#interactions: atticus

[alfiexnorris]

The beach party wasn’t quite what Alfie had expected when he had heard there was a beach party- of course growing up seeing MTV’s Spring Break on friends tvs he had kind of been hoping for something like that, but this was more barbecue on the beach. Sure there was alcohol, and slaves wandering around providing food and drinks, and also partying, but it was a little disappointing when he’d been expecting a rager. He took a business card with a gummy in a bag stapled to it from his backpack and opened the little bag and popped the gummy into his mouth, chewing it thoughtfully before he saw someone he knew in the crowd. He hopped off his barstool and walked through the people with his drink in one hand and another edible in the other. “Hey you,” he said to Atticus with a slight grin. “Hungry?” he asked as he held up the card with the edible on it. “First one’s free,” he winked. 

@voulez-vousatticus​

[wildxhayes]

Atticus. Of course he’d have to fucking do this to Atticus. Wilder sighed deeply, but soundlessly as he stood in front of the young man he’d only recently had a very good weekend with. He was getting used to this shit that the school was making him do, and he hated that he was getting used to it. He couldn’t control himself, and he could apologize to the people he was doing it to. He hated it, he hated all of it, and he especially hated the fluid way he was able to pick up a wooden paddle and run it over Atticus’ back, before he drew it back and then snapped it forward against the other man’s ass. He winced himself at the force, but if there was one thing he was thankful for, it was that he didn’t have his usual abilities. He was bound, and not nearly as strong as he normally was, so that was good, at least for Atticus. 

@voulez-vousatticus

[wildxhayes]

Wilder didn’t know why he was nervous while he picked up the bedroom in the treehouse. It was weird, knowing that he was going to be sharing his space for the next few days, and with someone he didn’t know well, like Atticus. Honestly, he didn’t know why he chose Atticus, maybe it was because of the conversation they’d had in the lounge, or maybe it was because Atticus was- well, he was definitely Wilder’s type, but either way, he’d filled out the rental request, and to his surprise it had been approved. Maybe there had been part of him that thought, heck, this won’t get approved, it would definitely explain the surprise he’d felt when he got the approval notice, and now he had to clean up for his guest. 

He heard a car park at the top of the trail and then the crunching of leaves down the trail towards his treehouse, so he tossed the last few things into their place, their place being a chair he tossed his dirty laundry onto, and then went out to the first building of his treehouse, then the patio of the building, and watched as a guard walked Atticus down the trail to his house. “I know you don’t like nature, but it’s not so bad, right?” he asked as he held his hands out with a grin. 

@voulez-vousatticus​

[leibxedelman]

@voulez-vousatticus​

The bar was closed.  Not many things were open 24-hours on the island, which made somewhat sense.  Slaves were in the cells and masters and professors had… other things to do.  But Atticus had been here for years now, and had figured out patterns of lots of people on the island - he was more dedicated to this than his actual schoolwork.  So on this fine weekday evening, after most things had closed for the night, Atticus was still lurking about the streets, way past curfew, sneaking into closed establishments and going nuts.  All it took was a lot of some weed, a lockpick, and a few YouTube videos to figure out how to do it.  Beer was flowing and he was drinking straight from the tap, arms full of snacks and other non-frozen foods he found in the kitchen.  Life was short and in his mind, this was worth it.  It had been a long time since he had a crazy night out and he had to spend it alone - until the front door just… opened up.  Atticus shot up, swallowing the remnants of the drink in his mouth, with wide eyes.  “I own this business,” he blurted, before recognizing what he was even saying.  “Or, um… I have permission?”

Leib was no stranger to a late night walk, he enjoyed it in fact, so he started taking them almost every night, so when he saw the lights on in a bar that was normally closed by now, he frowned and then walked to the door. It was unlocked he realized with a gentle pull, and opened the door, looking into the obviously closed bar and then frowning when the slave stammered out two excuses. “I mean, if you own the place I’d expect you to have permission,” the librarian chuckled softly as he looked at the younger man. “Come on, before someone not as nice as me catches you,” he nodded his head to the door. “You can even bring the snacks- I won’t tell.” he assured him.