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[aaronxelias]

text: Shea

Aaron: Pretty lady

Aaron: you up for a drink?

Aaron: I'm in need of a drink... or 7

[aaronxelias]

@mssheabarrett

After the day he’d had, Aaron thought that he was entitled to a few drinks. It was the middle of the work week, sure, but he hadn’t begun the week expecting to run into his sister who he hadn’t seen in twenty years. He was still recovering from the stress of it. The simple thing would have been to have a drink with Rohan, complain for an hour, and then go home so that he would still be in proper working condition for tomorrow. Simple had never been his style though.

Instead, he’d invited Shea over. They’d had an easy kind of friendship — the kind without expectations or disappointments — and Aaron enjoyed having her around. Aaron had strict rules about who he invited into his home. It was his sanctuary, where he retreated to regroup after each day. It was not a place where he brought one night stands or acquaintances, but the few friends he’d made during his time in Westwick were something of a ragtag sort of family to him, even if the majority of them didn’t know the truth of his past. 

He’d already poured himself his second drink when the doorbell rang. Peeling himself off the couch, Aaron opened the door, threw a quick “thanks for coming” over his shoulder and unceremoniously turned to resettle himself on the couch, bring his glass to his lips. “Drinks are over there. Take anything you want. There’s probably food in the fridge if you’re hungry or I can just order something. Hope I didn’t disrupt you from something important.”

[aaronxelias]

From Shea: [text]: what are you wearing? ;)

text meme

[text]: currently? navy blue slacks, black dress shirt, no tie, cuff links, and a watch [text]: and yes, I realize this was supposed to be sexy but I’m at work and I’ve got strict rules about business and pleasure. Ask me again in a few hours

[chrisxortiz]

@mssheabarrett

Chris awoke in a panic, sweat pouring down his bare chest. It had been a few months since he’d last had a nightmare and he’d began to think that he was getting over them. Apparently not, he berated himself. Chris couldn’t say that he knew what he was doing. He believed he could hear the blood rushing through his veins, and feel the adrenaline rising in his throat threatening to drown him. Quickly, he pulled on a hoodie, his only thought to get outside, the need to be out in an open space with colder air beating at his face driving his actions. When next he could form a coherent thought, he was standing outside of Shea’s door waiting for her to answer. “You mind if I stay here for a bit,” were the first words out of his mouth when finally the door opened.

[ethanchambers]

[ @mssheabarrett ]

It was a plan that had been brought up what felt like forever ago now and whether it had just been swept under the rug or what, Ethan wasn’t sure. It was never brought up again. But he figured he’d finally follow through with it. Shooting Shea a quick text, he checked to see that she was home and up for company. And after stopping at the grocery store, he made his way over, bag of goodies accompanying him. “Alright, so. We talked about this a while back and, well... I hereby announce spring cleaning time.” He raised the bag for emphasis yet not quite showing what was in it. “I figured whether we actually burn some shit or not, we can still make some s’mores. But I got a variety bag of chocolate instead. Have you ever tried Reeses with marshmallows and graham crackers? Actually makes a pretty good substitute.”

[chrisxortiz]

From Shea ( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am ( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner? From Carly [text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans

text meme

[text]: Shea, hand your phone to someone who isn’t drunk so that they can send me your location[text]: sit tight. I’ll come get you

[text]: why choose when you can have both? [text]: also I just invited myself over for dinner since you’re having a feast[text]: I love you

[text]: sweetheart, I could gladly analyze that metaphor for you but I’m going to need a bit more context[text]: my knowledge is lacking where the notebook’s concerned