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It was not the first time Ari would get fucked up and sleep with someone, and it wouldn’t be the last. Ari was not the one to cuddle or even the stay overnight type, but as it was, he was in his apartment. The other had passed out and so had he and only stirred when the other started to move around. He cringed, his eyes squinting shut because of his headache already setting in. He realized Nico was actually talking to him and asking if he had aspirin. He didn’t even know where aspirin was for himself, let alone for rando guy number… who knew anymore? “Do I look like a CVS to you?” Truth was, he could provide a lot of different drugs, but that wasn’t information he gave freely. “I’m not gonna pretend to remember your name so you just want to get through the basics?” He searched around for his phone and finally found it to check the time. After 2 in the afternoon, great. He must have dipped into the Addies last night.

Nico was not normally known for passing out and sleeping over. Sometimes he'd end up with someone warming his bed until whenever he could get them to take a hike but. Damn. He must've been pretty fucked up since he didn't remember where he was as he woke, the question of aspirin already on his lips. It nearly startled him to realize someone was beside him as he took in his surroundings and realized it wasn't his bed he was in and.. who was that? They were clearly about as friendly as he was in the morning, after, evening? Whatever it was. "Uh.. right. It's Nico.. and you're..?" He was drawing a blank but at least in whatever messed up state he'd been in he'd still had taste.

#ari

marisolalvarezismss‌:

Marisol couldn’t help feeling bad for the guy the moment she noticed him as she made her way into the aisle. He certainly seemed to have had a lot on his mind currently. Which, she can understand perfectly. He did look a little familiar though; Maybe she’s seen him around town at one of the bars or something at some point? She wasn’t sure. Hearing his plight, though, the young woman glanced over and smiled warmly. “It’s right over here!” she called out, trying to keep her usual peppiness at a much calmer bay. She didn’t want to end up talking too loud or too fast and end up annoying the man.

Moving over to look at some of the other medicine, Sol glanced back at Nico. Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips tugged into a small smile. “Everything okay? You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, of course! I just wanted to check. You seem sad and that breaks my heart.” She was someone who liked to help make people happy. Getting them to smile or laugh just warmed her heart so much. If there was a chance of her getting to help this man with that, she wanted to take that. She didn’t like the idea of this stranger to be hurting.

Nico spent a lot of his free time (as if he had any other kind of time) in bars, not really trying to pick people up but getting as drunk as possible in the company of others. It made him feel less pathetic and like his ex had been right about his drinking problems. If he wasn’t drinking alone it wasn’t a problem, right? Of course that wasn’t to say he never drank alone but.. fuck it. Sometimes people had to do what they had to do.

“Thanks.” His eyes clearly weren’t his friends today and he wondered if he should’ve just stayed home. Except.. if he hadn’t left then the person warming his bed overnight probably wouldn’t have gotten the hint to be gone when by the time he got home. Nico hated awkward morning afters. He wasn’t used to someone asking how he was so it threw him a little or maybe it was just the alcohol still fucking up his head that made him slow. “Uh.. yeah. I’m alright..” It wasn’t the truth exactly but he wasn’t sure what to say to the pretty stranger. “..Just family problems, you know?” Well, she might not but he figured most could relate on some level.

#marisol

hodaya-shapiro-91‌:

Hodaya was at the store, high and looking for snacks and drinks to remedy her dry mouth and munchies. Barbecue chips, nope. Taco flavored Doritos, yuck. Jalepeno chips, gross. That Pirates Booty looks good. And maybe some Nutella and Twizzlers. She selected her treats and then went over to the drink cooler. Diet Coke, nuh uh. Water seems boring. Blue Gatorade looks good.

Hodaya heard a man grumble about aspirin. She said to him, “It’s back over here, with all the rest of the pain killers,” gesturing to the pain reliever section.

Everything was making his head hurt worse and searching for the pills wasn’t helping. In normal instances he didn’t think he’d have so much trouble but using his eyes was painful, okay. It made him want to throw himself off a cliff or something equally dramatic.

Or maybe pop some pain killers and take down a stack of pancakes douse with syrup. Food made everything better and if he had a bloody mary to go with it, even better. “Ah.. thanks. Head’s not working right.” He said by way of explanation for his inability to read.

#hodaya

callieforsytherp‌:

“Okay listen, listen, I will concede to your edit notes on Chapter 8 and 12, but I’m gonna fight for chapter 3. At least for now. Please, Trish, just trust me. If we get to the next draft and you still feel like it could be cut then I’ll do it, but I really think it’s all gonna click.” Callie uses her shoulder to keep the phone pressed to her ear as she heads down the chip aisle, tossing chips, and popcorn, and candy into her cart. Editing is her least favorite part of the writing process, and she’d planned to spend the night smoking and munching with Calum till her head cleared. It could get so easy to lose yourself in the swirl of critiques. And of course she valued the process, trusted and respected the people helping her make this book. But sometimes you had to step away and shut it all off and remind yourself what story it was you wanted to write to begin with.

Finally she hung up, dancing through the aisles getting supplies in case she partied a little too hard tonight and regretted it in the morning. The query about aspirin had her turning her head, letting out a soft “Psssst,” to the male. “I got the last two bottles on the shelf, pain relivers go like candy in a town like this. But lucky for you I’m feeling kind today.” She reached into her cart to fish one of the aforementioned bottles out, handing it to him. “May I strongly recommend you pair this with some gatorade or pedia light? Gotta get you those electrolytes.”

Having zero luck with the stupid aspirin he started to think if he should've just gone home to bed. It was calling his name but so was a cheeseburger and a shit load of peppermint tea. How food could sound delicious and comforting while also making his stomach cringe, he'd never figure it out. No matter how many hangovers he got through. Not that he drank a lot.. his mind quickly supplied like anyone could have heard and judged him from thoughts alone.

When someone spoke he turned towards the voice, still in a grumpy ass mood but the pretty face and kind gesture did a lot to reign in his "hangover dickness". He took the bottle with a quiet thanks, grateful already as his head seemed to pound more at the sight of it. Nico would have to remember to stock up on aspirin the next time he saw it on the shelves if people were hoarding them. "Expert advice.." He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind. Feeling kind enough to point me in the direction of either?"

#callie

After a few months of living there it still didn't always feel like he really knew many people. The ones he did, well, he wasn't entirely certain he'd be able to recognize them with their clothes on. Or in the daylight. Maybe he'd been drinking too much lately but that was a thought for a different time. Mostly, when his head wasn't pounding and making him want to knock out loud mouth in the other aisle.

"Where's the damn aspirin?" He ground out, recognizing he was more than a little on edge. It might've had something to do with the bender he'd gone on but after a call from his ex-wife and his dad in the same day.. it'd been too much. The fuckers were always after him about something, grow up - get a job - do something with your life. It was a never ending stream of negativity that frankly, he didn't have the time for.

Not because he really had anything else going on but as he'd assured his dad, he'd be getting a job soon. A real one. Doing what, he hadn't figured that out but damn. Adulting was hard. For someone who felt like they'd done a lot of grown up things from an early age he recognized he wasn't very mature. Wasn't very 'adult like'. Nico wasn't sure what was so wrong with that, though. His dad was the most mature person he knew and also the most boring so what did that tell you? Exactly.