𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗. 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 : 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖘.
“ well look what the motherfucking cat dragged in! ” tybalt’s already had plenty to drink – he’s got a cocktail in his hand as he stands to drape his arm across their shoulders, a wide grin crossing his features. “ you should’ve told me you were on your way! i would’ve ordered you something. ” he turns to the bartender and points to them. “ on my tab, capeesh? ” looking back at them, he grins once more. “ happy to see you. ”
luca frowned from the attention that tybalt was garnering in his direction and stuck his tongue deep into his cheek to avoid saying something he’d regret. not that it often stopped him, but this time he was painstakingly sober. “could you be any louder,” luca grumbled, slapping tybalt just a little too hard on the back to be friendly. “if it’s on his tab, you’d better make it something hard and expensive. got that?” he gestured lazily towards the bartender, letting a smirk finally grow now only one pair of eyes was on him. “how much have you had already?”