✦ - *⁎ Ft | Lela . - Blog Posts

" i wouldn't call it brooding, lela. self reflection is good for the soul, ain't it? i'm getting old. " snorts as their hand snatches the bottle from its spinning. old, that's just a fucking excuse. still, they'd been on their best behavior lately. fights had all but left themselves in the dirt for the past year, the broken chairs repaired ... might as well put a gold star on their board! still, they remember the plights of their ear twenties. some secondhand embarrassments, some hilarious bonfire stories. the big, wet eyes of their mother might've finally caught up to them. among other things. ( the lingering suspicion of being brought in for questioning for wrong place wrong time, wrong punch thrown. kept their record clear as day somehow it ought to say that way ). damon mimics lela's, but with their chin propped up on their fist. " good behavior ... what's that to you, hm? " lips curl into a smile, head tilted forward just slightly, " would buying you a drink count? you think i'm brooding. can't with your company. "

lela leans against the bar, one arm propped casually on the counter as she watches damon spin his bottle. her expression is unreadable at first, lips pressed into a faint line, though the flicker of amusement in her eyes gives her away. "yeah, 'cause spinning your beer like that is definitely the way to save face," she quips, her voice carrying that dry, teasing edge she’s mastered. she shifts slightly, resting her chin on her hand as she regards him. "but, hey, credit where it’s due. you’re keeping it tame tonight. no broken chairs, no shouting matches. i almost don’t recognize you." there’s a pause, her gaze softening slightly, though the smirk stays. "though, murder night or not, you’ve still got a knack for getting people to remember your name, don’t you?" she tilts her head, tapping her fingers against the bar. "so, what’s the plan, damon? you just here to nurse that one bottle and brood, or are you gonna surprise me with some actual good behavior?"