#enclscene

[quinproquo]

         ——— s t a r t . | @enclscene​

At the very least, Jude’s place was one of the things that Nathaniel got used to; sure, it wasn’t a luxury apartment downtown like he has, but it was home in a way --------- and by home it meant it felt like just walking back into New York because it literally just look like Jude got his dump there and relocated. Still, just like the old times, it was just as much of a good place to get high. After all, having Jude to provide him with the best kind saves him all the trouble of finding one for himself—among other things, really. If he was honest, Jude made settling into Providence a little easier. So, for everything else that the guy needed, Nathaniel was there --------- except for the notion of being part of his show… or at least being in front of the camera. He’s not at all opposed to getting the production company as a client for his firm after all. But for the moment, he hummed… his broad chest swelling on for a breath—a puff of fine smoke that came with the warm and cozy ease that had him settle deeper into the corner of the couch.

“—ever fucked a Postmates guy?” he began with a snort, his head tilting aside to meet the other’s gaze as his mind held onto the topic that came about since they were waiting for the food to come after all. “Or a pizza guy? You’ve always been the horny when high kind of person…”

[provimens]

@enclscene henri and ricardo

this wasn’t henri’s normal scene. sure, he had been privy to many a blind date. being a bartender, it wasn’t unusual for his bar to become the home of such instances. but henri had never partaken in one himself. on the contrary, after his last long-term relationship ended, henri had more or less swore off the whole committed relationship thing, choosing instead to rely solely on one-night stands that he was sure to forget the next morning. but his friends had another thing in mind, and how they had roped him into agreeing to go on the date, he’ll never know.

even still, henri was never ont to half-ass anything. he had showered and dressed, not necessarily to the nines, he looked put together. fitted jeans and a blank v-neck sweater hugged his exterior, as he examined himself in the reflection of the restaurant bathroom. he watched his face carefully, not seeking to bely just how uncomfortable he was with the whole situation. so, when the time finally came, he strode out into the light din of the restaurant with confidence and a bright smile.

finding the table that the host directed him to, he walked him and offered another flash of smile.

“hi, ricardo? i’m henri.”