ago that you’d be back in AMERICA!” 

The last was said in a yelp and Nathan all but cursed at her over the phone about volume. Stana, however, didn‘t care, because in front of her? Chris Evans, pretty much in all his glory.

While most people would have avoided the male section of the fitting rooms, Stefani had decided to break the rules and actually follow someone inside of the area and that person was none other than Chris Evans himself. It was a spur of the moment decision when she saw him through one of the store and decided to go inside to, well, essentially fuck with his mind. She would have hoped that their friendship was still strong enough to stand her messing with him every now and then —— especially considering the two of them slept together. 

Whoever had come up with the idea of a 24 hour marathon dance really deserved to be shot. Stana had wanted to take part - of course, competition always gave her adrenalin kicks. But she had managed to sprain her ankle a few days before and so she was out. Or, well, out was pushing it.

Actually, she was sitting on the side lines, cheering on her friends still in the race (only 5 couples left at this point) - except that cheering on was definitely pushing it. It was 3am, there were still 6 hours to go and Stana was tired. So ... so .... soo .. tired ...

The next thing she was aware off was a strong shoulder and a garish green t-shirt.