#starter: devon.

"is that really a two person job or do you just like having me around? either way — i'm happy to pitch in and help out."

"you don't have to stay. i already ruined my night by crying like a complete idiot in front of someone i barely know, i don't have to ruin the rest of yours because i can't handle one night alone."

"i don’t care what we are—friends or whatever this is—but don't treat me like an idiot. i know you guys hooked up."

"to avoid boring each other to death, we can play a game," devon suggested out the blue. the tension in the room needed a serious tone adjustment and something light-hearted could be the solution to a sliver of their problems. "we have, uh, jenga, sorry.. i'm not a huge chess player but i can be persuaded to pretend i know what i'm doing," he spoke into the shelves, standing tall to dig through their options for entertainment, shaking each box through the search.

"can i―" harlow began to speak, then devon caught his eye, looking narrowly in his direction from where he stood on the other side of the petite blonde. "i mean, can we buy you a drink?" he finished, to devon's satisfaction. he wanted to wipe the smug look off their face, while the devon just wanted the woman to glance his way. the agreement was one drink, one conversation, and whatever happens, happens. no hard feelings. whether it was the clever game of cat and mouse or finding out they're both chatting up the same person, the competitive edge of possibly wooing the prettiest girl they've ever laid eyes on possessed both men that night. (@wstfl)

"You could sit anywhere in the world, and yet you choose to sit here, close enough to drive me insane." Devon chuckled as his dark eyes locked on theirs, mix of desire and restraint swirling in their depths. "How am I supposed to behave?"