#riskitbrisket

[miidnighters-a]

@riskitbrisket liked for a drunk starter

Billie's had so many of her pretty pink drinks tonight. Like, so many. She's been sitting at the bar, watching people come and go, and occasionally flirt with her, but recently she's noticed one pair of eyes landing on her more often than not.

And now, however many drinks in, she's decided to do something about it.

"Hey. Are you fucking staring at me?"

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Messing  up  with  Five  had  become  her  favorite  past  time  activity .  His  reactions  more  than  simply  entertaining .  While  his  little  tantrums ?  Adorable  even .  So ,  yes .  The  pie  had  been  delicious ,  eating  it  up ,  something  she  didn’t  regret  not  even  in  the  slightest .    It’d  been  both  enjoyable  and  enough  to  drive   the  other  up  the  wall,  after  all  -  and  anyway,  really,  had  there  been  his  name  on  it ?  Some  little  card  saying  that  it’d  belonged  to  him ?  Because  personally,  she’d  seen  nothing .

❝ Report  me ?  Come  on,  Five,  you  look  like  you  just  escaped  kindergarten .❞  After  all,  it  wasn’t  like  she’d  set  his  bedroom  on  fire  or  threw  away  all  the  caffeine  in  the  house  -  both  of  each  were  brilliant  ideas  now  that  she  was  thinking  about  them .  It  was  just  a  piece  of  pie  -  not  even  that  flawless  of  a  pie .  ❝ Bake  a  new  one  if  you’re  so  hungry . ❞  She  offered  a  negligible  shrug  -  Five  in  an  apron  trying  to  make  dessert.  Now  this  was  a  sight  she  would  pay  billions  to  witness .    ❝ Aren’t  you  practically  jobless  now ?  Might  as  well  explore  new  talents . ❞ 

@riskitbrisket | Continual from here

[theseance444]

"This is fucking stupid." ( hope this is okay!)

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After one too many at the pub that night, Klaus must've stumbled down the wrong subway. Boarded the wrong train, took the wrong line. Was it the booze making it hard to read the signs, or were they really in a different language? The PA system crackled what seemed to be backwards, echoing off the empty train car. Something about it felt wrong. But by the time he'd realized that, he was already laying comfortably across the seats.

Figuring he'd better get off before he went too far to walk home, Klaus took the next stop. Immediately he was enveloped in the glow of a diner within the station. Well, fuck it, he was feeling peckish. Home wasn't going anywhere.

As soon as he stepped inside, Klaus knew this diner was about to be as weird as the train ride there. Though not the most observant Hargreeves by far, he did notice all the little guys in suits. Dark, shaggy hair, and piercing gazes that Klaus did not meet as he walked up to the counter.

Hearing the guy behind the counter muttering to himself, Klaus cleared his throat, and put on a broad smile. "I've been called worse. Any chance I could get some waffles around here?"