Gvardrail - Fear Less

GOOD TIME (2017) dir. Josh Safdie & Benny Safdie

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

dj takes the wine from her, taking a sip. he doesn't really like wine that much, admittedly, but he's not about to refuse something maya's offering him. he takes a second sip for good measure before handing it back to her with a chuckle, "i would love to see ya officiate. i feel like you'd have a really good opening monologue. or sermon? i guess it isn't a sermon if you're not a priest or something." his cheeks redden a bit and he shrugs, "y'know what i mean anyway." he feels like he's usually a little more charming than this, or, at least, a little smoother. he's trying to reign in the nervous energy, especially now that he's standing so close, he's afraid it's oozing off of him, affecting the vibe. "really nice, huh? what's that look like? getting you refills every half hour? carrying your shoes when your feet start to hurt?" he teases, recovering his 'cool' just a little, he thinks. "dom told you i was voted 'most helpful' in our frat, right?" dj jokes. his superlative had actually been 'best at keg stands,' but that was a skill better suited for the bachelor party a few weeks back. "you're barely gonna believe what a good personal assistant i can be." for maya, anyway. for anyone else? the effort wouldn't be quite as strong, that's for sure.

HIS SMILE . it makes her entire brain feel like it's restarting for a second . she remembers the very first time he smiled at her - dj was always one of dom's only friends that would actually say hi to her , ask her how her day was . it made her flustered then , and she's trying not to show it ( HE ) still has that effect on her . maya lets out an easy laugh , noting the way he glances her over . self-consciously , she pushes some of her blow-dried curls over her shoulder . she'd be lying if she said she hadn't purposely tried to look a little bit nicer for tonight . the dress code was ' casual smart ' and maya spent hours poring over what that could mean before settling on a tight turtleneck and matching black skirt . maya's smile brightens more , eyes falling to his mouth for a second , just as her back gently falls to the wall behind her . DJ IS CLOSE . maya can smell his expensive cologne . she busies herself by taking another sip of wine , before offering some to dj . " that's what i've been saying . i should be the one marrying them or something equally as important . " maya laughs , cheeks colouring . " just a bridesmaid , though . " dom's fiancee , lucy , picked her best friend for maid of honour which maya cannot truly be remotely mad at . " responsibility , huh ? they gave it to the right guy . " she teases . " if you're really nice to me tonight , i may be convinced to help you with some of that uber responsibility , you know . . "

if you give me a ship with an emotionally distant older man and a lively young woman who brings out the playfulness in him i swear to god i will ship it until my dying day

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He sat across from her, locking eyes with the woman as he settled in, humming thoughtfully, "The truth?" She seemed like someone who would prefer the truth. And he wasn't usually one to beat around the bush unless he was trying to get away with something risky at work, "My mom asked me to come. But, rest assured, I also have a healthy amount of curiosity. It's in my nature." He flashed a soft grin, returning the question, "What about you? On a quest to go on the world's best date?" His following thought was the he probably wasn't going to be the world's best date, but he kept that musing to himself. It's not that he was antisocial or rude or unattractive. Sandro just sort of found himself a bit boring. He worked and went home mostly. He didn't have many hobbies, he didn't have much of a life outside of the office. He thought it usually made very droll date conversation.

Sandro picked up the drink menu, though he kept his attention on Devin, not wanting to seem rude, remembering the manners his mom had instilled in him over and over. He was, admittedly, curious about her. He didn't think his mom had the best taste generally, but there seemed to be no issue (yet) and Devin didn't seem like a complete crazy person. Though, there was still time for such a reveal.

"What are you drinking?" Sandro asked, figuring it would probably be easier just to ask their waiter for a bottle for the table. Plus, he wasn't particularly picky when it came to wine — or food for the at matter, he was an easy date.

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Her gaze lifted from the menu at the sound of his voice, hazel-green eyes settling on him with the quiet intensity of someone sizing up a mystery. So, this was Sandro. The man her mother had gone on about as though he were the solution to all of life’s problems. Devin’s lips curved, just slightly—a smile too faint to betray what she was truly thinking.

She let a beat pass, her fingers stilling on the stem of her wine glass before she reached out to take his offered hand. Her grip was firm but not overly so, the handshake coolly polite. ❝Devin,❞ she confirmed, her voice low and smooth, as if she were entirely unfazed by the circumstances. ❝Nice to meet you too, Sandro.❞

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, cataloging details with the precision of someone who had been trained to assess and analyze from a young age: the sharp cut of his jaw, the faint tension in his shoulders that betrayed the practiced ease he was trying to project. He looked like someone who lived in control—she wondered how much he hated being here, doing this.

She withdrew her hand, leaning back in her chair as she gestured to the empty seat across from her. ❝Well, you’re here. That’s more than I expected, so... points for punctuality.❞ Her words were light, tinged with dry humor, though the spark in her eyes hinted at something sharper beneath the surface.

As he settled in, Devin reached for her wine glass, taking another sip. The movement was measured, calculated even, giving her just enough time to think. ❝So, Sandro,❞ she began, setting the glass down with the softest of clinks, ❝what brings you to this thrilling adventure? Duty, curiosity, or sheer boredom?❞

Her lips quirked into a smile that was equal parts challenge and charm. Whatever this was, she had no intention of letting it fall into the predictable rhythm her mother likely envisioned. If she had to sit through this evening, she’d make it on her terms.

🚨 ・・・・・ 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧.

totally cliché, but, let me play a sexy mistress who seduces her husbands awkward younger brother.

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