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[eliza-holmes]

“I said I’m fine. I just want to go home and rest there.” Eliza argued with the nurse who insisted on checking her over once more. “I’ll be fine. I’ll go hunt, and I’ll be good as new.” Truth be told Eliza still felt weak after fighting off the group of junkies who nearly drained her at Pride. She swatted at the nurses hand again, “I swear to god, if you touch that IV again, you’re gonna regret it.”

[eliaspagespecialfx]

“Okay, so where am I supposed to put these?” Elias asked, motioning to the cases of drinks in his arms. “I didn’t know what everyone liked, so I grabbed nearly one of everything.” He chuckled to himself. “I haven’t missed the birthday boy showing up yet, have I?”

[iznovakofficial]

“Dumbest thing I did today? Bought a matcha green tea latte. It was bullshit. I don’t know why I let the internet lie to me. Have you had those things? It tastes like hot seaweed water. ...Should’ve just got a coffee. What the fuck was I thinking?”

[eliaspagespecialfx]

The details of the evening were still fuzzy at best, but Eli knew he’d hurt someone. Someone he had been trying to protect. He looked as though he was aimlessly wandering through the crowds, but he wasn’t. He was looking for anyone, a friendly face that he could send back to Sabrina.

“Hey... hey. Can you help me? Please?” Still awkwardly holding tightly to the tarp wrapped around his waist.

[iznovakofficial]

Iz padded around the pool. “Alright.” He grunted, looking around at his empty chair. He stood, wet from his swim moments ago and wearing only a towel and his trunks. “Haha, very funny.” Iz intoned, voice humorless. “Where-” He paused, wiping a hand down his wet face. Iz looked around again. “Where the fuck are my clothes?” Iz muttered aloud, body shifting towards the nearest person. “Hey. Did you see anything on this chair?”

[bentnotbroken]

I miss cooking for myself...

That's probably the only thing (aside from Drake) that I miss from back home. I love being able to cook for myself and the kids and Blaine.