You won&#x27;t believe the story...

"First of all, answer the question of who started." She replied to Raina, trying to find something in his facial faces and eyes that would reveal any ecious plan. But it was a professional deviation and although Raina tried to separate her professional life from private life, some of the qualities and she could not completely bleed out. Maybe that's what made her such a good crime profiler, or that she was such a good friend that she could see what others didn't see. Or she was just good at her profession and was a good friend at the same time- one does not exclude the other. "Talking about love is not a stupid topic if you talk to the right person. But you are right, what a blonde fascinated with psychopaths can know and true love except for those of the dead and their perpetrators." She laughed and winked at Eric widening her smile. "And believe my dear, the fault is not always on both sides. This is what only those who do not know life write."

Answering this question should be easy peasy. Eric was too in love with his girlfriend, then fiancée, and then wife to ever think of any other woman. He could feel she was, what people called, the love of his life, and if she hadn't cheated on him first, he would still be living in this bubble, looking at their relationship through rose-tinted glasses, focused on showing her just how much he appreciated her. However, as soon as he saw Veronica with another man, his heart broke into pieces he couldn't put back together, and from then on, he never looked at her the same way.

"That's not what I meant," he assured Raina, smiling apologetically. "You probably know more about this than I do." He even believed it when she said sometimes one was far more responsible than the other, or even the only one to blame. Eric finally attempted to answer Raina's question. "Maybe I'm naive, but as long as we choose to stay together it doesn't matter who started. It depends on how you look at it..."

Love has always been her distant. She has always believed that oxytocin, working with other hormones and neurotransmitters such as testosterone, dopamine and noradrenaline, causes a feeling of love. She loved once, but being wounded she found her love in science and explained all such emotions by the ejection of hormones in the body.

"As for this, I suspect that you have more experience than me, but ..." Raina smiled broadly at her improved on the chair. She raised her finger towards the waiter to bring her two beers - one for herself, the other for Eric - and cleared her brows significantly raising her eyebrows and smiling meaningfully. "Maybe it doesn't matter who started, but living with a person who sleeps with whom he will fall and doing the same because she does and explaining it with love is sick, don't you think? Are you not afraid that you will catch some disease?"

Sometimes it should get it for this directness. She was surprised that she was still alive, because at work she could also say in a similar style, and did not always work only with victims on interrogations. But no matter how you look- she could afford it because she was the best in her profession.

#raina:eric

experienceandobservation

Margot Robbie | Deadline Hollywood | January 10, 2024 | 📷 Josh Telles

#fc: raina

//everything you might wanna know about eric is here and here // @indiestarter

Eric jumped at the loud sound, even though he should have been prepared for it. Light traveled faster than sound, a lightning flash always preceded thunder – a heads-up he should appreciate, but, somehow, always succumbed to his fears. "I fucking hate those," he muttered through his teeth, eyes shut as he waited for his heart to stop pounding in his chest. It would all be back in a minute anyway. "It's the electric current and that cracking sound... I hate it. If only I could mute it."

"Fuys are sometimes like little children..." she sighed shaking her head and sat down to the man, sticking her pigging look into him. She really didn't understand how you could be afraid of a storm, but she also didn't understand why some things should or shouldn't be done or said. Effy was different. She believed that directness and sincerity are the best that can be. Even if it is not always pleasant to the ear or soul of a person. "Unfortunately, it promises to be even worse, so I advise you to be patient, because we will not leave here so soon." She added with a mocking smile and looked out the bar window where it was literally dark. Just five minutes ago the sun was shining and its rays warmed pleasantly. She moved her gaze to the man, smiling even more. She had already heard little Skyler an angel who told her not to do it, and the other Skyler Devil, suggested that Lucifer would be proud of her and that she would continue. "Apparently a tornado is coming, so this is just the beginning." She said trying with all her might to hide the amusement in her voice and observing the man's reactions.

#effy:eric

Professional experience told her - will be another interesting crime. Life experience told her - poor guy. The heart said "Girls are bitches, especially wives". Did she say it out loud? Did that say her heart or reason? She shook her head and corrected her elbows on the chair, leaning on the table top against the fingers of her hand. One of them pointed to a man. "There is no need to cry over spilled milk. You have to think about whether this love is real and is it from both sides?"

Eric sighed when words he had been told so many times came to his head: not all wives. Whatever he and his wife had been going through wasn't acceptable, and a teeny tiny part of him knew that. It shouldn't be like that, the relationship was toxic and he should get out of it as soon as possible. Start anew, meet someone else, be happy. Even his brother, his I Know Two Emotions And Refuse To Show Them brother knew this. "Yeah, she's a bitch sometimes, but I'm not any better," he replied with an eye roll, a bit ashamed of defending his unfaithful missus by taking a bit of the blame. "You're right. It's happened, it's done. There's nothing I can do about it now. Maybe no one will notice..." He didn't believe that but he also didn't even have time for any of that. With a chuckle, he raised a brow and looked at Raina again. "Oh, you wanna talk about real love? You and me? Now that's the funniest thing I've heard in a long time." He paused, realizing how it sounded. "No offense... It's not your fault."

"First of all, answer the question of who started." She replied to Raina, trying to find something in his facial faces and eyes that would reveal any ecious plan. But it was a professional deviation and although Raina tried to separate her professional life from private life, some of the qualities and she could not completely bleed out. Maybe that's what made her such a good crime profiler, or that she was such a good friend that she could see what others didn't see. Or she was just good at her profession and was a good friend at the same time- one does not exclude the other. "Talking about love is not a stupid topic if you talk to the right person. But you are right, what a blonde fascinated with psychopaths can know and true love except for those of the dead and their perpetrators." She laughed and winked at Eric widening her smile. "And believe my dear, the fault is not always on both sides. This is what only those who do not know life write."

#raina:eric

//meet zach's twin brother — an actor and aspiring film producer, married to a high school sweetheart for 8 years. his wife started cheating on him shortly after they married, but he's so in love that he keeps forgiving her despite the pain she's causing. he starts seeing other women, feeding himself lines like "relationships are difficult" and "love isn't always pretty" to justify his behavior. — ik it's a long intro, but this is a test & I'm not posting his bio // @indiestarter

"I can't believe my wife went to that restaurant for dinner with a different man, where everyone can see them! Take pictures, gossip about it!" Shaking his head in disbelief, Eric couldn't tell whether he was hurt by the revelation or just angry. He wanted to be angry, worry about his career, or even how this would influence how people perceived his parents' relationship. They had been dealing with ridiculous articles and innuendos ever since they got together, and they remained the happiest couple the brothers knew. What a toxic environment it was... "That's just... So risky," he muttered.

#raina:eric #it would be great adventure!

Professional experience told her - will be another interesting crime. Life experience told her - poor guy. The heart said "Girls are bitches, especially wives". Did she say it out loud? Did that say her heart or reason? She shook her head and corrected her elbows on the chair, leaning on the table top against the fingers of her hand. One of them pointed to a man. "There is no need to cry over spilled milk. You have to think about whether this love is real and is it from both sides?"

"It's obvious that I can't live without my friends! Especially without your sister, who can make your stomach hurt with laughter!" she laughed, trying to gently notice in Ian's eyes whether he had noticed that in all this confession of longing, she had also mentioned him. She nodded her thanks for the paid drink and bounced her glass off his, bringing it to her lips again and taking a sip from the straw. "I'm very glad that you have your own studio! Ian Varden's biggest dream has come true, now it's the turn of the NBA!" she laughed again, shifting in her chair to face the man more and crossing her legs, placing her elbow on the bar counter. She was really excited for him to open his tattoo studio. She saw how much work he put into it. Her only regret was that she couldn't be there when he opened it.

"Will there be room for another tattoo on your calendar? I'd add something to the hummingbirds on my back. And I'd rather not change my tattoo artist." She raised the corners of her mouth, winking at the man, and her hand unconsciously reached for her back, where on her shoulder blades was the last tattoo Ian had done on her before she left for Los Angeles. "Unfortunately, I don't have time for new hobbies. Volleyball also fell by the wayside, although sometimes I managed to play it, or rather play it with a laugh." Adulthood... she added with a shrug and raised her hand sharply, listening to the music. The notes reaching her ear couldn't just be ignored. "I was born to be your baby and you were born to be my man?" She paraphrased the words of a Bon Jovi song that played at their house almost every day. Ian always laughed at Ang, especially when she danced to this song while washing the dishes or cooking. He often joined her and Angelina couldn't imagine that things would be any different now. She stood next to Ian, placing one hand on his shoulder and extending the other towards the man. She raised an eyebrow, looking into Ian's eyes, and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Ian Varden, you cannot deny me this pleasure."

Ian laughed at the mention of NBA. "If they haven't called me, it's safe to say they are not ever going to do that," he said, faking sadness and wiped an imaginary tear with his wrist. In some way, it was Ian's equivalent of a letter to Santa Claus. He hadn't felt so comfortable with anyone in a long time but he wasn't surprised that it was Ang who changed that now. To be honest, he missed her and her company.

When she asked if he'd find time for a new tattoo for her, he grinned. "Oh, no problem! The hummingbirds need some company." He might have sounded more excited than Ang herself and that amused him even more. "Adulthood," he parroted with a sigh when she explained how little time she had for the things she used to do for fun. He could relate. One day he woke up realizing he didn't have as much time and energy as he used to and some hobbies had to go, so others could stay. Ian laughed when he heard the song and put the drink down to clap his hands almost enthusiastically. So many good memories! It was as if he forgot how shy he usually was because he took her hand without hesitation and joined Ang, already humming the song. "Only because I've already had... A few." He just pointed to the bar, as if he had to explain himself or wanted to blame the alcohol. God forbid it had anything to do with Angie's presence. He wasn't much of a dancer, but wasn't it about fun? "Do you still dance washing the dishes... Or more like wash the dishes while dancing?"

"Don't hide yourself with alcohol! You've always danced well, but you never wanted to admit it." Angelina did not hide the joy when Ian joined her. It was like going back to the old days. She felt the look of other friends of the party participants on her. The most famous college couple met again. However, she was not going to care about it. She just wanted to get the handfuls out of this meeting and enjoy it sincerely. Ian's presence made her feel happy again and felt that pleasant tickling in her stomach called butterflies. Damn, she really missed him a lot and the feeling for him was just as strong as when they were a couple. "All the time, it is my favorite song and it accompanies in everything I do." She smiled broadly and just before the chorus, not knowing why, kissed Ian on the cheek. She looked into the man's eyes and, smiling wider, began to sing the chorus. She only hoped that this gesture on her part did not disengage him. All the more so because he said he would find a date for her to tattoo. Angelina loved it when Ian tattooed her. She loved the gentleness with which he moved his hand over her body to give him moments of rest after the stinging of the needles. "But I won't believe you dance with her too when you wash the dishes." She laughed, although her laughter was still drowned out by the music. She moved closer towards Varden and leaned towards him, although of course she had to stand on her toes despite the high heels and whispered in her ear "after the song I suggest raising the crossbar and go to tequila."

#ang:ian

Eric entered his brother's room, eyes wide with surprise. It all looked like Zach was some fucking hacker hunting down the worst criminals. Knowing Eric and his sense of humor, he would definitely like this version better. He sat down politely on the chair as his brother recommended and, pushing himself off the floor with his legs, he set the chair in motion, spinning around its own axis.

"I'm in the fucking command center!" Eric clapped his hands, smiling from ear to ear, and stopped his chair as Zach entered the room. He smiled even more when he saw what Rio had brought with him and eagerly reached out for his glass. "You finally accomplished what you've been pestering me about lately! I'm proud of you!" Eric called sincerely, although he still had a little hope that this was the vision center and Zach was the world's best hacker. It would also help Eric with his acting career. He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair with one hand, lifting the glass of delicious alcohol to his lips with the other. "Will there be zombies, aliens, any creatures?" He asked with a disarming smile, trying to put a word in for Zach. He was sincerely happy for his brother's achievements and his only regret was that his parents were not with them so they could celebrate this success together. At least there was alcohol from them, so it's like it was here in New York. Eric swallowed the drink, feeling it warm his throat and waved his hand, placing the glass on the desk. "Fuck it, of course I want to see it!"

Zach snorted at his brother's enthusiasm and replied with a soundless "Yay" just for the sake of it. "Yes, now I'll stop yapping about it, are you happy?" No, it was a lie, of course, he wouldn't shut up about it. Now it would only be worse, especially when the game was out and the public would have something to say about it.

He closed the bottle and put it on the table, a drink in his hand as he smiled proudly. "Thanks, I'm kinda proud myself... Looks promising, people might like it." Sure, he knew Eric probably wished Zach had done something else with all those programming languages, something more badass than this, but he never let him feel like the nerd Zach was. A success was a success. A new game or hacking into the Pentagon's systems. He was proud of his brother's first role, too, even though it wasn't anything big; they always had each other's back. Damn cheerleaders. "Yeah, my ex!" Zach grinned at his own joke, then added, more seriously, "I think there are some mutants in the demo. Like in that movie, The Hills Have Eyes. Ugly motherfuckers."

He took a sip of his drink, the burning sensation in his throat reminding him that their parents would be happy to celebrate with them. Who knows where they were now, making another movie or just chilling in their big house in Los Angeles. "Okay," he said, starting the game for Eric. "Get ready to wet your pants, baby, 'cause it's really good!" Zach grinned and pulled a bean bag over to the desk to sit on it, cross-legged.

Eric took a drink from his brother immediately taking a sip of alcohol. He raised the corners of his mouth when he felt like a drink warming up first the inside of his mouth, then his throat and finally his whole body. Yes, it was definitely something he liked. He laughed at the mention of Zach's ex-girlfriend and listened to his brother continue as he told what could be in the game. "Let's not offend the monsters from The Hill Have Eyes. She was more like a woman with a triangle from Silent Hill." He added happily, looking at the computer screen, as the game turns on. He wasn't a special fan of computer games, unless it was about Need For Speed. Eric preferred movies and series more, it was his fairy tale.

After going through a few missions from the demo game, Eric was really thrilled with the game. She was worked out in every detail, and the details and reproduction of the places, as well as the appearance of the characters made a considerable impression on him. "It will be a hit of the season. No... it will be a hit of the year or even a decade. This game is a real shoe." Eric said honestly and turned in a swivel chair towards his brother. "Let him drink health for your huge success!" He raised his hand with a drink and, cheering, drank alcohol from his glass. He was sincerely proud of his brother and knew that their parents would also be proud of Zach and what he had achieved.

#eric:zach

"No no no. It's always friends first, then job," he said, laughing. Of course he still felt slightly nervous, probably afraid of doing or saying something that would convince her she should run back to LA, but a few jokes here and there wouldn't hurt. Nervous jokes. "You should say you miss your friends and you can't live without them and then add, oh, by the way, I also got that job offer." With a smile, he downed his drink and ordered another one, offering to pay for both his and Angie's. Those fruity cocktails were way too good, maybe he should have picked something bitter to sip. "Congratulations and good luck. Let's drink to that!" Ian took his fresh glass and clinked it with Angie's in a little "cheers".

"I've got my own studio now, yes. I don't have as much time for my hobbies anymore, but we can't have it all, right?" It was so easy to talk to her, as if no break(up) ever happened. They could talk for hours, about everything and anything, and tonight was no different. It quickly went from awkward and nervous to perfectly normal. He took a sip of his strawberry and rum cocktail. "Any new hobbies? Do you still play volleyball? I know we are all busy adults now," he laughed. "It's nice to have some time for a party, for example."

"It's obvious that I can't live without my friends! Especially without your sister, who can make your stomach hurt with laughter!" she laughed, trying to gently notice in Ian's eyes whether he had noticed that in all this confession of longing, she had also mentioned him. She nodded her thanks for the paid drink and bounced her glass off his, bringing it to her lips again and taking a sip from the straw. "I'm very glad that you have your own studio! Ian Varden's biggest dream has come true, now it's the turn of the NBA!" she laughed again, shifting in her chair to face the man more and crossing her legs, placing her elbow on the bar counter. She was really excited for him to open his tattoo studio. She saw how much work he put into it. Her only regret was that she couldn't be there when he opened it.

"Will there be room for another tattoo on your calendar? I'd add something to the hummingbirds on my back. And I'd rather not change my tattoo artist." She raised the corners of her mouth, winking at the man, and her hand unconsciously reached for her back, where on her shoulder blades was the last tattoo Ian had done on her before she left for Los Angeles. "Unfortunately, I don't have time for new hobbies. Volleyball also fell by the wayside, although sometimes I managed to play it, or rather play it with a laugh." Adulthood... she added with a shrug and raised her hand sharply, listening to the music. The notes reaching her ear couldn't just be ignored. "I was born to be your baby and you were born to be my man?" She paraphrased the words of a Bon Jovi song that played at their house almost every day. Ian always laughed at Ang, especially when she danced to this song while washing the dishes or cooking. He often joined her and Angelina couldn't imagine that things would be any different now. She stood next to Ian, placing one hand on his shoulder and extending the other towards the man. She raised an eyebrow, looking into Ian's eyes, and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Ian Varden, you cannot deny me this pleasure."

#ang:ian

Ian noticed her, it's not bad. All in all, why would he pretend he didn't know her, after all, their break was peaceful. Without quarrels, and they parted in friendship and with mutual respect. Only Ang couldn't stop thinking about him. "I returned to New York two weeks ago. Alec told me that such an event is being organized and I decided to come." She replied as if it was obvious and put the drink tube in her mouth taking a sip of alcohol. Ian has changed nothing. During these three years, he only became even more muscular, but his presence caused Angelina's legs to bend under her anyway.

She didn't really know how to behave. Alec warned her against this. At most, Angelina will complain to him again, or she will visit Victoria saying how stupid she is just to hear that Ian's sister admits her right. "It's been three years, and it seems like it's been centuries, eh?"

She asked taking a vacant seat that one of Ian's group of colleagues left. "I think I can sit down?" She drank alcohol again and combed her hair behind her ear. She tried to hide every emotion that was now trying to get out of her, but with Ian, as usual, she was a poor actress. He was the only one who could read from Angelina as from an open book.

So, she was back. Back for good? Ian would be lying if he said he wasn't happy to see her, even if it would make a few things slightly more complicated... He appreciated how they could still talk, despite everything that happened because even if they remained civil about their breakup, it still hurt a bit. A bit more. A lot, actually. It had affected Ian in many ways and no matter how "Oh, I'm fine" he was around his friends or Vic, it was a lie he forced himself to believe in. Just to be able to function. Now Ang came back, all smiling and pretty as always, and he was supposed to not hear a siren go off in his head? His heart skipped a beat whether he wanted to admit it or not.

"Centuries, yeah, more like centuries," he said with a chuckle. "Sure, yes, of course. Sit down, we've got a lot of things to catch up, yeah." Not nervous at all. Ian? Never. He took a drink of his strawberry-rum-whatever-else-was-in-it. "I'm happy to see you again. So... you're staying here now? Is it because of work, or...?" Hopefully, she wasn't seeing someone new and they lived here. He wouldn't be able to hide his disappointment.

She couldn't take her eyes off Ian. Although sometimes she tried to look in the other direction so as not to go out on the idiot drooling to him, all the time her gaze ran away towards Ian. She missed being able to see him live again, not just for social media photos or videos that Vic showed her. Recalling Vic... she told him they were still seeing each other from time to time? Not even knowing when she pricked her drink and ordered another one from the bartender when he was taking an empty glass. "I got an offer of a permanent job here and I did not think for a moment about accepting it. I missed this place too much, Alec, Vic... I missed you too..." she said, only after a while realizing what she really did. Should she talk about it? It's good that she didn't immediately say about the daughter they have who was so much like Ian.

She could only hope that this confession would not scare him and run away from her. When she got another drink, she immediately drank it and grunted. "But tell me how with you with the tattoo studio, did you manage to open yours? From what Vic and Alec said, do you already play the basket as a hobby?" She asked, already ignoring the fact that she had cheated on maintaining a relationship with his sister. They are adult people, Ian knew that Ang had moved to Los Angeles and he knew that his sister sometimes went there on business. And since they got along very well, it's natural to meet old friends when they have the opportunity. She only hoped that the answer to her question would not be a phrase that Ian was dating someone.

#ang:ian

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He didn't know if he wanted to go. Meeting his friends sounded fun until he realized how hungover they would be the next day, and Ian promised his friend he would be at work tomorrow to tattoo their client while they fought another nasty cold in peace. Maybe he should write "Don't let me drink too much, I'm working tomorrow" on his forehead? That should do the trick. Getting ready, he called his sister a thousand times, asking even more questions, until she finally turned off her phone, leaving Ian enjoy existential crisis alone. She didn't have time for that. He wasn't surprised.

Luckily, he ended up wearing something decent and joined his friends on time. The music could be better, but it wouldn't be a problem after a few drinks. Now that was a tricky part, too. Beer and whiskey were his friends usual orders, while Ian always preferred those sweet fruity cocktails because they tasted so much better. Not that he didn't like the first two options, at all, of course. He even decided that the first round should match his friend's orders and then he could treat himself with something more dessert-like. They stood at the bar, talking and joking, enjoying their little reunion as stories from the good old times seemed to spill one after another. He had been having fun, Vic would be so proud of him for solving his problems so quickly! And then he heard her voice. No, not Victoria's. A familiar one, nonetheless. At first, Ian froze. Angelina? She came to this party, too? The voice, the drink… It had to be her. Ian turned around, missing the ending of his friend's story, but he had stopped listening that voice reached his ears anyway. "Angie? Oh damn, what are you doing here?" He grinned and raised his glass. "Long time no see!" Thank god he was a little tipsy already.

Ian noticed her, it's not bad. All in all, why would he pretend he didn't know her, after all, their break was peaceful. Without quarrels, and they parted in friendship and with mutual respect. Only Ang couldn't stop thinking about him. "I returned to New York two weeks ago. Alec told me that such an event is being organized and I decided to come." She replied as if it was obvious and put the drink tube in her mouth taking a sip of alcohol. Ian has changed nothing. During these three years, he only became even more muscular, but his presence caused Angelina's legs to bend under her anyway.

She didn't really know how to behave. Alec warned her against this. At most, Angelina will complain to him again, or she will visit Victoria saying how stupid she is just to hear that Ian's sister admits her right. "It's been three years, and it seems like it's been centuries, eh?"

She asked taking a vacant seat that one of Ian's group of colleagues left. "I think I can sit down?" She drank alcohol again and combed her hair behind her ear. She tried to hide every emotion that was now trying to get out of her, but with Ian, as usual, she was a poor actress. He was the only one who could read from Angelina as from an open book.

Nina Dobrev

//Zach's apartment. Three years before the outbreak in New York.

@angelsgonnahell

"Alright, Denver. Sit down."

He gestured to the chair so his brother would sit at the desk where Zach usually worked – three monitors, a computer, and two laptops. Now, there were also a few notebooks lying there, and his workplace often looked messier than usual when he was working on something important. It should be easy for Eric to put 2 and 2 together and guess that Zach's "big news" had something to do with work. Zach disappeared into the living room for a moment and when he came back, he was holding two glasses and one of those bottles of fancy alcohol from their parents. They always gave them those whenever they came back from a different country, whether it was a new movie premiere in Ireland or simply their vacation in Japan. A bottle of something good, expensive as hell. One for Zach. One for Eric. Zach only drank on special occasions and today was a special day.

"Remember when I told you about that big studio that hired me? The one I wanted to work fo so badly?" Of course, Eric remembered. That's what Zach had been talking about 24/7 for months... if not years. He poured them the drinks and gave Eric his glass. "I have a fucking demo of the first game we are making. A survival horror located in Northern Arizona. You arrive at a village that looks weird as fuck and soon you realize there's, like... A crazy cult thing going on there. They chase you, wanna kill you, stuff like that. So you have to escape. You can hide under a bed or in barrels, or throw items at characters or make noise and run away-..." He couldn't shut up. He just kept talking. "It's not perfect yet, but... Wanna see?"

#angie #starter #open starter

Eric entered his brother's room, eyes wide with surprise. It all looked like Zach was some fucking hacker hunting down the worst criminals. Knowing Eric and his sense of humor, he would definitely like this version better. He sat down politely on the chair as his brother recommended and, pushing himself off the floor with his legs, he set the chair in motion, spinning around its own axis.

"I'm in the fucking command center!" Eric clapped his hands, smiling from ear to ear, and stopped his chair as Zach entered the room. He smiled even more when he saw what Rio had brought with him and eagerly reached out for his glass. "You finally accomplished what you've been pestering me about lately! I'm proud of you!" Eric called sincerely, although he still had a little hope that this was the vision center and Zach was the world's best hacker. It would also help Eric with his acting career. He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair with one hand, lifting the glass of delicious alcohol to his lips with the other. "Will there be zombies, aliens, any creatures?" He asked with a disarming smile, trying to put a word in for Zach. He was sincerely happy for his brother's achievements and his only regret was that his parents were not with them so they could celebrate this success together. At least there was alcohol from them, so it's like it was here in New York. Eric swallowed the drink, feeling it warm his throat and waved his hand, placing the glass on the desk. "Fuck it, of course I want to see it!"

#denver:rio #eric:zach

some-alexandra-daddario

Alexandra Daddario

#fc: effy

"Closed!" she cried as she arranged the last papers she had to prepare for her latest assignment. Angelina was sitting at her desk and sighed loudly when she heard the knock again. She slammed her hands on the desk and got up from her chair, walking to the door. She opened them sharply, taking in air into her lungs. "You really can't read that it's already closed?"

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Tony was aware that he should know a thing or two about cars if he liked them so much. But he wasn't going to surprise Effy with some "I'm kidding" or anything like that, he wouldn't know what happened to the car either. In short, traveling with Tony was fun, but... a different kind of fun. "Maybe... you could call your brother?" The idea wasn't as good as he initially thought it was, though. "Or maybe not, he'll make fun of me, as always. I don't want that."

Effy wondered what to do in this situation and tried to remember all the advice Skyler had given her if something like this happened to her. "You're kidding. Sky would also laugh at me for going for a ride with you." She replied in her head, already hearing her brother's endless laughter. She got out of the car and lit a cigarette. She inhaled the nicotine smoke and walked over to Tony from the driver's side and leaned toward him through the half-open window of the car. "Have you checked the oil, is there petrol?" she asked, blowing smoke from her lungs.

#effy:tony

Can I buy you a drink?

"As long as you don't mind buying another one if I like you. I guess...?"