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Oh hush! I’m sure you’re just fine. I mean, you can’t possibly be worse than what I’m about to turn into. So come on, we’ll make fools of ourselves together! Take the shot! Please?
“Alright, alright. Perhaps a shot won’t hurt.” Chuckling, the blonde reached for the small shot glass and examined it for a moment before downing the drink, shaking her head quickly soon after as if to speed up its effect on her system. “Oh my god, this is great. One more!”
I have absolutely no idea what this is called, but it tastes like heaven! I’ve had four in like ten minutes already! —Well, five now! You should really have one with me. I promise you can’t even taste the alcohol.
Oh god, are you sure that’s a good idea? You really don’t want to see my drunk self, I’m the worst type of person to deal with when I have too much alcohol, you don’t deserve it.
Taking his phone as she walked back over, Ollie nodded before tipping an imaginary hat at her. “Not a problem at all.” Tucking his phone into his inside pocket, he quickly shook his head. “No, it’s fine, you were on the phone for like two minutes, it’s really no big deal.” Holding his hands up, he shook his head once more. “I don’t need any money, just doing a good deed.”
Luna chuckled at the way he tipped an imaginary hat at her, bringing her hands together and lightly clapping as if to show a bit of amusement. “Well, if you insist. Thank you anyway, that was very kind of you.” With a small smile, the blonde stretched her arm forward and offered her hand for a handshake. “Luna Todd, pleased to meet you.”
“I have,” Oliver admitted, “I travelled a lot with my youth team and we sometimes stayed in your families hotels. They were always nice to stay at,” He shrugged, unsure of how to compliment a hotel. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve played since I was a kid. It was the only thing I was ever good at. I mean, I like reading, but that’s more of a hobby,” he admitted. “Ballet though, huh? That’s pretty classy.”
“Lovely, I’m glad you had a good time at those. Oh please, I’m sure you were good at something other than playing. You seem to be good at communicating, which also counts as a skill.” Luna pointed out, nodding at the man. “Do you have a favourite book? I’ll admit I haven’t been reading as many books as I’d like lately, but I’ve been managing to finish at least one within each month. Yes, ballet and boxing, to be honest. I like the latter a bit better.”
Before taking the time to venture around the room Greyson found himself happily leaning against the bar, looking for any excuse to find reckless adventure amongst the picture perfect setting. “Just champagne sounds a bit boring.” Greyson mumbled to himself noticing someone else at the bar he turned to them. “Name a drink, any drink you can think of, don’t be afraid to get creative, and I’ll drink it right here right now to start the night.”
Luna, as usual, had been minding her own business while sipping from a glass of sparkling champagne until she heard a voice coming from the spot right beside her. A small laugh escaped her lips and she put down the drink for a moment, crossing her arms. “Are you looking to get drunk?” She questioned with a raised eyebrow, then adverted her gaze towards the variety of drinks they had on the bar. “... Jägermeister. If you can make it though it without losing your liver, you can conquer anything.”
Just as he had assumed. He had met so many people from so many different parts of the globe that, by then, it had become rather easy for him to tell where people came from judging by their accents. Of course, thanks to his investigative ability, he could do much more than tell were they were from. Judging by her looks, Kyle could tell she came from money, a lot of money. She seemed like one of those socialites, but he decided not to take any chances and just go for the plain, ordinary first conversation. Otherwise he would probably sound like a creep. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Luna Todd. I’m Kyle Henderson.” He shook her hand.
“Kyle Henderson, the pleasure is all mine.” She replied, shaking his hand in return. The name sounded quite familiar, but the blonde couldn’t exactly link it to anyone she had met before, which made her suppose that although the name was familiar, the man wasn’t a part of the circle of acquaintances her family had. Not that it surprised her, it was a annoyingly small circle to say the least. “Excuse me, but I feel like I have read your name somewhere. Am I delusional or has my elephant memory done it again?”
“Luna Todd, the pleasure is all mine.” Layne smiled sweetly down at the blonde, taking her hand and shaking it softly. “Of course it’s alright! The only thing i’ll let you pay me is in liquid form. Like coffee, or a good glass of wine, if you’re of age.”
“Well, if you say so then I suppose there’s no point insisting. Sounds good to me! Which one would you prefer, coffee or wine? Don’t worry, I’m a tad bit older than I look. It would be completely legal.”
“Well, a London accent is pretty easy to spot, I guess. It’s… crisp. Nothing like a Scouser. We all sound like we talk with a slice of bread stuffed into our mouths,” Oliver joked, letting out a small chuckle. “Oh. Oh, right,” he came to the realization of what family she belonged to, but knowing very little about them. Only having stayed in a few of their hotels during away trips for games. “I’ve been here in Montreal for about two and half, almost three, years. I play football here,” Oliver had absolutely not idea why he told this stranger that detail, a fact that he normally kept to himself seeing as not even an Impact fan would know who he was. Maybe it was because he was excited to meet someone from his home country.
Giggling at his joke, Luna waved it off with a gentle movement of her hand. “Please, the Scouser accent is lovely, much lovelier than mine. Have you ever been to one of my family’s hotels?” She questioned, truly curious. After all, he seemed to be the kind of person who had been to various places, places where her family’s business had certainly reached. Raising her eyebrows at his response, the blonde ran a hand through her locks. “Really? Well, you’ve been here for a little longer than I. Football, you say? That sounds fun, my brothers do enjoy it quite a bit. I’m personally more of a ballet kind of girl, though I’ll admit I’ve played football before. Even scored a few points.”
Every Sunday she had the habit of sitting down and scribbling her weekly schedule, including Noah’s daycare and classes she had to give, appointments and leave some space for Phe, leaving some space for her best friend was always important. Cecilia was as concentrated as she could be, and the voice on her side startled her, the request was one she could attend to. “Shit— I really wish I could, but my phone literally busted into a million pieces not an hour ago,” Ceci grimaced as she took the device from her purse and showed the spider web that was the front screen. “What do you need it for, may I ask?”
“Oh... My apologies, I completely understand.” Luna gave a comforting smile to the other, brushing a blonde lock of hair behind her ear. Although she had always been extremely careful with every single one of her belongings --- including her phone, the blonde could imagine how terrible it felt to have a prized possession shattered. “I wish I could tell you where to get it fixed, but that’s something I don’t have much knowledge on. I um- you see, I call my family everyday during this time of the day. They’re in England, it’s how we keep in touch.”
Eating out of the house had become a nice change for his sore eyes, for once, it was actually nice to eat the food when he intended to, and secondly Nathan was good at small talk, sure as hell beat the talks he tried to have with the four dogs that inhabited his apartment. He quickly looked to the side as a voice called out to him, and he grinned, nodding his head as he finished chewing, swallowing and tried to find his phone at the same time. “Here–” he said as he handed over the phone, some food still making his voice sound muffled. “You don’t need to pay me.”
Nodding curtly at the man, Luna carefully took the phone in her hands and tried her best not to giggle at the sound of his muffled voice. “Thank you, sir.” With a few short steps, the girl found herself at a certain distance, just enough for a bit of privacy and proceeded to make her call. It didn’t take to long before she was back to her previous spot, handing the object back to its rightful owner. “Are you sure I don’t? I might feel bad if you don’t let me pay, international calls can be a bummer sometimes, I wouldn’t want to cause any damage to your phone bill.”
A faint blush tainted Mel’s pale cheeks at the casual compliment, and she mumbled, “Oh, I don’t know about that,” but the other girl had left by then. She returned to her drawing – an image of Athena, partially due to the recent visit to a museum with Finn – as she waited for the return of her phone. “Oh, bugger…” The tip of her only pencil snapped in the middle of line; it signaled the end of her art for the day. And just in time, too. “You’re wel–oh, no. It’s not a problem, I promise. My plan includes a certain number of long-distance minutes, so it’s already covered.”
Noticing how the tip of the girl’s pencil snapped just as Luna returned, the blonde instantly felt bad. She understood what it was like to grow frustrated with the lack of art supplies every now and then, which seemed to never be a problem back in London but certainly an issue now that she lived alone. “Oh, then let me give you my pencil at least. Here.” With a small yet white smile, Luna reached for a small pencil case in her bag and picked out a perfectly sharpened pencil, handing it to the girl. “Here you go. Also, I take it you’re far away from home now?”
Glancing up from the text message he was typing, Ollie nodded before holding up one finger. “Sure thing, give me two seconds.” Finishing the text and sending it, he clicked through to the keyboard page before leaning against the wall and handing his phone to her. “Knock yourself out, just don’t be long enough to let me freeze to death out here.”
A small chuckle escaped the blonde’s lips when he told her not to take too long or he could freeze to death. “No worries, I’ll be quick.” Keeping her promise, Luna stepped away from the male and made the call, returning a minute or two later with a bright smile on her lips. “Thank you, sir. Hopefully you’re not turning into a snowman right now.” The blonde joked, reaching for her wallet in her purse and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. “Here, I’ll feel terrible if you don’t take it.”
Even at this day, the sound of a British accent felt like music to his ears – his accent was already somewhat suppressed, but still present, though not in an obvious way as from those who had lived in the UK for their entire life. When however he realised the woman was addressing him, blue eyes turned to fix on her face, a nod following before he took out his phone. The old tattered thing would fall apart was it not for the plastic sleeve around it. “Of course.” He spoke, unlocking the screen before handing it over. “Don’t mind the costs.”
“Thank you, sir.” With a smile and a curt nod, Luna stepped away from the taller male, guessing she could use a bit of privacy without him minding it. She was able to hear a hint of a British accent in his voice even though it wasn’t as prominent as hers, but it was still there. After a minute or two, the blonde returned to her previous spot and handed the phone back to the man, soon reaching into her purse for her wallet. “Are you sure? Trust me, I know how expensive international calls can be. I’ll feel bad if you don’t let me pay.”
Emilia smiled at her, giggling. “You’re so, so sweet. That is very true. And yes, I am. Guilty. You are, love?”
“Am I? Why thank you! Um, you are so much sweeter, you’re the sweetest person ever! I’m Luna Todd, it is a pleasure to meet you. Should I call you Your Highness or...?”
“No presents. Stop. Enough.” he smiled, his voice stern enough to get the point across. “And hell yes we can have soda with it– or even better– milkshakes.”
“Alright, no presents then.” Raising her hands in defeat, Luna chuckled at his words. “Milkshakes and fries? I have never tried that, not really. Is it any good? Sounds like a funny mixture.”
Nodding to the younger blonde, Layne knew her phone was in good hands. The woman seemed honest and sweet. Taking a few moments to herself as the girl called whoever she needed to, she looked down at her feet and thought about everything on her mind. Being ripped away from her thoughts, she took her phone and smiled sweetly at the girl. “You’re welcome. I’m Layne, Layne Harrington. What’s your name, sweetie?”
“I’m Luna Todd, miss. Thank you once again, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Luna responded, a gentle smile on her rosy lips as she watched the woman. She offered a hand to the other blonde, hoping for a handshake. “I feel bad for using your phone and not paying for it... Are you sure that’s alright? I have being in debt or anything of the sorts.”
TheLunaTodd: so... this is what happens when i don’t check my p.o. box for a month or so...
