@rhettwinters
“This shit is way, waaaaay to classy for me. Do you think the waiter will look at me like an animal if I asked to start drinking the champagne straight out of the bottle?”
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@rhettwinters
“This shit is way, waaaaay to classy for me. Do you think the waiter will look at me like an animal if I asked to start drinking the champagne straight out of the bottle?”
Starting out by making my favorite of my DA protags, Rhett Hawke.
Here’s what he looked like in DA2 for reference. I’m gonna make my DA sims be what they would possibly look like in DA4
“I’ve told you before, I don’t want to talk about him.”
@blxckhexrtedsouls
Liam had texted Rhett over for a drink. Liam was known as being a playboy and that he was never serious. He was also one for to lead people on but he always expected them to that there was not anything real or deep because he does not do deep. Liam already poured himself some whiskey when he heard a knock on his door. He walked over shirtless and looked through it to see Rhett. “How is it going?” he replied with a smile as he opened the door and let the man in. “Here you go.” he added before closing the door and walking back to pour himself another glass. @rhett-boudreaux
@blxckhexrtedsouls
“We’ve really gotta stop meeting like this. It’s starting to become a habit.” Marlowe mumbled as she looked over at the dark haired man. “But it’s been due time for us to run into each other again. Hoping that you’d give up on me like, but I was wrong.”
"Dear Romeo!" Rhett grinned, sliding alongside the male, "Have you been naughty or nice this year? Don't spare any details."
"No details spared, huh? You might need to sit down and stay awhile if I'm regaling you with the misdeeds of the last year." Romeo laughed, finding the sudden request and the enthusiasm with which it'd been asked endearing and exciting. "I'm gonna come out and say I've got a hunch I'm on the naughty list. 'Specially if Santa's a prude. "
@rhettwinters
“I was going to suggest we play Say It or Shot it but let’s be real, I’d be sober as fuck after that. It doesn’t work when you’re an unfiltered open book.”
Gemma froze when she saw him, her cup of coffee in hand as she turned from the counter to find him waiting in line. The part of her that still hadn’t processed what Kennedy had told her was excited, making her stomach flutter and her heart stutter. She didn’t want to see him, or talk to him, or let him know she was in town, although she was sure he already knew, but still she found herself walking towards him. “So I hear congratulations are in order,” she said flatly, clearing her throat and avoiding eye contact. @rhettwinters