my ego sang me lullabies

and my conscience sang the blues. andrew st. james. 29. florist @ violets are blue.

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Andrew St. James (Young Paul Rudd), 29, cis-male, he/him, pansexual, florist

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[andrewstjames]

cliverkingsley·:

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oliver had to laugh when the man mentioned that if he’d met someone like them they were trouble, and oliver couldn’t really disagree. before he settled down and everything, oliver had been wild and definitely lived life with no common sense. always out doing what he wanted, who he wanted. it was never a dull moment that was for sure. “just in two pieces? well that’s not too bad then, yeah?” he asked with a smirk on his face. oliver crossed his leg over the other and swung his foot lightly as the man listed off his two truths and a lie, and ollie rose a brow, knowing that the lie was going to be one he didn’t say and he’d have to tell his name but he couldn’t help the comment that came from his mouth. “you definitely look like you put a hamster in the microwave, so i’m going to say you’re lying about dancing.”

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drew chuckled. “you’re right. sounds like i would’ve gotten it smashed to bits. and happily would do it again,” he replied. it took the other male a second to reply, and when he finally did, andrew smirked. “huh.” he leaned in a bit closer. “i’ll have you know i’m a phenomenal dancer.” meaning the other had lost. andrew had won the right to learn his name, fair and square. “i’ve never been paragliding, though.” at least he’d gotten the hamster thing right, though, if that was any consolation. 

[andrewstjames]

finncoops​:

Finn didn’t know why he was still sitting at the bar, letting a stranger flirt with him, but he was intrigued by the other. “Finn,” he mutters, wiping a stray curl out of his face. He laughs softly. “Who’s there?” Finn responds, sipping his drink. 

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“finn. nice to meet you. i’m drew,” he says with a smile. he watches as the other brushes a curl off his forehead—he’s a little dizzy and seeing blurry. it’s fine, though, he’s fine. “honeydew,” he replies, getting ready to set up his knock knock line.

[andrewstjames]

sofie-lopez·:

Sofia raised a brow and turned towards the man who she assumed was speaking to her. She was amused by his effort. “That’s the best you’ve got?” She asks, tossing her hair behind her shoulder, and then taking a sip from her drink. “Looks like someone can’t hold their liquor.” Sofie was one to talk; she was definitely a sloppy drunk. “Does this usually work for you? I’m impressed by your confidence. I mean- you really went for it, didn’t you?” She chuckles, leaning towards the man. “And for the record, I’m an eleven, not a ten,” she whispers in his ear. 

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andrew smiled. what he lacked in game, he made up for in good looks. “i sure did,” he says proudly. “don’t know if the line works, though. god, you don’t think i’d... reuse a line on you, do you? i’m a gentleman. and you’re- what are you? a princess? dutchess?” okay, kissass, calm down. “you sure are. what’s your name?”

[andrewstjames]

finncoops·:

Finn nearly chokes on his drink when he hears the man speak. “Pardon?” He asks, cheeks turning pink. He looks around to see if the question was meant for someone else. Finn wasn’t one to frequent the bar, but it had been a long day at work, and since he knew Michael was still at work, he decided to stop by to grab someone to take the edge off. He had just been sipping his rum and coke at the bar, nonchalantly when he had heard a few words directed at him. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to go..” He says, stifling a laugh. 

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andrew chuckled when the other confirmed that he completely butchered the pick up line. he sipped on his margarita and shrugged. eh, well. he’d tried. “i just had to come and tell you how cute i think you are.” he smiled. “my name’s drew. what’s yours?” he turned so he could be facing the other properly. “i do have more lines where that came from. i might not butcher this one. knock knock.”

[andrewstjames]

cliverkingsley·:

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oliver was no stranger to being chatted up whenever he went out; he hadn’t been out in awhile and he figured it wasn’t going to kill him to have a couple of drinks. and why not try to find someone to take home as well? after all, he had to have some fun whilst he was here. but this guy… he wasn’t oliver’s type at all. and something in him was saying walk away but when did oliver ever really listen to himself? hardly ever. so he stood there and waited for this next line and before the man could even finish oliver was already laughing. “eight would be pushing it i think. you look like a 6′er tops.” he said before knocking back what was left in his cocktail glass. “who’s asking?”

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man, this guy could not be any less interested in andrew, but when he smiled, he sure was a goddamn sight. plus, if you asked drew, he’d tell you that if the handsome gentleman weren’t interested, he surely would’ve walked away by now. he laughs softly at his response—he’s a clever one. “yeah, well, it ain’t about the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean,” he shrugged. either way, he wasn’t embellishing the truth. “my name’s andrew s- quinn.” in his drunken state, he almost gave out his real name, but he was slurring his words slightly, so who’d notice anyway? “play a game with me. two truths and a lie. if i win, you tell me your name,” he said. “if i lose, i don’t know. whatever you want.”

[andrewstjames]

cliverkingsley·:

whilst michael was gone on his little romantic getaway for valentine’s day, oliver was stuck in his oversized home that was way too big for just one person so rather than wallowing away in the big empty space ollie made his way down to scarlet letter. he and daniel had been there a few times when they came to vacation in their getaway home. it was always a nice place, the atmosphere was always great, and the people that went in were always pretty to say the very least. he was looking casual in comparison to what he’d normally wear out, an oversized lilac jumper and some skinnies, his nails painted to match and his curls bouncing. he was minding his own business, sipping on a cocktail when someone stumbled his way and started talking. hearing the pick up line, oliver rolled his eyes and said, “sounds to me someone’s either not brushed up on his cheesy internet pick up lines, or he’s had one too many to drink.”

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drew chuckled, even though the other was clearly curving him. he was replying to him, words were being exchanged, so what did it matter if the handsome stranger was roasting him? “you don’t like it? there’s more where that came from.” he sipped on his margarita—maybe he should slow down. “i’m no weatherman... but i’m predicting eight inches for you tonight.” and if the other didn’t like this one either, drew knew a hundred more lines. “what’s your name, beautiful?”

[andrewstjames]

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it wasn’t often that andrew got drunk, but he would blame it on the bartender having a bit of a heavy hand pouring him his margaritas. the thing about not drinking your liquor straight up, is that the yummy taste deceives your brain into ordering another cocktail, and another, and another, and before you know it, you’re stumbling your way to the bar, with the nerve to think you can pull the hottest person in the room. “hey, gorgeous. did it hurt when you fell from tennessee? cause you’re the only ten... in heaven.” he frowns. “huh. that didn’t sound right.”