for: @mcrlinn plot: our muses are old family friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time. when wyatt approached, your muse’s boyfriend/fling/utp punched him in the face thinking he was a creep trying to hit on her. they’ve now been kicked out of the bar.
“you can go after them,” wyatt winced, half expecting them to run out behind who he assumed was their significant other. he had been sucker punched (which should have never happened in the first place). he always won in hand-to-hand combat after training in the military, but had been flustered over seeing his childhood best friend, that it threw him off. “i just wanted to say ‘hi’ so....” wyatt explained awkwardly. now because of that, he’d be sporting a black eye for at least a week. “your boyfriend’s kind of a douchebag,” he murmured as his jaw tightened trying to gain an ounce of dignity back.

















