#p:23

[addybryant]

location: The Hard Times date: July 24th 2020 availability: closed @charliechomsky​

As much as Addy loved the atmosphere and almost everyone being in one place it really didn’t leave much room if the bar for anyone to move around. The air hung heavy from the warmth of all the people and the mixture of that and Addy being just the tiniest of bit, well maybe more then a tiny bit, drunk, left Addy starting to feel crowded for the first time all night.

Her drink still in hand Addy tried to make her way for the door. Hoping just the small bit of fresh air from being outside to be enough to cool her off even if she knew the humidity would still be hanging in the air. Addy didn’t make it that far.

Turning to quickly and not paying attention Addy found herself slamming right into someone. Of course her only worry was her drink and when Addy saw the half filled cup was still in fact half full she smirked. “No party foul!”

This honestly wasn’t the correct answer to running into someone but it was all Addy seemed worried about until she looked at the annoyed face of the person she had bumped into. “Oh. I mean. Sorry?”

[aidenabishop]

You, Me, and the Team

He’s still groaning in pain, flinching at every touch that comes his way. “I don’t have a concussion, Jammah.” He whines, hand around Jamal’s wrist in a way that he could push off, but instead, he just tightens his hold every time he feels the swelling around his eye throb with pain. “I can’t believe you decided to steal my fucking thunder like this.” He hears Jonah off to his side followed by Mason’s (one of the also new players on the team this season) hisses. “Stop fucking poking me there, Jonah!” Mason bellows before Aiden feels Jamal’s touch fade and it’s only then does he open his eyes. However his left is done so with difficulty. He’s turning to Mason and sees the massive goose egg and Aiden can’t help but let out a laugh, however, he’s stopped when the excessive squinting of his eyes shoots pain to the inflicted area just above his brow bone where he’d managed to split the eyebrow a good two inches from the impact. “Todavia estas bello, Aiden. No te preocupes.” It’s Pique and he’s fucking laughing and Aiden’s learned well enough to know what that means. You’re still handsome, Aiden. Don’t worry. However the playful, mocking tone forces Aiden to reach out toward the voice and punch him in the shoulder. “What! I was complimenting you!”  Pique exclaims, feigning hurt from Aiden’s force-less punch.

And that seems to be it because Enrique is coming through the five teammates that stuck around to watch the show while the others were forced away in case the boys had suffered some form of concussion from the impact. “Feeling okay?”  he asks both Aiden and Mason. Both boys nod and Aiden even so much as tries to grin but Enrique is immediately on him. “No empiezes, Allan.” Don’t start, Allen. Or, at least Enrique’s interpretation of his middle name. “C’mon, then.” Enrique starts, patting the side of Aiden’s leg. “You two, go get some water. Jonah, make sure these two don’t fall asleep for any reason. I’ve got some business I need to take care of with him.” he states, turning to Jamal. “Does that mean he got it?” Jonah asks excitedly but Enrique is immediately telling him to shoo and help Aiden out as he puts a hand around Jamal’s shoulders and leads him away from the hearing sight of the young men. “Okey, Jamal. Let’s talk...”