where: outside cc's place who: @ccxcorioni & nolan fitzpatrick
This was one of those nights. One of many, really, since the night of the engagement party. Since he realized he was fifty-thousand dollars in debt because of a woman who he foolishly let keep him on a leash, his pride and bank account in shambles, and on top of that -- since he had to listen to what felt like a parade of assholes come in to his office and act like he wasn't sitting within earshot from his office as they propositioned his paralegal. His. Both professionally and personally -- but, of course the former was all he really was frustrated about, right? Because despite the time spent with one another over the years, despite those moments shared over the past six months that would linger in his mind for hours, days, weeks after, there was nothing truly between them other than the normal banter that had marked their relationship since she'd come on board at the law firm all those years ago. Nothing at all.
So, him texting CC at one in the morning on a Saturday night truly meant nothing at all. Right? Because he already happened to be down the street from her house with his little brother, and the two of them happened to get kicked out after almost starting a fight with one of the barbacks -- and it was her that happened to answer his text in the first place. So.
Clumsily approaching the door, Nolan lifted a fist and gave it a couple of loud knocks. "Nachos are gettin' soggy, Corioni." He practically shouted against the hardwood, tilting his head to rest against the door as he waited while the plastic bag hung loosely from his fingertips. "I'm gonna start hummin' the jeopardy theme song pretty damn soon if you don't open up -- and that won't be good for nobody." Considering Nolan couldn't carry even a simple tune to save his life.
