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“we could get there by tomorrow if we had a better car, you know.”
SC. & ------ @cryhavok !
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He’s a few drinks behind everyone on purpose; the alcohol always hits him harder and faster than it hits the others, even with the tolerance his history of unhealthy drinking binges lent him. Having just finished his first drink--when the most of the others have downed at least two--he’s already feeling quite warm, his voice has gotten a little louder, and his personality has become a bit more open.
It’s nice, gathering outside in one of the gardens for drinks like this. It reminds him of all the evenings he and his friends had driven out to one of the nearby park campgrounds to split a case of beer and let loose.
As the sun sets, however, the warmth from his two-drink buzz and nostalgia for the Arizona heat is less than enough to keep him comfortable, and subconsciously, he finds himself gravitating toward Alex. He hovers near him, enjoying the companionship of this grab-bag group, his new family, in a way he sometimes finds difficult when completely sober.
In the middle of one of Sean’s jokes, Josh slings a bare arm over Alex’s back and shoulders, drawing in more heat from the direct contact.
“Sorry.” Wanting to be heard over the laughter and the handful of other boisterous conversations taking place around them, he’d leaned in a little too close, his lips an inch or so away from the shell of Alex’s ear. “--just getting chilly.”
“ alex, ” charles says, sudden and abrupt. they’re alone at the table this morning : sean sick and still asleep in bed and hank had only dropped by to grab two pieces of toast before making himself scarce again, unable to stand the possibility of being ribbed. “ i have a small favour to ask of you. you can drive, can’t you? ”
@cryhavok › STARTER CALL.
‘ this is the place where nightmares are made. ’
it’s been a long time ( accepting ! )
❝ It is BLEAK, isn’t it ? Where is everybody ? I thought this was supposed to be the city centre ? ❞
————— And as the words leave her lips, she narrowly misses their assailant’s attack. From behind, a blast erupts, thundering towards her, while from her sides, her team mates give a YELL of her name. She only has time to concentrate on one, jumping out of the way as a hand extends to strike back. The nearest lamp post begins to r u m b l e, its metal post detaching from the sidewalk and the light bulb going out in YELLOW SPARKS as it soars towards their opponent, knocking him out and wrapping around his body.
With that, Lorna lets out a sigh of relief, turning back towards Alex. ❝ You were saying ? ❞
❝ Nope, nope, nope--- DAMN ! ❞ The bathroom door slams shut just as she approaches, the green-haired girl p o u n d i n g a fist against polished wood. And THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is why Lorna hates the morning rush. ❝ Sean, I’m going to kill you ! ❞
@cryhavok smol starter call / accepting ♡
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Pietro is quiet, sitting cross-legged on the bar, his hands in his lap. The place is absolutely destroyed, shattered glass carpeting the floor, and he says nothing at all. People have tried to kill Pietro before, but he’s never been so offended by it - that’s perhaps why the good POLICE FORCE of New York City called upon an Avenger to come for him instead.
But he’s tired of fighting for today. He’s absolutely EXHAUSTED, and he doesn’t so much as feel like walking home.
“Did they send YOU to calm me down?
That’s funny. Very ironic.”
As he speaks, a shard of glass works its way out of Pietro’s neck, falling bloodied upon his knee, but within a few seconds the wound has healed, shedding scabbed skin onto his legs as well.
“I’m tired, Summers, but I shan’t be apprehended.”
