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@graysonbirley
( andrew garfield. cismale. he/him. fake happy & paramore. ) well, would you look at GRAYSON BIRLEY this year? i’ve heard they’re a full THIRTY-THREE years young, and an EDITOR at BIRLEY PUBLISHING. you can always find them sipping an OLD FASHIONED while they SAIL. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to QUEENS by CAR.
INTRO / PINTEREST / PLAYLIST.
ALEJANDRA.
“ FAIR ENOUGH . PAINT NIGHT IS ESSENTIAL . ” with a job as demanding as hers , she just needs a hobby or two to just unwind . paint night is that hobby for her . and she always appreciates grayson being able to join her for it . “ speaking of andie , is she doing okay with all of this ? it probably can’t be easy for her to sit in those meetings . ” and for that , alejandra is grateful she isn’t the eldest member of her family . “ i think the worry is coming from the fact that we’re getting absolutely nowhere with it , y’know ? ” she takes a sip of her drink before moving to sit on the stool placed in front of her easel . “ it doesn’t help that we feel even more vulnerable now than before . ”
GRAYSON’S CAREER ISN’T AS INTENSE AS ALE’S, but even then, he’s still someone that has to make the important decisions from time to time. and for someone like grayson, nights like these with one of his closest friends are the ones he looks forward to the most. “it’s andie. she’s the strongest person i know, honestly.” despite the underlying issues in his family, andie is someone he’s looked up to, especially in light of recent events. “but i am trying to check in with her more. she won’t ever ask for help, but maybe i’ll be able to help if she needs it.” and sometimes that’s just him being the free babysitter for the evening. “you really think we’re not?” grayson asks as he sits in his own stool, placing his drink on the table. he doesn’t mean for the conversation to turn so serious so quickly, but it’s hard to not talk about the elephant in the room with everyone he comes across.
ANDREA.
She rolls her eyes upon realising that Grayson has been roped into the role of ball boy. Taking her eyes of Isaac for a moment to turn and see Grayson coming in she smiles and reciprocates the hug. She gives him a look that lets him know that Isaac has been driving her mad all day. “I swear, sometimes I miss the terrible two’s. I give it around five minutes before that ball ends up back in the neighbours yard again so I suggest you hide it.” she says with a small laugh before turning back into the kitchen. “You want a drink?” she asks as every now and then her eyes flick through the window to check on Isaac.
HE CAN’T HELP THE LAUGH THAT ESCAPES, and her words only confirm the fact that he’s just happy to be the fun uncle instead of having to always be the responsible adult. “i’ll put it up here then,” grayson says, pointing towards a tall bookshelf. there’s no way his nephew will be able to see it for at least five years. “yeah, that’ll be nice,” grayson tells her before walking into their kitchen. “how’s it going besides having to be on your toes all the time?”
AIYANA.
open starter II @duskstart
location II in line @ random coffee shop
aiyana give a small smile towards the barista as they handed her back her change. the only thing she had been craving was the toasted almond latte from this particular coffee shop for some reason. she put back in her air-pods, only to immediately take them out when she heard the familiar static like voices. unsure if it had to do with her … banshee senses or if someone had actually said something. “ - did you say something?” saying out loud to the person next to her, eyes flickering around quizzically.
GRAYSON LOOKS UP FROM HIS PHONE, and it takes him a moment for grayson to realize she’s talking to him. he shakes his head, smiling at the other. “no, that was the guy behind me,” grayson answers, discreetly pointing his thumb to the guy behind him. “apparently he’s mad that the line is taking so long.”
HARRY.
“ OF ALL THE THINGS I’D LIKE TO PUT IN YOUR MOUTH, words is not one of them, ” harry laughs, finding himself funny. “ how about another round, but both drinks are for me ? ” there’s a reason he doesn’t typically entertain humans as friends : they can never hang when it comes to getting drunk. and the last thing harry wants is to carry grayson’s ass back home, knowing all fingers would point in the vampire’s direction if he got hurt. why humans were even on the stupid council was beyond him.
“HMM, ALCOHOL? i like the way you think,” grayson says, wagging a finger at the other, and he’s ignoring all the places his head just went with a comment like that. it’s only because he’s tipsy anyways. “and make it top shelf too. i know you have money.” as if grayson couldn’t afford it on his own.
ANDREA.
closed starter, at andrea’s house, queens @graysonbirley
“Isaac. Stop throwing the ball in the neighbour’s garden, they’ll keep it for themselves if you do it again,” she warned her son after the third time he’d purposefully thrown it over the fence in-between the two properties. The truth was her neighbours were really nice; an elderly couple who were always friendly and forgiving each time she went around to collect the ball. This time she didn’t hurry round to get it, just for Isaac to throw it back again and laugh each time. She kept an eye on her son through the window as he kept himself entertained by jumping in puddles of water that had surfaced on the lawn. She reached for her cup of coffee and brought it to her lips to take a sip, only to be disappointed about it being cold again. Upon hearing a knock at the front door, she called out, “It’s open, come in.” Her eyes were still focused on Isaac through the kitchen window.
“SOMEONE MISSING A BALL?” grayson calls out as he walks into his sister’s home, holding a ball in his hands that her neighbors have given him. his nephew had been too focused on the puddles and getting muddy to even notice him walking up, which is honestly fine with him. he loves isaac, but he does not envy andie for having to clean up the mess that will eventually be in her home with those shoes. “hey,” he says as he sees his sister, setting the ball down in the hallway before going over to her for a quick hug. “i take it isaac’s been a busy body all day?” at least he only has to see him for hours at a time, maybe a full day if he comes to visit him in his apartment, but he knows he’d be exhausted if he had a kid all on his own.
MAYA.
“Right!” she nodded as she agreed with him. “Recovering seems to take longer each year I get older.” Not that she thought she was old but she definitely wasn’t able to drink and seemingly skip the hangover the next day anymore.
Shaking her head at the embarrassing thought of even more people seeing her dance like that again. “I’m sorry, that was a one time thing. You’ve missed your chance.”
“I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S A BLESSING OR A CURSE,” grayson admits, and a small part of him figures it’s a blessing. otherwise he’d be partying too much that’s appropriate for someone like him if he had the abilities he had in his college days. he laughs at her reaction before his bottom lips juts out, forming a pout. “i can’t believe i missed out on it. maybe next year, you’ll make a comeback.”
HARRY.
OBVIOUSLY HE WANTED HIM TO FAIL. that’s the point of the game. what good is a game that harry can’t immediately win ? “ if you wanted to buy me a drink, man, you could’ve just done so, ” he smirks, giving the human male a light pat on the back. “ apparently i need to catch up. ”
“AND NOW YOU’RE JUST PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH,” grayson says, but there’s the hint of a smile on his features. he’s too drunk to actually care. “maybe one more round. you probably have a higher tolerance than me anyways.”
ALEJANDRA.
“ YOU COULD BE SUPER busy at your publishing job and have to work the occasional late night , y’know ? ” she jests before taking a sip of her drink . “ oh definitely . you and i are probably more aware of the implications of her death than the general population . ” it’s not a good look when one of the oldest vampires in the city dies . just like that . “ i’m doing as well as i can . it’s cassius i’m worried about . he took two weeks off from work which is definitely understandable . what about you ? ”
“NOTHING IS EVER AS IMPORTANT AS PAINT NIGHT,” he tells her, shaking his head in disbelief that she believes he’d ever take his job that seriously. plus, he’s in one of the highest positions and makes his own hours most days. grayson lets out a sigh, and it’s enough to want him to down his entire drink. “i know. everyone at work is freaking out about it, and i’m just glad andie is the one that has to sit in on all the meetings.” because he would probably be the one freaking out in them. grayson nods his head, and he’s reminded that he should most likely check in on cas too, even if he’s had an annoying amount of people checking on him. “i’m doing okay. it’s a little startling, and i can just feel that people are starting to get even more worried about it.”
ESTELLE.
it’s funny that the word DRY CLEANERS come out from his mouth , woman blinks in surprise at him and tilts her head to the side . “ dry cleaners ? ” she asks with a soft chuckle , not at all making fun of him , just amused that someone still uses them . “ i will not have someone getting sick just because i am cold - ” estelle insists , but she reaches out for his jacket and it feels warm and : “ but it is a bit chilly , isn’t it ? ” her nose crinkles , and she’ll take the jacket and wrap it around herself . “ if we had a blanket it would be much easier to share … ” she mutters , almost annoyed that she’s out here without her jacket . “ but yes i am , estelle , essie , elle - i’ve been called everything at least once . well , grayson , i’m sorry to be a burden to you today . ” a pause , she studies him - she hadn’t forgotten him either , which made this all the better . “ was it a good night ? the rest of your new years , i mean . ”
HIS HEAD TILTS TO THE SIDE. “what’s so funny about the dry cleaners?” he asks, knowing the blonde isn’t making fun of him, but he still thinks it’s fun to tease her. grayson shakes his head, and he’s not the most stubborn person, but when it comes to someone else’s wellbeing, he’ll be the first one to give up something. “i will be fine, i promise.” he’s used to the cold, but he can’t deny that his arms are slightly colder than they were before he took of his jacket. but at least he’s in a sweater anyways. “next time, i’ll be sure to carry one with me just in case this happens again,” he tells her with a laugh. his smile doesn’t falter, and he’s already thinking of a different nickname to see if he can come with one she hadn’t been called before because he’s annoying. “you’re not a burden at all honestly. you kept my evening interesting,” he tells her, and he’s walking close to her just because the body heat might help keep both of them warmer. “it was. i just went home at the end of it and woke up with a killer migraine at first, but i got over it pretty quickly. “how was yours?” he doesn’t bother including a disclaimer about rosamie, not wanting to weigh down the conversation so quickly.
HARRY.
“ ALRIGHT, ” HARRY ROLLS HIS EYES, letting out a small huff to hold back a laugh. “ i change my mind, no playing this game with you. clearly you’re too smashed to handle another drink, anyway. ”
HE POUTS SLIGHTLY, he knows he’s a little tipsy, but he certainly isn’t that bad. “or maybe since i’m smashed, i see right through you.” he squints, taking one last sip of his own drink. “you just wanted me to fail.”
MAYA.
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“It took me a day or two to recover, I slept a lot and had a bit of help from ben and jerry.” She loved to eat ice-cream after drinking although it was a strange hangover cure. “Apparently a little after you left I ended up dancing like a chicken, so won’t be doing colourful shots again any time soon.”
HE CAN’T HOLD BACK HIS LAUGH because his hangover was bad enough to where he stayed in bed until the afternoon, but he was at least better by the evening. “i’m definitely not at recovering quickly as i used to be.” considering he’s calmed down so much since when he was partying heavily. “no,” he says with a gasp, finally letting his laugh escape. “i should have never left, that would have been amazing to see.”
ESTELLE.
her grip on his sleeve doesn’t loosen , she leaning against a brick wall in an alley , breathing softly . she holds onto him like he’s the only thing keeping her standing . “ merde , shit , sorry . i think i wrinkled your shirt - ” nose crinkles as she hyper fixates on something else , anything else , which meant the edge of his sleeve . she doesn’t even notice that he’s offering anything to her before eyes flash up with surprise , and she’s always putting people first . “ wait , no . you’ll get cold , this sweater is fine - ” so long as she doesn’t spend more than five minutes out here . “ much better . i can - breathe more easily . ” and head tilts , she gazes at him with recognition written all over her face . “ i met you at the new year’s gala , didn’t i ? ”
HE’S TOO FOCUSED ON THE BLONDE TO NOTICE, but he doesn’t really care about this shirt anyways. he smiles gently at her, shaking his head. “i’ll give it to my dry cleaners, it’s not a problem.” because of course, grayson birley gets his clothes dry cleaned. “i will be fine, i promise.” he’s used to the cold, and he’d feel absolutely horrible if she was out here shivering while he was comfortable. grayson relaxes a little knowing she’s starting to feel better, and he’s been there many times before. so of course, he’ll go out of his way to help someone else out. “yeah, you did,” he tells her, smile widening. “i’m grayson. and you’re estelle, right?” because how could he forget someone like her?
ESTELLE.
her hand will find itself searching for something to hold , grasping onto the sleeve of his shirt , and avoiding eye contact with the people surrounding them with her head tucked down . “ thank you - ” she mutters quietly , accent unusually thick in her panic , ducking behind him . “ i just - ” and the blonde lets the two of them get out of the building before continuing , taking a deep breath . “ need to get away from all those people . ” something’s there in that building , and she doesn’t know what , but she does know she needs to get away before she’s revealed in the general public .
HE CAN’T HELP BUT TO PULL HER CLOSER INSTINCTIVELY, and grayson’s been in this position too often, but it had always been the other way around. “of course,” he says softly, leaning close for only her to hear. it’s cold as they leave the building, and grayson’s already taking his jacket off to offer it to her. “here, if you want it,” his tone is still tender as he looks to the blonde. “how are you feeling now?” there is barely anyone on the street, so he’s hoping that estelle feels better than before.
ESTELLE.
( @duskstart ! ) her power had never … been this strong , the death of rosamie lynn shouldn’t be triggering her power like this , but - today felt like an over lasting headache . she could throw up if she’s here any longer , and yes estelle could control the shuck - but at what costs to her body ? ‘ i need to get out of here - ’ she mutters , grabbing onto the sleeve of the person next to her , only doing it out of a need for help . ‘ please . ’
GRAYSON’S ALREADY REACHING FOR HER, hand finding the small of her back. he doesn’t know what’s going on, and he figures she’ll tell him if she’s ready. if not, he’s comfortable in silence too. “let’s go for a walk, yeah?” grayson suggests, nodding to people as they walk by them, but he’s hoping they understand that he’s trying to clear a path for them.
HARRY.
location : alchemy lab, night
featuring : @duskstart
“ LET’S PLAY A GAME : guess my age, and if you get it right, i’ll buy you a drink. if you get it wrong… you owe me a drink. ” the smile harry offers is impish, he can’t help himself. “ come on, give it a go. ”
GRAYSON’S REALLY DRAMATIC ABOUT THE WAY HE SWIVELS IN HIS CHAIR, eyes squinting as he scrutinizes harry. he hums, keeping the other in suspense ( or at least trying to ). “you don’t look a day over seventy five, harold.”
ALEJANDRA.
LOCATION : paint night @ alejandra’s apartment
FEATURING : grayson birley ( @graysonbirley )
“ THANKS FOR COMING OVER , ” alejandra smiles at her friend . with everything that’s happened , a night to decompress is exactly what they need . she finishes garnishing their drinks and makes her way over to the living room . “ an old fashioned for you , ” presents the drink to grayson before moving to take a seat . “ that was certainly one hell of a way to start the new year . ”
HE’S SHRUGGING OUT OF HIS JACKET, glad that alejandra doesn’t seem too worked up about everything. “you think i’m going to miss paint night?” but honestly, there’s no one else he’d rather spend his evening with given all the chaos going on. “you’re too kind, my friend,” grayson says as he takes his drink graciously. “yeah, and it’s still carrying on. a lot of people seem like they’re going through it.” he shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink and honestly, it’s better than one he could have gotten at a bar. “how are you doing with it all?”