In which Billy picks Steve up from work (shortly after he started working with Robin) and he has some news for his clueless boo.
(A.k.a. Harringrove meets Angels in America. 💜)
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In which Billy picks Steve up from work (shortly after he started working with Robin) and he has some news for his clueless boo.
(A.k.a. Harringrove meets Angels in America. 💜)
playing innocent
where: blue quarry mall who: cole + robin @rcbinbvckleys
From the moment he stepped into the mall, Cole knew this night was going to be wild. Not because everyone was in the mood to party-- no, not at all-- but because everyone was uncomfortable. It made sense, everyone in the room had been affected by the fire in some way, and of course no one really wanted to be here. And if there's one thing Cole retained from high school, it's that when people are uncomfortable, they drink. A lot. Which is why Cole was offended when Harringon questioned his forethought.
After about six cups of lukewarm beer, Cole decided to venture into the crowd. The closest person to him was Robin, who he had never officially met but knew from afar. He noticed her cup was dangerously low and took it from her hand, using his head to motion towards the keg. "Here, let me top you off," he offered, his words slightly slurred.
Then, through his alcohol-infused haze, he realized how weird it was for a guy she doesn't know to take her cup and he turned towards her, splashing beer onto his shirt. "I'm Cole. A friend of Harrington's. Sorry, not trying to be weird, or like... predatory." He handed her the cup back and laughed at his stupidity. "So, how's your night going?"
POV: you're an newspaper