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Emma raised her eyebrows sceptically as her keys were dangled in front of her, unable to ignore the wave of disconcertion that was washing over her. “I’ll just be taking those back then,” she said, grabbing the keys off his finger. “That wasn’t me panicking by the way, but I’m then I’m not quite sure why that’d be appealing either.”
“Whichever it was, it was still cute.” Brett grinned slyly at her, “What’re the keys for anyways?”
Emma raised her eyebrows sceptically as her keys were dangled in front of her, unable to ignore the wave of disconcertion that was washing over her. “I’ll just be taking those back then,” she said, grabbing the keys off his finger. “That wasn’t me panicking by the way, but I’m then I’m not quite sure why that’d be appealing either.”
“Whichever it was, it was still cute.” Brett grinned slyly at her, “What’re the keys for anyways?”
“I’m not weeping. Grown men do not weep.” Dev scoffed, shaking his head. “Or everyone loves when the self-absorbed ass gets hit. Least that’s what I was told that night. Don’t know how much of it is true.” He raised an eyebrow a moment later, slightly in disbelief at his friend. “This is the direction you choose to take the conversation in? Whether I’ve been doing my squats? See this is why I don’t go to the gym with you at all. This right here. You are far more invested in how I look than I am myself.”
“Then what are you? Because i’ve seen you weep more times in the last year then i have of my baby niece.” He let out a small scoff, holding up his hands defensively. “Self absorbed arse? Not bad, i’ve heard worse.” He gave Dev a look, a very unimpressed one. “I’m invested in helping you get laid. Birds are putting in work to wear makeup, do their hair, wear nice dresses. The least you can do is keep up appearances and do a squat or two yourself, man.”
they’re trying to keep heaven’s gates open late for me,
“Dammit,” Emma hissed, patting her pockets down after dumping the box by her door. “You haven’t seen a set of keys around here have you? I must’ve dropped ‘em somewhere on the way up.”
Brett held up the keys, allowing them to dangle from his forefinger. “Here. Just liked watched you search for ‘em all panicked.” He shrugged.
“Okay, I’m just putting it out there that Australia needs to come up with better television. What is some of the reality crap you guys come up with or even take? Why would anyone think something like Kiss, Bang, Love is good?”
“One of my coworkers mentioned this show just the other day as well. What is it?”
This was why Jules didn’t talk to guys in the gym. It was like all that time they spent benchpressing cut off circulation to their brains until they all thought they were God’s gift to women. Jules was pretty sure God’s gift to women was actually other women, who could groan in unison with them when faced with situations like this. As it was, Jules did not have any other women with her, and adopted an exasperated expression in place of a groan.
“Points for preparation,” she noted. Jules was many things, but she did try to be fair. She couldn’t help the words that fell out of her mouth next, though. “Unless you’re stretching it out on a doctor’s bed to get checked for a STI, no thanks, I’m good,” she responded on instinct. She had never been especially good at thinking before she spoke. It had gotten her into a significant bit of trouble over the years. Especially when people were hitting on her, or thought they were charming. It was a bit of a problem, actually, given that she worked in a bar.
“A STI?” He asked, impressed at her quick wit, letting out a laugh and nodding along, deciding he could play with it. She was feisty, and usually that made Brett groan forever, but she was kind of fun as well. Plus, she was hot. “I'm responsible when it comes to that stuff, but if you wanted to learn about my sexual history so badly, all you had to do was ask, love. Now that we know mine though, let’s move back onto you. Turn ons? Favourite positions?” He asked slyly, leaning in a bit closer even.
brett hayes
YOUR FAVORITE IS PROBLEMATIC: BRETT HAYES
where do I even begin!!
goes to the airport to pick women up
actually… goes anywhere and everywhere to pick women up
pulls cheesy af pick up lines
never gets tired of sex
has nice muscles
probably should take a break from all the sexy times
MELBHQ is throwing it’s first event, and guess what - you are all invited! Eveleigh Apartment’s very own resident bad boy, @amirzehri , is turning twenty-two and will have the ultimate Black-Light party to celebrate. This weekend, come join the birthday boy and his friends as they deck out one of Melbourne’s abandoned warehouses into the absolute place to be; free drinks, good company, glow in the dark everything and a DJ booth pumping mixes all night long - where else would you rather be? Let me just tell you now.. this is going to be one WILD party. Make sure you tag all starters with #melb: event1 AND #melb: start ~ also, when the event starts please drop all prior threads, which can then be resumed after the event has ended if wanted. Take note of the following times as to when the event starts:
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“You might have a slight point there. Expect it wouldn’t be all the time - just. Wednesday through Friday.” A moment later Dev laughed, shaking his head. “Oh I remember - in fact if you recall, people cheered in the bar when she slapped you. It was a bonding experience for us all, when you think about it.” He snorted. “Just because I prefer to drink my beer at home, on my couch, where I can avoid playing more rounds of ‘Have You Met My Friend, Dev?’, doesn’t mean my ass is sorry.”
“Wednesday through Friday? Man, you are letting your potential go to waste! You’re a bachelor now. You’re no longer tied down. You should be celebrating, not weeping!” Brett exclaimed. “Yeah, they probably only cheered because they were racist. Everyone loves when the black guy gets hit.” Brett said, with a shake of his head, rubbing his cheek now at the memory. “Your ass is sorry.” Brett insisted, before looking down at Dev’s ass and pulling a face. “Very sorry. Have you not been doing those wall sits and squats i’ve been telling you to do?”
“He knows,” Katerina answered with a prompt smile on her lips. Why she hadn’t known — or expected — that Brett would be here in Melbourne, too, was a shock. She should have known. Back when they were younger, the two had been as inseparable as could be, and so it only made sense that the two had not grown up at all — and thus stick to one another still. What did they say about birds of the same feather? Right. They stick together. “I filed for a restraining order first, so.”
At his next words — and at the way that his gaze moved across her body —, Katerina couldn’t help but crossing her arms across her chest. Now, she was done smiling. She was done smiling and pretending and laughing. She inched away from him and rolled her eyes, careful to make sure that he saw her hatred for him. “Possibly, you know, as people grow and change over time,” she said as a snide remark, “so that’ why I don’t see how it’s entirely possible how you and Amir haven’t grown up at all. Pity.”
Brett frowned, very briefly, at Katerina’s words. It was rare, if albeit impossible, for Amir to not tell Brett something, especially not something about his quote ‘crazy ex-fuck buddy’ unquote. Brett had always suspected there was more to the story. “Did you? Cause that’s not what he said.” Brett winced, faking sympathy for the girl. Katerina was the last person who’d need it, after all.
“Amir is old news, love. I’m Brett 2.0. Are you not checking out these fine as hell guns?” He lifted up his arms, flexing, in possibly the most douche-bag like manner, because he was Brett Hayes.
He was grinning. Jules felt like she was seventeen all over again, arguing with the fly half of her school’s Rugby First XV. It was not a particularly welcome association. “I’m actually not that comforted, but thanks,” she responded dryly, before glancing at his towel dubiously. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that the towel you use to wipe off all your sweat?” she asked, eyebrow raised. She didn’t even really care about germs—no more than a normal person, anyway—but it seemed like a valid point.
“I hate to correct a pretty girl, no matter how wrong she is, but you are indeed incorrect.” Brett spoke easily, “Two towels.” He pulled out another towel, an almost exactly identical one. “Keep one in my bag, for sweat, and one on the machine, to wipe off. I can show you how i stretch out my body next too, if you’d like.”
“sometimes i get so caught up in working that i forget some of you melbournians are canny fit, like. maybe i should get out more often.”
“No idea what you just said, love. But if it’s any consolation, i think you’re well fit all on your own as well.”
Katerina had known who she’d bumped into the moment she’d met his gaze. One did not forget Brett Hayes, after all — not simply because he was Brett Hayes, but also due to the fact that he was Amir Zehri’s best friend and partner in crime. And yet, she’d kept her facade. Yet, she’d kept the flirtatious smile on her lips, and the playful tone to her voice. Perhaps in the hopes that he wouldn’t recognize her? Perhaps in the hopes that he’d let her identity pass.
Hopes were in vain though as Brett obviously didn’t let her pass up. “I don’t know your name if I don’t accept you’re still alive in the same place as I am.” Despite the spite in her voice, Katerina kept her smile, her playful nature. “But oh! New discovery! You care about other people’s feelings now? Now, that’s progress if I ever did see it.” She gave a small, hollow chuckle before accepting the offer of Brett’s hand — a show for people who passed by them and did not hear their conversation.
Brett could see the fake smile and laugh from a mile away. Katerina had always been the best of the best when it came to faking it. “Well surprises are to be had for all of us then. Speaking of the devil, does Amir know you’re here? Or has he already filed for a restraining order?” Brett grinned, knowing he was usually quite a dick, but at least Katerina already knew that about him.
“I never said i cared, i was just surprised.” Brett shrugged, pulling her up easily, eyes scoping up and down her body as they always did. “Damn, Kitty, is it possible you’ve gotten hotter since the last time i’ve seen you?”
“But it is your fault for consistently getting me into this situations,” Dev snorted. “My life isn’t in shambles. It’s - mildly off course and vaguely imploding. There’s a difference. Besides - I think we can both agree on the fact that she was a raging bitch who I should have never gone near in the first place, different reasoning aside. Agreed?” His eyebrows quirked up, and a patronising smile played on his lips. “Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, my friend. You can’t just go to the bar like the rest of us can you?”
“Fun situations. I’m helping you live your life! Without me you’d be off crying nonstop about your failed almost-marriage.” Brett stated, matter of fact like. “I definitely agree. Also, i told you she was a raging bitch, but you just didn’t want to listen. She slapped me. Remember? Sure, i asked if she shaved down there, but i was doing it for you, man.” He shook his head in disbelief at the memory. “I hope you’re not including yourself in that statement, mate. Only time you ever go to the bar is when i drag your sorry arse there.”
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