#solobrew

“char.” he calls out. having just gotten back from his work out at the gym he throws his bag down by the door and collapses on the couch. “come give me love, i have exciting news.” exciting for him, probably gut wrenching for her. he had just gotten news that he had a fight with an undefeated fighter, one who has won all of his fights by knock out. lewis smiles seeing the brunette as he holds his arms open. 

he might just be a little bit upset with olivia, not that she’d notice it though. they’re too similar in their stubbornness, hence why he hadn’t bothered to engage in a conversation with her all day. ‘ will you ask her if she still wants to go out to dinner tonight ? ’  he asked the other, giving a pointed glance in the blonde’s direction.

the past few days had blurred into a haze for him, unable to tell apart the days and nights that dragged on due to his own self inflicted stupor. he’d never expected to fall the way he did, utterly and completely until he felt like something inside of him had purpose; and to have it ripped away from him just for birgit’s own cruel enjoyment had... left theo stunned, to say the least. knowing she was just a few doors down from him drove him crazy, his own anger and frustration begging to be put at ease through whatever he could lay his hands on. it was in that state that he saw her, with the taste of prescription pills still in the back of his tongue and a drink in hand, unable to look at birgit with anything but despise. “how does it feel? to know nobody wants you?” it was the first thing he’d said to her ever since what happened, and by the way he was raising his voice, it was clear theo had a lot to unload. “i mean, that’s why you had to do it, right? because you couldn’t stand that somebody would want me and you’d be left to be miserable on your own.”

The sound of a new voice stilled the tapping of her thumbs against the screen of her phone. Normally she was honed in the act of ignoring a stranger’s voice, however the proximity and nature of the conversation raised a brow. “It’s cute how you think I would wait this long for a man.” Bigit nudges the glass closer towards his end of the bar. “Bourbon and coke on ice.”

Warren didn’t miss a beat before lifting his shoulders. “Last I checked, jerk wasn’t gender-exclusive,” he pointed out. Sure, most of the women who came in here, sat at the bar, and then proceeded to check their phones a little too often… were waiting for men. But just because something had usually proven true, didn’t mean it always would. Still, he moved to make her another drink in a fresh glass, coming back with the exact same attitude. “So, are you gonna tell me about them… or do I need to pass my time somewhere else?”