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thiago "tigs" sousa, 22, second year, undecided. C'MON YOU KNOW

[tigsousa]

trinibarra​:

It’s kind of weird like that, how ambition to best someone involves impressing them, too. Heads says where there’s disappointment there’s expectation. Tails says where there’s disappointment there’s gratification. Call it in the air. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Trinity’s nose scrunches with sarcasm, hard to believe they’ve been at this for months and he’s still got no shame in his furry kink. Sickening. Trinity scoffs, “I get stood up about as much as you get asked out.” Which she presumes is not at all. “You made it though–so we’re still at 0.” She adds, on the very off chance someone’s tried to seduce him in place of drug money. She eyes him getting comfortable. Wonders why he can’t stand normally, like he can’t tell if he’s staying or leaving. Doesn’t know which she prefers. Even standing straight in her boots she’s much shorter, so his lean helps a little. “Had me for a second there but one wife was scary enough, three’s just unrealistic.” Trinity shrugs carelessly with a smirk. She can see the bartender look at them and then away, which normally would piss her off, but she kinda likes it, it’s fucking funny. Technically the bartender is ignoring him. “Wow, you’re like–really good at commanding a room, yeah? You ever actually drink when you go out?” Not at this rate, she thinks. Trinity chokes on a laugh when they’re ignored again. Figures her pretty belt might as well be good for something. She sighs and plops her little red bag on the bar top, stripping her leather trench coat off her shoulders slowly and outstretching an arm to wave. “Hellooooo.” Her smile’s wide, voice as obnoxious as ever, but homeboy is coming over ‘cause the titties are out. “Hello, hi! Hi. Soooo sorry about this one here, he’s a little, woo-hoo.” She whistles, circles her finger by her head. “Anyway, y’all got vodka, right?” Trinity turns to Tigs, leans a little as if the bartender can’t still hear them, “Gave you the chance to pick my poison, coulda had me killed. Shame.” She clicks her tongue. Can’t say she never did anything for him. She turns back to the bartender, name tag reads Guy. “Guy. Very cute, real modern.” Mother doesn’t love him. “Top shelf only. We doing shots.” 

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“ easy. bit too early in the fuckin’ night to find out what we like, init? ” but apparently not early enough for her little nose scrunch to make him pause, frown and take a second to figure out whether he liked it or not. features pinch with a hint of surprise all the same, kind of like when you realise you’ve gotten used to a bad smell. “ so, ya don’t get asked out either? ” since that’s the only way the count would be at zero, but he doesn’t trust anyone at gallagher to make any good decisions. exhibit a: he made it to the bar. “ and the fuckin’ pricks you pay to carry your books around don’t fuckin’ count. ” he scoffs in a way he usually does whenever she says something funny, in replace of a laugh and trying to hide his smirk. “ don’t worry, i’ll secure a fourth and send you an invite. make sure you catch that bouquet and all since ya need all the fuckin’ luck you can get. ” little does he know she’s going to have twenty odd men publicly putting themselves forward to be her potential husband. horrifying. eyes on the bartender, he grumbles, “ not really used to bartenders who don’t tend the fuckin’ bar. ” he hears the smile in her voice before he sees it, though his face takes the first hit. the surprise spreads and twists his features with confusion, though the deep grimace makes him look disturbed more than anything. he had the same look on his face when devon played him that disney girl’s version of smells like teen spirit -- a bad cover of a good song. a few seconds pass. the dickhead, who practically ran over, now stands in front of them and tigs is threatening him with a glare that’s too rude to be put into words. then she speaks again, and this time it makes his head turn slowly, almost cautiously, towards her. just in time to catch her calling him woo-hoo. unfortunately, he breaks out into laughter at that, hanging his head in defeat as she talks to him. guy? mother doesn’t love him. cunt. “ and a rum and coke -- triple -- and your cheapest scotch for this one, ” he adds, nodding towards trinity. guy doesn’t look impressed, and starts pouring the shots in front of them. since guy doesn’t want to leave, tigs turns to trinity, deadpan as he picks up one of the shots. “ wait- you allowed to drink with your haemorrhoids meds? ”

[tigsousa]

rubymeriwether​:

Waiting for him to follow first, Agent Hughes’ expression doesn’t move; her job is not to react until necessary, though if she could, there might be an eye-roll for him. Ruby gives him that instead, annoyed beyond belief that he’s really going to have a smoke right now. “You can spare me another tired rendition of how much of an ass you really are, Tigs, I don’t need confirmation that you don’t feel remorse,” Ruby spits back, having come to that conclusion herself, unfair or not. “What I want is to know everything you know. Who contacted you first, how you found Ophelia, when exactly you told my father. I want to hear it from you,” she demands. She’s never been one to exude authority or have the first idea how to take on her title in a position of power. But without meaning to, Ruby begins to adopt the commandeering nature of her father, piercing eyes and strong determination. “So start talking.” A couple steps to her right, Hughes holds back a small smile.

tigs never thought ruby had it in her. the slow quirk of the lips is only because he doesn’t mind being wrong if he gets to enjoy it. how could he not? when the way she holds onto his gaze feels like she’s digging her claws into him. “ snappy -- i like it. ” this isn’t the ruby he’s used to, but he’s used to these kind of conversations, so he’ll meet her gaze with ease, even if that means he’ll end up bleeding out, in a half-hearted attempt to match her energy. “ didn’t realise you liked the sound of my voice so much. ” he doesn’t think she’s entitled to his confession, never mind the details. if they were friends, he’d consider it. but they’re not, so he’ll enjoy his cigarette. he takes a long drag, one that burns a little, before slowly casting his eyes heavenward and blowing the smoke towards the clouds. “ god, ” he offers an answer to her first question, landing his eyes onto her again, “ my laptop and ... sometime after one direction split up. ” he shrugs, then glances over at hughes. “ what’s the plan, mate? you gonna shoot me or arrest me? ain’t got all day, you see. ”

[tigsousa]

trinibarra​:

Trinity doesn’t get how someone could not care if they fade to the background, if they’re unimportant, and her honest confusion shows. She’s not sure if he’s leaning into the drag or he really means it, really doesn’t care who cares about him. She doesn’t know whether to pity him or envy him, so she dismisses him. “Good, then you won’t be disappointed.” Trinity’s head tilts slowly, knows him to try a little harder at hiding his smirks, amusement in the way her shoulders bounce when she scoffs. “Woulda had one if you wasn’t a thief.” She’s still got her own curiosities and she’d consider a trade if she wasn’t trying so hard to best him. “But that’s more your style…” Almost adds his name to the end on instinct but she holds onto it, decides to save it for later. There’s something uncomfortably satisfying about catching his grin when she turns back, like she’s in the lead, but it doesn’t stop her from considering he might bounce. If anyone was gonna flip the switch on her, it’d probably be him. Aloof as she taps her manicure on the bar, “Took your time.” God forbid she has to wait a few seconds. Tilts her chin just a smidge to catch him, lips pouting ‘cause she knows she can’t order a fruity drink in front of this raggedy asshole and keep her pride. He asks what her poison is, what might drive her to an early grave, and she considers she’s looking at it but she’s not going to give him that kind of power. “Bar was your idea, surprise me.” Doesn’t think he’ll manage to do it again. “Unless you’re one of those 50 year old men who sip on an inch of scotch and pretend it’s not nasty.” Regine, basically. 

good? there’s an imperceptible twitch of the brows. where there’s disappointment, there’s also ... well, he doesn’t want to flip that coin onto it’s head. she hasn’t disappointed him. he knows he hasn’t disappointed her either. yet. someone has to walk away with the belts, though disappointment doesn’t fall under pretty or not-dumb. if they keep adding belts, where does it end? “ still plenty of time to send ya off with ya tail between ya legs. ” considering this might be the last time they talk, he is planning on returning the tail to it’s rightful owner. just waiting for the right moment. not because he has morals or anything. there’s a light scoff of amusement as he arrives at the bar. maybe he borrowed paul’s notes after all. “ get stood up a lot, don’t ya? ” he retorts after a beat. she pouts, he frowns. shifts his weight onto his forearm leaning against the bar, other hand in his pocket, slightly hunched over, but turned towards her. can never stand normally, unable to tell whether he’s staying or leaving. “ life’s fuckin’ hard when you’re three marriages in and your wife’s fuckin’ the pool boy. ” the bartender’s taking a stupidly long time, considering the only other two people at the bar just left, one of them double parked. briefly looks over his shoulder, didn’t realise bash was seeing someone. they look cosy. only notices how close he’s standing to her until he looks at her again, which isn’t anything new, but the night’s still young, so he’ll use waving the bartender down as a way to create some distance. “ oi-- ” he calls out to the bartender, who apparently refuses to serve this side of the bar, “ --some time tonight would be nice. ”

[oofluc]

@gallagherstart​​

“  for  the  last  time  . .  NO ,  i  don’t  know  the  single  ladies  dance .  ”

[tigsousa]

“ but you are a single lady, ” he tilts his head to the side, giving him the once-over, then juts his thumb behind him towards the stage, “ and she’s fuckin’ callin’ for ya. ”

[tigsousa]

vohras​:​​

Kat snorts. “Think they’ll even make it out the door?”

he grimaces. “ if they ever stop fuckin’ cryin’, yeah. ” 

[tigsousa]

swiiftbladcs​:

          ❛  next  year,  i’ll  get  you  on  the  dance  floor.  ❜   it’s  a  promise  she’ll  make  sure  to  keep.  and  while  she  can’t  wait  to  revisit  it,  she’s  quick  to  come  back  and  enjoy  the  moment  right  now,  following  him  outside.  places  her  free  hand  on  his  shoulder,  lifts  the  hand  she’s  holding  his  with.  the  song  doesn’t  exactly  call  for  a  slow  type  of  dance,  but  the  conversation  does.   ❛  i  wanted  to  say  thank  you,  for  this  year.  ❜   

maybe he’ll allow it in their final year, if they both make it. a knowing smirk comes before he relents and places a hand on her waist. “ what are you talkin’ about, ” he mutters under a low chuckle, which sounds half like a groan, in an attempt to brush past it. doesn’t think he’s done anything worthy of her gratitude, especially one that sounds so sincere. “ too much to drink? ”

[tigsousa]

natemercer​:

“fallon’s going to see what she can do.” nate’s not really sure what exactly that means on her end, doesn’t really care about the details if it works. “just a possibility. not a definite.”

“ fallon’s gonna see what she can do, ” he repeats with a slow nod. no idea what that means but it’s not important. “ didn’t fancy includin’ ai in your little deal? ”

[tigsousa]

julixneaton​:

If it were anyone else saying that, Julian would be affected by it, but because it’s Tigs, he remains neutral and stoic. “You’re full of jokes tonight, huh?” He moves to wipe his hands.

“ who, me? never. blackmail’s a serious fuckin’ matter, mate, ” he deadpans, pausing to place his hands on the edge of the sink as the tap continues to run. “ you’re the joke tonight, aren’t ya? saint -- very funny. ” 

[tigsousa]

trinibarra​:

“Coming from someone who doesn’t even make the credits.” He keeps popping up in her screen time and she still never cuts the scene short, so maybe she’s giving him too much credit. Yikes. “Morals, debatable. But grace…” She tilts her head, the curls around her forehead swaying, like she doesn’t even have to defend it. But she’s going to, or she’d planned to, till he leans in to check her pupils like a freak. Her brows knit unamused, but she doesn’t pull back, scanning his face like she can calculate if he’s up to something. Like if he was, she would know. “Ain’t interested in what you’re selling.” Tigs gives off raggedy drug dealer vibes. She doesn’t realize he is a raggedy drug dealer. “You don’t like my outfit?” She asks rhetorically, tips her toe out like she’s showing it off. “Abuelita picked it out.” Abuelita would kill her if she saw how short that dress is. “Wouldn’t come to a party without it.” She’s pretty sure a nappy is a diaper now, but she’s practicing the new rules he set in place, the leaning into it. Trinity is like 95% sure he’s testing her pretty belt and her not-dumb belt at the same time, so she’s quiet as she considers it, then feels stupid for even considering it. But she’ll bite, figures he’s upping the stakes, changing the rules and she’ll be damned if it seems like she can’t keep up. She takes a few steps backwards, turning to head in the direction of the bar wordlessly, the clicking of her boots circling to face him again once she’s a few feet away. “Oh, you meant with you?” A pause, slow knowing smirk on her lips before she finishes leading the way. 

“ don’t need it. ” doesn’t care to be the main character, no interest in reaching the ending credits. his, hers, or anyone else’s. she gives the impression that she needs her name popping up in the corner every time she’s on screen, like a reality tv show. he likes to think he’ll change the channel, but something seems to be wrong with the remote. “ and i don’t mix business with, ” he thinks for a moment, then finally decides on, “ displeasure. ” he’d ignored it the first time, and it’s harder to do when she does it again, the way she says abuelita and how it touches on his curiosity. there’s a light crease in his brows, unable to separate the person from the outfit, so his lips curl into a smirk. “ think it’s missin’ a tigger’s tail. ” it’s sitting in his jacket pocket for undisclosed reasons. when she turns around, she’s met with a growing smirk, knowing she was going to say something but being a second or two off, and it remains even as she walks away again. but she’s still unpredictable enough to force him to reconsider his moves. thinks it’d be funny if he left her there, but there’s the risk of not catching her before the night’s over and it wouldn’t be as satisfying if he missed her reaction. as if it’d be a disserve to the both of them to leave things unfinished. he joins her by the bar, looking like a couple of besties, but at least they didn’t walk over together. “ got here in the end -- what’s your poison? ”

[tigsousa]

oofchris​:

“ …… so ,  you  do  wanna  trade ?  ”

“ no point -- you’re not pullin’ either way. ”

[tigsousa]

nurdirim​:

“Oh. They are both first year siblings. They are Spanish, too. Ricky in Driver’s Ed and Esther’s in AE and R&D. They are very nice people!” she clarifies, though that might not really help Tigs. She doesn’t know why, but she smiles when he glances at his watch. “It is nice. Very Tigs.” She nods as if she got the exact point she wanted to deliver. Her brows furrow when he says he doesn’t care about the drinks and snacks. “Oh.” But then she smiles again, obvious what’s coming next is a teasing statement. “I thought you would like gold macaroons or cupcakes with angel wings on them.” Her eyes widen slightly. “I will not throw a drink on you! It will ruin a nice shirt.” Tone indicates that whatever he’s saying it totally ridiculous. “Though I do like red wine. To drink, of course, not to throw at people,” she clarifies. His next question is a loaded one and she has to pause for a moment. “Because it is nice to feel like you belong, as opposed to being an outsider,” she answers genuinely, looking ahead for a moment, not minding Tigs knowing that layer to her personality. Surely the topic began as a joke about blending in with the gardens, but it’s obvious from her answer it is not about that anymore. 

“ not just nice but very nice, must be special, ” he says maybe a little too sarcastically but that’s only because he doesn’t really care about ricky in driver’s ed and esther in ae and r&d. especially since they’re not coming back next year. “ nate might not be comin’ back either, but he ain’t that nice. ” features pinch with amusement at her words. “ what does that mean? very tigs. ” doesn’t think he’s ever been used as an adjective before, especially not in regards to something as flashy as this watch that he’s planning on selling when he goes back to dc. “ did ya make ‘em? ” he could probably give a bit of a fuck about the drinks and the snacks if she did, but if he’s being honest he doesn’t understand why a party planning committee is necessary. there are better things to do with a budget like that. “ not even a sprinkle? could jazz it up a bit -- some red, some blue, ” he teases, mirroring the tone she uses when she starts banging on about colours of the rainbow. he thinks about her answer for a moment -- it hasn’t been something he’d thought about for a long time. trying to fit in had only gotten him into trouble. “ does it really matter? as long as your yourself, who fuckin’ cares. ”

[tigsousa]

rainafms​:

     raina follows, looking down at his boots before shaking her head. “i think we might be out of luck,” she says shrugging a shoulder. “though i do think these heels would go great with your outfit.”

“ yeah, they’d bring out the colour of my ... eyes, ” he says flatly, unsure of why people actually wear heels in the first place. lifts his gaze to meet hers, but notes there’s a lot of leg on show. nice. “ graduatin’ tomorrow? ”

[tigsousa]

rubymeriwether​:

The way he responds to her, voice dripping with incredulity only sets her more on edge and Ruby lets out a small simmering breath. “You’re laughing right now?” she asks, voice low and dry and probably far angrier than he’d ever seen her, which isn’t hard to achieve. She walks briskly past him, heading towards the nearest door if only because she’d rather avoid too many nosy glances and not because she cares whether or not he needs a smoke. Her Agent— Hughes— hangs back for a second, waiting on Tigs’ with a look that says ‘After you’, and when he finally meets her outside, Ruby sets her sights on him again, eyes narrowed. “How much did he pay you?”

there’s only one person in the world that can make him flinch. besides that, nothing else rattles him. he’ll look straight down the barrel of a gun with the same jaded expression and challenge them to pull the trigger. ruby’s not a gun, but she is a gallagher girl. the laughter comes easily regardless. “ i think she’s angry, ” he drawls as he steps past hughes ( rip legend ). once he’s outside, he takes his time lighting his cigarette before answering her question. “ does it matter? i don’t do refunds. ” he thinks this is information she could get from her father since they’re being honest with each other now. “ alright, look, i’ll cut to the fuckin’ chase, yeah? not sure what you were fuckin’ hopin’ to get out of this, but i’m not sorry for what i did and i’d probably do it again. ”

[tigsousa]

marifervalv​:

It’s not really surprising that Tigs isn’t a Beyonce stan and for the sake of continuing to find him attractive she’ll pretend she didn’t hear it. “I’m sure you and I could think of plenty to do that would keep her entertained.” Or at least a little jealous. 

marifer being so forward will never not make him grin. “ she would be the perfect voyeur. ” because she’s a ghost so no one will ever catch her. what a little pervert. “ should at least make it hard for her to find us. ”

[tigsousa]

riaflicke​:

“Why do you hate me, Tigs?” Easily let go of the shot, glad to get it out of her hands. The smell alone of whiskey made her stomach churn. “But not tonight. I’m better. I’m fixed.” Yeah, sure she was. “Are you proud of me?”

“ see this. ” he points to a tiny drop of alcohol on the bar, turns to her with a blank expression, eyes glazed over. “ could easily give more of a fuck about this than you. ”

[tigsousa]

summrsfm​:

        ‘  and  you’re  still  talking  ,   unfortunate  that  your  ears  don’t  work  anymore  .  ’  

“ didn’t fuckin’ catch that-- ” he points to his ear, “ --you’re gettin’ yourself a drink? i’ll have a rum and coke, then. cheers. ”

[tigsousa]

yaragale​:

“ew, fuck no. it’s casual, think pool party.” that’s kind of literally what it is, and her stepdad’s gonna be very white dad at a barbecue about it all. “good question,” she says with a sharp exhale, because she hasn’t thought much about it, too busy socializing tonight. “excited, mostly. relieved, though i don’t know if i would have felt relief if that burn book shit hadn’t have happened.” that whole thing had taken a part of her experience at gallagher permanently. “fuck diets.”

“ decent stuff. we gettin’ those fancy burgers? ” what her mum has planned is probably very different to the kind of pool parties he’s used to, and he can count on one hand when he’s been on his best behaviour. this will just have to be one of those times. “ you speak to him? ” cole, he means. and he’s still walking, albeit barely, which means she probably hasn’t done anything more than that. tigs is waiting patiently for his turn, but he’ll go after yara. “ you can say that ‘cause you’ve got fuckin’ nandos in dc. ”