the ⠀ medium–cheap ⠀ stuff, ⠀ the ⠀ kind ⠀ of ⠀ wine ⠀ that ⠀ gets ⠀ you ⠀ a ⠀ buzz ⠀ and ⠀ maybe ⠀ an ⠀ aftertaste.
"alright, ⠀ we're ⠀ doing ⠀ pride ⠀ and ⠀ prejudice ⠀ and ⠀ zombies ⠀ tonight. ⠀ just ⠀ settle ⠀ down."
the ⠀ door's ⠀ yanked ⠀ open ⠀ before ⠀ her ⠀ hand ⠀ even ⠀ falls ⠀ from ⠀ the ⠀ door—the ⠀joys ⠀ of ⠀ modern ⠀ technology ⠀ and ⠀ live ⠀ location ⠀ sharing. ⠀ his ⠀ lips ⠀ crack ⠀ in ⠀ that ⠀ far ⠀ too ⠀ wide ⠀ grin, ⠀ all ⠀ shark ⠀ and ⠀
lugging a bag nearly half her size, overflowing with enough popcorn and gushers to last a small army, she knocks on @daggerspare’s door. it's movie night, after all, and she's ready to uphold the agreement: no bickles, and jake gets to ;
he ⠀ steps ⠀ to ⠀ the ⠀ side, ⠀ waving ⠀ 'tilda ⠀ in, ⠀ pointing ⠀ towards ⠀ his ⠀ set ⠀ up: ⠀ too ⠀ clean ⠀ couch, ⠀ and ⠀ a ⠀ living ⠀ room ⠀ hardly ⠀ lived ⠀ in, ⠀ coffee ⠀ table ⠀ bare ⠀ save ⠀ for ⠀ his ⠀ drink ⠀ selection ⠀ of ⠀ the ⠀ night.
oh! I’ll be honest, that went right over my head.——but I’m not too far. figured I’d let everyone else tug at your attention so it’s outta their system once I was ready to get you alone.
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"been on the road long enough—what's got 𝘺𝘰𝘶 all wound up?" gesturing to herself, beer still in hand. brow's pinched, tone still easy when he asks, "trouble with the missus, or somethin'?"
she’s huffing, raising her beer to lips as eyes roll. and then as the bottle hits the table , green hues narrow. “ha. real funny hangman, didn’t know you had a stand up show goin’.”
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eyes roll at cyclone's mention, shaking his head. a murmur of "ridin' us harder than his namesake," under his breath. allows himself a huff, shoulders squaring, "how'd ya feel like losin' some money?"
“seems like nothing phases you, hangman,” natasha hummed, lifting the bottle back up to her lips and finishing off the remainder of the liquid before setting it back down, “I definitely did, I feel like cyclone’s had it in for us this week.”
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"life's smooth sailing as teacher's pet," is the limit of his admittance. gaze trained on her reaching for a pretzel as he pops it back into his mouth. "anyway, figured you'd need some kinda pick–me–up."
and there it is, that skyrocketing confidence of his. she couldn’t help but allow a small smile to crease onto her lips, slowly shaking her head, “of course, because god forbid you ever take it easy or admit you’re tired, right?”
tsk—— if it’s not too private, dissecting that might be of my interests. maybe it’s time to build morale around here. volleyball or tag team football soon?
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boooooo. least one of us had some action. hey—— listen. 𝘪 mighta signed a waiver, but my journal sure didn't. shame if i left that... lyin' around, if you catch my meanin'.
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barking a laugh in response, oozing drama, own digits splayed over chest as shoulders shake. "me? let my game slip at any point? oh, heaven forbid, phoenix."
thumb absentmindedly swiped across the bottle, condensation gathering on the digit as she turned her head to glance over at hangman —— a brow raising in amusement, “what? you’re saying you 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 dip in energy around this time of the week?”