The inside might be blacker than night

Val Dupont. 29, Author. He/Him or They/Them, please. And yes, I am blind. 

[valxdupont]

paxtonsilver​:

“I like to think I am to. As long as you don’t ask my brother because he probably thinks I’m the biggest pain in the ass in the entire world,” Pax chuckled. He wrapped his arm around Val’s when he held it out, and momentarily tried to prevent himself from making a joke. “Excellent, I feel the same. My only issue here is if you don’t tell me where to go, it’s going to be the dumb leading the blind and that’s not good,” he couldn’t help himself, “I’m a Cancer. June 21st.”

Val walked leisurely with Pax, enjoying his iced mocha. “Oh, right, uh... when we walk out a the café, go right. An’ we keep goin’, for about eight minutes. Eventually there’s a very window-y building, again on our right... uhh... I think my assistant said it’s gray? It’s 50 Ferris Street.” He explained it all with a shrug. He normally just set a timer when he left, walked his usual pace. Figured it out. Or just had his assistant FaceTime him. “Cancer? Interesting. I’m a Leo. July 30th. I dunno how much it’s true or whatever. Cancers are pretty empathetic and pick up on energies though. D’you think you fit that?”

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paxtonsilver​:

“I did both of those things, and I am interested, but I don’t…want to be disappointing or promise that I’ll be comfortable doing something and then end up being a little bitch and backing out.” Pax smiled a little bit while Val described his kitten. All black cats were his absolute favorite because while some people thought they were cursed, Pax fully believed they were magical. “I bet he’s absolutely beautiful and knows you can’t see him so he yells,” Pax chuckled, “He won’t have to shout at me even once, I will pick him up and never put him down.” When Val started reaching for his things, Pax grabbed his own wallet and started standing up. If Val asked for help, Pax would help. “You said Chinese food and now I’m really into the idea.”

Val shook his head lightly, giving a little lopsided shrug. “We’ll see what happens. I promise I’m a pretty easygoin’ person.” He held out an arm for the other again, once he’d grabbed up his bag and his coffee. “Chinese food it is then. That’s my favorite. Jus’ order a shit ton of it, have it for days. Cold lo mien is kind of a guilty pleasure a mine.” He slid his arm around Pax’s with a smile. “What’s your sign, love?” He asked curiously, giving his arm a little squeeze as they started walking.

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paxtonsilver​:

Pax paused for a minute when Val questioned if he had said anything sexual. It was true and Pax shouldn’t have assumed, but it was a little hard not to considering how strongly Pax had come onto the other, even jokingly. “I mean, you didn’t, I just figured that’s where it might be leading. I can’t say I’d be mad about it, you’re absolutely gorgeous, I just don’t have a whole lot of experience.” Pax knew how he came off, he knew how he sounded on a regular basis, and he was working on becoming that person, but it was slow going. “Awe, your baby is called Moon? My baby is called Jack. He’s an all black kitten, but he only has three legs. He’s missing his back right leg, and my right leg is all fucked up, so we’re family,” he smiled to himself, “I’d love to.”

Val grinned slightly. “Well... I mean, y’did offer to buy me coffee, then made it into a drinks-after thing, so I might’ve assumed you were at least interested.” He pointed out, leaning back into his chair. “Moon’s a black cat too! Not missing a leg, but I’ve been told he’s a looker. Very soft, sleek fur. And he shouts at me a lot, probably so I know where he is.” Val grinned. “Well, if you’re coming over, then I can introduce you. Interested in Chinese food for dinner? Or pizza, Indian, Thai...?” He offered, listing them off as he stood up, feeling for his coffee and his bag, already ready to go. “I’ve got AC, too. Very nice in this fuckin’ heat.”

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paxtonsilver​:

“I personally think bad jokes make the world go around, but it would be a little hypocritical of me to say anything else.” The minute Val mentioned going back to his place, Pax got a little nervous. He was gorgeous, even if he quite literally couldn’t see it, and Pax was a lot more talk than he was game. It was part of his whole facade because people liked when other people had confidence and Pax actually had almost none. “I don’t really want to go to a crowded bar, no, but you don’t have to take me home with you if you don’t want. Though, you have my heart a little bit when you say you have a cat. I have the best kitty in the whole entire world back at my apartment, I love cats with my whole heart,” he trailed off when he realized he was rambling, “I haven’t done anything sexual since I was seventeen. I’d probably bore you.” He just assumed that was what Val was hinting at.

Oh. The person who had propositioned for drinks after speaking one sentence to him was turning a little shy. Val grinned slightly, shaking his head. “When did I say anythin’ sexual? We can order Chinese food an’ you can spend all your time ignorin’ me and playin’ with Moon if you prefer- that’s my cat. Not a euphemism for my arse. I mean, both are fair game.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry, sorry, I’m done. No more sexual jokes. I’m bein’ serious. If y’want to come over, there’s no pressure. I’ll probably smoke a bit a weed, offer wine or beer or hard liqueur or whatever y’want. Put on a movie or some shit, or talk. And the cat will definitely be needy until y’play with him.” Val took another long sip of his latte. “But also, I don’t get bored easily.”

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paxtonsilver​:

“You heard me,” Paxton smirked to himself because of Val’s reaction, he loved being able to make people laugh, that was the whole goal, “To be fair, mine is also a shitty joke. It can be fun, sexual, related to my last name, and still be a shitty joke.” In fact, most of Paxton’s jokes were shitty, it was something he thrived on because at some point, people laughed anyway. He never jumped into the realm of offensive, but he dabbled in shocking and stupid. “I don’t normally proposition my seeing or blind friends for drinks, let alone random blind strangers, random seeing strangers, or random..deaf strangers, so you can be the first on all fronts if you so please.” When Val held out his hand, Pax split off a piece of the cookie and set it there. He let his fingertips drag against the other man’s palm for a few seconds too long as well. “It is, and I can always put on an old man voice, a fat suit, and pretend if that’s the kind of thing you’re into.”

“Nothin’ wrong with a bad joke.” Val brought up with a little smile, waiting for the cookie piece and feeling a soft touch, brush over his palm and down to his fingers. Deliberate. Maybe he wouldn’t have noticed it had he been able to see, focusing on Pax’s face or his mannerisms. He only smirked slightly. “I fuck with people of all body shapes, so. I’m sure ye’re absolutely gorgeous.” He took another little sip. “We can always go t’mine, if you’d prefer. I’ve got weed, an’ a lot of wine. And a cat. But if you’d prefer for me t’pay for expensive drinks in a loud bar, I can do that too.” He pointed out. Pax could’ve been all talk. It would be very easy to lie, say he’d never done this before when in reality he was taking home every cute stranger. “Just givin’ options.”

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paxtonsilver​:

“It is, but we were brilliant kids so I think our parents were trying to see some stuff, fuck if I knew, we were like eight. It’s been a long time.” Pax frowned a little because he missed his parents. Sometimes he forgot that it had been almost ten years since he had seen them and that hurt. It was something he never got over. “I got ice coffee with a little bit of vanilla. I’m a basic bitch,” he chuckled, “I also got a chocolate caramel cookie because it’s to die for. If you want a taste, I can spare you some.” He burst into laughter as Val tried to guess about his drag name because it was always funny. “No, it’s pronounced the normal was, I just spell it differently.” Pax did wish Val could see the way hw wagged his eyebrows at the question, but it was ok. You didn’t need his face to know he was proud of the name. “Because I have two holes and I’m rated X for your pleasure,” he kept as much of a straight face as he could, but it hardly worked, “No, no, I’m a twenty-three year old white boy. Brownish blonde hair, green eyes, just under six foot tall. I can be Daddy though, I don’t mind. IT’s because my last name is Argent, which is latin or something for silver.”

Val’s smirk grew as he took a long sip from his coffee, taking time with it and releasing the straw from between his lips. “Two holes and rated X for your pleasure.” He repeated and laughed. “That’s good. That all makes sense. Mine was a shitty joke while yours is like, fun and sexual and related to your last name. I like it.” Val set his cup down after feeling with the back of his hand for the table. “Do you normally proposition random blind strangers for drinks?” He asked with a laugh. “And yes, a bite of the cookie would be fantastic, thanks.” He sat a hand with a few rings down, palm up on the table, for the other to give him a piece. The explanation of Paxton’s appearance was pretty par for the course but he smiled, laughing. “Only 23? Ye’re definitely not a Daddy t’me, love. I’m 29. I ‘spose it’s a frame of mind though, innit?” 

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paxtonsilver​:

“Exactly correct, you’re keeping up much better than the average person, look at you go,” Pax laughed, “Identical twins, but I’m still the hotter one. Rusty claims to be the smarter one because when we were little, our parents got us IQ tested. He was two points higher than me, but I think he’s probably killed at least five of those points by now, so I claim to be the hotter, smarter, and more exciting twin.” It was the only way he didn’t let inadequacy kill him after all. There wasn’t a single bone in his body that believed he was superior to anybody around him, but letting himself think about that would mean crumbling. “Good on you! I say I do the same thing, but most of the time I’m only wearing skirts when I’m wearing tits. Honestly, I should probably change that, skirts are the best fucking thing in the world, if I’m honest.” While Pax caught the expression on Val’s face, he didn’t comment on it. He knew what it was like to be complimented on your insecurities and how hard it was to take that compliment. “You’re welcome, and yes I do. Silver Fooxxx, but with two o’s and three x’s. It is my full-time profession because I tried to make other things work and I fucking hated doing all of it.”

“IQ testing is bullshit anyways.” He stated with a shrug. “Especially when you’re a kid. You’re probably the smarter AND hotter one.” Val teased. “What’d you get for a coffee?” He asked. He liked having details. Maybe later he’d ask about Paxton’s appearance. Was he tall, mid-height, larger, muscular, thinner, huskier? Was he white, Hispanic, Black? Val found it oddly enjoyable to not know, and to find out later. There was no need to assume or try to guess someone’s stature, eye color... though he always did like to guess a horoscope or star sign. “Two Os and three Xs... why the two O’s? Do you pronounce it like Foo-cks?” He tried to pronounce it, picturing it in his head. “Still, that’s amazin’- wait, d’you have silver hair? Are you an actual silver fox?” He leaned forward a bit, brow furrowed. “Are you a Daddy?” He had feigned seriousness, but upon saying that, he started giggling, dropping back into his seat. “It’s a good name, though. I fuckin’ love it. I think I’d be... Eileen Cuisine.”

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paxtonsilver​:

“I realize I just fully launched into a story and you have no idea who these people are, sorry. I’m Paxton, my twin brother is Rusty. Rusty is dating and maybe engaged to his boyfriend Matt, who owns the bakery we’re in. Matt is gorgeous, my brother is not, I am, despite being his twin, very pretty. Rusty was addicted to pills, Matt was an alcoholic, I’m…I solved my problems with makeup,” he laughed. He figured Matt might be offended if he could overhear what Pax was saying, but Matt had always been open with his addiction issues. If he were there, he’d probably be the first to tell Val himself. Pax was taking a piece of his cookie when Val pulled his sunglasses off, and Pax couldn’t help but smile. “Your eyes are amazing,” he murmured. He assumed they were a result of what Pax could now confirm as blindness, but he thought they were cool nonetheless. “Well, thank you darling. You should come to a show sometime. I promise it’s not all a visual experience, because what the fuck kind of show would that be?” He smiled and set his chin in his hand. “Congrats, that’s a lot of work.”

Val was logging it all away, listening to the full explanation with a laugh. “Got it, got it. You’re a twin an’ you’re the hotter one.” He pointed out. “Identical twins?” He added with a grin, taking another sip of his mocha. “Mm, I solved a lot of my problems by wearin’ whatever the fuck I wanted. Not as exciting as a drag show, but I used t’love going out to those. Even if I can’t see the performances, I’ve had many a drag queen give me some helpful advice while I was drunk in a club.” He grinned. The comment caught him a bit off-guard. He always assumed his eyes were a bit... creepy? His assistant had been honest with him and said they COULD be off-putting. But he was also too kind to say what other people probably thought. “...Thank you.” He murmured, face flushing the tiniest bit. He played with his straw, listening to the ice move around in his cup. “D’you have a drag name, then? How long have you been performing? Is that your full-time profession? ‘s a pretty difficult career, but I mean. An absolutely amazing one.” He added.

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paxtonsilver​:

“I relate to that. My brother and his boyfriend are completely sober, but Matt - who owns the place - was an alcoholic and my brother is a pill addict, so I think it’s probably for the best.” Paxton was an over-sharer in the highest degree. He knew what he shouldn’t say, but then when it came to not saying it, he couldn’t shut up. “See, I gayed up my family first, and then my brother got jealous and ended up with one of the hottest men I’ve ever met. Considering my brother Rusty has a shit personality, I really don’t know how,” he laughed, “I still pay. Everything Matt makes is too good not to. He’ll slip freebies in when he’s here, but he does that with everybody. I don’t want to think about how my brother pays.” Just for himself, Pax grimaced. He knew far too much about his brothers sex life already. “I’m a drag queen. You said you’re an author, yeah?”

Val listened to Paxton open up quite a bit about his brother and his supposed hot boyfriend and how they were both pretty gay and he was still unsure 100% who Matt was and if he was an ex or another boyfriend, but he listened to it all, loving a bit of gossip. He took up his iced coffee and took a sip, raising eyebrows. He slid up his sunglasses into his nest of curls. Val’s eyes were pale, not focused on anything and the irises were a light, whitish blue. His eyes still would move from noise, ‘looking’ when Paxton talked, for instance. But they stayed listless and unfocused. He sipped on his drink and played with the straw, mouth agape as he finished. “AND you’re a drag queen? Love, ye’re the single most interesting person I’ve met in the past... well, in a while. And I work with authors an’ illustrators an’ publishers, an’ talk to a LOT of people. That’s also because I talk t’strangers too much an’ can’t shut up. ‘s besides the point.” He sat up a bit. “Mmhmm. I write young adult fantasy. I’m working on my third book in a series that’s been doing pretty well.” An understatement, but he didn’t want to sound like he was bragging. 

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paxtonsilver​:

“I don’t drink that much, so maybe you’re in luck. Though, from the accent, I’m going to guess you’re Irish, and if stereotypes hold true, that might be our issue?” Pax made sure to make his teasing obvious since he was starting to catch on to the other man’s blindness. He wasn’t certain by any means, but the fact that Val was looking at him, but not exactly at him, and holding his hand a little to Pax’s left, there was clearly something there. “Yes, the usual for me too,” he nodded. The cashier chuckled and said ‘Hi, Pax,’ after realizing which of the twins he was. Rusty was in here more often, which made sense, but Pax made his rounds. “I’m Paxton,” he replied, shaking Val’s hand, “Been here about four years. My brother’s boyfriend actually owns this bakery, which you don’t need to know, but too late…and of course I can.” He took Val’s arm gently and slowly, but not crawlingly, lead them to a table. “There’s a chair about a foot in front of you and a few inches to your right.”

“The stereotype is true with me, at least. Mum an’ Da don’t really drink that much, an’ my sister Benna is stone cold sober. But the genderfluid idiot author who went off an’ gayed up the place definitely needed a drink every now an’ then.” Val teased, easily wrapping an arm around the one he felt and letting the other lead them over. “Owns the place? Oh, so you’re not really payin’ anything, are you? What a fuckin’ tease. Wish I knew the owner of the bar we’re going to. Or club. Whatever y’like. I’m a pretty good dancer.” He grinned, feeling for the chair and table with a hand and sinking into the chair haphazardly once he found the general area. He dropped his tote bag beside him on his left, crossing a leg. “What d’you do, Paxton?” 

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paxtonsilver​:

Pax hardly registered that anything was different about the man he was talking to, and while he realized the guy was wearing sunglasses indoors, it didn’t make anything in his brain click. All in all, Paxton was the most observant of people, though he tried his best to be, he was focused more on the fact that the guy was hot. Sue him, he had a pea brain, hadn’t been laid in years, and was desperate to be touched. “I’ll make you a deal,” he chuckled, “I’ll buy coffee, you can buy drinks, and we can consider it even.” Pax didn’t actually believe the man was oozing money, but if he was, Pax still didn’t care. He had offered to pay because he was in a good mood, and nothing was going to bring him down. Especially not a little bit or sarcasm, which he loved. It may even make him happier.

Val’s lazy smile grew tenfold at the proposition and he tilted his head back a bit, listening to the other’s voice. “Well, fuck.” His Irish accent drifted off his tongue, thick from only living in the US for a few years. “Y’really gave me the more expensive option of the two. But absolutely.” He chuckled, brushing a hand through his curls. He heard the barista call: “Next!” and then after a moment, “Oh hey Val, your usual?” He didn’t turn his head, just said, “Yes please, but this love here is payin’ for it.” Val held out a hand, a bit off from where Paxton was now that they had moved up in line a bit. “I’m Val. Lived here about two years now. What’s your name? An’ can you lead us to a table?” He held out an arm for the other to take. 

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paxtonsilver​:

Paxton was a fairly lowkey guy in his everyday life, which was hilarious considering his extracurricular activities, but that’s just the kind of guy that he was. Today, he was actually feeling pretty upbeat, which didn’t happen all that often, and he decided to walk to his favorite bakery and café for a snack. It helped that it was owned by his brother’s boyfriend, but still, he paid. He was in line looking at all the options when he turned over his shoulder to the person behind him. “What do you want? I’ll pay.”

@chicagcstart​

Getting coffee this many times in one week was... probably turning into a problem. Val didn’t really care, though- having something a little sweet before he began working on his edits for the day made everything easier, especially when it got so monotonous. And he liked the little walk from his flat to the café. So by now, the blind individual with the slight glide to his walk who was wearing a tote bag over one shoulder, a very long thin cardigan with a loose tank top and some skinny-jeans, and a dark pair of sunglasses inside the shop, was a regular. He heard a voice and expected it to be a barista asking if he wanted his usual, but instead it was... someone. He didn’t recognize the voice. Why did he want to buy him something? Because he was blind? Was he just being nice, or? “That’s sweet of you, love, but I’m oozing with cash an’ honestly, just trying to get rid of it any way I can. Such a problem. Maybe I should buy your coffee?” He raised eyebrows, turning his head into the direction of the voice with a little grin. He wasn’t fully being sarcastic. 

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theharryallen​:

Harry never knew what to expect from a night with Val, but it was always satisfying. Whatever shape it took, Harry knew she was in for a good time. They looped their arm in hers, and she made sure that Val was supported, keeping a matched pace. “I’m honestly a little too into the Cup’O’Noodles. They’re so fuckin’ bad for you, and they don’t even taste that good. But the salty umami flavor gets me, you know?” She grinned, as they made it up to the register, plenty of snacks in tow. “Chinese food? You’re speakin’ my language, babe.” She made sure to pay, and after getting it all settled, she patted his arm, affectionately. “Off to your place, Val. The world is our oyster!”

“Nah, they’re fuckin’ good. No matter how much money I make from my books, I’m obsessed with those noods.” They laughed, walking along beside her. Val could eat and eat and eat when they were high, and that was their plan tonight, definitely. Any time they spent with Harry, they were usually smoking. “The world is our oyster!” Val echoed her with a laugh. “I’m so fuckin’ excited. No meetings tomorrow! An actual day off! We’re goin’ HAM tonight, Harry!”

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cashmackenna​:

“I’m a freelance accountant,” Cash answered as he glanced over at Val once again. “What do you do for work?” he asked, still tempted to reach out to touch that head of curls. The older man chuckled, “Yes.. like Cash but I’ll let you in on a secret that no one else knows. My birth name is Caspian but I started going by Cash when I moved to the states and later on had it changed legally.” He was chuckling again, “It is very cheap but not my cup of tea. I know some wines that I think you’d like that aren’t boxed and could last you a whole week if you don’t decide to drink the whole bottle in one night,” he mused. 

“Freelance... accountant. How’s that go?” He asked curiously as they kept walking. Val had a lackadaisical walk, not in any rush to get anywhere. He enjoyed getting to know people... Cash seemed interesting. He turned his head in the direction of Cash’s voice, gasping. “Caspian? Fuck, why’re ye going by Cash when y’could be Caspian? Oh, I shouldn’t say that. Maybe it’s a really traumatic thing. Well, ‘s really pretty. A princely name. Very fantastical.” He chuckled, squeezing Cash’s arm. “Believe me, I’ve had plenty a wines. Expensive, cheap- had a gorgeous glass of cab that cost $230 for one glass. It was... fine?” He laughed. “But I’d drink any wine y’wanted. Sounds like you’ve got good taste.”

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ike-whittle​:

“I’m going to make up the grandma.” Ike replied without hesitation, apparently having only been seeking approval. As Val lit up, he dug his own pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and fumbled to pull one out. “Nah, my fake grandma would never crochet mittens for the less fortunate. She really fucked up her hands climbing Everest and all. I told her, I said, grandma, you’re too old to be mountain climbing. Maybe you should crochet mittens instead. And she said, Isaac, you don’t get me. Go play Nintendo. But it wasn’t a Nintendo at all. It was never a Nintendo. It was a PlayStation. God damn it, grandma, it was a PlayStation.” He hummed distantly, sparking up with a flick from his lighter and cocking his head to one side. “They need a punchy quote, you know. Can’t blame them for that. How else are they going to condense you into a single Tweet?” He grinned, letting out a long breath of smoke before settling back with a sigh. “It’s ‘cause walruses have a man face. I don’t know whose idea that was, fish with a man face. But they all look like they’re named Boris,” he replied, shaking his head. “But I’m not creative. I talk too much. You, though. What are you workin’ on these days, huh? 

Val listened with a laugh, taking another long drag and hearing the other shuffle around with something. Probably had his own cigarettes or something. He leaned back into his chair, contentedly waiting. Ike was really painting a picture in his head and Val always appreciated how verbose he was. Running curls around his own fingers and twisting them idly. “Fuck. I remember walruses. From uhh... shit, I watched an Animal Planet show about ‘em. They really did all look like they were named Boris. Boris and uh... Walter.” He leaned his face into his hands, giggling. “I can’t be condensed, love! That’s the fuckin’ problem! ‘Non-binary genderfluid blind Irish Author, Valentine Dupont, with a penchant for marijuana and vodka-heavy cocktails, writes fantasy novel after fantasy novel through meaningful sessions with their esteemed assistant.’ Is that too long? Hard t’put in a tweet AND give a current event synopsis on what I’m doing NOW.” He plopped back onto his seat and stretched his legs. “You talk the perfect amount. If I was smokin’ pot instead of nicotine, would be like butter t’my ears... does that make sense? Fuck, I need a drink.” They brushed curls off their forehead. “Working on the 3rd book! ‘s getting pretty good. We’re figuring out the book tour an’ panels, doing some marketing. Editing. All the fun shit. How’re you, besides walruses an’ your fake grandma?”

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thediversummers​:

“Rum I know for sure, I think some coconut alcohol in it too? It was really a messed up version of a Smuggler-which is one of my favorite drinks-but all I know was it was strong.” Niki laughed. It’d tasted amazing, she just wish she’d known what was in it. Maybe if she made it back to Hawaii she’d ask. “They really are! Ok those daiquiris sound amazing, now I really want to go there just to have one…or two.” She joked, never one to turn down alcohol. Granted she watched how much she had, and didn’t have alcohol all the time, but she loved trying different drinks. Nikita smiled at her friend. “I love that, have you been back since? I’ve definitely been itching to travel somewhere tropical lately. Maybe I’ll have to go to the Bahamas next time.”

“A rum drink will always fuck me up.” He grinned. “An’ I love it.” He added quickly, leaning back with a laugh. “Ye’re really makin’ me want a fancy drink. Can we go get some harborside cocktails?” He asked, sitting up a little bit. “No, unfortunately. Haven’t been back... but I want to. We’ll have t’go together, get wasted on the beach near Baha Mar, drunk off fruity-ass beverages.” He grinned. “Now! Are we gettin’ drinks or what?” He asked, already standing up.

[thediversummers]

Closed Starter || Val Dupont & Nikita Summers @valxdupont

“Craziest drink I ever had was probably this one pineapple drink I got from a rundown shack bar on a backstreet in Hawaii. It was during a college trip and let me tell you that was strong, I thought I was either going to end up belting out Lady Gaga in the streets or passing out.” She smirked, recalling that one particular night semi clearly, part of it was still fuzzy despite it being nearly 9 years ago. “But it was tasty nonetheless, and despite having a wicked hangover the next morning after downing two...I’m afraid to say that I’d get another if I ever make it back to Hawaii someday.” The admittance making her laugh. It was just like her to be totally sure she would make another semi stupid decision again, and willingly. “What about you? What’s your craziest drink you’ve had so far?”

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thediversummers​:

Closed Starter || Val Dupont & Nikita Summers @valxdupont

“Craziest drink I ever had was probably this one pineapple drink I got from a rundown shack bar on a backstreet in Hawaii. It was during a college trip and let me tell you that was strong, I thought I was either going to end up belting out Lady Gaga in the streets or passing out.” She smirked, recalling that one particular night semi clearly, part of it was still fuzzy despite it being nearly 9 years ago. “But it was tasty nonetheless, and despite having a wicked hangover the next morning after downing two…I’m afraid to say that I’d get another if I ever make it back to Hawaii someday.” The admittance making her laugh. It was just like her to be totally sure she would make another semi stupid decision again, and willingly. “What about you? What’s your craziest drink you’ve had so far?”

“What was in it, besides pineapple?” He asked curiously. It definitely sounded like a good time- and something he would pound down in one go. “Old shack bars in tropical places have the best drinks, though. They don’t fuckin’ go easy on you. I went t’the Bahamas right before I graduated college. Just turned 21, went t’this daiquiri spot. They made fresh blended daiquiris, then if y’wanted them boozy, they’d just pour the spiced rum right on top. Y’mixed it all up at the end.” He laughed. “So I had a watermelon kiwi daiquiri in this GIANT glass, and was walkin’ funny all the way down to the casino.”