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DATE: July 29th, 2021 TIME: 08:52 PM LOCATION: a seedy motel

Eddie lies on an unfamiliar bed staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, and gradually comes down from the high. “Huh...” He lets out that blank sound before covering his face with the hands. Make no mistake, it felt amazing, so much so that he didn’t feel that familiar weight in his chest. Hell, for the first time in a long time, he doesn’t feel like he is being crushed-- all that from hooking up with some random guy at the bar. As the afterglow fades, the gravity of realization pulls him down and Eddie finds himself feeling guilty for not feeling like shit. “...fuck, that’s depressing,” he mutters under the breath, an inaudible reminder mostly for himself. He then springs back up, sitting straight, and looks at Liam. “Hey, uh... you alright there?” An awkward pause. “That was, er... fun.”

@liam-riedell

#talk:liam1 #liam #//here we go hope this is okay

DATE: August 3rd, 2021 TIME: 05:52 PM LOCATION: Cafe Alba

Leo sits on one of the outdoor seats reserved for the VIPs, absorbed in beating a mobile puzzle game. It’s a good kill-time and gives both him and the nervous staff a reason not to interact with each other every 3 minutes. Alba is one of the restaurants he owns, but it definitely leans toward more casual, rustic atmosphere. Which is why he picked this place in the first place, not to overwhelm Liam. What he forgot to take into account is overwhelming the staff by showing up unannounced and giving them the wrong idea that he is here for a surprise inspection. That is not his problem, of course, so he is simply pretending like he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“Liam, over here” Leo calls out when he spots the familiar face wandering the tables, his hand waving unhurriedly. The thin, habitual smile he usually wears is nowhere to be found. Instead, he is more expressionless, neutral-- and comfortable. One of the reasons he enjoys Liam’s company is because he doesn’t have to fake... well, things other people do. “Ready for the VIP treatment?” He jokes with a tiny tug of his lips that resembles a smirk. “Look under your chair,” he gestures with the chin at Liam’s seat where he placed the gift bag. Inside is a bottle of perfume from Italy, with the fragrance of sea salt, citrus and sandalwood. It creates a dissonant mix with random Italy-themed souvenirs. “I got grabbed by a fast-talking saleswoman and she insisted that it’d suit you. So consider it a gift from some random Italian lady. My gifts are the fridge magnets.” He shrugs as he picks up the menu even though he already knows what he is getting. “Anyway, are we gonna unpack your sad life or what? And then we’ll find you the actual meal.”

@liam-riedell

#talk:liam1 #liam #//oof this got long no need to match

DATE: July 31st, 2021 TIME: 00:28 AM LOCATION: Neon Nights

As per his Friday night routine, after bar hopping and feasting on some shitty street food, Eliot returns to his typical haunt. It is rather weird, having a routine and the ‘regular’ place he goes to. Usually he packs things up and leaves before he reaches this level of familiarity in a place. Perhaps he is due for a change of scenery... Despite his head space and his zoned out, pleasantly tipsy condition, he without fail orders his usual-- frosty cold beer and three burgers. He then slumps on the bar, finally takes a moment to survey the room. The guy next to him looks vaguely familiar, so obviously, he had to sit back up and talk to the guy. “Hey, I know you from... somewhere” he can’t remember where, though. Probably at a party or something? “You, uh... I wanna say... L...eon?” He also doesn’t remember the name, apparently. In his defense, remembering things never worked in his favor so he doesn’t bother with it. “Sorry, I know way too many people here with L names, it’s weird. But hey, I at least got one letter right... right? That should count for something.”