it's magic.

Hey! I'm Ezekiel Bishop. But please call me Zeke, only my parents call me Ezekiel.

[brettfreeman-blog]

Is there someone here you don’t get along with?

[beaconbishop]

You could say that. You need help setting up anything?

[beaconbishop]

Someone come find me when this whole thing is over. I'm gonna be somewhere else ... avoiding some people.

[fletcherwyatt-blog]

Boy issues, huh? I know a bit about those. But you’re right. Shouldn’t probably be spilling your guts to me…also, word of advice. No more drinking in public. You’re underage…I’m guessing….and if I was on duty this conversation would’ve been going a completely different way. 

[beaconbishop]

Wait ---- wha? ...cute-face is a cop? I feel lied to. Ya don't have a donut... or a beer belly. 

[beaconbishop]

Because my life’s a convol —- convaa —- huge mess right now and I need to be able to not care right now. …I’m uh, I’m Zeke, mister Wyatt.

[fletcherwyatt-blog]

Oh really? Why’s your life a huge mess, Zeke? Oh please don’t call me Mr. Wyatt. That’s my dad. ‘m 21 not 50

[beaconbishop]

No offense or nothin, but I hardly know ya. I don't wanna go and spill my guts about boy issues. Even if you have a really nice face.

[beaconbishop]

'Cause I can't handle bein' sober right now… who're you? You have a… a nice face.

[fletcherwyatt-blog]

Okay. Well why can’t you handle being sober right now? I’m Fletcher Wyatt. …Thank you. But I don’t know who you are either.

[beaconbishop]

Because my life's a convol --- convaa --- huge mess right now and I need to be able to not care right now. ...I'm uh, I'm Zeke, mister Wyatt.

[beaconbishop]

I dunno ‘bout you but —- I’m really friggin’ drunk.

[fletcherwyatt-blog]

Why’re you drunk…?

[beaconbishop]

'Cause I can't handle bein' sober right now... who're you? You have a... a nice face.

[beaconbishop]

I dunno ‘bout you but —- I’m really friggin’ drunk.

[proud-to-be-pure-evil-deactivat]

[beaconbishop]

  Let’s not talk about your ass, yeah? I don’t need your husband coming and trying to break my knee.

[jones-cameron-blog]

He won’ do tha’…Or maybe he will. He’s been a tad bit possessive lately. 

[beaconbishop]

Yeah, and I’ve kind of had enough with werewolves’ possessive significant others.

[jones-cameron-blog]

Wouldn’ be surprised if yeh did. An’ my arse is quite glorious thank yeh very much.

[beaconbishop]

Let's not talk about your ass, yeah? I don't need your husband coming and trying to break my knee.

[jones-cameron-blog]

Pay was good, but I prefer my current job right now.

[beaconbishop]

I'm just glad I haven't stumbled onto your videos. I like you and all that --- but I don't wanna see your ass.

[jones-cameron-blog]

Wot can I say? ‘ve had every type o’ gay man thanks ta tha porn industry bu’ nothing compares ta my husband.

[beaconbishop]

Gross.

[truebornalpha]

I’ll just go…

[beaconbishop]

Stop doing that puppy thing. I'm trying to stay mad at you.

[truebornalpha]

I don’t remember any of that, I’m sorry I hurt you.

…Stiles broke your nose because of it?

[beaconbishop]

Can we stop talking about this now?

[truebornalpha]

I did what?

[beaconbishop]

You thought you'd be able to get me to get Brett's spellbook by doing that

I thought --- I thought i actually had a chance with you. And then you just took my heart and shattered it in front of my face.

[truebornalpha]

Why exactly did Stiles break your nose?

[beaconbishop]

Because you made out with me.

[jones-cameron-blog]

Yeah? Well I don’ go fer jailbait anyways. Plus yer cute but not rambly or skinny enough.

[beaconbishop]

First time I've ever been told I have too much muscle. Weird.