the city;

leo murphy - "but if we're gonna do anything, we might as well just f u c k."

[swansrio]

i w i s h

[kylicgreenaway]

               “ Never. Your face just turns really punchable when I get annoyed. “

[leoomurphy]

“Like you’d punch me, love.”

[leoomurphy]

Second Chances || Larah

[slovetts]

          She had spent already too much time in front of the mirror and she could’ve sworn that her eyeliner had never been better and her usual dark lipstick was also in perfect shape but she was still messing with her hair whether she should leave it with her natural messy waves, tie it up or straighten it. And was that dress alright? The ocean blue of it with her leather jacket and the black of the thigh highs, the skin-tight leather boots that reached her knees. Finally, she had to pull herself away from the mirror and keep repeating to herself that she was going for work shite, nothing else. For Christ’s sake, nothing else, nothing else, nothing else.

           But if it was nothing else then why the bloody heck was she so nervous? She was never nervous for working. The only excuse she had was that this was Leo and they had history together but no, that was it and that kiss had meant nothing. Nothing despite the fireworks around them and how her mind finally quieted down and she felt so good and at ease, how gazing into his eyes in that comfortable silence just came naturally and they could still read eachother. But it still didn’t mean a thing, let alone the fact that she’d crossed oceans for getting away from him and yet she was back in the United States and about to buy an apartment there and just all around settling down there. No matter how her fingers insisted on clutching the strap of her bag as she stepped out of the cab and faced the building.

           She was on time when she’d arrived but fear crept in and she stayed outside a few more minutes, smoking one of her gitans and gathering up the courage for coming in. God, please, please, let this night go right. Finally, Sarah got ahold of her ability to walk and talk and think again and she stepped in and out of the elevator, stood outside of his door and finally, finally, knocked a couple times, putting on her best nonchalant smirk.

[leoomurphy]

Every moment that she wasn’t with him made him a little more anxious, but Leo found himself calming down when he heard a knock at his door. “Show time,” he murmured, before walking up to it and swinging the door open. When he did, he lost all sort of coherent thought process. Sarah in the doorway was fucking gorgeous, just as he remembered her. He couldn’t help but check her out, his eyes taking in every part of her and stopping for a bit too long at her breasts. “Wow, Sarah, you look… whoa,” were the only words he could get out until Leo got control of his brain once more. “Please, come in,” he said, holding the door open and standing out of the way so that Sarah could get through.

Leo closed the door behind them and made his way through the small apartment. “Okay,  so the kitchen’s to the left, bathroom’s the closest door on the right, my roommate’s room is next to the bathroom and then I’m on the end,” he announced, pointing to the doors when he said them. Leading back to the table which he had set, he turned to face Sarah once more. “So, can I interest you in a drink? I have wine, but I also have vodka and your favourite, absinthe,” he laughed, gesturing towards the drinks. He didn’t really know what to do next, so Leo just pulled out the chair so Sarah could sit down, and then returned to his side of the table and sat to face her. He hoped that he was doing okay, since his nerves had crept back to him again, and he didn’t really know what to talk about. “So, you wanted to talk and for me to listen, correct?”

[mattysteeth]

Be a riot cause I know you. 

[swansrio]

m a t t y

[kylicgreenaway]

              “ That would be a great thing for my nerves, yeah. I would certainly appreciate that, my dearest Leo. “

[leoomurphy]

“You, nervous? I doubt that.”

[kylicgreenaway]

                 “ You’ve said that like a thousand times in a period of five minutes, angel. “

[leoomurphy]

“I know, I probably should stop complaining, right?”

[leoomurphy]

Second Chances || Larah

Leo never should’ve tried to cook for her. The time on the microwave clock on his and Roxie’s apartment says 7:49 and he’s struggling to cook spaghetti, and he’s panicking because all that Leo wanted to do tonight was to make a good impression. He was wearing his nicest leather jacket (one that had belonged to his dad), and the cleanest pants that he owned, and he’d cleaned the apartment so that he could make Sarah believe that his life was together. But now, he had no  hope. He debated ordering a pizza and just throwing all of this cooking nonsense out the window, but he was a Murphy. And Murphys never gave up. So, he tried again, fiddling around with the food on the stove, and making sure everything looked nice. He’d swiped a bottle of Merlot from work, and placed it on the table between the Absinthe and the Vodka, not really sure what to put out.

Truth be told, Leo sucked at being romantic, or whatever people wanted to call it. He was good at one night stands, and getting fucked up and blacking out, but anything else, he was horrible at. But this was Sarah, his Sarah (as he sometimes still said in his mind, even though he didn’t own her, she was too fierce to be owned by anyone), so he was going to try. They’d kind of been left at a standstill, they kissed and that was the last they’d seen of each other. And the kiss, boy, it was so much better than anything he had remembered, and it had sent him back in the right direction. It had motivated him, in a sense, and made him want to write and try to regain that passion that he once had.

After a shitload of frustration, Leo finally placed the food on plates and waited for Sarah, wiping the sweat from his brow in the process. He was starting to get nervous, and so he went out on to the balcony and lit a cigarette, knowing that this was not going to be easy. Leo didn’t want to fuck up his second chance, he just wanted Sarah back in his life and for everything to be the way that they used to be, but different. Snuffing out the light in his cigarette and dropping it onto the ground, he smushed it with his boot and walked back inside, the clock reading 8.02. She was going to be here any minute, which only just made Leo more and more nervous.

[slovetts]

       “ And promise me you won’t be a bloody tosser when I tell you things you don’t want to hear. “

[leoomurphy]

“I promise.”

[slovetts]

            “ Alright, I’ll be there. Promise me you’ll be willing to listen to me though, yes? “

[leoomurphy]

“Ugh, fine. I promise to listen to you, Sar.”

[leoomurphy]

“Ugh, I’m so tired.” 

[adrian-quinn]

“London, as well! Right in the center. More like the center of universe than this city, I believe.”

“Well, thank you! You’ve just made my night.”

[leoomurphy]

“I can agree with that one, this city isn’t as nice as London, but it’s manageable.”

“Not a problem. Us Brits gotta stick together, right?”

[slovetts]

              “ That’s the attitude. Well, I don’t have an apartment of my own yet so… Any place of your preference? “

[leoomurphy]

“My place, eight o clock. It’s a ten minute walk from the pub I work at, just keep walking up Avenue D and swing a right down New York Ave. Number 1403 is my building.”

[street-queen-savannah]

“You forgot?” She put air quotes around the last word, shaking her head,”Frankie I am going to need more than that.” She watched him stammer over his words, shaking her head. “This is your second reminder. If I have to remind you again…” She let the thought finish itself before waving him away. With a heavy sigh, she turned and clicked her nails on the bar counter to get the bartender’s attention,”Drunken Sailor please.”

[leoomurphy]

“Right away,” Leo sighed, finding the ingredients underneath the counter to prepare the drink. Rolling his eyes slightly as he faced away, he handed back the finished product within a few minutes. “There you go, love.”

[slovetts]

              “ How thoroughly ironic that I find the person I practically ran away from. Anyway, before doing that article I would really fancy having a talk with you. It’s important. “

[leoomurphy]

“Name a time and place and I’ll bring the alcohol.”

[karenxmatthews]

“Coming right up! Did you want a large?” 

[leoomurphy]

“Sure, yes please.”

[songbird-lilah]

“It is! I’m so lucky that I get to be doing what I love.” Suddenly realizing she was talking about herself way more than normal, she nodded towards his guitar. “So, do you play often?”

[leoomurphy]

“Good on you,” he replied, fiddling with the threads on his shirt. “Um, kinda. It’s my job, I’m rhythm and lead vocals in a band.”