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richie was really not the guy to ask people to stay late and talk. usually, he was the type to air his grievances by yelling them out, or ask a question in a small passing moment if he needed to. but this shit is like, important and whatever. so he's trying to be proactive. every second counts. maybe if someone had done this with mikey...

(he's not gonna let himself think about that. mikey wouldn't even have allowed it.)

This had become something of a happy hobby for the three of them ; bar hopping to hopeless places, praying for some fountain of fun to feast on, submerging into the deep, distracting darkness and dancing lights as dawn loomed over them with scholarly deadlines.

But instead of a trio ( Shaozu and Ming actually cared about graduating - ), the tall figure stood solo tonight, striding into the bar with brisk steps and noting the absence of the so called ' security ' guard that made for a miserable bouncer. Leather jacket shrugged off and lean shoulders revealed, Tahno should be no surprise with his usual black and see through get up, cheeky side smile included as he saddled up to the bar, smoothly slipping into the high top seat and placing both his elbows on the counter.

" Did I ever tell you I like your eyes? "

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Because those blue eyes weren't gazing at Quin ; there's a gap growing between them. A gigantic hole that Red regrets digging in the first place. Red's starting to get a firm grip on his future while Quin quietly refuses to quit what is killing him.

( Red can't keep watching Quin wilt away and walk towards his own grave. )

So he reverts back to what made their love ring so brightly back in the day, and what has now become an unnatural anger causes grit in Red's voice.

she stifles a laugh into her hand and hopes none of the other customers see it. he's the type of guy that's so hyperaware of himself [ yet so clueless, ] that it's almost endearing. and he must really think he's doing something by sitting in the front row and winking like that, so calamity gracefully spins off the pole she's on and struts to the other end of the stage to greet him. [ there's another dancer with eyes on him blocking her path . . . so she yanks her hair to pull her to the side, out of the way. ]

❝   look what the cat dragged in . . . ❞ she allows herself to be tall for a moment before crouching down to be closer to him. the smirk on her face is a curious one. there's a mind game going on in the middle of the club and no one else has a clue. what an exciting prospect.

@sndrps sent a thing!!

Regret grips at his throat and it's hard for Red to repress the growl.