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[secondhandmckie]

“I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” -Siobhan. Welcome to the Moody Poodle Tavern.

First Meetings Meme

The woman’s words are garbled as Molly crashes back into reality, the tavern’s lights impossibly bright overhead as she opened her eyes. Well, as she opened one eye. The other remained swollen shut.

Groaning, she slowly started to sit up, bracing herself against the table. “What the hell happened? I feel like I was hit by a truck.” Pausing, her good eye darted about. “Is this...you know, heaven? It figures heaven would be booze.”

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@lxsxngeles 

              seb had a bit of trouble getting his key into the lock. still disoriented, he wasn’t even sure what time it was, but he knew it was late and that he had to be quiet. the sun was coming up in the next few hours, which is why he came home in the first place. once he finally got inside, he walked into the kitchen for a glass of water, only turning on the light above the stove to guide his movements, but it wasn’t helping much. as he took long gulps, he remembered the night and why his body felt so sore. he remembered being in some guy’s lap, and laughing a lot. he remembered hands and the sensation of lips on his skin, now worried that there were bruises in unsavory places. he took a moment, leaning against the counter and taking a few deep breaths, hoping that in the morning, he could tell the other that he got in at a semi-reasonable hour and maybe he’d get some sympathy for how shitty he felt.

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@notsobasic

          Seb was never big on holidays, but that was primarily because he’d been alone for most of them. Now he wasn’t alone. He had Aidan to wear festive sweaters for, and force to make cookies with. All of that stupid Christmas stuff. “I will give you two choices,” he hummed, rounding his way onto the couch in his daily festive sweater. “We could... Go to a snowman building contest. Or!” Holding up a finger, he paused for dramatic effect. “We could build a gingerbread house, and yes those are the only two options and no, we aren’t drinking at the snowman building contest.”

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@silentiumxamoris

“Huh?” She blinked, looking at the cup and then rubbed her face. “Sorry it’s been a long couple of days.” Justine hadn’t been sleeping, those restless nights having crept back up on her which she hadn’t had in a few years now. “Sorry, forget I said anything. Candy apples, right,” she shook her head at him. Laying her head down, she fell into a state of half asleep and half awake, only stirring when she heard him. “Yeah, yeah sure. Didn’t mean to actually doze off there. We’ll go for food in a hour, I think by then you have at least half of what you need copied.”

After a pause to take a sip of his coffee, he eyed her and bit his lip. “You been sleeping?” He asked simply, averting his gaze back to the book. “Candy apples... Wrapped with pancakes... J-bird, you’re a genius.” Seb looked up again with his mouth slightly agape. When she got back up, he sighed and stood up. “You need a nap. Or better yet, a full night’s sleep. Come on.” He motioned for the bedroom, fully intending on anchoring her down with his body if he had to.

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@silentiumxamoris

“Mine are perfectly in order. Graduate and find a cuddle partner who’s not going to try and fuck me. I love the cuddling. I like the whole making out but I don’t want to fuck anyone. Especially no one from around here, I’d get some kind of STD at this rate.” She snorted before perking up. “Well, turn on Dead Silence, might as well finish it. Then we can flip through other things. I get a feeling it’s going to be a long night.”

“At this rate,” he repeated with a chuckle. “How many STDs do you think people have?” Before she could answer, he held up his hand. “Don’t answer that. I don’t wanna get you started.” Sex wasn’t that important to him, but he certainly enjoyed it. And on occasion, he enjoyed it with more than one person. But figured that was beside the point. “I’m not going to make you just jump into Dead Silence. If you wanna watch it, we’re starting it over.”

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@silentiumxamoris

“I’d just like to say that you were the one that brought up slapping, not me.” Baby laughed before reaching over to ruffle Seb’s hair. “Are you sure whatever you smoked wasn’t laced with somethin bub? And we are definitely not listening to Kings of Leon anymore. We need something more upbeat….or at least better. I’m personally thinking The Weeknd.”

“Even a slap would be more supportive than you right now,” he sighed dramatically, falling onto the couch. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve just... Been in a funk.” Looking over at Baby and shook his head. “I think I’m okay. Let’s listen to... High Hopes by Frank Sinatra. No pun intended.”

[lxsxngeles]

( @w-onderfulwonderfull )

isaiah laughed and smiled politely as he mingled with those at the party. he sipped from a glass of wine every so often, drinking very little to keep his wits about him. however, his wits were completely thrown out the window when his gaze caught that of sebastian, his son’s best friend lingering around his son, of course. tall and lanky and dark haired, he tore his gaze away. “yes, well, if you’ll excuse me,” he hummed as he patted the shoulder of whoever it was he’d been speaking to and started to pace away, gaze trained on seb, trying to get the other to look up and follow his lead.