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Alexis: Phillip!!!

Alexis: I haven't said thank you for letting me stay at your house after the party! So, thank you!

Alexis: Can I get you anything? A thank you gift.

Phillip: There's nothing to thank, really

Phillip: The room is still open so if you ever need a place to crash again it's there lol

Phillip: A gift? Like what??

Phillip: but I mean you totally don't have to get me anything!

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CROWNSVILLE TASK  008: FAMILY TREES

For centuries the Walsh family thrived in Ireland, every generation seemed to have more children than the last, it was practically tradition to have a large family. But there was a Walsh who heard rumors of a world far superior to the one they’d come to love and he wanted to see it. To be apart of it. He was determined to make a new life for himself in America, one that he could be proud of. Though before he could leave for the new world, he had promises to keep in what would later be known as Poland. 

It was there that Harold Walsh met the love of his life Mariela Laska and the two were married while still in Europe in 1902. They remained in Europe with her family for longer than anticipated, but it was there that Harold uncovered what it was he wanted to do while in America. With the help of his new brother-in-law, the youngest of the Walsh children started up his own newspaper business. They remained in Poland under Prussian occupancy until 1908 when they decided it was finally time to take their two daughters and board a boat for America.

Things were hard upon their arrival as they were unwanted immigrants at the time like the other Irishmen. The newspaper was floundering and close to complete failure, but then, Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated and World War 1 broke out. All of Mariela’s family was at the front lines and eventually, Harold’s family joined the fight as well and all the information and letters they received were printed in the paper and the reality of the war helped sell the paper like hotcakes. Like every other mogul at the time, the Walsh family used the war to help skyrocket them to the top, Harold including all of his own war stories in it as well from the years he spent fighting. 

By the time 1918 rolled around and the war was over, the Walsh family had moved into a posh apartment in New York City more than big enough for their family and any others who might come along. And three more did come along, including their firstborn son, Harold Walsh II. 

Though things seemed to work out so beautifully for their family, it didn’t last forever. It felt as if the first World War had just ended but in Europe Hitler was already rising to power. It was 1939 and the eldest of the Walsh children, Mada had moved back to Poland to live their mother’s family after having just been married and starting her own family. Poland was invaded that same year and she was the first of the Walsh children to die in the horrific war. 

Things overseas intensified as the fighting raged on and family’s wealth only grew with every print that hit the streets. Though as their wealth increased their fortune seemed to decrease. The Walsh children went off to war, despite their parent’s pleas, and it was in the War that most of them lost their lives. The girls went to work as army nurses, but the task proved just as fatal as being on the frontlines as both the two youngest Walsh’s perished before the War was over. Mariela Walsh died of a broken heart in 1943 shortly after hearing about the death of her youngest son. 

The war ended and what was left of the Walsh family returned home to New York, but Harold returned home with the women who would later marry, Karina. It was she who helped Harold turn their families newspaper fortune into something more. Something that would help sustain their family for generations to come as they were quick to realize competing with companies like the New York Times simply wouldn’t do.

By 1964 there were six different Chateaus in four different countries and to him ,that felt like quite the success. From there it only grew, quickly too, as people loved feeling like royalty when they stayed at the Chateau, even if it was just for the night. Harold Walsh prided his company on being a luxury, 5-star everything and it was something he taught his children to hold dear. In 1986, Harold Walsh III was named as the next CEO of the company and it was then that Phillip’s grandfather really started to take a backseat knowing he’d taught his children everything he could about the business and how to run it well. 

Though Harold Walsh III was not like any of the other Walsh’s before him. He was cold and cruel in ways they weren’t, even though he’d never known war like them. His mind was sharp and built for business as it was the only thing he’d ever known. His company was the most important thing to him, even more so than starting his family and producing an heir, which was why he didn’t have Phillip until he was thirty-six years old. Harold decided not to name his son Harold IV in part because he didn’t want his legacy surpassed and partly because he didn’t want that weight on his son’s shoulders as it had been on his. 

Present day, Phillip Aldrich Walsh still has a large family, that tradition having been carried on, even though he’s an only child himself. On his dad’s side, he still has two aunts and an uncle living and several cousins varying in ages, but he doesn’t seem them as often as he would like. Unfortunately, most of the family on his grandmother’s and great-grandmother’s side perished in the two wars so he never learned much about them. 

@nate-martin, @elodiehq

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ofthefashionista‌:

After the cruise, Cassia had gone back to her normal routine of getting new orders and spending hours making the sketches as perfect as possible before making the clothes. Being a fashion designer have always been a dream come true for the young woman. She had been so uncertain about her future when she was younger, not knowing if she would ever become what she always wanted to be. And after losing her parents, her dreams had become even more uncertain. But here she was, a successful fashion designer. Sometimes she had to pinch herself to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming, to make sure that this was all real. And everytime, the sharp pain reminded her that she was. But due to how many hours she spent on her job, she didn’t get the chance to meet her friends. Old and new. So here she was, standing outside Phillip’s apartment, ringing the doorbell.

When it finally opened, she was ready to say something but instead cocked one of her eyebrows. “Now is this how you treat one of your dearest friends?” she teased him, a smirk forming on her red lips. “Been a while, Phillip”

Phillip chuckled, not at all expecting who stood in the doorway. “When they show up unannounced it is,” he teased, opening the door wider so she could enter. He was still trying to wrap his head around how many people from his life in New York were here in Crownsville now and Cassia was among them. Not that he was going to complain about it. “Been too long if I do say so.” 

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vixxcn‌:

“ drinking cocktails & flaunting my relationship status like everyone else on this boat. ” rayanne shrugged her shoulders, gesturing to the crowd of people not far from them. “ oh, i’m sure he did. they always do, when you’re rich & powerful. ” her right eye dropped into a wink, knowing all too well how the business world worked. “ i seem to remember a fair bit of gallivanting back in college, but maybe you’ve changed. after all, we are all grown ups now, right ? ” a soft chuckle followed her words, though his question caught her off guard. her bold & brave facade faltered for a mere second before she composed herself. “ he does, yes. although my life was much easier before he did. ”

He chuckled softly at how she replied to the question so literally, of course, he’d meant in Georgia, as it wasn’t a place he could picture her being, but that was his fault for not being more clear. Then again, it wasn’t a place he ever thought he would be either. “Exactly,” he nodded with a playful twinkle in his eye. It was never easy being the boss, something he didn’t understand until he actually became the boss. “Ehh,” he held up his hands, palm flat out, “That was more like...Alright, you got me.” He laughed in reply. Though she was right about the fact that things had changed and they’d grown up since college. “And I wish I wasn’t.” He said sincerely thinking back on much easier everything in his life used to be before the responsibility started to get piled on. “I, uh, I imagine so.” He nodded thinking back to how she’d left him and what shape his cousin had been in when it all went down. Though his cousin hadn’t mentioned to him that she was around and he wondered why that could be. A heads up would have been nice.

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alcxcvans‌:

As much as she wanted to say their names, the female doesn’t have any clue. All she knew was Grey hooked with one girl and the other one was just an almost. Her guess was, he was protecting them. But for what? Does he really think that she would make a scene if she found out their names? “I don’t know, he won’t say.” She answered, slightly shaking her head. And with a hopeful eyes, Alex asked the stupidest question she thought. “Will you be able to find out who the girls were? Please, Phillip? Promise, I won’t do anything to them.”

Numerous questions circling around her head with no definite answer. How could a guy who made her believed in love will also be the one to ruin her? Was she stupid enough to listen to all his sweet talks?  Alex lingered longer on the embrace, crying all the hurt she felt for one night. Somehow the way Phillip rocked her helped her to calm down eventually stopped the sobbing. Alex finally broke the embrace, wiping the tears away. “As much as I want you to hit him, I don’t want you to get hurt. Also, you might get into trouble if your dad find that out.” She leaned back on the wall as she coughed a couple of times while gesturing her hand that she doesn’t need it anymore. Because one more puff and her asthma might act up again. “Thank you. Thank you for listening to my stupid drama about my boyfriend or should I say my… though we didn’t say we’re broken up. Should I… stay with him?”

He held her a little tighter, rubbing her back with a strong, firm hand in an attempt to make her relax, to control her breathing and calm down. Not that he could blame her for being so upset. “Of course, I can find out for you and you don’t have to make promises like that to me.” Phillip chuckled, wiping away a streak of tears with one of his thumbs. “Beat the shit out of them for all I care,” the advice was terrible, but Phillip had never exactly been known for his level-headedness or laid-back temper. 

After a little while longer of being held, she seemed to be able to recompose herself enough to pull away and he was thankful for that. He took a few more large hits off the blunt before tossing it off the back of the boat. “I’m not worried about getting hit,” Phillip told her honestly, a cloud of smoke trailing from his mouth as he spoke. His favorite sport to play was rugby, known for violence and physical contact, he decided a young boy it would be a good idea to learn how to take a hit or two, something that came in handy when his father decided to raise a hand to him. Which was far too often. “I’m defending a lady’s honor, if he has a problem with that, then he’s the problem.” He laughed but meant it very seriously. Fear that he’d get in trouble with his dad wasn’t usually the reason he didn’t do something but was the reason he did. Her confession caught him a little more than off guard and his jaw dropped slightly in surprise. “No! Dump that dickweed,” he replied immediately and without a second of thought. “He clearly doesn’t deserve you. Nobody that would make you feel like this deserves even an ounce of your time, Al.”

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meadowvoss‌:

Georgia. It wasn’t the destination that came to her mind when she received a phone call from Layla. She imagined it would be another client in New York or London, but when her friend mentioned the town’s name she couldn’t help but laugh, thinking it was a joke until the sound of her laugh echoing the room fell silent when the client’s name was revealed. The mere thought of him was a quick stab to the heart, but she couldn’t let her know that the pain from their breakup lingered. No one should know. So, she swallowed her pride and agreed to step foot in Georgia and in that forsaken town.

This would be nothing but another business transaction and with enough luck, she’d be on a plane back to New York by the end of the day. The distinct click of stilettos against the floor announced her arrival far before she rang the doorbell. Meadow’s pulse was thrumming in her veins, but it was unacceptable for his presence to bother her. Things between them had ended amicably, or so he believed. Unfortunately, her body hadn’t received the memo as shaking hands held tightly to the catalog with the art she was going to show him. Thankfully, he took some time to answer the door and that brief moment of avoidance was necessary to get a mask of indifference back into place.

“You’d be the first one to reject a Henri Matisse,” she retorted back with a haughty smile. The last thing she wanted was for him to get even the slightest impression that she cared he was gone. If her father had taught her something was how to keep perfect façade even when she felt like a mess about to fall apart.  "Hello, darling!“ she said with a saccharine smile before she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek as if they were nothing more but acquaintances. Meadow didn’t even wait for an invitation to come inside, her green hues sucking in every detail of his new home before her head finally tossed back to glance at Phillip over her shoulder. "You’ve always had good taste,” she pointed out.

“Didn’t Layla tell you I was coming today?” Meadow asked, arching a well-defined eyebrow. She didn’t seem like she was being expected, or maybe he didn’t think she would show up.

It didn’t take more than a second for his brain to realize who was standing before him and he felt a little like he was staring at a ghost from his past life. One that was fun and carefree, so far from the life he led now working so closely under his father. It took him a few extra moments to recover from the shock of it but once he did, he leaned into her kiss and hug as if nothing had ever happened between them at all. He couldn't believe her scent could still have such an intoxicating effect on him. She looked good, happy even, he’d heard from Nate she was in London, not that he asked exactly how his cousin knew, but it seemed to like it might have been just what she needed. “Hey, Mead,” he managed, her old nickname just slipping out. 

He closed the door behind her, placing the puppy on the ground once more again once it was safe for him to wonder. “Thanks, though to be fair I didn’t pick most of it. I gave Layla an idea and she just kinda ran with it.” He chuckled burying his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. 

“Layla didn’t actually tell me anything,” Phillip smiled at her sweetly. He knew that she was planning on using an art broker, but he figured she would handle the selection herself, it was after all what he was paying her for. “But you’re here now.” He shrugged his smile unwavering. “Might as well show me what you got,” he told her with a nod that said ‘follow me’, as he walked from the foyer to the large open floor kitchen.  

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vixxcn‌:

rayanne had been wandering around the party almost aimlessly at this point, not too sure what to do with herself. she wasn’t feeling the vibe enough to get drunk & she certainly didn’t want to spend her time making fake friends just because they were at a party. not that she was particularly bothered, it just seemed as though she’d burned out all of her options. the sudden sound of someone yelling caught her attention & so she turned the corner to find the culprit - spotting the tall blond yelling into his cellphone. ray quirked an eyebrow as she listened in, sipping on her drink as she waited for him to finish. the sound of his fist pounding against the railing startled her ever so slightly, but a brief smile tugged at her lips as she was finally noticed. “ phillip.” she greeted, head cocking to the side as she looked at him. “ now, that’s no way to behave at a party, is it ? shouldn’t you be off gallivanting with friends ? not yelling at poor bobby & damaging the fixtures. ”

“Ray,” he smiled, a little more than surprised to see her. “W-what are you doing here?” He asked doing his best to mask his confusion. “Look, Bobby had it coming and a little dent never hurt anybody,” he quipped back. Phillip held up a hand almost defensively, “And when have I ever gallivanted?” The man asked with a chuckle. He’d always thought of his cousin as the gallivanter but maybe that was just because of the accent, he thought to himself amusedly. As much as he didn’t want to bring it up, he felt he had to know before he could further the conversation with her. “Does Nate know you’re around?” He hadn’t heard anything, but to be fair they both had a lot going on lately so he wouldn’t be surprised if it had slipped his mind. 

[phillip-walsh]

Phillip had always imagined what it would be like to own his first home. Though nothing could have prepared him for the fact that he decided to do so in Georgia. He’d always thought it would be somewhere in upstate New York or California, someplace that actually felt like home to him when he was growing up. But he had his reasons and he didn’t feel he had to share them with anyone. If his father wanted to know, Phillip planned to tell him it was because he enjoyed the charming little town. Not that it was the truth, but Harold Walsh had never been the type to tell the truth either. 

The young man had been around his father’s business enough to know all about buying and selling properties, the importance of a good construction company, and that if there was ever anything he didn’t understand, it was always in his best interest to hire someone who did. Advice he actually heeded upon buying his first home. His friend Layla had agreed to fly down and help him with both his new place and the interior design for the hotel. The project was still in its very early stages, but he wanted to have a collection of rough ideas that way he had several backups. She’d always been Phillip’s first choice when it came to these things, even if it wasn’t his father’s, but he enjoyed reminding himself that New Orleans wasn’t his father project. Nor was his new house. And he could hire whomever he pleased. 

He’d settled down in the living room on a couch so comfortable he could have sworn it was his bed. The small golden retriever puppy, Amadeus was curled up beside him fast asleep and snoring softly. Phillip had meant to turn the television on before settling down, but then Amadeus climbed into his lap and was so quick to pass out he felt too guilty and couldn’t bring himself to move out of fear of waking him up. They’d had a long morning at the park and he deserved a good nap before dinner so he let his eyes wander about the room, admiring the good work that had been done for him. Sometimes he felt dirty to admit, but it was so nice having money his family did so he could pay other people to do the work he didn’t want to. 

A melodious chiming filled the household alerting them to a presence at the front door and Amadeus was up on his feet and yipping along with it in a heartbeat. He picked up the small ball of fluff and set him down on the ground before he went to answer the door glad he didn’t have to worry about being the cause for the abrupt end to his nap. Phillip wondered for a moment who it could be as he hadn’t invited anyone over and Nate and Luci were both out of the house for the day. He pulled open the large front door, scooping up the puppy just in the nick of time before he ran out into the front yard as he spoke, “Whatever you’re selling we don’t want it,” he smiled handsomely as his eyes finally settled on whoever it was. 

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roreaston‌:

“Amadeus,” The beauty repeated as she stroked the puppy in her arms, “Why do you alway pick such complicated names, Phillip?” Aurora teased him with a giggle, “I’m gonna call him Ama for short … “ She mused, frowning when Phillip told her he was the last of his litter. “Aww, I guess I won’t have one then … ” Though that wouldn’t stop Aurora from getting a different breed of dog, should the chance arise. 

As she was putting Amadeus down, she nodded her head along to his words. “I know, it’s awfully small … it’s close to Amara, but honestly I would love something bigger.” Something that didn’t feel like the size of her closet back home. “Then I could finally bring all my clothes from Oregon! – but my parents won’t buy me a house, I’m almost certain of that.” If she got the chance to ask her father, he might consider it but he would most certainly run it by her mother – who would absolutely forbid it. 

Phillip scoffed, his jaw-dropping as though she’d seriously offended. “Well Wolfgang sounds absolutely ridiculous and Mozart is as cliche as it can get, so I was left with Amadeus. How about just Am,” he chuckled giving her playfully pointed stare. There was a great deal of training Phillip had planned for the small pup and he wanted to keep the list of nicknames short as he knew in time the list would only get longer and he wanted him responding to Amadeus before anything else. “You’re more than welcome to hang out with us and get your puppy fix. Though he’s not gonna stay so small for long,” he smiled softly wishing it weren’t so. 

The golden’s paw hit the ground and he took off running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him across the green grass. “Well, this is a five bedroom,” he said nodded to the structure behind her. “If you’re looking for an upgrade, we’ve got the space.” Going for a house with five bedrooms might have been a little excessive for a first-time homeowner, but it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up on. Not to mention years and years of squirreling away the allowance his father believed he was spending paid off. “Did I mention it would be rent free?” He winked as though he were really trying to sweeten the deal because let’s face it, he was. 

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roreaston‌:

Aurora had to admit, she was surprised Phillip had decided to buy a house in Crownsville – she thought his stay here was going to be temporary, though she was glad to see maybe that wasn’t the case after all. Her crystal eyes scanned over everything as she walked up the pathway. The house did amaze her, not that she didn’t come from the same money Phillip did, but because she didn’t know Crownsville had such beautiful houses. Maybe she could convince her parents to buy her one, if she could prove she really wanted to stay in town.

The beauty smiled when she found him in the backyard and as she opened her mouth to speak, a golden ball of fluff came sprinting to her feet and the blonde let out a loud, delighted squeal. “Phillip!” Aurora exclaimed, instantly bending down to pick up the puppy, “He’s absolutely precious!” Suddenly, all thought she had about the house had vanished completely – her attention solely on the puppy. “What’s his name? Where’d you get him? Does he have any siblings? I want one!”

The sight of her smile and the sound of excitement that came from her was more than enough to make Phillip happy. He watched as she scooped up the little ball of love and he could nothing but stand there, smiling like an idiot and admiring her. The smile on her face and the way her eyes lit up at the sight of him. “His name is Amadeus and I’m sorry to say he was the last of his litter. I paid the shelter an extra $200 to make sure they would hold him for me until this morning.” He admitted without shame. Phillip knew what he wanted and the moment he set eyes on the pup, he knew he needed him in his life. He was the only one of his littermates that really seemed to click with him. “I mean you can get one but I think you’d have to move out of your apartment. That place is so small, I don’t know how you can stand it.” He teased her, but he had a feeling that being 30 feet away from her best friend’s door probably had a lot to do with it. 

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[phillip-walsh]

Meet the newest member of the Walsh gang, Amadeus.

[phillip-walsh]

Things for Phillip felt like they were very slowly falling into place. Sure there were a few bumps in the road with his new project, but if those were his biggest problems then it was fine by him. He stood in the backyard of his new home, a tiny golden ball of fluff sprinting around after a ball by his feet. He smiled down at him, crouching to pet the top of his head gently and the puppy leaned right into him for a moment before licking at his hand with his tiny pink tongue. 

He could hear the faint clacking of high heels on the pathway leading the back door and the young entrepreneur turned around knowing exactly who it was. He’d texted her the address of his new residence earlier that morning and told her to be there for 11am. She was right on time. He would have told her earlier, but he was much too excited to pick up his new best friend from Top to Tail when they opened that morning. “What do you think?” He asked her with a broad smile holding his hands out to either side. Phillip wasn’t sure what would be more of a surprise to her, the golden retriever puppy pacing about her feet or the house. Probably the house, he mused silently with a grin. // @roreaston

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fervxur‌:

“ well, that’s very sweet & also incredibly accurate. ” she beamed, shoulders shrugging as if it was nothing - though of course she appreciated the compliment. “ everyone is dressed like they’re on vacation, i feel like i misread the invite or something. although i don’t intend on going in the pool so maybe that’s why. ” she frowned slightly, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. of course she knew she was one of the best dressed there. how could she not be ? “ cheers ! ” marnie giggled, following suit with her own drink. “ come on, walsh. let’s get you caught up. ”

He chuckled, her level of confidence making him smile down at her, he’d always loved that about her. “That’s possible,” he said looking from her to himself. “I mean I just kinda connected the dots when I heard there was a pool. I figured it couldn’t be that classy. It is the south after all,” he winked at her playfully, stifling any more laughter. “Alright, alright,” he said holding up one finger to her before downing the rest of his drink. “Look at that,” he smiled, eyeing his now empty glass. “It seems I need another.”

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elodiehq‌:

“you may want to sit for this.” the blonde nodded her head softly, chewing on her lip as she took a seat, back leaning against the wall as she did so with a small smile. she had thought about how she was going to do this for a while now, but any way she pictured it happening, it didn’t usually end the best way. she was only hoping for the best. “i.. what i’m going to tell you is going to be a lot to take in, and i dont really.. you probably wont believe me, and i dont expect you to really want anything to do with me, but i thought.. if you.. id love to get to know you though.” the blonde soon realized she had been babbling before she even told him what was going on. “i.. wow, im sorry. i was definitely babbling.. um.. i just.. we have the same father.. my.. mom tried to keep it from me as long as she could.” 

He followed her and sat down across from, a knot in his stomach growing with each passing second. Phillip felt like nothing good ever came after someone suggested sitting down before being told something. It was exactly what his father said to him before he told him about his mother. And what all had happened to her. The longer she went on the more strong the urge grew to snap at her, to tell her to just spit it out already. But he didn’t know this girl or what the connection she had to his father was exactly, but as her babbling, as she called it, came to an end it made sense. 

Phillip wanted to be surprised, to be upset even, but at the same time, it was exactly the sort of thing his father would do. Cheat on his mother. Father a child with someone else, and just like that he began to wonder if there was anyone else. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was at a momentary loss for words so instead, he shifted in his seat. “Your mom is a smart woman then,” he said cooly, taking in the blonde with new eyes. “How did you find out? Who your dad is, I mean.” He needed proof it was real and it wasn’t some scam to get to his family, something families as his always had to be careful of. 

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derekryu‌:

“Mm, feeling lonely then.” Derek muses, looking back at Phillip. “Nothing wrong with that. Like yeah, it sucks, but wallowing sucks even more.” 

Phillip hadn’t thought about what he was doing as wallowing, but once the thought was in his head he couldn’t get it out. “What do you suggest?” He asked him with an arched brow, bringing his glass to his lips once more. “And don’t say dancing because I don’t do that.” He added with a small chuckle as an afterthought. Of course, he knew how to, but it was mostly ballroom stuff and that didn’t seem entirely appropriate. 

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klsywccds‌:

“It really should be. I’ll have to drag you down to the courthouse to get it legally changed,” Kelsey teased back. She raised her hand to get a refill on her drink. “That is an excellent point. Honestly, I stopped caring about DC movies after Wonder Woman. They knocked it out of the park with that one and everything else just looks like garbage in comparison. I loved Christopher Nolan’s Batman movies, and of course, the ones with Jack Nicholson are a classic. I try to burn the Ben Affleck ones from my memory. No! Jeez, another one? And I thought they revived Spiderman a lot…”

“Oh,” Kelsey frowned in sympathy for her friend. She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry to hear that. It’s such a tightrope, isn’t it? You don’t want to force anything and just let things happen if they’re meant to be. But on the other side, if you really want something, go out and get it. Feelings are just confusing, that’s why I avoid them. Yes! I would love to do some shots. Let’s get wasted!”

“That’ll go over just great with my dad,” he laughed, thinking of the consequences something like that might have. He could just imagine all the things his father would say and it caused Phillip to laugh again. If he wasn’t so damn drunk, he wouldn’t have found the idea quite so hilarious. “True, that was good. I didn’t like it as much as Captain America and Marvel’s take on World War II though.” He said smiling at how their conversation had taken such a suddenly serious turn towards superheroes. In Phillip’s opinion, DC could hardly hold a flame to the searing inferno that was Marvel. “Just in case you want it to haunt your dreams later,” he smirked, “It’s Robert Pattinson. Ya know the sparkly vampire,” he signed, spelling out his name for her. “I want to know what monkey is in charge of their casting. And at least the Spider-Man movies have gotten progressively better.” He countered feeling the need to defend a hero he’d always loved. 

He nodded, a small smile touching his lips. “And I’ve never been good at balancing things,” Phillip told her with a small sigh. It had always been hard for him to try and juggle more than one thing at one. That included work and his social life. He’d never been good at mixing the two and learned early that it was safer for him to try and keep them separate. Her willingness to drink more lifted his spirits easily and he smiled brightly at his friend, “Be right back.” He told her before disappearing to the bar for a minute. 

Phillip returned a few minutes later with a small tray and six tall shots of vodka. “Three for you, three for me,” he smirked knowing neither of them needed three more shots. But he was going to drink them anyway. The blonde placed the tray on the table before her and picked up the first of his glasses and holding it up as if to make a toast. “To repressing confusing feelings,” he said jokingly before lifting the glass to his lips and pounding back his first one.