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@alex-azarov
“Now there’s an idea” She grinned over at him. “You’d be places in no time…and be able to go anywhere you wanted” She sighed a little. “One day maybe.”
“Hey, with all the new technology coming around these days that ‘one day’ might be one day soon.” Alex announced with such conviction as he knew it was a great possibility. “Anyway, do you want to get going?”
Sofia just couldn’t help herself. The workaholic found herself on phoning in trying to make sure that everything was perfect, heck, she had even been over to the hospital to make sure that the employees knew exactly what they were doing. By this point there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to miss her flight. Even the cab that she had booked wasn’t going to arrive for another twenty minutes. Ridiculous. “Late -” She muttered, more to herself as she walked out of the building with her suitcase following behind. As the male responded to her observation, she glanced up at him, “Oh, I wasn’t -” Sofia started before trailing off as she considered his offer. Biting down on the inner corner of her cheek in contemplation. She was a woman of independence and often wanted to do things herself rather than be a burden of others but since he was offering, Sofia then just decided why not? “I’ll pay for gas money.” She offered before walking over to hoist her case up into the trunk. “Thanks.” The girl added, “And since we’re uh - carpooling… I’m Sofia. Think I’ve seen you around before.”
Alex nodded abruptly as she agreed, stopping her aside the trunk with some quickly uttered Russian words. “Подними их, держите ваши лошади любят.” He was quickly to take the woman’s luggage from her with a huff in her direction, “That’s fine, just don’t crush the liquor.” Gently taking her things, Alex placed them nicely upon the many bottles he already had packed. Once he’d closed the trunk, as slowly and safely as possible. The male turned back to the brunette and pulled the most genuine smile he could manage. “Yeah, you probably have.” Gesturing to himself, he nodded once again. “I’m Alex.”
“Shut up,” Zara whined as she rolled her eyes. She really didn’t want to be loading shit into this guys car but she had slept in a bit and needed a ride. She couldn’t go buy a ticket, she was sure her parents were tracking her spending habits especially looking for any more last minute flights. Moving around to throw her own bag in the car, she returned to the truck to look at what needed to be loaded up. “You have a lot of shit.” She commented before she started to load shit into the trunk.
“Such a nice way for a lady to speak.” Alex snapped back at her, continuing to load things into the trunk until she returned to stand with him. Her comment annoyed him, more than the first thing she’d said. “Well, it’s mostly liquor.” He noted, finally fitting in the last few bottles so that the entire trunk looked like one big jigsaw puzzle. “S’what happens when you usually fund these drunken parties.”
Let’s have a talk - Alex & Bentley
Bentley had no idea what to expect from this so called meet up her and Alex were having. She still couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the fact that they were being civil to each other after the last encounter they had back when Wren was in Denver and back when Bentley and Wren were even still a thing. Though she didn’t know what to expect, she had a feeling as to how the night was going to play out between them; it was like history repeating itself. They’d meet up and talk about themselves as a whole and what things would be like if they kept taking that extra step instead of shying away and leaving their relationship dormant. Once they got that out of the way they’d fight off the sexual tension they both knew that was there and they’d leave with unanswered questions as to what was truly going on with them and the other.
As the slim brunette walked up the pathway leading to the house Alex was staying in during this vacation everyone was taking, she tucked some of her long beach waved hair behind her ear before her hands went down to fidget with the high waisted and fitted shorts she was wearing. Seeing Alex sitting there on the porch made a breath become hitched in her throat as she wondered what he needed to tell her so bad that she didn’t already know and that he couldn’t tell her through a text message. She already heard him say the three words every girl longed to hear from him, so maybe this wasn’t about their relationship? “Hey you.” She spoke up softly as she stood at the bottom of the steps leading to the porch he was sitting on. “Ready to go? I found a spot early today when I was walking around and I think you’d like it. Nothing to mention they have 3-for-1 margaritas so if this goes terribly, it’ll be cheap to drink our problems away.”
As the sounds of footsteps came trailing up the walkway towards him, Alex’s face turned up to the direction of whatever was coming for him. A smile quickly spread across his lips at the sight of the brunette, “Bentley..” His tone showed ever aspect that he was happy to see her. It had been a couple weeks since the two had seen each other and even before that they weren’t on the best of terms. When were they ever on the best of terms though? They couldn’t ever seem to be on the same page and it was starting to really bother Alex. So they were going to talk and Alex was going to voice everything he had whirling around in his head. Bentley’s reaction was something he couldn't predict it was better off done sooner rather than later.
Raising to a standing position, Alex slipped his palms into the depths of his jean pockets. Gingerly taking the few steps down from the porch to meet the slender brunette, “Ready.” He gave a gentle nod, “I’m happy to go wherever you are. This place sounds nice and I could definitely use a drink after today.” With that he turned towards the pathway out of the area, heading the two of them onto their walk.
Let’s have a talk - Alex & Bentley
Sitting in what seemed like a slumped position against the front steps of house four, Alex contemplated what the next few hours of his life would bring. He was sure he’d built up enough courage during the drive down here to finally be one hundred percent honest with Bentley but he feared as soon as he saw her that would all go rushing away. Alex quickly checked his watch, five minutes to eight - she’d be arriving any minute now for their walk, talk and a bite to eat and this had by far been the most nervous from any of their ‘dates.’
Alex knew what he was about to say wasn’t going to go down well, at least that’s what he thought. Jumping in and out of Bentley’s life, he couldn’t imagine would be in his favour. Standing up quickly, Alex’s mind was whirling with every negative thought he’d come across on the long drive down to Florida. Now he just needed Bentley to be here so he could get everything out and over and done with. Till then, he stomped back down into a sitting position; frowning to himself while he waited. @thebentleyaffaire
“If there was a way to get back from Europe without flying that wouldn’t take forever like a boat, believe me id do it” she shook her head. “I hate it. The only benefit is the speed in which you get places, but I’d sacrifice that”
“I think teleportation is the next thing I’m hoping for.” Alex joked, chuckling softly. “That way I’d have no issue with travel.”
Text: Alex
Bentley: Alright, but don't do some huge production like you always seem to do when we plan for something like this.. We're just talking and maybe we can get a bite to eat, but nothing fancy, deal?
Bentley: I mean it, seriously be careful, it's a rough drive and I don't want anything happening to you or whoever else you have riding along.
Alex: You make me sound ridiculous. Deal. I'll meet you there and we can walk and talk to find something to eat. Deal.
Alex: I'm quite a good driver as you might remember, Bent. Honestly, you don't have to worry. Kaelyn and I are fine. We'll make it in one piece.
Text: Alex
Bentley: Alright, if you say so. What about we do lunch or something this week.. or whenever you get up from getting in tomorrow night?
Bentley: I'm sure he's proud of you, Al. I know I would be if I was him.
Bentley: Just be safe driving, okay?
Alex: Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow then, Bent. Meet me at house four at 8pm. We'll talk.
Alex: Here's hoping so. It's the least I can do for him.
Alex: Always. ;)
“Sorry to hear that” she frowned for a moment but realized he wasn’t dwelling on it. “Neither am I. They’re cramped, uncomfortable, and I’m not a fan of being that far off the ground” she wrinkled her nose a little.
Alex was grateful that the female had left the topic of his deceased brother alone, “I hate the turbulance, the up and down makes me want to be sick.” He shivered at the thought of that moment in most plane flights.
Text: Alex
Bentley: Why can't you just do it right now?
Bentley: Oh you did? So it is going to be named Dmytri? I think that's sweet though, it's your version of a little tribute to him.
Bentley: You could have bought it here and not have to go through all of that. I'm sure you must have some connections down here. You hate flying? I never knew that..
Alex: I think it's something best said to your face, in all honesty.
Alex: It's called Little Brother. The signage is going up at the end of the week. Thank you, it is.
Alex: Well, it's a bit late now. I've got the trunk packed full for everyone and I'm on my way. Yes, I do. Always have. I avoid it at all costs.
“I only do if I’m leaving the country as well. If I can avoid flying though I will.” She nodded in agreement. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a plane, last was when I flew into Boston from Ireland and that was about two years ago now”
“My last was coming back from Russia after my brother’s funeral which was a little over a year ago.” Alex nodded with a matter-of-fact attitude. Closing the trunk of his car finally. “I don’t know what it is, I just hate everything about planes.”
Text: Alex
Bentley: But what if I don't? Well, I'm excited to see it when you have your big opening party for it. I'm sure it'll be the new place everyone will want to have some parties at and whatever,
Bentley: Oh dear god, now you're making me worried. Why didn't you just fly here?
Alex: Do you really want me to spell it out to you? Because I can, you just name the time and place. Well, that's my hope. I named it after Dmytri.
Alex: Because they don't let you take a ridiculous amount of booze on plans. Plus, I hate flying.
Handing her bag over as she quickly finished off the liquor she thanked him. “Well that’s not so bad. Definitely a nice break from flying.” She noted
Making a face as she mentioned flying, Alex shook his head as he placed her bag in the back with the rest of his things. “I hate flying, only get on a plane if I have to. From here to Russia and back is really the only time.”
Text: Alex
Bentley: See what my words aren't saying? Should I even ask what you mean by that because I'm not really sure what you mean or if I really do want to know. That's good though. Is this going to be like The Mid 2.0 or something?
Bentley: No, but they could be really suspicious about you and if you get an asshole cop they could be a dick about it.
Bentley: I'm not worrying...
Alex: I think you know what I mean, Bent. Yeah, little bit like The Mid. It's going to have it's own flare though.
Alex: I can handle my own, I promise. If I get an asshole cop, I'll just turn on my Russian charm.
“Sure, might as well not let it all go to waste.” She nodded and reached to take the bottle from him carefully as to not pour the rest out. “How long of a drive is it do you think?”
“Good, because that’s a good bottle. “ Alex then gestured for the bag that she held so he could put it in the trunk, “If we don’t sleep or stop we’ll be there in the early morning. But with sleeping and breaks, probably tomorrow afternoon or evening.”
Text: Alex
Bentley: Well the phone works both ways, you know, but I'll let you slide this time around.
Bentley: I never said I missed you, did I? After all this time I thought you'd learn but you still have that dirty little habit of putting words in my mouth. How's the new bar?
Bentley: Oh sweet jesus. You're driving down here!? That's going to be such a long drive...and I swear to god you better not get pulled over or you'll be screwed if you brought the whole bar's stash of booze with you.
Alex: Oh! I get a slide, do I? Lucky me, guess I best make the most of it.
Alex: I don't need to put words in your mouth, Bent. I can simply see what your words aren't saying. The new bar is good, getting there. Should open in the next couple weeks.
Alex: I'll be there in no time, don't you worry. Wait... why? Is it illegal to drive around with booze in your trunk?
“Well I wasn’t going to say that exactly but right then, I’ll take a ride there” Kaelyn nodded, adjusting her own bag over her shoulder. “But just so you know, that one bottle there seems to be leaking” she pointed to the now half empty bottle.
Giving one swift nod as Kaelyn agreed to the ride, he continued putting stuff in the trunk until his attention was forced to the leaking bottle. He bent down and picked it up, realizing their was a crack in the base of the bottle. “Do you want the rest?” He question at the little liquor that remained in the bottom.
