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veneficuspulmo:
[ The music seemed to of gotten louder over time, which left Reid in his usual ‘out of it’ state of mind. The warlock was drinking his beer, fingers latched around the bottle whilst he waited for Chase to show up. Before he’d arrived, he sent Tyler a simple text, ‘At Nikki’s. I’ll be home late.’. Probably the most considerate thing he’s ever done.
A random glance over his shoulder and there was the male pushing through the crowd. The younger nodded his head and moved to grab two pool sticks. ]
❝About time, asshole. Thought you chickened out. Yeah—you start.❞
[ Chase pushed his hair back slightly, just to put it back into that messy style he usually wore it in. Grabbing one of the pool sticks, Chase went to one side of the pool table where the white ball was positioned, bending over the table and aligning his cue with the white ball before giving it a firm hit, sending the coloured balls scattering across the green felt. ]
❝ I'm starting to get the vibe that you don't really like me. ❞
[ He flashes Reid a cocky grin, along with a not-so-subtle wink before he walks over to the bar and picks himself up a beer. ]











