#barney:starter

[heirbud]

open: any (25-30) possible plot: our muses were (best friends, high school/college sweethearts, or etc.) growing up but had a falling out just before your muse left their comfortable little town.

It was strange seeing them in their booth. The booth they would go to every Sunday morning when they were younger. Seeing they had come home brought a flurry of emotions. Emotions that he would have to supress as he held onto their wallet that had dropped in the shop next door. Taking a seat across from them he puts on a friendly face. It wasn't a genuine expression. It was more like him masking to appropriatly interact in public. "I think you dropped this next door."

[heirbud]

open: any (25+) muse: barnabas "barney" - appx. 27-32 years old. plot: (in source) vd.  it’s valentine’s day night and we’re both clearly single and waiting in line to order takeout at the local chinese restaurant by ourselves where it feels like we’re the only two single people in the city , and we get to chatting and laughing about our bad luck in love / our many failed relationships when the host / hostess mistakes us for a couple , and now suddenly we’re pretending we’re on a date so we can get the free valentine’s day dessert special??

Barney smirks, watching the sparkle in the other's eye as they propose, what seemed like, a crazy idea from a complete stranger. "Say less. I'm always down for a dessert heist." He responds quietly, leaning in to give the illusion that they were much more than strangers. "Maybe we should do this all around town and see what we can get away with." An idea sparks and he pulls a ring off of his pinky. Anything to turn this lonely evening into some fun. Rather than another night being tortured with memories of his past. "Hell, we can do the whole proposal thing while we're at it."