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F E L I Z   N A V I D A D . . .

                                                               from the shores of Miami 😘

Alcohol lost its fun a long time ago, and even more so after his relapse. It wouldn’t be hard to ease back into sobriety, his life seemed to be on the upward even of the incline was minuscule except these kinds of things never ended there, never with an and always a but. An obstacle of some sort. For this, the barrier was Ethan himself. Stopping his own progress for the sake of his own needs. The need was to quieten his head for some semblance of peace and sleep. 

His feet carried themselves to the bar, and before he knew it, he was already two drinks down and chatting away with the bartender when his peripherals caught a familiar sight. And before he had the forethought to consider, he walks over, a smile on his face, "You're Wolfe, right?" he asks but it's redundant, being a fan of his music helped in identifying the man with ease but something about not wanting to come off as a creep had him question regardless, "I'm Ethan...from the wedding turned disaster. What brings you back to town?”

“What do you think of this?” Sage asked, holding up a t-shirt with the image of waves crashing against a beach on it. Across the shirt were the words Catalina Island, cluing in anybody who didn’t immediately recognize the island from the image. “Do you think this is tacky enough to send to my siblings?” Sage wanted something that just scream tourist. and this seemed to fit the bill. “Or should I toss in a postcard from the museum’s gift shop too?” Sage’s goal was to entice their brother and sister to the island so that they would both have the chance to meet Evie.

While the options on Catalina Island left much to be desired, Aly loved to shop. She’d taken to jumping on the Ferry for LA when her addiction hit, but with the boat out of commission her choices were few and far between. The shopping center in Avalon certainly had enough store fronts, although few to her tastes. She’d been a designer baby since birth with a particular eye for what was new and next in fashion. Not just anything would do. Her preferences could make for awful company to anyone looking to make the trip a quick one. Today she’d brought along a new friend. One she’d met by happenstance at a wedding she’d crashed, although it turned out she wasn’t the only one who would crash the wedding.

"Where you there when the guy showed up?” Aly had only heard about what happened. She and her wedding date ditched early to canoodle back at his place. “I heard he went totally ballistic. Dumped a bottle of champagne on a cop.” Picky fingers coasted the length of a rack as Aly made casual conversation. This store seemed more promising than the last few, but she was still being choosy. “After he set fire to half the island, no less. Kind of surprised no one died. It’s totally wild, I think. Which is saying something, you know.” Her hand made pause over a dress, like she was going to pick it up.  “I grew up in Miami then spent a decade living in Chicago. The murder capitol.” She then laughed, sort of dryly. “I didn’t think Catalina Island would be a dangerous place in comparison, but...” 

Earlier in the night Aly took a seat at a random table to talk to a pretty blonde girl from her yoga glass but stayed for the conversation. They were an oddly paired group but after almost everyone had indulged in the wedding wine everything was funny. “Is this guy a comedian?” Her inquiry was cast upon a man whose name she hadn’t caught but who looked oddly familiar. Where had she seen him before? An alcohol fuzzy brain couldn’t place him at first.

The beach is vacant aside from the two of them, both lying in the sand, eyes upward to the darkened sky. Waves quietly licking the shore fills the air with a subtle sound and the smell of salt water. Jack basks in it, happy to count stars to rid of his thoughts. He attempts to regulate them or to catch them off guard by easing them in the way animal tamers do to a wild lion. Really, they’re less consuming thanks to his new medication, but heartbreak seems to be a lingering emotion, surpassing all efforts of defeat.

“I thought I’d be over the whole breakup thing by now,” Jack says, breaking the comfortable silence that brews between them. One hand reaches out to his side, plucking some almonds out of the little snack bag he brought. The singer pops them in his mouth before continuing, “I mean, I’m pushing forty now. It’s kinda sad.” A sigh sounds from him then, tracing a visible constellation before looking to Wolfe. He was happy to have a friend in him, someone who understood his position of fame. Sometimes, it became jarring. Exhausting. Especially when you didn’t quite know the next move. “If your past self could see you now, would he be proud?”

Dropping off the packages off at home, and receiving a light chiding for the candy, Miles set off once more. This time though he had a reason other than frivolous spending, and the reason made extra special because for once he actually remembered his shift. Roaring his Vespa back to life again, Miles zoomed through the streets to Lafayette square, and parked in the back alley that led into Red Dragon. Glancing at his phone told him he made record time too, so he decided to pay Scoops a visit. Because why not, he had time to kill.

It was on his way out, Miles was distracted with a video that played on their phone, laughing  while walking had never ended well, and the record was maintained. A sudden thud as he rounded the corner made the phone drop to the ground with a soft thawck. Miles winced out of instinct as he bent to pick up the phone, dusting it off on the side of their jeans, thanking the stars because he hadn’t dropped the ice cream.

Facing to confront the person, Miles’s face immediately softened in recognition, blasts from the past seemed to be a thing today, huh. "Hey, I know you!” Miles said, “You’re Wolfe, right? You recognise me?”

12. Imagine that you are tasked to re-design society – what changes would you make?

“I don’t even want to have that burden on my shoulders to be honest. Because I am pretty certain that no matter what you will do, there will always be some people who have some critical remarks on you. But if I would have to decide on what changes to make in this world right now, it would definitely be a society with equal rights. No matter where you come from, how you identify yourself or for who you fall for. Everyone needs to have the same rights and definitely have the right to make decisions.”

29. If you were forced to eliminate every physical possession from your life with the exception of what could fit into a single backpack, what would you put in it?