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peter-mckenzieâ:
âGo for it, mate. Good luck getting a drink though.â His eyes were on the man who approached him with the inquiry. He looked familiar but Peter had seen so many faces in passing throughout the years in London that he probably would find most people to look familiar. âSuppose everyone thought it would be a god idea to end the weekend at the pub, right?â He commented about the volume of people in the vacinity without much thought. He wasnât horrible at socializing, especially after a few drinks.Â
"Eh, Iâm waiting on someone anyways, so doesnât bother me much.â he responded with a shrug, figuring the manâs commentary was a pretty clear go ahead that conversation was welcomed, or at least okay. FĂ©lix was relieved at that, finding conversation a much more entertaining way to pass time than looking at a screen was.  âReally does seem like the whole neighbourhood showed up, doesnât it?â He mused as he looked around the pub. While it wasnât a place he visited often, he had been there enough to know this was certainly a good night for business.  âAny guesses why? Iâm thinking...Margaret Thatcher fan club meeting?â he asked, dry as a bone, despite the fact that he was joking.
cressidawuâ:
âI wouldnât say there was anything strange about my being right.â If there was one thing she loved most about him ( an impossible decision really when there was so much ) it was that he had never once tried to dim her confidence to light up his own. He didnât fall into the trap that so many others had in being intimidated instead of embracing it. There was only mutual respect and endless support. Perhaps the second thing she loved the most was watching him work and the endless amounts of talent that flowed into his designs. As much as she could and would wax lyrical about him, now wasnât the time when they were rallying playful words back and forth. A tennis match far more entertaining to her than any at Wimbledon. âI suppose that does have a certain charm to it. Itâs a shame youâre a successful one.âÂ
Smug grin spread over her features as he plucked the hammer from her hands when sheâd had no intention of being the one to put the nail in the wall. âNow that was too easy.â With a gentle pull of her arm towards her, his hand still gently wrapped around it, she closed the space between them. Kiss was pressed against his lips quickly before she twirled away to pick up the painting. For once she was thankful that she had been to the gym that week, the weight of it taking her somewhat by surprised. But that didnât stop her from hefting it up and flashing him a grin over her shoulder as though it weighed nothing. âYou really need to work on those arms, babe. This isnât that bad.â
âOf course, what am I talking about? I forgot that you, Cressida Wu, have never been wrong a day in your life.â His tone was serious, but he assumed they both knew he was teasing.  â--Or at least thatâs what you tell me. An unbiased source, to be sure.â FĂ©lix was an easygoing, affable sort of man, one who without much effort could get a long with most people, and always felt at ease in social situations. But with Cress, it was that way only ten fold. Never did he have to mind his words or worry if a joke went too far or if he teased too much, everything between the two seemed to flow easily, without friction. And while many would believe that had been years in them making, he wasnât sure if thatâd be right. There was an undeniable feeling of being at ease, even when they first met all those years ago.
âBut doesnât it count if I was one when we first met? You canât blame a man for moving up in his profession. I mean, Iâm pretty sure I would consider conning an already cheap hostel so both you and friend would do one night on, one night off on the singular bed you rented would count as starving, no?â His life certainly had been different back then. He missed the adventure of it somewhat, although he wouldnât change anything about his life now. His point was only proved as Cressida came in for the kill, and with surgical precision, landed a quick kiss on his lips, dancing away before he even had a moment to respond, to deepen it any further.  âAlright, for that comment alone, Iâm going to take my time hammering in these nails, see how your arms feel afterwards.â
artistainsleyâ:
Ainsley couldnât help but chuckle, it was so strange to see him uneasy this way. She was thankful he had reached out though, she had missed working with friends for as much as she tries to act like the loner type. âPlease, I wouldnât have offered if I hadnât meant it,â she said, shaking her head. âHow about a shoutout if it comes up? Although I wouldnât say no to a burger either. Iâve been messing around with enough logo software on my own time that it wonât be a huge job, so donât worry about it,â she smiled. âHave you got a computer around?â she asked. âAnd then I want to hear about this feature youâre getting, Iâm really happy for you, your work deserves to be seen.â
FĂ©lix was normally a cool and collected guy. It took a lot to agitate him, for better or worse, but as soon as he had hung up on the call, FĂ©lix had felt a sensation that had been unfamiliar to him since childhood: butterflies. The publication had been one of the few the man had followed since the beginning of his career, saying that one day his goal would be to work for it or be in it. And now one of those was happening. Hopefully.  âI know, I know, but still, super grateful.â he insisted.  âOh, you know it. Shoutouts out the ass, I promise. And I will happily throw in a burger. Medium rare, well done?â he questioned, in jest mostly to show just how desperate he was for her help, but would also note her answer for dinner orders later.  âYeah, yeah--â he replied, walking behind a desk before pulling out his mac book.  âI just, I do everything on paper so I just never really got around to using all the programs some people use these days and I guess Iâm just an old man now.â he said with a shrug and a chuckle as he handed it to her.  âAnd honestly, I have no idea how it happened. I mean, my friend Jade has recently taken over the social media aspect of the studio and I guess she knows what sheâs doing because they reached out after seeing this piece I did on this up and coming rapper and now here we are---With me up the creek without a paddle and begging you for help.â
peter-mckenzieâ:
It wasnât a bad thing to end the weekend at the local pub, but maybe it was a bad thing to go to work hungover the morning after. Peter chuckled thinking about how a lone man drinking may look to others. However, despite his current state, he wasnât drinking away his troubles, instead he had simply run out of liquor at home and the pub was closer than the shop. He was actually surprised by how full the place was, maybe there was a game on that he wasnât aware of.
@londoncitystartersâ
Normally, FĂ©lix was a strict observer of the unspoken âone stool betweenâ policy that most pubs followed, despite his outgoing and friendly nature, he knew some people didnât appreciate it. But tonight, with the busyness of the establishment, it was quite impossible to follow. Tapping the bar in front of the only seat and next to a lone man to get his attention he spoke up.  âSorry to interrupt, man, but mind if I sit here?â FĂ©lix was the type that could and often would strike up a conversation with anyone, and in fact, quite enjoyed doing so. But he couldnât get a read on this man, couldnât tell if he was the type that wanted to be engaged or not.
niicck-thompsonâ:
âOh yeah,â Nick chuckled, âThis sandwich definitely has the potential to destroy relationships,â He joked and then shook his head, âAh, I see, an analytical mind, I donât really know whatâs in it, and I donât want to find out, I like to keep things mysterious, you know? Adds a little bit of a magical element.â
âWha can I say, Iâm the one person that actually wants to know how the sausage is made.â he said with a shrug, eyes roaming the menu board to see if it betrayed any of the Korean Gangsterâs secrets. But it was true, FĂ©lix would often have a meal out, only to go home and later that week try and recreate it. He was fairly good at sussing out ingredients, and he enjoyed the challenge.  âNow do you go behind the counter and make it yourself or will someone come out eventually?â he joked, understanding that they were probably doing something productive out back, but also needing to get back for a booking.
valentine-dupontâ:
There was a lot of faraway sounds that Val could tune out as he worked on edits, listening to the gentle scrape of forks, cups being placed on saucers. Coffeeshops were usually his preferred space to work, if not his own flat where he could light up a blunt and smoke on the balcony. But there was a peaceful quiet, one earpod in, listening to his assistant reading the text theyâd laid down a few days ago and sighing. Despite the tranquil space, he couldnât focus as well as he wanted to. After a moment, he tugged the earpod out and felt for his iced mocha, leaning back with a release of air. âThis fuckinâ sucks.â He mumbled, running a hand through his messy curls. âRemind me why I write for a living when I hate hearinâ my own words spoken back tâme?â He laughed, shaking his head. He took a sip from the straw, shaking his head. âI need tâtake some time off.â
Charcoal covered fingers flew across the page, as FĂ©lix tried to wrap his mind around a design concept. Despite the client having laid out exactly what they wanted from FĂ©lix, he couldnât exactly find a way to make it real, at least in his own style. And thatâs what they came to him for, so if he couldnât do it in his own style, what was the point? Sighing, he unbent his neck, the sounds of the cafe pouring in as he did so, unaware that he had been so focused to the point of tuning all else out. Rolling his neck around to loosen the crick he had given himself, he let his eyes wander to the rest of the cafe, before falling on a nearby neighbor, just in time for words to spill from their mouth. Unsure if they were talking to FĂ©lix, but figuring itâd be rude not to respond if they were, the man decided to respond, the worst being he would be ignored.  âAh, I know that feeling very well. Not...Writing of course, but looking at your own work is...Torturous to say the least.â he chuckled slightly, looking down at the many failed attempts of a design in his notepad.  âWhatâre you writing?â he inquired of the man, having always been intrigued in those who could turn words into something so much more, a talent FĂ©lix never seemed to excel in.
niicck-thompsonâ:
Nick chuckled, âOh yeah, this sandwich took me places I didnât even know existed, itâs not meant to last though,â he sighed longingly. âNice to meet you Felix and this, my friend is a Korean gangster and according to its description it has a slutty sauce that I donât know what it has or what makes her slutty but itâs Totally worth it and I recommend it, I actually recommend you get two, one, for now, to wolf down, and one to take home, light up some candles, play some soft music and have a private moment with.â He joked.
âKorean gangster with slutty sauce...â FĂ©lix let the words roll off his tongue and couldnât help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of it. Businesses were really wildinâ, huh?  âI think I may just have to stick with one, although I believe you about itâs worthiness. Just...Well, my fiancĂ© isnât a jealous woman but that situation you just described, well, that might be the thing that does it. â FĂ©lixâs fingers tapped on the counter top as he waited for someone to come up front and take his order.  âWhatâs in it, anyways? Kimchi? Korean barbecue? Possibilities are endless, really.â
itsjaderamirezâ:
âHow about I make you a bet?â Jade told the person next to her with a smile. âI bet that I can beat you at that game of darts.â Pointing the to dark board across the way from them. âIf I can beat you at it, then drinks are you all night. But if you beat me then well drinks are on me. Unless you have something else you want?â She asked just to make sure that they werenât wanting something like free food or top shelf liquor. Especially since her credit card was almost at the max as is. âSo what do you say? Do we have a deal?â
âOh, no, no, no.--Iâm smarter than to make bets with you, Jade. Been there, done that, bought a t-shirt and sold it at a yard sale. Iâm not making that mistake again.â FĂ©lix chuckled.  âHow about we just play a game of darts and Iâll buy the round?â He had fallen into this trap many times before with Jade, when they were younger, in some exotic locale half way across the world. And many time he had come out of it with a wallet lighter than when he arrived. And even though while now he could afford that, he wasnât much in the mood for a competitive night.
cressidawuâ:
âWell no oneâs perfect. Though I come pretty close.â Hair was tossed in playful vanity before she couldnât help but press another kiss against him, this time catching his check as he turned to flash her a grin. Reluctantly she moved away from him, hands trailing along his sides as she stepped back. She continued to speak as she wandered through to where she was certain she had left the hammer, voice filled with faux heartbreak as she did. âItâs such a shock, Iâm still processing. Here was me thinking you reached my level of almost perfection -â She paused her search to peer around the doorway at him once more. â- now it all feels like a lie.â Eventually she found the hammer, returning triumphantly with it. As she spoke she waved it around slightly, using it to help animate her words. âYou have a deal. And if anyone questions it weâll just make out like they donât have enough of an artistic eye to âget itâ.â
âHmm...You know, strangely, I agree.â he replied with a grin as his eyes followed her form as she wandered through their flat, looking for the hammer. He loved to watch her move, regardless of what she was doing; dancing, walking, gesturing as she spoke to others. All her actions shined with this undeniable amount of confidence. It was hard to describe, but other peopleâs confidence seemed heavy handed to him, whereas hers seemed light, and bright.  âTo be fair, i do have many other attributes.â he argued playfully.  âWhat woman doesnât want a starving artist, after all?â he jested, although he was far from starving. Business was good, after all. --- He dodged playfully as she gestured, hammer in hand, before gently grabbing her wrist and prying it from her grip.  âIâm sorry, but youâve proven you can no longer be trusted with tools.â he grinned.  âBut feel free to give my poor vanity arms a break and hold up the painting, will you?â
@hughastorthorpeâ
FĂ©lixâs hand hovered over the door handle, pausing as he read the text from Cress. Work was holding her up, as that processed FĂ©lixâs eyes shot up to the well dressed man he had seen through the window, Hugh. The two got along fine enough, and FĂ©lix was always happy to hang with any friends of Cressâ but...Usually Cress was there. He couldnât think of a time he and Hugh had spent more than 5, 10 minutes tops, alone together. And by the sounds of his fiancĂ©âs texts, itâd definitely be more than that. With an almost imperceptible squaring of his shoulders, FĂ©lix finished his action, opening the door and walking into the fairly posh bar. Unsure if the man had seen him, FĂ©lix figured heâd simply slide in next to him, instead of calling out.  âSo--Looks like weâre on our own for awhile, man.â Â