In The End

Theodore Foster. 26 Years old. Photographer and Teacher's Assistant at NYU. Current Project: The lives of our generation in New York City on film.

[theofoster]

Text: He kissed me last night!

[TEXT] Max! Way to go, buddy!

[rosiesinclair-deactivated202106]

Honey I have pictures. 

[theofoster]

Shush, we’re not supposed to talk about it!

[buffylives]

for one without the other is only half of me, and if you love me, love all of me

[theofoster]

The Best People in Life Are Free || Theo & Rosie

Rosie: giggled softly, looking at him. "I'm so down. I can rock a baseball cap." She giggled, looking at the man with an analitical grin. "Okay maybe more then almost. You're kinda hot." She shrugged. "You know where the door is if you want to go. I'm not gonna stop you. I might be offended, but" She giggled. "I was promised a freaking awesome day."

Theo: was laughing, something so foreign to him half the time, but it felt /so/ good. "I'm not leaving, 'cause as you pointed out, I made a promise and I can't back out. Also, you just called me hot, so of course I'm staying. Maybe I can get a few more compliments outta you before we leave." He winked, sitting back against his chair, that stupid smile still on his face. The waitress stopped by after a moment, the pitcher of soda and two glasses in her hands. Being the over-exaggerated gentleman he was acting like, Theo grabbed up the pitcher and poured Rosie a glass, graciously placing it before her before taking his seat once more and pouring his own glass. "We still have at least ten minutes before that pizza comes out. Give me your best shot at people watching."

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theofoster said: #dramatic

[rosiesinclair-deactivated202106]

Coming from you Mr. Foster. This means nothing. I’ve seen you in your true form. 

[theofoster]

My true form? Are you talking about the fanny pack? Because, that was going to be a secret between the both of us.

[theofoster]

Getting Drinks || Fosters

Max: nodded his head. "Lead the way." He said simply, giving him a fake smile now. He followed close behind him, not saying anything anymore until they got there. Max grabbed his ID once he was asked at the door, shooting Theo an 'I told you so' look before heading inside. "Where are we sitting?"

Theo: rolled his eyes at his brother, before leaning up on his toes to throw a good look around the pub. "I don't know. A booth though, I need some padding for this ass." He slipped through the people milling about, the waiters with food, and the other tables with people sitting around them. He grabbed the first open booth, picking up one of the menus that was already lying on the table, flipping it open, looking at the drink menu.

[theofoster]

The Best People in Life Are Free || Theo & Rosie

Rosie: only rolled her eyes and looked out the window. "We're getting a disposable camera for you to pull out of your fanny pack." She teased lightly. "Mr. Photographer." She watched as crowds go by, eyes flikering to Theo's reflection for a second. "You can be fine ass company, I suppose. You fit the criteria." She said, almost as if she was unimpressed. "Almost. But you'll do."

Theo: "I'm only going disposable camera if you let me buy you one of those big floppy sun hats that old women wear. Or even just a baseball hat in general. Nothing looks more touristy than a 'I Heart NY' shirt paired with a matching cap." Shifting a bit, Theo turned in his chair, angling himself towards the window a bit more, resting his elbow on the cold top of the table. "Almost?" The look that passed his face was ridiculous, a look of complete offense, like he couldn't believe she would have said such a thing to his face. "I mean, I'm glad that I still do. But /almost/. I want to walk out on you right now. That's how offended I am. But now I'm here permanently because the pizza."

[theofoster]

Getting Drinks || Fosters

Max: stopped once Theo did and looked up at him. He hadn't been scolded like that since he was young, especially not by Theo. "Sorry." He said simply, his voice barely audible.

Theo: sighed, dropping his gaze, reaching up to scrub at the back of his head. "Just, fucking chill, okay? I was just kidding and this whole whore shit was a bit much, okay? Just, chill. Let's just enjoy the day okay, that's all." Then he spun around and continued on, checking street corners.

[theofoster]

TEXT: THEO

BETH: Goodnight Theo.

THEO: Yup.

[theofoster]

Getting Drinks || Fosters

Max: rolled his eyes a little, following Theo through the group of people, apologizing once again. "Yeah, well. Deal with it because it's true." He told him seriously. "are we almost there?"

Theo: threw a look back at Max, stopping dead in his spot. "Stop your shit, I was fucking joking, Max. Yes, we're almost there, and you're going to drop this fucking attitude before we get there or I'm taking you back home."

[theofoster]

TEXT: THEO

BETH: This is still going to be here in the morning, or tomorrow, or the day after that. Answer my question Theo.

THEO: I want to fucking say yes but at this moment, I don't care.

[theofoster]

The Best People in Life Are Free || Theo & Rosie

Rosie: giggled softly as she watched him, only getting a little louder when the hostess rolled her eyes. "Do you ever try to make up stories for people when they walk- Did you just say /you're the "fine ass company?" Theo...Honey. Please." She giggled, sitting down, mimicking his dramatic demeanor. "I like pepperoni if that's okay?" She smiled, looking up from the menu. "And... a cherry coke." She smiled, looking at their reflections in the window. "We don't look like tourists"

Theo: "I'm so highly offended that you don't seem to think I'm fine ass company." A pout pulled at his bottom lip and he gave her a scrunchy-face of disapproval till it smoothed back out into a smile. "Pepperoni is fine, perfect actually because if you would have said anchovies or some shit, I'd probably have walked out on you, a medium, probably, and we'll just get a pitcher of Cherry Coke. That was easy." He set his menu down primly, looking up at their waitress with an exaggerated smile. "The definition of people watching is totally watching them and coming up with stories, going back to what you were saying before you so rudely stopped it by saying I wasn't fine ass company. It's not looking at yourself in a reflection and commenting on how not touristy we are. Which, when we leave here, we can get touristy. There's a New York shop right at the end of the block. Get some t-shirts, holy fuck, fanny packs." The dull reflection grinned back at him before he looked at Rosie and the happy look on her face. That smile of hers was beautiful and probably contagious if he wasn't already smiling like some lunatic.

[theofoster]

TEXT: THEO

BETH: It's a yes or no question, like you said- you're sober, so there shouldn't be anything clouding your mind.

THEO: I'm not doing this right now.

[theofoster]

TEXT: THEO

BETH: There was that one time you wanted to take a train to Hawaii and then got upset when I told you we couldn't because of the ocean.

BETH: So what, we're not friends anymore?

THEO: Once more, I'm not in the mood to do this.

THEO: I don't fucking know.

[theofoster]

Getting Drinks || Fosters

Max: frowned listening to him. "At least i'm not some whore." He told him seriously. Theo followed behind him silently now, knowing there was no use in saying anything else about the situation. He kept hold of Theo's arm so they wouldn't get separated, making sure Theo was the one bumping into people and not himself.

Theo: wasn't half as worried about making his brother feel bad as he should have been. It was all for teasing, and he would never actually make fun of his brother for being a virgin. "Personally, that whore comment hurts." He pouted, pressing a hand to his chest as he slipped between a group of tourists.

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Yeah, all of that..nonsense. Well of course I agree. When given the choice, who would honestly choose anything over a nice bottle of vodka. Especially expensive vodka.

[theofoster]

I think I’m already in love with you. My name is Theodore Foster and I’m already calling on dibs on being your next drinking partner.

[theofoster]

TEXT: THEO

BETH: So only when you're drunk, you like acting like one, well okay then.

BETH: Good to know it doesn't mean anything to you.

THEO: Come on now, we all know I don't make good decisions when I drink.

THEO: I know what meant what to me and that's what matters.