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His phone was buzzing in his pocket, and with each message he got from Maksim and each vague response that he got back-- Tommo was beginning to fall into easy laughter. He’d lured his roommate to the party by begging for a ride home and now, he simply hoped that Maks had grabbed a drink as he searched for him. Glad to have bundled up before heading over, he tipped back his bottle of rum to take a mouthful when he caught sight of a familiar face across the fire.
Chase, with the light from the flame hollowing out his cheekbones and making him look even more gaunt-- he lifted his fingers in a wave, but after not catching the other’s attention, he simply jaunted over. “Still green under that?” He asked, finally in earshot and gesturing to his sweater. Chase’s teeth were chattering and he sighed, handing the bottle over. “Might help keep you warm.”
