#thefvrious

this wasn't the circumstance that he'd wanted to invite the other over to his place. after the day they'd spent together after sending his lonely texts, things had looked... better for the two of them. still, there was work to be done, problems to mend, places that he'd need to bend if they wanted things to work. "i mean, d," he breathed, reading over the email from their son's teacher. the kid had gotten himself into trouble, copping a crappy attitude to start, before walking out of the classroom in anger. "you think this is because of our dinner the other night?"

it must've been confusing, watching his parents come together like they'd never parted, only for the happy bubble of bliss to pop. the accountant leaned back in his chair and looked toward the other, worry written into the crease above his brows. "should we talk to him together? or is this something you handle?" between the two of them, dion was more equipped for such heavy topics. he was kind, patient, and by comparison, less likely to make things worse.

large screens spread around the bar played various athletic events — hockey, college basketball, and a rerun of spring training for the mariners, but the only thing arlo cared about was the sea of people that had spilled into the bar for drinks and good times. he weaved the crowd, checking in on new faces and greeting those familiar smiles with the same boyish charm he always did.

some people recognized him as the athlete he'd once been, others looked at him like he was nothing more than a man. most nights he preferred the latter, but some nights, arlo found himself craving a couple of more seconds back on home ice. just one more game between the pipes, one more sixty-minute haul in the crease.

"excuse me," he greeted, his brown orbs landing on a group of women he was certain he hadn't seen before. he was good with faces, even better with smiles, and he knew for a fact that crooked grin shooting back at him was one he didn't recognize. "do i know you from somewhere?"

he focused in on the blonde, the one who's raspy laugh had pulled him out of his own head and in their direction. "you're..." he trailed off, like her name was going to come to him if he dragged it out long enough. it wouldn't, but he hoped like hell she'd fill the silence with the letters he was looking for.

I'll spoil you and give you three headcanons!

Leia: Incredibly organized. She spends the first day of every month, planning her calendar out and she keeps a meticulous planner that she keeps in her purse. Everything in her space is organized but, don't worry, it's not sterile or overly clean. Everything has it's place and she loves cleaning and organizing, but overall her home is a welcome space.

Kirk: Favorite food is chicken parmigiana. He'll eat it any way it comes, but he especially likes when it comes as a hero. He eats one at least once a week, usually as a way to grab some protein and carbs before the gym. He always has the ingredients to make it too.