@builtbyclt But it would unfortunately bruise his pride. He didn’t like receiving help and he certainly didn’t like people touching his bike.
But the man was right, so he swallowed.
“Yeah okay. I’ll throw it in neutral & we can both take a side.”
his bike stuttered, a grating sound coming from the throttle. it was loud— despite anderson trying to push through, the damn thing gave out on him in the middle of a random back road next to a ranch. he cursed, looked up to see @builtbyclt walking towards him.
he blew a puff of smoke into the night air, turning his head over his shoulder so it would evade his sister.
“she was hot.” he shrugged. “i decided to be a gentlemen.,it all of course was a lie.
@builtbyclt Ander silently wondered how far he’d driven in the night to end up at a place like this. In all his years of living here he doesn’t recall seeing this place.
“I can throw it in neutral and walk it over.” He remarks— not exactly eager to have help. He was stubborn in that way.
@freckledseer + like these where he desperately wanted his bike for the sake of some fresh air, but he was too gone for that. he could be a bad person, but never in that way.
𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻: no
𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻: uber to my place when you leave.
@freckledseer he didn’t know how much he left in him to pretend like he didn’t want to wrap himself around the brunette. it would always be so hard— but he was drunk, senses dulled, and interrupted during the heat of a moment.
so he sat outside on a bench, awaiting an uber. it’s times +
@freckledseer + another shot.
it would have been a fun game had he not been such a possessive person, and it was driving him insane to not be able to touch her.
he didn’t allow himself to touch her as he passed back to the bar, knowing he couldn’t stop himself if he did.
@freckledseer he so desperately wanted to put his hands on her hips, feel the way they shift to the beat of the music. before he was relaxed— but with the presence of his sister he was suddenly feeling stiff.
hand flexing, knuckles whitening around the the cup. perhaps he needed +
@builtbyclt they couldn’t have looked more opposite of each other— ander with his riding jacket and black cargos.
“fuck.” he mumbled, eyes flickering over the bike. “i don’t have any tools with me to work on it.” he pulled off his gloves, tucking them in his pocket.
@builtbyclt he eyed the man warily behind his helmet, gloved fingers pulling the visor up to reveal blue eyes.
“i’m okay.” he answered, pulling the key from the ignition. the other had a small accent, he noticed.
“just a little frustrated.”
@freckledseer + fourth and more of a let’s see how much we can tease ander before he snaps.
“yeah well— dancing has never really been thing.” it was strained, barely audible over the music but he managed to swallow down the desire and frustration growing inside of him.
@freckledseer he wondered silently if she wasn’t drunk or just insane. quickly, he turned his head to the side— sharp clenched jaw meeting the group. he had to look anywhere else but at her, lacking the self control necessary to play this little game.
it was less a teasing back and +
@freckledseer + seem to shake. but it didn’t matter how that he was back in the midst of unyielding teasing from his sister and— whatever lenox was.
“if you keep pointing it out i’m going to go stand in a corner and watch like i normally do.” he mumbled form above his drink. +