04-15-2021, 07:41 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]bowie toys with his hands as he sits on the edge of his bed, eyes darting around the room to find something to catch and keep his attention for more than a couple fleeting moments. he gets to his feet, grabbing one of his many beanies from the top of his dresser and puts it on his head. nerves eat alway at him, flaring up his adhd even worse than usual, he can’t leave his hat alone. maxine’s pregnant... the news hasnt left his thoughts since she’d told him. while he does like her, a lot, the two weren’t even actually dating... they’d just been spending more and more time together, getting reallll close. the idea of a kid makes his stomach flip and the color drain from his face; he’s never been one for deep, long-term, serious relationships. hell, bowie hates even staying in one place for very long, this is probably the longest he’s spent in a place in a long time. it was actually starting to feel like home, but now he wants to run.
the classic long black coat is slipped on and aspen’s ready to go find anything to distract him. plus, he kind of doesn’t want to see max, so hopefully she won’t be able to find him if she goes looking. aspen covers his mouth with his hands, breathing into them to try and warm them up some. hearing his name does catch his attention, eyebrows raised as he looks for who called for him. colt! perfect, honestly, the two men made fast friends through drew. ” you busy? i was thinking of grabbing a couple of drinks at freddie’s bar. “ now, there’s an idea. [color=#80bfff]” fuck, yeah, man, i need a drink, “ bowie admits, heading towards colt and the door, pushing it open after he goes through for his companion. [color=#80bfff]” warning you, i’m tryin’ to get absolutely shitfaced, hope that’s okay, “ he laughs, even though it’s a genuine statement. he hasn’t talked to anyone about the news, really. he’s mentioned it to drew, but that’s about it. colt might be a nice person to confide in.
he shoves the door of the bar open, arms extended out, [color=#80bfff]” one of everything, please, “ bowie jokes with a wide grin. picking his barstool, he plops down and pets the one next to him, [color=#80bfff]” dude, what are you drinking for tonight? “ he asks colt.
the classic long black coat is slipped on and aspen’s ready to go find anything to distract him. plus, he kind of doesn’t want to see max, so hopefully she won’t be able to find him if she goes looking. aspen covers his mouth with his hands, breathing into them to try and warm them up some. hearing his name does catch his attention, eyebrows raised as he looks for who called for him. colt! perfect, honestly, the two men made fast friends through drew. ” you busy? i was thinking of grabbing a couple of drinks at freddie’s bar. “ now, there’s an idea. [color=#80bfff]” fuck, yeah, man, i need a drink, “ bowie admits, heading towards colt and the door, pushing it open after he goes through for his companion. [color=#80bfff]” warning you, i’m tryin’ to get absolutely shitfaced, hope that’s okay, “ he laughs, even though it’s a genuine statement. he hasn’t talked to anyone about the news, really. he’s mentioned it to drew, but that’s about it. colt might be a nice person to confide in.
he shoves the door of the bar open, arms extended out, [color=#80bfff]” one of everything, please, “ bowie jokes with a wide grin. picking his barstool, he plops down and pets the one next to him, [color=#80bfff]” dude, what are you drinking for tonight? “ he asks colt.
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[align=left]just a teenage dirtbag, baby ･ﾟ✧ ☾
[i][b]--- listen to iron maiden, baby, with me