"And deep down I know this never works, but you can lay with me so it doesn't hurt?"

[breakthesilence]

Who: Quentin Lawrence with Kevin Lawson
What: "Why am I so emotional?"
Where: Kevin's apartment
When: Later in the night, following THIS that morning

Hours had passed since Quentin had signed the adoption papers and left the hospital. He hadn't been dealing very well, and like a standard response many would have in time of emotional upheaval, he wanted to get drunk. Really, really drunk. He just didn't feel it appropriate to go to Luke's bar to do it because he didn't want the guy who would become the father of his baby to think he was a loser. Even if he was a loser, it just didn't seem right. He ended up in a really shitty bar, but he didn't care about the décor. He just cared if they had booze. He had been about halfway through his second scotch on the rocks when he realised that it wasn't getting drunk in Luke's bar that had been the problem, it had just been the thought altogether.

He had signed his baby over for adoption in the middle of withdrawing from drugs, and here he was about to drown his own system in booze because he wanted to be numb and switch off the burning pain inside. Milo didn't have that. He couldn't just down a few drinks and stop the pain, so why the hell was Quentin being a selfish fucking cunt wanting an easy out? That wasn't him. None of this was him, this was all just reactionary to the shit turns his life had taken and led him here. His legacy couldn't be being a drunk and a no-hoper. It couldn't be all about thinking about himself and how hard done by he was, so why should he bother trying to be a better person? His sacrifice of giving Milo up had to make him a better person, not a worse one.

( Which was why he ended up contacting Ash for another favour... )

"Tainted love."

[heartsonfire]

Who: Jazz Lawson and Kevin Lawson
What: Big sister duties
Where: Kevin's place
When: Morning after THIS

If there was one thing Jazz hated, it was people that ignored her calls. It was cool if they missed them and eventually returned them, but when the calls were getting up in the double digits and still no answer came, then she got pissed. It just so happened that she got pissed tenfold when it was either of her brothers that did it, because those bitches worried her if she didn't hear from them. She always had them dead in a ditch or smashed into a tree in their fucking expensive dickmobile cars. She didn't like worrying that her brothers were dead, which is what one could potentially end up when she was done with him.

She didn't even bother knocking on his door. She just used her key to go in and didn't care if he was naked or balls-deep in something else with a pulse. It wouldn't be the first time she turned up uninvited to put him in his place. She did it less with Gavin these days because he was married and it was pretty much a given that if he wasn't answering calls, he was being fucked into next week by Bradie. But Kevin was a different story. Kevin had been a bit of a moping sadsack since everything went down with Jesse, and if he was reaming someone intensely, they could wait until she was done with him.

She dropped her handbag onto his sofa and went straight up the hall to his room. But as soon as she got there, she was met with the sight of another warm body in his bed with him, sure, but there was no fucking happening. In fact, this was so outwith the realms of fucking that she actually baulked and did a double take. Kevin was on his bed spooning another guy. Another guy who happened to be Quentin. She knew Quentin, but this was new. A moment of analysis passed and then she did the only thing a big sister could do in this given situation... she walked over to Kevin's side of the bed and flicked the elastic on his boxers with a sharp snap to wake him up.

"You have fifteen seconds to explain before I insert your iPhone where the sun don't shine so hard you'll be farting 'Baby Got Back' as a ringtone, Kevvie," she warned in a hushed tone.

@ muserevival // 072.4. Ten Things

[slowsouthernstyle]

HERE @ muserevival

Ten things you're useless at

1. Baking
2. Public speaking
3. Holding my booze
4. Dancing
5. Shoe shopping
6. Sport
7. Being the centre of attention
8. Making omelettes
9. Remembering birthdays
10. Being a hospital patient

@ muserevival | 072.3. Drabble

[drivemystick]

HERE @ muserevival

STRANGE

It had been such a long time that Simon had woken up naked with someone that it was a strange phenomenon to be doing it that morning. He was too warm and too comfortable to jolt awake too quickly. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the small sliver of light coming in through a crack in the blinds right across his face, he would probably have kept right on snoozing contently.

He was lying on his stomach, face smooshed snugly into the pillow, and there was an arm hugged around his waist and a leg draped over his. He glanced over his shoulder very briefly to analyse the other person sharing his bed and smirked sleepily at Lance who was still dead to the world. This was probably the part where Simon should get up and call it an end to a one-nighter. But something was different this time. He didn’t know what, but it could wait. For now, he was just going to shuffle back into Lance a little more and close his eyes again. He was pretty sure he could get used to this feeling...

[FACEBOOK]

[learnhowtoplay]

Jace, check out your other half! This was the summer after junior year of high school.

[ FACEBOOK ]

[afunnyvalentine]

No, Lancey didn't come home last night, and he's not coming home tonight either :P

[ FACEBOOK ]

[inkandleather]

Don't like my bed alone anymore :/

[ FACEBOOK ]

[halfwaytoheaven]

Randomly put Supernanny on the TV to watch. Of course, it's about a poor dude who lost his wife to cancer and left him to raise three little boys alone. That's okay, my heart was fucked anyone. NBD to rip it out by the roots.

"Make a move."

[inkandleather]

Who: Jace Turner and Kevin Lawson
What: A different viewpoint
Where: Kevin's apartment
When: After THIS

Jace woke up a little later than he intended that morning, and the first thing he did when he just-woken brain clicked into gear to remember he didn't have anyone there to roll over and snuggle up with was fumble for his phone and blearily check to see if there were any texts from Jesse. There weren't any there, though, so he took a shower and had a quick banana smoothie for breakfast so he could hitch a ride with Evan to the hospital. When they got there, Jesse was out like a light, with his room still in darkness with all the blinds drawn and the door closed over just a little to shield off some of the noise from the people walking up and down the corridor. The nurse on duty informed them that Jesse had a really good night's sleep last night, the first since the operation, and they wanted to just let him sleep as long as he needed to. They had a breakfast held for him he could have when he woke up.

Jace still checked in on his boyfriend, of course, but Jesse really was out for the count and snoozing peacefully. He left him a little note so Jesse knew he was there, promising he would be back soon to see him when he woke up. He just had something he wanted to do, or needed to, rather. Part of the reason he had overslept that morning was because he had been up later the night before than usual. He checked the address that had been written out on a Post-It for him as he got out of the cab, then checked it again. He always did two checks before proceeding with something. He had a habit of mixing up minor details like one digit in a phone number or a street number for an address.

It was a swank apartment block with a doorman who checked his details and asked who he was there to see. He even had to sign into the freaking place, and as tempting as it was to use 'I P Freely' or 'Amanda Hugenkiss', he behaved and wrote his real name. As an artist, he had one of those flourished swirly writing styles that Evan liked to playfully mock him about. When he was recovering from the brain injury and re-learning to do things like write, he struggled retaining things in print and managed better with this curly style so they ended up just rolling with it. He rang the doorbell of the apartment, and while he waited for the answer, he curled a strand of hair around his finger and looked at a print on the wall. He didn't even know if anyone was home, but it was worth a shot.