#lemie 006.

[xaviermattthews]

closed for: @lemielewis

where: anywhere u want queen.. i'd follow u into battle

"I kind of regret giving your dad my actual phone number, he's blowing me up constantly." X remarks while scrolling through a duo of double texts from Liam Lewis asking about both allergies and food preferences. "Are you going to this Christmas dinner?"

[luckylewis]

closed for: @lorelailewis & @lemielewis

where: oasis, near the dancefloor

Though Lucky was paying homage to his four years in London with both his outfit choice and his energy that night, he could have easily been mistaken as trying to do an impression of an Australian kangaroo with how he jumped to every bass drop. He didn't want to tear himself away from the dance floor or the temporary friends he met on it -- one of which kept trying to snatch his bucket hat from him -- but he did when he spotted his sisters finally congregating.

It seemed Lori had managed to escape from being held in behind the bar captivity, and he practically bounced over to the pair of them, head still nodding to the beat.

"Can you believe this is the first time we've ever all been in a club together?" He asked loudly, aware that that was mostly his fault for the time he was gone. He didn't want to dwell on that that evening, he didn't want to do anything but feel like a twenty-two year old at a rave.

Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

There was something that couldn't though, and he wasted no time reaching into the pockets of his cargo shorts to produce two bucket hats to go with his own that he had carefully picked out for each of them.

"There." He says as he places Lemie's on her head, hoping it would be distracting enough for Lori to not actually look at the one he placed on her cranium seconds later. "We go!"