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Julia: if i spray painted the walls in my apartment, do you think my landlord would notice?
Julia: ALSO ELF IS ON TV
Ryan: I don't know and to be honest don't care we're doing it it's in my head now
Ryan: I'M COMING TO UR ROOM
Sam smirked and wrapped his pink around Ryan’s. “Pinky promise, lassie.” He said, his lips in a lazy smile. Sam looked up and met his eyes with Ryan’s, lingering there for a moment before casting them downward to his drink. He finished the last of it, waiting for all of the alcohol to hit him as hard as he knew it was going to. “Oi, where on earth do ya work?” He asked with a chuckle. “Ya’re always welcome. Drinks on me ‘cause I like ya. But don’t go advertisin’ the free drinks around, yeah?” Sam laughed, raising his eyebrows at the girl before him. Truthfully, he wouldn’t mind if Ryan came around the pub every day, because well, he didn’t exactly mind seeing her. Not that he’d say something like that out loud to her. Well, not sober at least. “Dance—?” He hardly had time to protest before Ryan was pulling him up by the wrist and taking him to the dancefloor. “Ya know I’ve got two left feet, right?” Sam tried to tell her, but she was already twirling in front of him, and hell, he was on his way to hammered—so why not? Sam wrapped one arm around Ryan’s waist and pulled her in with a small, shy smile.
"A comic book store." Ryan said giggling- the alcohol was getting to her alright. She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, "Hmm, I don't know free drinks? I'll always be there then and you'll get sick of me." She teased. The music felt like it was vibrating through her entire body and the alcohol was coursing through her veins as she spun around and he pulled her closer. She definitely needed this night, she couldn't remember why she was sad in the first place. Ryan laughed loudly over the music, "It's okay we can stumble around together!" She threw an arm over his shoulder and placed one hand on his chest, her fingers closing around the fabric of his shirt as she looked over at him playfully. "You're not so bad."
Wait...
Uh, yeah. I had a lot of work to do, but I’m giving myself a break. Do you have a name?
Sounds like something I should do too. Oh yeah, I'm Ryan, and you are?
"I feel like I would abuse the power if I was a private investigator and would never get any actual work done. But being a photographer is just as awesome. I suck at taking quality photos."
"Oh me too, I'd go around just finding out dirty little secrets about everyone that don't help anything. Thanks, it's something I always loved, I'm taking photography classes for it now. But it's just a hobby."
Wait...
No, I’m sorry. I’m normally a good listener.
Well lucky for me you didn't hear that then, anyway, busy day?
"You have a very valid point, I’d be an idiot to say no.”
"So come on over, come on over babyyyy."
I don’t know about never, but I haven’t so far and I-I am not of legal drinking age.
But I can totally get us yummy margaritas and we can sit down and loosen up a little, me from studying so much and you from whatever it is you're stressing about.
"We’ll go huntin’ for yer pink Christmas tree one of these days, yeah?" Sam offered and flashed her a flirty grin. He chuckled as Ryan sang before tossing down her shot, and he watched her throat as she swallowed, before flickering his eyes back up to hers. Sam picked up his own shot and knocked it back, startin to feel his cheeks get warmer and his body hum with that familar haziness. As he felt himself start to feel looser, his mind started to ebb away at the harsh thoughts of losing his brother, and the comfort of the alcohol craddled him into a state where he didn’t think so terrible about Tom. He snapped from his thoughts and looked to Ryan. "I work at a pub down the block from me apartment. It’s actually owned by an Irishman himself, which is kind of nice. It’s even got this little baby grand piano that me boss lets me fuck around with once I’m off me shift." Sam told her with a grin. "How’s about you help me find an incense burner and I’ll help you find a pink Christmas tree?" He proposed, rasing his eyebrows. "Spilled coffee isn’t flatterin’ on any color shirt. Especially when ya’re already ten minutes late. But maybe ya’re onto somethin’, darlin’.”
"That better be a promise mister." She smirked, leaning closer to him and extending her hand, "A pinky promise." Ryan laughed lightly turning back to her own shots and moving them around thoughtlessly for a moment before turning her gaze back to Sam, she could tell for a minute he was thinking of something else and his face reminded her of a sad photograph. Thank God she didn't have her camera with her, that'd be weird to go around snapping pictures, not that she'd ever cared much before. "You work at a bar, that is awesome, you better believe I'll be coming around after my shift ends now. I need a strong drink whenever I'm done dealing with grown men arguing about who saw the last Spider-Woman comic book on the shelf first." She rolled her eyes. Work was interesting to say the least, it was better then being in a kitchen all day though. "That sounds like a great plan, see now you're learning how to give and take." She teases before raising an eyebrow. "Oh I'm always on something- wait what, no, that came out wrong. I either sound like a crack head or a whore, whatever let's dance!" Ryan said, taking one last shot before she got up and grabbed Sam's wrist, tugging him up with her as a song she knew came on and led them to the dance floor. There wasn't lots of people dancing but that never bothered her.
julia-nash:
Julia lifts the glass to her lips, only to stop as soon as Ryan mentioned Scott. “What?! You met Scott?” She hesitates, wanting to be somewhat sober to hear this story.
"Hey you cheated." She pouted and then sighed, smiling over at her. "Mhm, it is true I met the bae. What, you scared I'm going to scare him away once he realizes you've got a crazy protective sister or something?"
Aye, I promised I could handle me liquor. [He chuckled good-naturedly, and followed Julia’s lead, taking his own shots.]
I work on the docks. Ship mechanics and such. And then, back in Scotland I used to build carrier ships. I worked security on a cruise ship for a while between.
And you keep your promises that is great. [Ryan said enthusiastically, smiling as she took another shot. She was getting drunk for a good cause.] Wow that sounds brilliant! I think I remember you on that cruise. I worked in the kitchen but I kind of just burned everything and my friend would help clean up my mess. You probably had a bad plate before and was all like bloody hell who made this shit? I did, sorry. Definitely didn't want to be a cook all my life, I'm actually studying to be a lawyer now.
Wait...
Were you talking to me?
Yeah...but I, I was just thinking out loud, I do that sometimes it's pretty embarrassing so, never mind..
"Thank you, I tried. Your place? Do you have amazing dance music?”
"'Course! I have amazing everything at my place. And there is tequila. And me of course."
"Why are you going around taking pictures of random people? Are you like a private investigator or something?"
"Oh God no I wish, that'd be brilliant! I could go around stalking people and find out their deepest darkest secrets. No no I'm just a photographer."
"I put on a nice dress and I need to get the hell out of here. I don’t care where you take me but let’s go."
"Wow, you look great, what about my place?"
Moodboard 004: That British Girl and that American Girl - Ryan & Julia (ft. hyfryan)
"We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend."
"That’s fantastic! I’ll definitely drink to that. Not that my ‘drink to that’ standards are very high or anything, but this is cause for celebration."
"Thanks baby boo. Also I officially met Scott, anyways yes lets drink!" She exclaims, taking her shot.
"A pink Christmas tree, eh?" Sam chuckled, raising his eyebrows at Ryan. "I like ya’re taste, Ry." He said, picking up another shot and holding it in between his fingers. "Well, this week I’ve covered for three arses at work who can’t keep schedule, broke Savannah’s favorite insense burner by mistake, and spilled me coffee all over me shirt this morning." He lets out a sigh, and shrugs. "Life can be a right bitch."
"Yep! I saw it in a comic book at the store and now my heart is set on one. Why thank you kind sir." Ryan smiled and grabbed her next shot. "Babybabybabybabybaby I'm on firebaalllll" She sang before taking the shot. This week had been about much more than just picking out a Christmas tree, three years ago this would've been the time when Ryan and her brother Soren were deciding whether or not to take the drug deal. And they would've decided yes, they'd do it, she would've decided. She turned her attention back to Sam and laughed easily. "That sounds rough. Where do you work? I know several little shops around here that have incense burners maybe you could get her a new one. And believe me when I tell you I understand, I'm a klutz. It's why I never wear white shirts to work anymore, if my shirt is already brown and I spill coffee on it was the coffee ever really spilled? The answer is no Sam." She states before taking another shot.
