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Allister rolled his eyes. He was way too familiar with this whole ‘routine’ being friends with Eli, hence why he stayed when he knew he pissed the man off. When the photographer reappears from the bedroom, he rises from the couch– “Dude, c’mon, man. You know I’m sorry and didn’t mean it, alright? It’s just busy with the… kids… and shit.” He hated using the pups as an excuse but it’s not like he could tell Eli ‘oh, and by the way, I’ve been really busy lately because the gang I used to roll with is using me as their personal medic – completely disrupting my sleep cycle and life and well aware of where I work now’.

Eli keeps a straight face as he scrolls though his phone, liking a photo of a girl in a bikini immediately after some political joke. He won’t let this faze him. “No, you’re busy, I get it.” He finally looks up, then crosses his arms over his chest in a defensive manner. He’s going to really lay into him now. “But if you’re a busy person, you have to learn how to fucking manage it. Listening to me talk takes two minutes, three if I’m being an asshole. If that’s too long for you, you’re more than welcome to leave. I’ll have to start getting ready soon anyway.”

♜: Whispering dirty things into my muse’s ear

“I– I don’t know? I guess pretty freakin’ sick?” He’s distracted. Too distracted. Normally, he’d be good enough to just talk to Eli despite the distraction but today’s pretty bad. His thumbs move swiftly along his phone’s screen, typing out texts faster than he can think. He can practically feel the judgment coming off in waves from the lack of attention he’s providing. “I– Yeah, I’m sorry, dude. I know I’m being a douche–” He hastily types out another reply and sends. “–Things are just busy.” He drops his phone in his lap. If he doesn’t see the text, he doesn’t have to reply to it. Grabbing one of the throw pillows on the couch, he groans into it. “So–! J. Cole? Barclays? That’s…” Allister has never been up to date with a large variety of things but he knows well enough that J. Cole is an… artist? Singer! He’s listened to a song or two. Definitely. “You’re gonna have to take pictures though, right? Like, you can’t just watch someone and get paid to do it?” Then again, YouTube was a profession and that particular line of work paid nicely when done right.

Eli is a specimen very used to attention. He was a cute kid, a popular teen and an attractive adult; there’s always been eyes on him at some point. So the moment someone brushes him aside, when they ignore what he has to say (especially when it’s the first important thing he’s said in months), then he’s gonna get a little pissed off. “Taking pictures is second nature. I don’t have to try too hard.” he mutters, then reaches for the phone in his lap and tosses it onto the chair a couple of feet away. “And I was gonna see if you wanted to come, ‘cause that would be cool -- free show, backstage, the whole nine yards, but you’re clearly too busy. It’s fine. There’s like, ten other people I could think to invite.” with a tight-lipped smile, Eli stands (with his trail mix, of course) and walks back to his bedroom where he’ll get changed into his outfit for the night -- dark jeans and a graphic t-shirt, respectively. When he comes out to see Allister still there, he raises both brows and sits on the chair he’d tossed the phone onto earlier. “Too busy to listen to me, but not busy enough to leave, huh?”

nova watched him write his number down, her eyes glancing over to all of his friends that were distracted by other conversations to pay any attention to him. it had her thinking of an idea while she slipped the napkin into her jacket that was hung up on the wall. “okay well…why don’t you tell me about all these better restaurants…and wait for me to clean up…instead of leaving with them??” she shrugged, folding a towel that was in her hand while she looked over at him, “i mean, if you want to. or i can call you…maybe…maybe not…” her eyes were playful now, in a better mood knowing that her shift was over.

lettie: very cute  lettie: i need to stay here or my parents will kill me lettie: don’t wanna be cut off !!! lettie: then how would i afford all that lingerie you like so much !

nova didn’t want to give the guy any attention here, and plus…him saying that he wasn’t being creepy made him creepy. the thought itself made her laugh and she set down the dishes before looking at him. “you realize…saying that you’re not creepy? makes for the biggest creeper of all time, honestly.” she puts the dirty dishes on the rack for the other guy to pick it up and start the washing process. “you want to make me dinner?? the waitress…that served you drunk as hell?? sounds like a romantic start,” she rubbed over his arm before untying her apron and setting it down on the counter, “look…if this is some bet or joke with your friends over there? spare me the embarrassment of being the end of a conversation, okay? i’m exhausted after this shift.”