Javier Huerta D.M.D.

#lola #javier huerta | conversations

"Drama?" Javier's jaw clenches. He loves Lola, but at times, he just wants to scream in her face. "Lola, Andrea is fucking dead," he pauses. "So yeah, I guess you can say there's drama."

charmymemes

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

Hieronymus

Pierre

Ira

#ask meme

Horses. Ash listens, perked up as he plays with his glass back and forth in his hand. That was the most prevalent? He finds that very interesting, considering his background in and out of stables and farms. He's worked for a long time with horses. Done a bit of everything, but his youth was mostly spent around the giant beasts.

"We... have a lot.. In common." He explains, and releases a breath as he shifts to sit up straighter. Taller, a bit more intimidating to most. He signs: 'I took care of horses in the past. S-T-A-B-L-E B-O-Y.' He finger-spells it, not sure if Javier will get the word through ASL.

Then: 'A horse killed someone at one S-T-A-B-L-E.' Ash's grin widens. 'They can be scary, have to be careful.'

Ash sits taller. Javier slouches in his chair, getting comfortably shorter. His eyes fall onto moving fingers, and he smiles. He'd learned some ASL essentials mostly to interact with his coworker at first, and then he had started using it with a couple of his patients. "You worked stables? Shit that mustn't have been easy," of course Javier took a great deal of time taking care of his horse when he visited her, but most of the work was done by stable hands.

"No shit. One kick in the head and you're dead." He knew better. He'd been doing this since he could ride a pony. "I had no clue that you'd done that before," sure enough the other was not talkative by nature, or design, but they had been co-workers for a while.

There was a reason that Kamilah was made boss. A potential in her that could be trusted to keep them growing and finding new ventures where they could excel. Time would prove that she was worthy, and time was what she had. Explanations were give to those that needed to hear it — which weren't many.

She leans back in her seat, putting distance between them. Despite their friendship, having Javier with her tonight was important and she hoped he saw it. A defined brow raises at him. "Oh guapo, I know you can pull teeth." There was always more to someone, like she knew there was more to him. Appearances were deceiving and considering half of the people in this very room were wearing masks. "Are we going to toast to something?"

"Oh piss off, you're not fucking with my horse is all I'm saying," he gave her the sort of look that wasn't so much about fear as it was a warning. Javier wasn't the sort that liked sharing or losing things of his and that horse was among his most beloved possessions.

The drug manufacturer wanted to have a relaxed evening with his friend and try not to think about work for once. New Year's Eve was surely one of these evenings where you could get some fucking rest, no? Christmas was about spending time with your family, and being thankful for being all together, New Year's Eve was for friends and having a great time with whatever means possible. "A toast ? It's mandatory, yes." He smiled, raising his glass. "To another successful year, with less blood and more money. To Andrea, wherever she is now. I loved you mami," he waited for Kamilah to say a few words before he took a long sip.

It's just a little tease and it's quick - the man pilfers about in peoples' mouths enough, it only seems fitting. Ash picks up his own glass, leaning into an elbow. The grin back and the fake 'ow' just makes Ash grin too. He rolls his eyes, signs: 'Kiss it better?' with a deep, rumbling chuckle.

Then he's enjoying his own drink, listening - it's always been something Ash has been good at. Focusing on others and taking it all in stride. Remarkable is a word that he doesn't hear often, and he's sure it's simply about the sewing up of his tongue, the skin grafts. But he chooses to take it as bragging rights. A smile as if he's been complimented personally. "You... find... many things... f-fascinating, then?"

Maybe arrogance is just a common thing to be found within the cartel. He catches that smile and rolls his eyes, not in mockery but rather as he realizes. "Oh, why, yes, I do." He could immediately elaborate on the matter. Instead, he takes another sip, and makes a mental list of the things that are quite fascinating to him.

"The most prevalent would be horses," his mother was a horse girl and all of her offsprings had caught that particular bug. "Though animals in general are of interest to me. I almost considered becoming a veterinarian," though working in the city he'd have mostly seen cats and dogs all day long and that sounded a bit redundant. "There's cooking. Not baking tho. I prefer savory dishes," and there was running. And hiking. And rock climbing. He also enjoyed dancing quite a lot. "Anyhow, I tend to take an interest in most things, which is not always fun."

The dentist deadpans. Does he need to explain that tongues happen to be sort of in the middle of said teeth and that he has to work with those too? Against those, mostly. Gotta keep the tongue from pushing teeth to the front. For something so small, it's quite the remarkable muscle.

He licks his lips, and smiles. "I know." He is no speech pathologist but he certainly is aware that teeth have more to do with precise sounds, aptly called dental sounds. There's the professional urge to ask to "open wide" but that's not his patient and maybe he's morbidly curious. Still, he's annoyed he didn't think to bring gloves to the tongue watching party. Nevermind. He reaches out, firm fingers taking a hold of the other's chin to angle it toward the light, but never prying it open. If he wants to mess with Javi, so be it.

He's uncharacteristically silent, his eyes lingering on the scarring, and inevitably, on potential work done by a colleague on those teeth.

Ash stays still even as drinks are set in front of them - two jack and cokes, since that's what he'll usually drink when he stops by the bar. But even with the clinking of glass, he keeps his mouth open, waits as Javier turns his head, looks inside his mouth.

He tries not to smirk. And eventually as a finger gets close to his oral cavity, the man closes his mouth, biting it. Gently, and quickly, before moving to pick up his glass and take a soft sip. "Mm." Eyes meet from behind the rim of his drink. He takes his time swallowing. "Find it... interesting?" He asks. "My tw...twisted tongue?" And twisted is right. But it works, and for that he's grateful. He leans into arms. "Expand... your job..." He tries to explain - trying to say Javier should go into tongue surgery, if he's so intrigued.

Surely the waiter must wonder what's happening here, but people working in those sorts of places are discreet, doing their best not to interfere with the experience, and before Javier can become self-aware is gone.

And before Javier can remove his finger, he feels pressure around his thumb, far more gentle than any patient that got anxious while sitting in his chair. Doesn't even leave a mark. Javier looks at Ash with furrowed brows, dragging his barely sore thumb to his own mouth. And then a wolfish grin. "Ow."

Picking up the glass, Javi took a small sip. "Interesting? It's quite remarkable work," it wasn't every day that you came across someone with that sort of reparation work done on them. "Oh no, I'm not about to bother with that." He shakes his head. "If I studied everything that fascinated me, I'd have ten different jobs at once," possibly more.

Ash only takes a moment, slipping out to the backroom and popping out from a side door. He's already loosening a tie, carefully undoing the tie-clip Agatha gave him and tucking it into a pocket so he doesn't lose it. Relaxing the upper buttons of his shirt.

"I will... show you my tongue." He puts a broad hand on the small of Javier's back to lead him. "Patience." Ash nudges him with a tiny grin. Can't help it - the other's interest in his mouth is far too interesting to be treated normally. The hotel bar sits comfortably around the inner edge of the restaurant, and there's a nice spot away from prying eyes- not that it's a busy evening anyways. He slips out of his blazer, and sits. Shoots Javier a look before eyeing the waiter, who's already making a drink for him. He signals a 'two' and the waiter just nods. "It is... not my ...teeth, you know..." The man is still tall even seated, leaning close. Finally opening his mouth for him, maybe a bit slowly on purpose.

The dentist deadpans. Does he need to explain that tongues happen to be sort of in the middle of said teeth and that he has to work with those too? Against those, mostly. Gotta keep the tongue from pushing teeth to the front. For something so small, it's quite the remarkable muscle.

He licks his lips, and smiles. "I know." He is no speech pathologist but he certainly is aware that teeth have more to do with precise sounds, aptly called dental sounds. There's the professional urge to ask to "open wide" but that's not his patient and maybe he's morbidly curious. Still, he's annoyed he didn't think to bring gloves to the tongue watching party. Nevermind. He reaches out, firm fingers taking a hold of the other's chin to angle it toward the light, but never prying it open. If he wants to mess with Javi, so be it.

He's uncharacteristically silent, his eyes lingering on the scarring, and inevitably, on potential work done by a colleague on those teeth.

It's easier when Ash is texting the other - he can say whatever dumb shit he conjures up in his mind. And often, he does. His friends have to deal with his odd texting more often than not. In person, he must measure his words, take his time. Sign occasionally, but not everyone knows the nuances of it.

"So you... came just to... see me?" He asks curiously. Tilts his head and grins at Javier's interest in his mouth. Ash taps a finger to his own lower lip and winks. "Later, dear." Those words somehow come through easily, as he lifts himself back to his full height. Glancing to the side, he catches a curious eye at his concierge. An unspoken 'you all set if I go?' and a little nod. Perfect. Ash shoots a finger gun at Javier.

"Like I said, you still haven't showed me your tongue," he keeps his voice to a moderated level. If he was trying to mess with Ash, he'd purposely keep his voice up enough for his coworker to hear. Being an embarrassment is a hobby.

He smiles, his usual crooked, one sided, half satisfied half mocking smile. You never know if he's laughing at you or just content.

Leaving the counter's side to wait for Ash in the lobby, the dentist takes a look around the room. He's not wearing his lab coat but he still looks rather out of place. Dentists and these people simply don't have the same tailor.

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A familiar face pops in at the hotel's front lobby and there's an immediate smile from the manager behind the desk. Ash has nearly forgotten that he's invited the man for drinks at Racines after his shift is done- only because of a host of annoying issues with various guests that he's had to sorted out with his usual kindness and patience. "You're... early." He points out, leaning his long frame against the counter. He's finally got a moment where he's not being yelled at by some affluent asshole. "Too... excited for our d...drinks?"

"Last patient was a no show," he looks up at the giant, as he so fondly calls him. Most people in the Cartel stand a head shorter, some even more than that. He glances over his shoulder, half expecting to see Derio or Agatha's outline.

Leaning his forearms on the counter, the dentist can't help but glance at the other's mouth. Reconstructive buccal surgery ? That was in no way his specialty but it was among his favorite medical interests. He preferred working on occlusal shit. People who couldn't close their mouth properly, or who grinded their teeth. That sort of shit.

"You still need to show me what that surgeon did."

"Si," it was open. Probably one of the busier nights for it and she had people there she trusted. If there were any issues, she'd be the first to know. Her head slants side to side, thinking about his offer. "Let's see how the night goes." Amber hues flicker down to her feet when he does, twisting them a little to show off her heels. "Working my way there." She teased, quite content with her current position.

The thumb across her cheek surprised her, comforting and nice nonetheless. At the mention of Thalia, many thoughts and questions crossed her mind, opting to keep them to herself. "Here I was thinking if you were on your best behaviour, I'd be the one in your bed." She'd let him decide if her words were real or not. "I can do the head horse if you'd like." Hues fixated on his lips pressing against her knuckles. "Bueno."

"Lo se," he replies. But he can't help but think about Felix. A lot of people expected he'd take over after Andrea. Javier, who hardly cared about politics, didn't feel like he had a say on the matter. As long as her decisions didn't hurt the Cartel, he'd support her.

Javier takes a look at her. They're good friends, but ever since their drunken hook up, a couple months ago, things had been a bit blurry for the both of them, and he finds himself wishing things were easy again. "I thought you wanted me to take initiatives on the matter," her words. She preferred to give up control on those matters. Javier gave her a fond look as he stated. "I advise against messing with my horse. Keep in mind that I know how to pull teeth, and how not to pull teeth," of course she wouldn't, and the threats were made empty for this reason, but he preferred reminding people that just because he was the sort of nerd that collected books and antiques related to dentistry, it didn't mean he was harmless. He also knew how to poison people without them noticing, though he kept that to himself.

"I want to dance, but how does one dance to this?" It wasn't that she couldn't, but she didn't. The music didn't call to her, make her body want to move. "If it gets better, then si."

Kamilah raised a brow at his words, intrigue seeping on her features. "Dios mio, Javi. Trying to make me jealous?" There were mixed emotions that crossed her, shaking them away. "You are my date, si?"

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"The Cancun's open tonight, no?" Beat. "If the music's too stale for your feet, we can always sneak out and head there after midnight," his eyes fall to her shoes and he raises his eyebrows. "Women should rule the world based on the fact alone that they can dance in those," women, and drag queens. He'd trust them to do a better job than the politicians they had in office this past century.

Javier paused for a second, wondering if this was a real question, a real worry that she had. Deciding that it was not, he played along, leaning forward to brush his thumb against her cheek. "Is it working? Should I expect the head of a horse," god no, "or Thalia's," somehow that worried him less, "in my bed tomorrow morning?" His smile grows and he reaches down to catch her hand, placing her kiss on her knuckles. "Si."

aaltossea

#thalia #javier huerta | conversations

The dentist took a look over his shoulder, catching the way her eyes willingly observed him as if he were a prey for her to devour, all while she pieced together a response to his inquiry. "You won a fight?" His eyebrow shot up. He didn't expect that. Obviously, he had noticed the cuts on her knuckles but the doctor had been unable, most of all, to pretend he didn't notice how toned each of her muscle seemed to be. The way her triceps contracted as she held onto his desk was still etched firmly in his memory because Javier had looked at it for longer than he cared to admit. Discarding away the wipe, he pulls his boxers back on and come to sit onto the floor between her legs, cleaning her up gently.

He doesn't really have the energy to stand up now either, and the best he can do is a lazy kiss onto her knee as he leans back to throw away another wipe. Her hands get wiped clean next, before he disinfects the small cuts on her knuckles. The half crescent marks on his chest. "Are you saying I no longer will be seeing you at the Cancun?" Half hooded eyes glance briefly up at her as she puts her hand on his face. "Arnica and compression," depending on where the bruise was. He didn't like bandaging torsos when he could avoid to.

"Arm," he held out his hand, getting up on his knees to take a look at her bruised bicep. Then came her ribs, her thighs, the mark of his fingers against her throat, and an apologetic kiss against her neck as if to make up for the trouble. "Remind me to never upset you," she most likely can hear his smile in his voice, though his gaze goes back to being disturbingly analytical as he inspects her split eyebrow. It isn't much to worry about no, but stitching it up would also avoid her to get a bad scar there. "You need stitches, Miss Self-Medication," hardly, but he knew best. "I'll go get a needle and some clothes on." Picking himself up, he leaves her all by herself and wanders off into the corridor in just his underwear. They're all alone, what does he care?

Kamilah doesn't respond to the comment, merely gives him a smug ass bitch eating grin and a small shrug to her shoulders. Not her fault he set himself up for it. He could be a major pain in her ass, but at the end of the day, he was there for her when she needed it; like tonight. She would have someone to ring the new year in with.

She nods her had at him. "I would definitely be dancing more. What they are playing, es una mierda." Kamilah would judge. She raises a definite knowing brow at him. "¿Estás seguro de eso?"

"If it's dancing you want to do tonight, I'm happy to oblige," a bit risqué perhaps, but she knows he can keep her with her, move just as well.

He leans onto the bar stool, his hand resting on the back of hers, his chortle welcoming the deserved criticism. It's not his style either. The switch to Spanish is natural. It's possible he's seen him chat Thalia up, and maybe do a bit more than that. "Alright. Caught red handed."

aaltossea

Who: @javier-huerta Where: Javi's Dental Practice

The rush of adrenaline. It still pounds between her ears from the blow against her temple. She can still feel it in the frenzied beat of her heart against bruised ribs. But she had won and the money, wads of green tucked tightly away in her duffel only increased the euphoria. It was ecstasy. Knuckles that would soon show bruising rapped sharply against the glass of the door. An answer didn't take long. Quickly bodies were pressed together. Heat. Passion. Pleasantries were not exchanged beyond the necessary, neither party was up for much talking when their lips could be doing other things.

#javier huerta | conversations #thalia #Mostly okay tbh #Just being safe

samemiistakes

Despite his attempts, Gabriel’s own laughter fights its way through, short and quiet but no less genuine. “I'm warm-blooded, don't you worry.” Which is inherently true. Even if his hands feel cold to the touch, he feels warm—hot even, beneath his sweater, from how he's been constantly moving all night. And now it feels like he's in a can of fucking sardines, with how many people are around. Yet, he can't focus on the pairs around him, when he's focused on the pairing he's unintentionally made with Javier and himself.

We’ve been training for this moment for years. It's true, so he doesn't argue it, but why does this feel different? He chalks it up to love (and lust) in the air, as the countdown officially begins. Seconds to midnight, seconds to make a decision. The challenge is fucking accepted.

“Fuck it,” he mutters under his breath. As if to punctuate this declaration, he closes any distance between him and his friend, waits for that final second to reach twelve o’clock on the fucking dot, and then his mouth meets Javier’s. This isn't new to either of them, however the kiss lingers a little too long. He gets a little too into it as well, with the way his hand reaches up and his fingers tangle themselves into Javier's hair.

If he's going to do this, he's going to do it right.

#gabriel #javier huerta | conversations

“I'm warm blooded." Javi frowns slightly, until a classy comment tumbles out of his mouth. "Hoe." Eyes dart to his friend's haircut, lovingly coined as slut era hair. After the things he'd been through, Gabe deserved to have his fun. Javi wasn't sure he felt the same way about himself. He might have gone from bed to bed, nothing managed to get him rid of this sense of void in his chest.

Even if he's been daring him to kiss him into the new year, he doesn't expect to get more than their usual smashing of lips, drowning in joy and celebration. It's softer, lacking the regular groping and shaking of one's arms. It's hard for him to pretend this is a regular platonic kiss when the other weaves his fingers through his hair, and Javier wraps his arms around Gabriel's waist, pulling him flush against him as he kisses him back, lips caressing, parting naturally to breath him in.

When they part, he can't help a quiet laugh. "We're never beating the allegations."

"Sometimes we must endure torture to end up a better person," she smirks smugly at him. Kamilah could have came to his aid, but what fun would that be in. It made up for the attire he chose to wear next to her. "Not good for your teeth, but we've talked about this." Another dig she would give him, liking the response she'd get. He was fun to rile up.

He might not understand the importance of him by her side for the night. Walking in with him was a relief off her shoulders. That she wasn't alone. Her arm looped through his, leaning slightly into him. "If I'm being honest, I'm bored Javi. This party is nothing compared to what we could throw back at the club. Bring in the New Year the way it should be done." Chocolate hues glance up at him. "Are you staying out of trouble?"

"Ooooh, shady bitch," he scoffs, tongue in cheek, and raises his hand to poke her shoulder. Then she comes for his teeth's health and he barks out a laugh. "Alright, alright. I guess you chose violence tonight," a pause, "I'll think about it next time I have my espresso and morning cigarette." With a cheeky grin, he leans into her side.

"We could have a better time in the barrio," he agrees. He didn't find the party dreadful so far, but he could agree that it could have used a bit more warmth. "Me? I'm always out of trouble, per fa."