#eliapere

[roncnm]

     She’d been sick. Or... off. Not well. And Ronan had nothing to do but worry. Well, worry, and provide. Ronan took the subway into the city, to 4th Avenue, ordering the ramen he’d promised Elia. Perhaps it was out of the way, and it delayed the time it took to get to her -- he informed her with a quick text of, be there in 30 instead. sorry, babe. -- but good food was worth the detour. When Ronan finally arrive at Elia’s door, vegetable ramen and edamame in hand, he was fraught with concern, but hid it behind an encouraging smile. “Food’s here. I can be your delivery service, drop it and run, but I am here if you want the company.” || @eliapere

[nitesongs]

@eliapere

     “calm down, man. we were just talking.” johnny sat back in his seat in the blue room and gave to reason for the man to jump him as he publicly berating him for speaking to his escort. his jaw tightened in annoyance, but it wouldn’t do any good to get thrown out for fighting. he smoothed his hand over his leg instead of making a fist and watched as the guy left for he night, escort along with him. “douchebag,” johnny muttered as he shook his head and finished his drink--then finished the escort’s abandoned one. he took a breath through his nose and decided it was time to go. the hour was late, and he had enough to drink to convince him to do something stupid.