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Sebastian Steele. aspiring broadway superstar

[sebasticnsteele]

BASIC INFO

Full name: Sebastian Steele

Nickname(s): Seb, Sebs, Bastian, Bash

Age: 31

Birthday: August 7th, 1994

Hometown: New York City, New York

Zodiac big three: Leo Sun, Aquarius Moon, Scorpio Rising

Sexuality: Pansexual

Residence: Mountainside

Occupation: Dance Teacher at Shake It Off Dance Studio/Performer at Windsor Bay Community Theater

PERSONALITY

Sebastian has always been a ham for attention, whether it's onstage during a performance or in the middle of a social circle at a party. He's outgoing, friendly, and charming. The type of guy that can get along with just about anyone.

BIOGRAPHY

TW: Death of a parent

Sebastian Steele was born in the heart of New York City, almost as if the universe knew it was the place he was meant to be. From a young age, the boy knew he was meant to be on stage and feel the glow of that spotlight beaming down on him. He got a small taste of Broadway when his parents took him to see his first Broadway show, The Lion King. It was at that moment that he truly fell in love with the magical world of theater and knew that it was his dream to be up there on that professional Broadway stage. Shortly after he turned six, his parents made the decision to pack up, leave New York and head to the west coast to a town called Windsor Bay. The move may have pulled him away from the thriving energy of the city he loved, but his passion never dulled and he continued to work towards his dream.

Sebastian enrolled in both ballet and tap classes at Shake It Off Dance Studio. He may have been the only boy within his class, but he adored his teachers and classmates who did nothing but lift him up and encourage him. However when it came to his classmates in school, there were certain bullies that would pick on him for taking ballet classes. They would label it as "for girls only" and proceeded to call him names. There were some days the tormenting was so bad that Sebastian would wind up in tears by the time he got home. While both of his parents had always been nothing but loving and supportive of him in every way, it was his mother and her words of encouragement that lit the fire underneath him and kept him strong.

By the time he reached middle school, he became very involved with both the choir and drama programs, which carried over into high school. He started off with a few ensemble parts or supporting roles. But it wasn't until his sophomore year that he landed the lead part of Danny Zuko in the spring production of Grease. He continued to hone his craft in any way that he could between auditioning for roles in drama productions, getting involved with an after school choir club, continuing dance lessons, as well as teaching himself how to play both piano and guitar. The arts were his drug and he couldn't get enough of them in any form.

After graduating high school, Sebastian made the move back to New York City and had one goal on his mind: Broadway. He knew his dream wouldn't happen overnight and he was prepared to work his ass off for it. He landed a job at a diner just around the block from his apartment, since rent in the city wasn't cheap, even if he was living with a couple roommates. He auditioned for some minor roles in small productions outside of the city, which led up to a few paid ensemble gigs that were off-Broadway. It wasn't quite Broadway but it was a step in the right direction and he would take any opportunity to get his name out there within the theater community. As much as he wanted to make it big, the cost of living within the city caught up to him and he knew he needed to make a change.

At the age of 23 he relocated to Chicago, which wasn't quite New York City but it still had a thriving theater community. Sebastian managed to fit right into the scene and networked his way into the opportunity of booking paid gigs. This allowed him a bit more consistency when it came to finding work and having a steady paycheck, plus he was doing exactly what he loved. While he still felt the call of the Broadway stage, he felt more fulfilled than he ever imagined within the city of Chicago and making a name for himself there.

When he was 27, Sebastian's world came to a halt in the form of his mother growing ill. Without a second thought, he picked up and moved back to Windsor Bay to be with her and help his father care for her. After only a few months, she passed away and left an aching void within Sebastian's heart. It was at this time that Sebastian came to a crossroad in his life. He could either go back to Chicago and try to make his mother proud by continuing to live his dream or he could pack up and move back to Windsor Bay to look after his father. Being an only child, Sebastian chose the latter. His father was in good health, but he still didn't like the thought of being so far away just in case anything were to happen. For the past three years, Sebastian has settled back into the town he grew up in. He purchased a home in Mountainside and got a job at Shake It Off Dance Studio teaching the next generation of dancers, hoping to inspire them the same way his dance teachers always did. The spotlight on the stage still calls to him and Sebastian answers in the form of working on productions at the Windsor Bay Community Theater. While it's not the paid productions he once was used to, it still scratches the itch and allows him to keep doing the thing that he loves, even if it is within different standards.

HEADCANONS

Was once in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade as a dancer in front of one of the floats.

will add more soon <3

[sebasticnsteele]

closed starter for @greyharwood

where: Player Two Arcade

Stepping into the arcade felt like being transported back into his teenage years. Back when he and his friends first learned to drive and would spend countless hours wasting their hard earned money from their first part time jobs on the games and prizes. He was old enough now to know the prizes were nothing but rip offs for the most part but the joy was in playing the games. He had been eyeing the air hockey table but a group of teenagers had been playing on the only two available. Just as one opened up, Sebastian made his way over to claim it. His eyes latched onto a familiar face at just the right moment, as he needed an opponent to play with. "Hey Grey, you down for a couple rounds of some air hockey?"

[colexreyes]

"Thank you." Cole said, once they've reaced their final destination. "And I'm sorry for taking you away from your own browsing. I'm still getting used to living at a slower pace." He admitted. If he'd only taken a couple more minutes to explore the place, he probably would have found his way to the kids' section without any need of guidance, but he was still having that mindset that he'd come in with a purpose and there was no need to waste time. "I'm Cole, by the way." Despite the man's features looking vaguely familiar, he still couldn't put a name to them, so maybe they simply didn't get a chance to properly introduce themselves yet, Cole figured.

[sebasticnsteele]

"It's no problem at all, I'm not looking for anything in particular. Just casually browsing since I really don't need any more books." His bookshelf at home was already stuffed full of more books than he even had the time to read between his job as a dance teacher and pursuing his musical theater dreams. "Nice to meet you, Cole. I'm Sebastian." Seb held his hand out for a proper introductory handshake.

[colexreyes]

open starter @windsorbaystarters location: bookmarked, downtown

Single parenting at a new town was a lot harder than Cole expected. There was so much he'd taken for granted back home and he was only now starting to realize that. He strolled down the aisles, his eyes drifting over the books' backs without actually reading the titles. Romance, thrillers, non-fiction — he was honestly surprised at the organization since at least in his opinion there was huge difference between all of it but maybe that was the idea. To help people find their way better. "Excuse me," he spoke softly, trying not to startle the first person that came to his view. "Do you happen to know where I can find the kids section?" He knew he should be looking for bright and colorful covers but book industry seemed to have changed quite a lot in the last few years when even romance books had such now.

[sebasticnsteele]

Sebastian had the afternoon free, which meant he had time in his day for a quick stop to Bookmarked. He didn't necessarily need more books, but there had been a few suspense/thrillers that his friend had recommended to him and he was now on the lookout for. As he perused the aisles, he realized another customer had been speaking to him. "Yeah, what's up?" he asked before listening to the man's question. "I'm pretty sure it's over this way," he waved his arm in a motion to signal for the other man to follow behind him. "Not sure what kind of selection they have, but this is the kid's section." He motioned towards shelves of books for kids of all ages. "I think they may be organized by age or reading level, if that makes things any easier."

[aarontveit]

JORDAN FISHER as CHRISTIAN MOULIN ROUGE! the MUSICAL

[tristanrhale]

Tristan grinned, but underneath it was that familiar pang. It always came out at the gym, with those mirrors and machines reminding him of a body that used to just do what he told it. He hated comparing himself to back then, hated how his brain still kept tabs. But it was nice not being the only one feeling it, to have someone else just casually say the same thing without making a big deal out of it.

He breathed out, rolling his shoulders again like he could physically shake off the thoughts and the stiffness. "Yeah," he said, his mouth twitching up as he looked at Sebastian. "I always tell myself it's not age, it's… experience piling up." He paused. "Sounds better than 'everything hurts for no good reason.'" He took another sip of water, then gestured to the equipment around them. "I used to hit the gym like it was a contest. Now, I'm just trying to get through it without needing ice and an apology to my back." The joke about himself came easy.

[sebasticnsteele]

"Honestly, I may steal that from you and start referring to it that way too." Because after all, those words were true. Now that Sebastian had reached his thirties, he felt like he had gained so much experience and wisdom compared to his twenty year old self. "At least we have a good reason for our muscles and joints to hurt, since we're actively working them out." Though even if he wasn't working out, he was sure he would still have aches and pains from the workouts he got in various dance rehearsals and classes. "Well you haven't pulled anything yet, so seems like you're doing pretty well."

[tristanrhale]

@windsorbaystarters where: fitness factory

Tristan had been at Fitness Factory long enough to really regret all the choices that got him there, but not long enough to actually leave. His hoodie was around his waist, his t-shirt sleeves were already dark with sweat, and he was staring at the dumbbells like they had done something bad to him. He rolled his shoulders once, then again, breathing out through his nose. "Alright," he mumbled to himself. "Just because you used to be good at sports doesn't mean your body remembers how."

A machine close by made a loud clank as he finished his reps. He grabbed his water bottle, took a big drink, and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He noticed someone nearby, maybe waiting for the same machine, maybe just watching him struggle, and let out a little laugh. "Feel free to lie and say that looked easy," he said, kind of smiling, kind of dying. "Or tell me now if I'm doing something that's going to hurt my back tomorrow. I'm open to suggestions."

[sebasticnsteele]

It had been a while since Sebastian had set foot into a gym. Usually he preferred his exercise in the form of the dance classes he taught. But with the new year right around the corner, he made a vow to himself to start working out on a somewhat regular basis.

With his airpods in his ears and the soundtrack to one of his favorite musicals blasting, Sebastian settled on a machine that worked out his legs, since that seemed like a good place to start. When he began to break a sweat, he decided to move onto another machine. He stood awkwardly off to the side for a moment as he scrolled through his playlist to choose another song, while also deciding on which machine to go for next. It was then that he realized the man next to him was talking to him, which prompted him to pull one earbud out and listen in. "I feel like once you hit a certain age, any kind of activity is going to leave you with a sore back," he said with a chuckle.

[isabcllamcndoza]

“Fair enough. It might take a lot for me to come back here, but with the right company, maybe I will.” replied Isabella with a shrug. After learning that Sebastian did musicals, her eyes widened at the commonality and said, “Shut up, that’s so cool! My mom does broadway, so that’s definitely quite the talent you have there. What’s your favourite play that you’ve ever starred in?” At his question, she nodded in response and replied with, “Sketching, drawing and painting are my mediums. In terms of my job though, I’m a tattoo artist and nail tech, so I express myself creatively through that.”

[sebasticnsteele]

"I'm always down to tag along with you on another night. It will make me feel validated when there's actually a good comic so I can say 'I told you so'," he couldn't help but let out a small laugh with his last statement. "Wait, your mom does broadway? Seriously?" Sebastian couldn't help the fact that his jaw basically dropped to the floor at the broadway mention. "Broadway has always been my dream. I lived in New York for awhile and tried to achieve it—just never happened for me." While Sebastian found success in other ways throughout his career, the longing to one day be in a broadway production will forever be at the top of his bucket list. "Have to say that to this day one of my favorite roles was Danny Zuko in Grease. I may have been a sophomore in high school, but at that moment I felt like I had made it so big." After all, there was no better feeling than landing the leading role, especially in a musical. "I did land an ensemble role in an off-broadway production of The Lion King, which was a really amazing experience." Sebastian listened intently as she spoke about her craft. "Wow, that's amazing. I'd love to see some of your work some time, if you'd like to show me." His ears especially perked up at the mention of her being a tattoo artist. "I've honestly been itching for another tattoo. I only have a couple and it's been a minute since I've gotten my last one."

[nainaxvyas]

“That makes sense,” Naina said with a soft smile before hearing his response to her admitting she was the owner. “That’s true, you’re definitely quite lucky…but don’t let it deter you from complaining if you guys don’t end up enjoying the recommendations. Even as the owner, I’ll still take it,” she teased back before hearing his words about a pinot noir and nodding. “A man with classically good taste, I’m pleased to hear it. You can never really go wrong with one of those.” 

Naina watched him cradle one of the bottles she’d passed over to him to his chest like a baby almost and paused with a smile, you could always tell when someone actually gave the grapes the respect they deserved and this was one of those moments. She presented the autumn vibed wine and watched him decide to take it as well. It was quite a surprise that he’d been game to try them both on for size and add another to the mix. “Oh a moscato as well, I’m impressed. A lot of wine snobs pretend moscato’s aren’t great because they’re just sweet and too simple in their opinions but they’re actually quite versatile so I’m glad to see you enjoy them.”

When he explained that it was just him and his father for the holidays, Naina nodded before smiling at his words. “That’s a good idea, especially because unwinding with some wine is truly one of the best ways to spend the holidays with tons of people or just the one.” Naina would be missing her family Thanksgiving this year but hopefully they’d all get together for Christmas or something. 

[sebasticnsteele]

"I'll keep that in mind. But don't be shocked if I come back wielding endless compliments about how much we loved them instead of complaints." After all, it was very rare for Sebastian to face a wine he didn't like. There were a few times he tasted a few bitter samplings, but for the most part he knew what types he enjoyed and stuck to them. Or he would ask for recommendations based on what his favorites were.

"I live to impress people," he boasted with a small chuckle. "Moscatos are great because of their sweetness. Plus I think I just have a soft spot for it because it was one of the first wines I remember trying and instantly loving. It's always been my go-to." It was hard to believe there were wine snobs out there that found themselves too good for moscato.

"Nothing like coming home from a long day of work, pouring a glass of wine, and watching a holiday movie." Sebastian paused before he let his curiosity get the best of him. "Do you have any big plans for the upcoming holiday season?"

[isabcllamcndoza]

“Agreed, probably both at this point.” Isabella continued reaching for her drink from the bartender. “How unfortunate that it had to be on the night where it’s my first time.” At this point, she had to look at the silver lining and that she was at least drinking. When Sebastian mentioned theatre, Isa’s ears perked up as she asked, “Nice! I’m all for the arts, especially since I grew up with it. What kind of genre do you perform?”

[sebasticnsteele]

"Hey, every night can't be a good night," Sebastian said with a shrug. "Just means you need to come back some other time and see if there's anyone better performing." Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he noticed the woman's demeanor perk up at the mention of theater. "I mainly do musicals, but I've done a number of straight plays in my career as well. What kind of arts are you into?"

[romijuarez]

"i have a habit of rooting for the underdog and they're actually winning," her smile shining up at the tv turned to him. "are you a fan, follower, cheering for anyone?" it seemed an easy go-to given this was a sports bar but he could've been a patron for other reasons. "yeah between the game and enjoying the break from family," her head shook, "i don't know where my head's at." hours and hours of decorating for christmas with her sisters had zapped her, and in more ways than one.

with a laugh and a knowing nod, "that's the beauty of tequila. it hits so different and seems to unleash some inner part of yourself you never were intended to meet." it was why she sipped and enjoyed in moderation these days. romi had learned the hard way with that one. "i'll still say it's better than wine drunk." his disgust pulled a small laugh and she truly couldn't agree more. sometimes she really didn't understand how people came up with some ingredients for drinks. "not a fan of egg nog either then?" when the bartender came back around romi ordered her tommy's margarita. "are you a fan of classic margaritas at all or will this be more of a new experience?"

[sebasticnsteele]

"None of the above. Just a casual watcher. My dad is a big Seahawks fan, but I never got into it," he said with a shrug. He appreciated the athleticism of sports, but just couldn't find the passion within him to care if one team wins or loses. "You have a lot of family in town for the holidays?" he asked with a curious tone. It was just him and his dad, which he loved but it could be lonely at times while other families were getting together in droves.

"I don't know if that version of me needs to be unleashed again," Sebastian joked with a small chuckle. "I do love wine, but the wine drunk feeling does hit different. Especially the hangover the next morning." Sebastian's face scrunched up in disgust at the mention of eggnog. "I think any kind of dairy and alcohol mixture is just a disaster waiting to happen." All he could imagine was the two not mixing well together and resulting in an experience of spending the night on the tiled bathroom floor. "Oh no, I love a good margarita. I can handle tequila in small doses. Just my days of tequila shots are behind me at this point."

[romijuarez]

"i'm just a little distracted," romi admited, finger pointing up to the screens that had the college football games displayed. "but really, if there's ever a time to be aware its when you're picking up your drink," she added with a light laugh, glad that he was taking the mix up so well.

even more, the brunette was impressed that he carried on with his drink without making a big deal of things. that was a refreshing attitude to be in the company of. the holidays meant more time with her sisters and they were some of the fussiest people she'd ever met. "i'm more of a tequila girl but whiskey's not bad. i'm just not huge on bitters i guess. do you get it with or without the egg whites?" his question required no pause for thought, her answer easily rolled out. "tommy's margarita. with reposado tequila. have you had one? i could order and you can have a taste of mine..."

[sebasticnsteele]

"No worries," Sebastian's eyes followed the direction of her finger towards the screen above the bar. "Which team is yours, the one winning or losing?" He was only a casual enjoyer of sports, but he knew enough to hold a conversation about the subject. "Definitely the most important time to make sure your attention is on your drink and only your drink," the man nodded in agreement.

"I do love tequila, but I feel like I've had a few too many nights where she's betrayed me and left me passed out on the bathroom floor. So I've moved onto whiskey." His brow furrowed at her question as his face crinkled in disgust. "Definitely no egg whites for me. That's not the kind of ingredient I really want mixed into my alcohol. It just seems like a bad idea." He shook his head in response. "I think that's fair, since you owe me a sip of your drink anyway. Then we'll be even."

[isabcllamcndoza]

Seeing that she wasn’t the only one with the same sentiment made her feel a little less guilty for making the comment. “To think humour is subjective and yet everyone in this room can agree that it wasn’t funny…That’s just sad to me.” pointed out the artist with a sigh. After learning from the other that it wasn’t always so brutal, Isa arched a brow out of intrigue and asked, “Really? Maybe I chose an off day? I would have never assumed that based on these performances.” She then extended her hand and introduced herself back, “Nice to meet you Sebastian, I’m Isabella. So are comedy clubs your thing?...Or are you simply patron of the night?"

[sebasticnsteele]

"There may be a few people throwing in some pity laughs. Or they just equally have an awful sense of humor." After all, he had heard a few chuckles sprinkled throughout the set. "It very well could be an off day. Or maybe there was some sort of last minute cancellation and this guy was the best act they could get as a replacement." He wasn't quite sure the way things worked in the comedy world, but he had his fair share of experiences in theater when a last minute replacement or understudy ended up to be a disaster. "I'm simply a patron of the night. Theater is more my thing, since that's the kind of stage I prefer to perform on."

[nainaxvyas]

Naina’s smile grew wide enough as soon as she heard those words. “One of each,” she repeated, her eyes shining. “That’s the kind of decisiveness I like to see the day before a major holiday. Definitely bodes well for me as owner.” She stepped out from behind the counter, moving with an easy confidence as she guided him toward the reds. “Okay so to go with turkey,” she began, fingers brushing lightly over a row of bottles before choosing one, “you want something that has enough body to hold up to the richness, but not so bold it bullies everything else on the plate.” She held the bottle out toward him, label angled so he could see. “This pinot noir is my favourite for that It’s smooth, a little earthy and woodsy. It pretty much goes great with most foods so you can’t go wrong with it.”

Then she continued and brought him over to another side of the store. “And for pumpkin pie?” She kept her gaze on the rows, trying to find her one that would match the flavour. Most people suggested a Port but that wasn’t Naina. “A lightly sweet white. Not dessert-sweet, those can sometimes feel like drinking a syrup and I’m sure you don’t want that.” Instead she pulled another bottle from the shelf and held it out to him. “I think this one might be best. It’s a late-harvest riesling. It has that…autumn vibe, you know? I know that sounds silly but it always reminds me of Thanksgiving.” She stepped back slightly, enough to let him think it all over before continuing. “So is this like a big Thanksgiving or a low-key one? Because two bottles of wine is definitely saying you’re aiming high for points or something.”

[sebasticnsteele]

"I look at it as enjoying a little variety in my life." Not only that but if he or his father didn't like one of them, they had the other to fall back on. Even though Sebastian was sure that he would have the opposite problem and love both equally. "Oh you're the owner? Even better that I'm getting recommendations by the person all the way at the top," he teased with a soft smile. He followed behind the woman to the display of the red wines. "I've had pinot noir in the past and have loved it, so I'm excited to try this one out."

Sebastian cradled the bottle of red wine to his chest as he once again followed the woman's lead to the other side of the store. "Oh that sounds delicious," he observed as he gazed at the label that signified the autumn vibe she spoke of. "I'll take this. But since it's my favorite, I feel like I can't leave here without a bottle of moscato, just because." Sebastian shook his head, "no, it's just me and my dad for Thanksgiving. Just figured since it's the holidays, it never hurts to keep some extra bottles of wine on hand." Plus there was the added fact that Sebastian loved to unwind after a long day of work with a glass of wine. Even more so when sitting in front of a lit up Christmas tree, watching his favorite holiday classics.

[marlowereyes]

who: @sebasticnsteele where: shake it off dance studio

Marlowe wasn't sure how she'd gotten talked into this. Well, no, that wasn't true. She did know. Her physical therapist had mentioned that low-impact movement "in a fun environment" could help with stiffness. Her friend had overheard, and then suddenly she had been confronted with a flyer, a pep talk, and the unshakeable enthusiasm of someone who refused to let her say no.

Which was how she ended up here, standing in the dance studio lobby, clutching her tote bag against her chest like it might save her life. Her cane was propped carefully by her foot, lavender handle catching the warm lobby light. She wasn't dressed for dancing, more like dressed for "maybe I'll sit in the back and observe until I talk myself out of it." Soft leggings, oversized sweatshirt, hair barely tamed. The picture of someone who definitely thought she had made a terrible mistake.

Music drifted from the main room in bursts; quick, snappy, cheerful. Very unlike her nervous heartbeat. She let out a breath and rubbed at her temple. "Right," she whispered to herself. "You came here voluntarily, technically."

The class before hers must have ended, because soft footsteps echoed behind her, the kind that told her someone was coming out of the studio space. She kept her gaze on the framed photos on the wall, groups of dancers, smiling, mid-leap, stage-lit, confident. Everything she wasn't. Only when the footsteps got closer did she glance up, and her breath hitched just slightly. Oh. She recognized him. Sebastian Steele was sort of impossible to miss. Theater posters, dance studio buzz. The kind of presence you noticed even in passing.

Marlowe straightened automatically, clutching her tote tighter with both hands, like she'd been caught somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. "Uh, hey," she said, awkward but warm, cheeks already betraying her with a little color. "Sorry, I'm… kind of loitering. I promise I'm not here to, like, steal tap shoes or anything." A tiny, nervous smile formed on her mouth, equal parts shy and trying-not-to-bolt.

She tapped her cane once against the floor, a grounding habit. "I'm supposed to be here for the beginner class," she added, eyes flicking toward the studio door. "Emphasis on 'supposed to'. Haven't actually convinced my body to cooperate yet." She laughed softly at herself, an exhale more than a sound.

[sebasticnsteele]

Dance had been one thing Sebastian grew passionate about from a young age. After witnessing the magic of his first Broadway show, he immediately knew that singing, dancing, and acting up on stage was what he was destined to do in his life. Upon first moving to Windsor Bay, Sebastian enrolled in dance classes at the very studio he was now teaching in all these years later. It was a true full circle moment when he landed the job, one that involved a lot of nostalgia and happy tears shed. There was nothing quite like the joy that came along with teaching a room full of kids that oftentimes reminded him of himself at their age. It was inspiring to see how bright their passion burnt and to witness them fall in love with the same sport he did all those years ago.

His afternoon class had just let out and it was his turn to cover the front desk before his next class started. As he took his seat, his eyes locked onto a figure that seemed rather nervous and unsure of themselves. With a bright smile, Sebastian waved them closer to the desk. "I'm not sure if you want to steal any of the tap shoes here anyway. Most of the ones left behind in the lockers stink to high heavens. Unless you're into smelly tap shoes," he chuckled. He was giving it his best effort to calm the woman's nerves and make her feel more at ease with this new experience. "What style class are you here for? Tap, jazz, ballet, or hip hop?"

[romijuarez]

&. — open starter: last call, evening-night, with anyone! @windsorbaystarters

"oh no," the brunette knew the second the taste hit her tongue that she'd accidentally picked up the wrong drink. it was a moment too late when her green eyes landed on the glass that was still on the bar and not in her hand, a drink that looked very much like the one she'd ordered. "umm, so, this is yours i'm guessing," romi said to the person beside her that was looking at her like the greedy thief she was.

still in recovery mode her hand rose to wipe at her mouth while her brain scrambled to say something. romi just couldn't get past the bad taste still lingering. "god that's awful," she muttered quietly, then added more clearly once she set theirs down, "i'll buy you a new drink for sure but, uhh, what is that?"

[sebasticnsteele]

Sebastian had witnessed the bartender placing his drink near the edge of the bar. However, the person standing next to him was quicker than he was and snatched it before he could. Before he could utter a word, the woman turned to him and spoke. "Yeah, sorry about that. You were quicker than I was," Sebastian shrugged off with a small laugh.

Not minding that a sip had been stolen from his drink, Sebastian reached for it and took a few short gulps. "Don't sweat it," he shrugged, letting her know it wasn't a huge deal and that accidents happen. "It's a whiskey sour. I guess you're not much of a whiskey fan? What's your drink of choice?"

[alanacohen]

When she recognized who was swooping in to rescue her, Alana's smile notched up several levels. "Bash! My hero!" she gushed, greeting her old friend eagerly. Alana and Sebastian were most certainly cut from the same cloth, and after being co-stars on a number of shows, they were basically family, if you asked Alana. "It's insane, like, she literally contains multitudes, don't you think?" she joked, picking up another two copies of Barba's life story. "Right? And sure, maybe I should've just packed two boxes. Sue me for being optimistic, I guess," she huffed, standing with a new stack of books in her arms. "I guess the universe knew you'd be nearby."

[sebasticnsteele]

"Talk about being in the right place at the right time," he said with a light chuckle. The two had gone way back when it came to sharing the stage together, which meant Alana would always have a special place in Sebastian heart. "She really should have considered separating it into two parts. Or maybe just summarizing certain chapters more." It hadn't been a book Sebastian had read, despite being a subject he was interested in. The sheer size of the book alone intimidated him. "No, the universe just knew I'd be here to swoop in and help you." He grabbed an armful of books from the box, lightening the load to make it easier to assemble back together—at least enough for the few more feet they needed to travel to make it through the door. "Here," he said to his friend, offering the handful of books to her in trade for the Barbra books she had in her arms. Once the box had all of the hefty books, Sebastian carefully lifted it up, making sure to hold the bottom so it didn't fall through again.