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“A martini. Double olives. Now.” The blonde demanded, needing a drink more than ever right now. “Stat, bartender. Stat.”
“Crisse, stat it is.” Julien ran his had through his hair, regretting making a deal with his friend to take his shift tonight. He grabbed a glass and poured the gin, then the vermouth and swirled it. He added the olives and placed the glass on the counter; he could make a martini in his sleep, “You’re drink, madame.”
“I would tell you to surprise me, but honestly? I can go with a glass of whiskey for now. If you have it.”
“Rough day? I’ll get you that glass, cause it looks like you need it.”
Laurel picked herself up, brushing off her coat. “You bumped into me but somehow it’s my fault? Yeah, I don’t think so. How about you watch where you’re going next time instead?” She scoffed, glaring at the man.
Julien raised his eyebrows, “How about you don’t stand in the middle of a busy street? You know they’re for walking, right?” He dug his hands into his suit jacket pocket.
“A whiskey sounds like a good choice – if you have that.”
“Whiskey is my drink, my man. I’ll get you a glass.”
“Every drink, huh? Well let’s shoot for.. sex on the beach.. while having sex.. on the beach.”
As sexy as that sounds, I’ve got a liquor cabinet, not a cocktail bar.
Wait, what? I’m sorry.. uh.. maybe I just didn’t hear correctly, but b-best friend?
Yeah, you know, when we were kids.
– starter for @julesbeaumont
“I have a boyfriend,” Amel said abruptly from where he sat naked on the bed, the covers carefully wrapped around his waist despite the fact that he and Julien were alone. In truth, he didn’t know if Julien already knew; despite the fact that Amel hadn’t told him, he could never really be sure of what exactly Julien knew about him – after all, he neither knew how enraptured Julien was by pop culture, nor how efficient his Googling skills were. Amel glanced at the other man, avoiding eye contact at the last possible second. “We’re–ah… in an open relationship. It’s new.” He looked down on his hands, folded above the covers in his lap. The thought that his boyfriend would be bringing some stranger home that evening ignited a singe of jealousy and sadness in Amel’s chest – although perhaps what made him more sad than anything was the fact that he didn’t feel as strongly as he ought to. He didn’t feel as jealous as a man in love ought to. “I don’t think it’s working very well.”
Julien looked down, hanging his head and pursing his lips at Amel’s revelation. He’s never really been one for standards, and he’d been the cause of quite a few break-ups in his time; although he’d argue that because he was never the one in the relationship, he shouldn’t have gotten so much of the blame. But this was different. As far as Julien was aware Amel was an actor, and although he’d never really looked into how famous he was (he didn’t want to ruin the idea that he was sleeping with the next George Clooney) if he was famous and this alleged affair got out, it would be costly for the both of them, whether it really was an affair or not. Julien rested his back on the headboard, turning to look at Amel, “So which way is it? He’s sleeping around and you don’t like it, or you’re sleeping around and he doesn’t like it?”
“I don’t suppose you’d know where I could find a decent pint of beer, would you?“
“You’re definitely talking to the right guy for that. It really depends on what you’re looking for.”
Laurel was standing on the corner, looking up and down the street while admiring her new city. Where should she go first? There were so many restaurants and little stores to explore. The blonde didn’t realize she was standing in everyone’s way until another body collided into her, sending towards the ground. “ —Hey?!”
Julien rolled his eyes, rubbing the arm he’d collided into her with. He stopped his heated pace to turn around, already on edge after waking up half an hour late, “Hey, some of us have work in twenty minutes, and they don’t have the time to be bumping into bloody tourists.”
Laurel was standing on the corner, looking up and down the street while admiring her new city. Where should she go first? There were so many restaurants and little stores to explore. The blonde didn’t realize she was standing in everyone’s way until another body collided into her, sending towards the ground. “ —Hey?!”
Julien rolled his eyes, rubbing the arm he’d collided into her with. He stopped his heated pace to turn around, already on edge after waking up half an hour late, “Hey, some of us have work in twenty minutes, and they don’t have the time to be bumping into bloody tourists.”
Coffee? I promise I didn’t do anything to it, I just ordered one too many when I was getting some for my family.. So now I have extras. It’s good, I promise!
Like you’d poison your old best friend, right? Long time no see, Em.
"So, what's your poison? I've got just about every drink under the Sun in my liquor cabinet."
“Hey, could I get that channel changed to the Liverpool game?” Oliver motioned to the flat screen that he was watching which was positioned behind the bar. He held up his pint glass, “And could I get another beer please?”
Oliver had just gotten back to Montreal after his holiday home with his family and was already feeling homesick. But, preseason was starting for the Impact and he had work to do. But, he made one last stop before going to his townhouse to grab some dinner, a few beers, and watch some futbol.
Julien scoffed from behind his drink, before putting his glass down and turning to Oliver, “Honestly, Liverpool? If you’re gonna demand we watch soccer at least choose a decent game.”
“Is it an outcome of this magical cupcakes recipe you’ve been talking about lately? What’s in there again? – – – Oh, man, this is delicious.”
“Yeah, that would definitely be the pot I put in there. I’m trying this whole new thing, they’re an alternative to pot brownies.”
