#lizdunham

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( @lizdunham )

"I know, I know." Mars says quickly as he walks into her home with two sandwiches from the deli. He'd sent a short text asking if she wanted to have one of their usual lunches, and shown up with his healing black eye and split lip. He's just thankful that she can't see the bandages on his torso. "An attempted mugging. Nothing seriously injured except my ego, promise."

[designedonchaos]

Location: Mars' Home Status: Closed ( @lizdunham )

He doesn't know why he started babysitting - and certainly, if Liz knew the kind of life he lived within the Brotherhood, perhaps she would've thought twice about him taking care of her 5 year old son. But he and Liz had a sort of odd relationship. One based on Lara, which made it more complicated. Connected by grief, by a deceased wife and a close friend. And now it's just them. And Eddie, of course. Eddie keeps Mars on his game, keeps him focusing on the little boy who's precocious and playing with LEGOs. And Mars focuses on that, focuses on showing him that if he really wants the building to be structurally sound, you'd put the blocks here, not there. It's easier to keep busy when Eddie's running around and asking questions and doing the most. He likes this kind of chaos.

And by the time Eddie's asleep in one of the guest rooms in Mars's architecturally impressive home, he's moved back into the cozy den. Music is playing quietly and he's ordering Indian food for them to share, knowing Liz will be back soon. He walks himself over to the door when he gets a text, not wanting to ring the doorbell and wake the sleeping child. "Hello babes." He murmurs, leaning to give her a kiss on the cheek before letting her inside. "Eddie's already asleep. The high-rise he built is pretty impressive though. On the coffee table." He points with a grin.

[designedonchaos]

Where: The Brooklyn Museum Status: Closed ( @lizdunham )

At an event like this, Mars is always eager to find someone to chat with. He's been taking his time making the rounds with a few old employers, some clientele from his various projects. High-rises and rec centers, and the ridiculously designed millionaire home out in Queens for a plastic surgeon. It's good to see all those faces, know that he still has them under his thumb. Good for a connection, better for a favor.

Mars has a few people on his mind beyond just work. He's keeping an eye out for Rahi, but also for Liz - despite the somewhat awkwardness of their friendship, he's still grateful for her checking in on him. Bringing him lunch, or sending an occasional text. Especially when she really doesn't owe him anything. If anything, she could've cut ties when Lara passed. But instead... well, he supposes having friends outside of work is good. Lara would want him to talk to her. So he walks to her, hands tucked into the pockets of his nice slacks. "You look lovely." He says softly over her shoulder, stepping up to her side. "Having a good night? Hard not to in a place like this, I should think." His usual effortless charm that he turns on for these events is a bit lacking, only because he knows Liz can see past it.

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closed for: @lizdunham location: the brooklyn museum

There's a special sort of joy, or maybe it's pride, to be found in the idea that David is the last person at least five people in this gala want to see tonight. The fact that two out of those people are related to him is just an added bonus.

He finds Liz, as one would expect, by the dessert bar, still sober enough to wear an expression of absolute disdain when she locks eyes with her little brother from across the buffet table. That makes one of them. "So, funny joke I just thought of," David says in lieu of a greeting, plucking a petit four from its tray just to play with it. "Three children of a disgraced American senator walk into a gala..."

That's it. That's the joke.

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Where: The Brooklyn Museum Status: Closed ( @lizdunham​ ) 

The event is in full swing and Asa’s thankfully not drunk yet. He’s trying very hard not to ‘drink socially’- which is when he gulps down cocktail after cocktail instead of having to figure out small talk. It’s so much easier, especially for him- to nod politely and look invested and then keep drinking. But he’s been doing alright with the talking tonight. The talking, the banter. He’s lucky he hasn’t been pulled in for shots yet, because he’s sure someone will sucker him into it- especially if the others from the Syndicate have anything to say about it. 

But for now he’s taken a step outside, finding the front steps to be breezier and more comforting for some fresh air. His head is buzzing despite only having one cocktail- he’s been noticing a dull ache in his temple, but he’s used to it. Just a nice sit will help. So he sits himself down on the long and beautiful staircase, before realizing someone else familiar is nearby. “Liz?” He smiles, giving a shy wave. He’s trying very hard not to get the lovely long jacket dirty, the sheer dark shirt underneath not providing much warmth from the breezy outdoors though. “I didn’t realize you’d be here- have a seat, I was debating a cigarette.” He chuckles tiredly, a hand rubbing the faded scar on his temple, other hand feeling for the box of cigarettes he’d tucked away somewhere. “You look beautiful, love... how’s your night going?”