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taco lovin’ | 8/5/20
Basically, Shea had pretty much cut off the world when he checked himself into rehab. He took the money Khai had paid him and paid for a couple of weeks to stay. However the money was drained now, since rehab was expensive. He had a balance he needed to pay off now, but at least he could say the couple of weeks were needed. Besides that, he was going to stick with going to therapy. He needed a steady job to pay for that. Which was what he was out doing now. Except there was always time for a coffee break.
After getting his cup of hot black coffee he turned on his heals, and did a double take at the person behind him about to order. “Oh,” He muttered. “Hey.., what’s up?” He asked nonchalantly like he hadn’t just fell off the face of the earth for a couple weeks.
eeveecrmchl·:
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“If I ever come to one of these practices sober, pack your shit and go because that just might mean I’ve finally snapped.” Eevee takes them to the little recreational area they’ve set up for themselves first, popping the mini fridge open and grabbing a soda, downing half the can in one go. Her special juice can come later. “You asking me if I can handle a little screaming, Morgan? It’s like you don’t even know me.” Gingerly taking Lucinda out of her case, she regards Shea with a wink. “So do you want to start with Ghost or is that too much too soon?”
Shea followed her, also helping himself in the mini fridge for a soda. He popped the fan, took a sip and flopped down on the couch. He watched her down half her soda and move on to get out her baby. “If that day ever comes, I wouldn’t put it past you to put me in the hospital,” he shrugged. He took another sip and looked at her, “Nothing is too much too soon.” He admitted. “I think we both can agree on that one?” He raised his brow at her. If one thing was for sure, he felt like he was on the same level with the rest of his band mates when it came to real shit. They never spoke a word, but could slam out an entire song about their demons without batting an eye.
lorencourtier·:
Nothing seemed to be going right for Loren since the moment he had returned from his trip. Getting stuck in an elevator with Shea though, that was just the icing on the cake. “Yeah, thanks” he huffed. Leaning his back against the wall of the elevator. He gazed over at Shea and he could see that the male was obviously tired. But, he didn’t wanna ask about it. He imagined it would be tiring chasing after someone else’s man. “So.. does this happen a lot? I mean, we might as well eat this if we’re gonna be here a while, yeah?” And that right there was his attempt at trying to be friendly.
Shea looked over at Loren from the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t sure if he meant it when he offered up the food. Something just felt odd about it. “No thank you,” Shea said quietly. Thinking about eating right now turned Shea’s stomach. “I’m not really hungry.” Eating lately was a hard task when he was so stressed about trying to pick up all his broken pieces after being bailed out. Besides that, he had to follow parole. He didn’t have much of an appetite lately. Especially not now that he was stuck in a tiny space with Loren of all people. Shea was unaware of why Loren might not like him. He supposed it had mostly to do with why everyone else hated him. And if it had anything to do with Jace, Shea really didn’t know why. Was it his stupidity or carelessness? He didn’t know. But in his eyes, Loren had no reason to be threatened by Shea. Shea didn’t really care to ask either. He just sat there and fiddled with the rip in the knee of his jeans.
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alison-haynes·:
“It isn’t like you planned for this to happen. You don’t have to apologize for it.” Alison brought a finger up to her wavy hair, twirling it around in there. Her eyes glanced up to the man standing above her. “I mean – I don’t have much to say to you. You pulled a knife on my best friend. There isn’t much to say to you. I do think you’re an asshole though. But, we’re stuck in an elevator. You could change my mind.”
Shea couldn’t help but start to laugh a little bit. He shook his head and then slid down the wall to finally take a seat himself. “Welcome to the club, I think I’m an asshole too.” Shea had to be straight up. He scratched his chin, sighing a little. “I’m not going to try to change people’s minds, I have no reason. The reall issue is just ... trying to change myself and that’s my main concern right now instead of making excuses.” Shea felt genuine about it. He tried to change himself once before and it was sad to say that getting sent to prison was the rock bottom he needed to turn his life around.
edwardxsullivan·:
Teddy nodded in acknowledgement at the other man’s words and waited. He frowned as it was clear that there was no call actually happening. “Oh you’ve got to be …” Teddy muttered and pulled his own phone out of his pocket. No service. What were the odds? “No service. Shit.” Putting down the food and the beer, Teddy started poking at the panel, hoping there was some sort of call service button but nothing he could see. “Unbelievable.” Looking down at the beer, he looked over at the other guy. “Want a beer while we wait?”
Sighing heavily, Shea reached up and pushed his hair back. He leaned against the wall and wrapped his arms around himself. Then he looked over at the other offering up beer while they waited. Shea bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head. He cleared his throat, “No.. no thanks, I’m good,” he said. “But don’t let me stop you.”
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cameliaxmacmillan·:
Oh dear.. “It’s less about me thinking people are staring, and more that I’m scared I’ll get roofied by a stranger again. I’m self concious that I look like an easy target, but if I’m sitting with someone, even if practically a stranger, at least I don’t look like quite the easy victim.” It was far too sad that it was how her mind worked. The ways to not look like the victim. Ways to look like she was safe. Ways to feel safe. “So I wish I felt comfortable doing things alone, but I don’t.”
Shea sighed to himself slowly. Leave it to himself to stick his foot in his mouth. “I’m... sorry,” He said quietly to the girl and reached for his water glass to take a few sips. “I’m sorry that happened to you...” He added after a moment.
bensonnick·:
He nodded before politely responding, “good, all things considered.” He could’ve walked away right then and there, called it good. But, something inside him was screaming at him to stay, to try and help Shea. Nick didn’t think he’d be very good at his job if he didn’t believe that second chances and that sentences and punishments worked. He sighed as he gestured with his hands, “look, why don’t we cut the bullshit? I’ll be frank, I could care less about the useless and trivial back and forth small talk. It gets us no where and means nothing. I’m not asking how you are to try and get you in trouble, or keep tabs on you or something like that. I’m asking because I care.” He shook his head, and looked at his shoes for a brief second, “I get it if you don’t want to deal with me. But, if you’d like someone to talk to,” he trailed off for a moment, “I’ll be inside getting a coffee. “ He offered the other man a small smile before moving past him and heading into the cafe. He wasn’t going to force Shea to talk to him, but he was hoping the kid would take him up on his offer.
Shea blinked at Nick, and starred at him slightly wide eyed. Except something in his dumb brain was telling him not to trust Nick, even if he did want too. He glanced to the street and watched a couple of cars pass before looking back at Nick. There were very few people in Shea’s life that said those words. That they cared. He didn’t expect it to come from Nick. Not like this. He barely knew him, however clearly Nick might know more about Shea that Shea knew. He did take Shea’s over-served ass out of a party in cuff’s and Shea had no recollection of what he said or if he said anything.
He pressed his lips together, watching Nick offer up the opportunity to sit down and talk. Shea was never good at that. In-fact he was terrible at it. He’d gotten so used to keeping everything in, he didn’t know how to talk about those things like a normal person. They obviously bubbled up out of his service in shitty drunken and... violent ways. Which was the extent of what the knife incident at the party essentially was. He stood outside, watching Nick walk in to get coffee. He turned to look back at the street again and even started walking away. That is until he found himself turning on his heals, and taking in a deep breath before walking into the dinner a few minutes later, getting himself a coffee and sitting down across from Nick at a table.
Discord Text & Short Para Thread
WHO: Jace & Shea ( @jace-matthews )
WHEN: August 30th
WHAT: After Jace breaks the news of his break up and in the midst of party planning for next weekend, they end up having an emotional sleepover in khai’s guest bedroom lol
TRIGGER WARNINGS: -crinnge emoooootions
MENTIONS:
Very briefly: @aaronhart93 @romanbeckett @lorencourtier
talk about @malakhai-ozera @dammitdorian
Discord Text Thread
WHO: Jace & Shea ( @jace-matthews )
WHEN: August 24th
WHAT: Shea texts Jace to tell him about apologizing to Aaron and Roman, it escalates into an argument about Shea’s decisions
TRIGGER WARNINGS: -
MENTIONS: @aaronhart93 @romanbeckett @ella-isms @malakhai-ozera @lorencourtier (briefly)
edwardxsullivan·:
Teddy was exhausted. It had been a busy day at work and the hot weather and the lack of air conditioning was not something he was accustomed to so sleep was not a thing that was happening. With food in hand and a six pack under one arm, he slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. When the apparatus ground to a halt and the red lights came on, he cursed under his breath. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Goddamnit.” He pressed the button again, rather foolishly perhaps but something at least. “Do you see a number we can call?”
“Way ahead of you,” Shea said as he pulled out his phone and started to dial the emergency number. He tried twice but of course, the call wouldn’t go through. He sighed a few times trying to get it to work holding his phone closer to the door, but nothing. “Look at that... dead zones do exist in New York..” He muttered. He pushed his fingers through his hair and looked at the stranger. “I don’t suppose your phone has any service?”
eeveecrmchl·:
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Eevee can only nod — well, not in understanding but in solidarity. While she herself has never thought to get clean, she’s not one to stop others from doing so. “It’s fine. I’ve had my daily dose of wake and bake. Just wanted to see if you were down,” she shrugs, leading the way inside. “I don’t know how it goes, but if you’re going cold turkey clean, we don’t have to do anything. Hell, I’ll even drink my ‘special juice’ outside in the hallway if you want.” It’s a genuine suggestion; Eevee doesn’t want to be that asshole that fucks someone’s road to recovery.
Shea followed her in. “I wouldn’t put that one past you,” he laughed a little. “And you don’t have to drink in the hall way, I’m not that bad.” Although at this point in the day, he really could use a strong drink but Shea knew it was safe to just ... not. “I just want to scream into the microphone if you can handle it.”
romanbeckett·:
Roman knitted his brows together, looking at Shea in confusion, because what in the world could he possibly be grabbing from the studio? He thought about letting it go, but Ro was nosy, and it’s not like they were getting out of here any time soon. “What could you be getting from the studio?” He posed back to the other male, and then ran a hand through his hair again out of nervous habit. “How are things…going for you?” He tried to ask with a little less edge to his voice.
Shea took in a breath and gently let it out. He figured Roman would ask questions. Shea didn’t blame him though. It was a long moment, and Roman even went on to ask him how he was. Eventually Shea started using his words again. “Well my good drum sticks are there,” he said. True. “And uh,” he bit down on his bottom lip. “I mean not the greatest I’ll be honest. However, I deserve to struggle. I know I do.” Another long pause before Shea looked over at Roman. “How are you doing?” Contrasting Roman, Shea’s inquiry was actually sincere.