𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 ⇨ 𝒇𝒕. 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂.
when: her laser tag bday, o5/13/2o22.
louis had spotted lana pretty soon after they’d gotten there, obviously he knew they’d see each other, since it was her party too, but that didn’t mean that he’d actually done any prep as to what he’d say. everything had ended so abruptly between them - their few month long relationship cut short unexpectedly just before he went on tour, despite giving her the impression that they’d keep on making it work, and he wasn’t sure if the three months since they’d seen each other had really been long enough that louis could just act chill.
but the beer helped, and the time spent interacting with friends before he slowly but surely made his way round to lana just as everyone was getting ready for another game. “hey,” he offered out, kind of reluctantly but he tried to play it off as chill. “happy belated birthday, did you have a good one?” a nice, simple, on-topc question. where could he go wrong? @condorslana
The idea of having a joint birthday party with Mat was genius, in theory. They hung out all the time, they both loved laser tag, easy peasy. In practice, though, she hadn’t realized that Mat would invite her ex boyfriend as one of his guests. The last thing she wanted to do was have to make nice with a man who up and left her with no warning, without any effort to try to keep it long distance between them. She knew that it was risky getting into a relationship so soon after ending her previous relationship before Louis, but she was willing to risk it because she thought they could make it work. And yet...
Lana had just gotten back from the arcade, her little game card full of tickets tucked into her pocket as she readied herself for another round, when Louis approached her. She swallowed, her fingers tucked firmly into her back pocket of her jeans around the card, leaning against an arcade machine and determined to keep her legs from shaking to violently. “Hey, yeah. Thanks, I did. Family, friends. I was on set, but it was still nice.” She looked down at her shoes, determined not to sound as bitter and hurt as she felt. “How was tour?”