#phobe cole

[macwestwood]

MAC 📞 PHOBE

[ ringing, ringing, ringing... ]

Mac: Hey. Um, did I wake ya?

[salrizzo]

with @phobex

He hadn’t seen her since the night at the bar, though there had been plenty of texts sent between them. Suggestive and downright dirty, mostly, but either way Phobe Cole weaved her way back into Rizzo’s life, and part of him most definitely wanted to keep it that way. So, when he spotted her from across the way at the parade, he wasted no time in making his way over toward her. Sneaking up behind her, he covered Phobe’s eyes with his hands, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Boo.” He chuckled, pulling away as she turned to face him. “That’s quite the outfit you’ve got on, Cole. Those shorts get any shorter than that?”

[macwestwood]

at @phobex‘s apartment

"I’m sorry,” the words left his lips the second he saw a flash of brown hair appear behind the door, arms wrapped tightly around at himself as he looked at his friend. “I was stupid and I was sayin’ stupid things and I’m just...” Mac trailed off, rubbing his bloodshot eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “...stupid. Can I come in?”

[macwestwood]

at the daily pint with @phobex

Mackenzie Westwood had never managed to grow thick skin, even after all of those years of emotional abuse at the hands of his parents and peers growing up. It was a family trait, he supposed, the inability to take any sort of insult or rumor with a grain of salt — which, is perhaps why he found himself downing shot after shot a mere day after the Daily Pier article came out. “I have one question for ya,” he began, eyebrows arched as he eyed his best friend, clumsily lifting the small glass with one hand as he did so. “Do I look like I’d be able to break into an apartment? First of all, I have the upper-body strength of a fourteen year old. Second of all, why would I break into someone’s place for paintbrushes?” Mac let out a scoff, tossing back the harsh liquid. His nose scrunched up slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s bullshit, all of it. You don’t think anyone believes it, do you?”

[macwestwood]

with @phobex

"Well, don’t you look beautiful,” Mac gently snuck up behind his best friend, giving her an affectionate peck on the cheek (like only he could) before moving to stand before her. Getting all dressed up like they were was a pretty rare occasion, so the male wanted to make the most of it. “Get anything good to drink? They got all the expensive stuff here, so I’m already living it up.” He grinned. “Might hit the blackjack table, too. It’s the only card game here that I actually know how to play. “