lee

Jimmy: how long can somebody stay alive and sane without proper sleep? serious question I haven't slept properly in a week

lee: i mean, alive, quite a while as long as u r eating

Status: Open @slchat​

Location: The beach

Time: Early afternoon

Sitting on a large blanket, Nova alternated between scanning his notes for an upcoming court appearance and watching his daughter as she worked on digging a hole in the sand large enough to sit in. She had been working on it for a while now but had yet to make much progress since she kept stopping to either get a sip of water or show him every nice rock or piece of trash she uncovered along her way. Truthfully it was the moments like this with her that he cherished. He just wished he could give it his undivided attention.

Looking down, he turned the page only to stop as he heard a small and soft “Uh-oh” from Daisy. He raised his gaze to see her staring not at her handiwork but at someone nearby. Or more so at the little pink shovel she had somehow hit them with. 

“Oh come on. We talked about this.” Closing the folder, he put it to the side and stood to pick up Daisy before walking over to her victim. “I am so sorry. Are you okay?”

Lee had been enjoying the sun against his face, as he walked barefoot on the beach. He certainly wasn't expecting to be hit by a kid out of nowhere,.. a whining-year-old, no less. He made a funny face, trying to figure what on Earth was going through the little one's mind, but also trying not to reveal the chuckle he was holding back — most kids got intimidated by his black clothes and leather and would simply fear him... but Daisy was obviously an exception to many things.

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“pretending like I don’t care.. pretending like I don’t care...”

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“I don’t make people cry... on purpose. Mostly."

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 “I wish I could be more like my older sister.... but nops.”

Elsa: What is your worst fear?

Rejection and criticism from the ones I care the most.

Pabbie: Who is the smartest person you know?

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“’Gonna probably end up alone... Others don’t see me as long term worthy”

“Are you sure?” If he didn’t have first editions of those books, he would never give them away. “I hate when people say that.” He said teasingly, cracking a smile. “It’s all about finding a book that you would like. You can’t possibly enjoy every book.” Matt pointed out with, shrugging. “I read all of them. I didn’t like some of them but still finished it.”

𝕆𝕙, 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 that several times in different ways—but the truth was, apparently there was nothing intellectual-like that he would enjoy doing. He was just too good at being the family's disappointment and would simply rather not change it, just remaining doing the stuff he actually liked. And hope they were honestly happy for him. "I like movement, I can't stay still for long enough to go through this torture" he said, before moving to the next box. Something, though, just wouldn't make sense to him.. "why the heck ‘tho would you finish something you didn't like..?"

Juggling a couple grocery totes while also trying to pick through his keyring, the last thing Austin expected to hear was an abrupt offer to – pick his lock? “Huh?” It would’ve been less of a surprise to get mugged while lingering outside Oasis at such a late hour. He shook his head when he spotted the other approaching, amusement twisting his lips when he realized they were drunk. “No, I think my key should do the trick.” Even if he had yet to locate the correct key, he still held up the ring and jingled it lightly. “Do… you need help with anything? Like calling an Uber or maybe locating a whole loaf of bread?”

𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕕, leaning on the wall near the other as if the suggestion he had made was just a big joke. Or maybe because his legs were tingling and somewhat tangling, but that was not a big deal.  "I'm your neighbor, you drunk ass" he said, but, looking around looking for the apartment where he lived. He frowned, unsure. Well, it wasn't important right now. But he certainly didn't need an uber to get there. Probably. Maybe his roommate would come in a horse adn shiny armor."You sur'?" he got his overused paper clip from this pocket "I can do wonders with this 'lil thing!" he pointed to the small object with his free hand, as to make sure the other guy would ee what he was talking about “and with other things too, but I’m only offering this one”.

Pressing his forehead against the door, Beau mutters a curse as he makes another futile attempt at opening his front door. It doesn’t budge. “Give me a fucking break,” He groans, banging his head against the door in exasperation. Somewhere between the dive bar he’d been drinking at for the night and arriving home at his apartment, he’d misplaced his keys and found himself locked out. He lifts his head off the door, peering down the street at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. His brows furrow, taking in the sight of the man stumbling towards him and offering to pick his lock.

“I’m good,” said Beau, taking a step backwards and looking up at his building. There was no fire escape, no ledge for him to climb onto and attempt to jostle the latch on one of the windows and no light coming from his neighbour’s apartment. He blew out a breath, resigning himself to the fact that he was going to have to crash on somebody’s couch until the bar reopened in the morning. “You normally charge people to break into their apartments?” He casts the dark-haired man a wary smile, either he was an exceptional thief or a terrible one.

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 was 'good' sounded like a fantastic joke. Lee wasn't into complicated words, but he could say that the other lacked congruency... or maybe just wouldn't admit needing help from a drunk stranger "'m pretty sure 'ou were 'bout to attack that door" he stated, trying to keep his voice even, but the chuckle was quite obvious under his breath. He was obviously not good about saying one thing while feeling another..... at least not while drunk. Or under other very specific circumstances. A good part of them, to be honest.

He leaned on the wall, to balance himself. "No... I usually pick my own locks... 'nd rich folk's ones" his smile was just shameless "And I swim in their pools" he smiled. Well, of course, there was a pool at Oasis, right next to his door, but there was no fun in just doing things that were allowed to. "Are you oh so 'bsolutely sure that you don' need my help?" he provoked, before taking a paper clip from his pocket and showing it off. "'or 're you sure you live here..?" his words were tangling here and there.

tierney: oh, no no no

tierney: i dj at my parties

tierney: thinking a like seven hour playlist of all sapphic leaning songs might be a touch too much but might do it anyways

tierney: i mean i don't need you to crash that was literally me inviting you but if you wanna pretend to be a party crasher i love that energy

tierney: fireworks are....definitely a yes

lee: but if you djing who will be kisisng your girl?

lee: jkfl then i'll be there. with fireworks. a loud speaker to embarass you. extra drinks.

fingertips fumble with a set of keys, inching them toward the door. they’re jiggled around the keyhole a couple of times, trying to jam them inward despite the resistance. this was the hardest part of coming home post closing time, when mind was less than sober. at least he didn’t manage to lose the keys like most nights. “oh, oh –” there’s a slight alarmed gasp that escapes lips, not preparing to see someone so close to him. “shh, no. i – i can get it. you don’t need to pick the lock but ‘ppreciate the gesture.” hand waves the idea off, looking closer at the set of keys in his palm, not the usual pink leopard print. “actually. maybe. these don’t appear to be mine.”

𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 trying to be as gracious as possible as he mimicked the hand movement the other had just done “’ lemme show you how it’s done, bud” he said, before leaning forward, putting one knee against the floor so his eyes would be easily leveled with the door lock. it wasn’t as firm as he wished, he felt like he could fall at any minute..., but the possibility of showing off was more than enough to give him a boast of I’m need to be flawless. and he kind of was. for the first few moments. with a paper clip that he always had in his pocket (because he was the kind of person that would forget his own house keys but not his way of breaking in),soon there was the ‘click’ sound announcing that he had done it. but as soon as he tried to pull the clip off, he realized it wouldn’t get out. oh shit. “do you wanna hear good news or bad news?" he offered, clearing his throat before getting up "I actually have two good news...” he didn’t wait for an answer though, as he put two fingers in the air as if it was that hard to count to two “the first good news is that no burglar  will be able to break into your home through this door today... The second good news is... I’m sure we could break through a window or the back door? we could get a brick and break the glass...”

This wasn’t the usual time Hannah was heading out of home to start her day, given her work shift didn’t start till 8:00am. But she had some busy days ahead and her fridge was already looking pretty empty, so she’d rather make an early morning stop at Trader Joe’s than at night when she’s completely exhausted and all she wants to do is come home to rest. It was 4:50am and she was carefully locking her door when she heard a very familiar (and drunken) voice. Her brows rose as her protective instinct immediately took over as she looked at her younger brother’s direction. “I was hoping you wouldn’t charge your sister”, she half-joked, crossing her arms. “I was actually heading out but… you know what? You’re getting your butt in here and I’m gonna get you some water instead. C’mon”, she added as she began opening the door again.