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fckinclaudia:

“look, i hate being that bitchy nurse. but this is icu. and the rules are only two guests at a time, and no one can really be in the hallways either. we do have a lovely waiting room.”

❝ oh, um, my bad. ❞ harry nodded, acknowledging he shouldn’t have been there. ❝ uh, i was looking for a teammate of mine, he got carried away mid-game i just wanted to check he was alright. ❞ he explained, ❝ is the waiting room just down there? ❞ he asked, pointing behind him as he didn’t want to make her job any harder than it needed to be by loitering.

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fulgvr:

“he requests that time off!  I can’t be a douche and put him on those shifts anyway!  He can’t be that awful, Harry.” newt tried to reason with him, although he knew it wasn’t going to budge much if at all.  “strange concept.” he said teasingly, “But come on, Harry, it wasn’t his fault.  You can’t take this out on him, it’s not fair.” he shrugged, “Plus I have a whole shelf of stuff if you want to drink that instead of whatever shit you just gave me to drink.” he teased as he immediately went to the kitchen, sliding the bottle onto the counter he opened a cabinet to grab a bottle of whiskey for himself out, leaving it open in case harry also wanted to peek inside.

“why aren’t you warning me, then? you’re supposed to be his boss, bosses are douches.” he rolled his eyes, more at the fact that rylan would actually request it off, though it partially made him realise the amount of effort that his brother was attempting. “mm, you know sometimes you just say words and i don’t agree with them so my brain just...mushes them into mush.” he mumbled with added hand motions for dramatic effect. harry watched as he took out a bottle of whiskey and nodded. “uh, can i ask for your advice on something?”

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ryanxxstevens:

Ryan crinkled her nose. “A bowtie? Seriously? Dude, come on.” She said. She cocked her head to the side and looked him up and down. “I’m not sure you could pull off a leather jacket though, but maybe we could try it.”

“well, what do you suggest--no, i’m not wearing a leather jacket. i’m not even going to waste the time on that. what about, like...i have no idea, what would you wanna see if a guy took you out or whatever?”

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gcls:

“ i mean—i guess it kind of depends what KIND of date you’re going on ?? like, if you’re going to a movie or something there’s probably no need to wear a bowtie or anything fancy. unless you really want to, i mean—you do you. if it’s a tinder date, just roll up in grey sweatpants. ”

“no, if there’s no need then i’m not gonna embarrass myself. i think it’s just...like, a casual thing so i think maybe i shouldn’t. it’s not a tinder date though, i didn’t even know what tinder was until recently, so...um, do you think just, like...flannel or something?”

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rylanpls:

“no, i’m your brother. it’s my job to embarrass you,” rylan said with a laugh. he figured he wouldn’t press harry on the matter of who he was going out with since he had avoided the question. “harry, it’s not 2012. bowties are unacceptable,” rylan replied, shaking his head. “you don’t need a tie at all if it’s casual. just wear a button-up… and make sure you fix your hair.”

“well, i think you should consider a career change personally.” he almost let a chuckle escape but tried his best to contain it–he didn’t want to give rylan the wrong idea that he was enjoying his company in anyway, though it was getting more bearable much to his unliking. “unacceptable? surely not. button up, oka–what’s wrong with my hair?”

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rory-lewis:

Rory smirked as he scoffed at the male. “Definitely go with the bowtie You’ll be dateless in 15 seconds.”

“noted,” harry sighed, chucking the bowtie back in his closet and not really caring where it’d end up. “what do you suggest? c’mon, i’m a walking disaster.”

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andybxrton:

“nancy …. are you sure that’s her name? because you sound very unsure of it, dude. or are you just nervous? what’s her hair color?”

“yeah, uh, you know, i’m pretty certain–i’m not gonna forget a girl’s name. yep, i’m super nervous, i don’t date at all, so. kinda black, like dark brown maybe.”

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adclinenicks:

“well, i always loved your bowties.” she admitted, smiling at harry softly. she stood up and looked at the male’s closet. “what kind of date is it? because if you wear a dress shirt and nice shoes for a walk in the park you’ll look super pretentious, but going to a fancy dinner in a t-shirt would be just a major faux pas.”

“yeah? me too. i don’t think it’s suitable, though.” he wondered, brushing his hand through his hair. “i think it’s casual, you know...just like...hanging out, but it’s a date– i don’t know. i haven’t really been on a date in...well, a while.” he admitted. “so something inbetween in the way to go?”

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rylanpls:

“date?? who is she… or he… or them??” rylan asked ecstatically, eyes lighting up. it seemed to him like the two were becoming closer lately, and it brought a smile to his face. “well, it depends on where you’re going. but please, for the love of god, never wear a bowtie, sweetie. unless you’re in a tux.”

“yes, a date–ugh, ry, can you not?” harry rolled his eyes gently, not wanting to admit that the date he was planning to attend was with a guy and so instead just tried to ignore the question entirely. “i feel like that shouldn’t be a rule as bowties are way better than usual ties, but whatever–i think it’s just somewhere kind of casual...definitely not tux worthy.”

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andybxrton:

“do you own converse or something similar? vans? something like those. because a friend-date means you’ve been friendzoned, dumbass. who is she then?”

“yeah, vans, alright. thanks, dude. i’d have probably ended up buying a tux or something without you. oh, shit, right...that makes more sense. uhhh....nancy? yeah, she’s um, new...she’s a new girl, in my class.”

[harryofc]

andybxrton:

“polo or button up and blue jeans. it’s always a safe bet. him — to them? care to spill the beans. i’m a total whore for gossip. also, good. if you go on a friend-date, you’re a fucking idiot.”

“sounds do-able, alright. what about shoes? they make or break the outfit, really. uh, no, it’s uh, not a he. nope, it’s–she’s, um, very much a she. no beans. isn’t a friend-date just hanging out? why would you call it a friend-date?”

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andybxrton:

“it’s a date — not a formal affair with the queen, i’m assuming. don’t wear a bowtie. how about just normal clothes? are you getting laid afterwards? do they think it’s a friend-date?”

“right, shit, okay. like, casual? i don’t want to look like i don’t put in effort, though. uh, i doubt it...i think it’s just a regular date sort of thing, um, i doubt i’m gonna fuck him--them, so, no, i don’t think it’ll end in sex. it’s not a friend-date.” 

[harryofc]

“what are you even meant to wear on a date? are bowties still in these days?” harry wondered, almost desperate as he glanced over at the person in his company, hoping they’d at least have some idea since he was hopeless.

[harryofc]

rylanpls:

“i know you’re not, silly. i just worry that you will,” rylan said with a shrug. “hey, i didn’t say it was bad, it’s just dorky. it’s just not my cup of tea,” he clarified. “some people think theatre’s dorky too, but that doesn’t mean i love it any else, and neither should you.” he shook his head fervently. “you may be an adult, but she’d definitely lay your ass on fire. not a good idea, harry.”

“well, stop worrying– i hear it’s pretty bad for your skin.” he nodded, since if something did happen to him, rylan wouldn’t exactly be the first person he’d call in an emergency. “you’ve not even played it, and theatre is the dorkiest thing ever, so you’re one to talk.” harry chuckled, not letting a bad word against dungeons and dragons ever go unfought. “i just don’t want the fuss, really.”

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adclinenicks:

“thanks.” she said, blushing a little and really wanting to be drunk enough to not have that kind of reaction. her eyes turned to look at the swim team, recognizing the type right away and laughed. “they really do look like lightweights. they look even more lightweight than me.” giving him her hand, she walked close behind him, spotting will doing a keg stand with his buddies. once they were in the kitchen, she let go of his hand and watched him prepare the drink. “oh, that looks very… life threatening.” she joked. it did look like it was going to taste like shit, but it also looked like it was going to get her mad drunk mad fast. “is it ready? it looks ready.” 

“we’ll see, they’ve been here a lot longer than you.” he laughed, knowing that the drink he was preparing was very strong. “not life-threatening, but maybe more reputation-tarnishing.” harry said, considering most of the people at the party were already making questionable choices. nodding at her question before putting a straw inside and handing her the jug. “tell me what you think” he smiled, watching her and waiting for a reaction.

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chvrlics:

she rolled her eyes at the comment, not entertaining the possibility that it affected her in any way. already exhausted by the day’s proceedings, she should have figured that even a supposed easy fuck would become more complicated than it needed to be. “thanks. oh, and absolutely – we’re totally in cahoots, trying to see how we can make your life more miserable, y’know.” the sarcasm was thick in her voice as she nursed more of her beer, before a grin found its’ way onto her lips. “foam finger? that’s cute. i mean, i’m no expert in brotherly relationships but it sounds like he was supporting you. crazy concept, i know. what’s your deal anyway?” charlie shot him a look, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not, before laughing. “oh, god no. i don’t think i have the capabilities of fully understanding football. sports are just too intellectually stimulating for my little brain.  you know what would have probably sped this whole thing up? you magically turning into anyone else.”

harry glared as she responded in such obvious sarcasm, maybe he was overthinking the whole rylan thing. “not at all cute. yeah, but why? he never used to come or care about my games before and now he’s acting like it’s his favourite thing to do.” he complained, hoping that’d clear something up. as she replied in a response that sounded al too familiar to one of his own, he realised he’d hit a nerve. “that’s just our thing, you know that. what’s got you so sensitive?” he wondered, not thinking he’d been particularly mean. “well, you didn’t call them.” harry teased, since in the end she did have a choice, and maybe he was last on her list, he was still the one there. “i can’t turn into, i don’t know, jimmygaroppolo or something, but i can get you something stronger to drink. maybe you’ll lighten up.”

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fulgvr:

“i can’t just support my friend, maybe i’ll sit next to him and we can start a fan club?  Talk to him about work and you.” newt teased with a chuckle, “besides there’s no way your character would live without mine so good luck with that.” he pouted, not wanting to get banned but not necessarily wanting to let go of the teasing.  “you don’t need to be so on guard around him all the time, it’s okay to relax just once or twice.  it would definitely stop making him try so hard.” he tried to reason with the other, knowing it wasn’t going to be completely welcomed but wanting to get it into his head so he could at least think about it – if he remembered the conversation in the morning that is.  “potter and scamander works for me too.  besides you act like that’s not your name in my phone.” he said the sentence in a joking manner although he was being completely serious.  “yeah just maybe you told a lie.” he teased despite taking another sip out of the bottle, he wasn’t exactly going to turn down the free booze his friend offered him.  “of course i have snacks, man, who the fuck do you think i am.” 

“that’s ridiculous, i think, if anything, you should fire him because then he’ll bee too bsy with that to come to my games–or, actually, why aren’t you putting him on shifts so he can’t come? this is all your fault, newt.” harry figured it was best to not get annoyed at newt, since he had helped him out a thousand times and he was one of his closest friends after all. so instead, he started to tease him back. he shrugged with a nod, in complete agreement. “that is true, that’s true–he’d be a goner. but if i relax once or twice he’ll get used to it, he’ll want to do things, like brothers.” he explained, as if that was the worst possible thing to ever happen. “it better still be, i’ve not changed yours in mine.” harry admitted before putting his hands up in defense from newt. “dude, hey, hey, i’m just making sure. no need for such language.” he laughed, shaking his head before kicking off his shoes.