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oliverbrowncnn:
“Depends.” Oliver gave Leo a look. Weren’t he and his wife loaded? “I’ve seen people charge that for a hand job.” He smiled as a woman turned around to play the part of the offended dame . “I know ma'am. In this economy?” His eyes grew larger then, before he shook his head in dismissal. She could take her outrage else where.
“Anyway, you do whatever you want with this information,” sticking his hands in his pockets, he had a look over at the list for largest donors, expecting to find The Brown foundation somewhere in the top 5, and not exactly surprised to see they were in the top 3.
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Leo’s brows behind the leather mask shot straight up at Oliver’s remark. Laughter from his belly left his lips which doubled when Oliver told off their eavesdropper. Leo’s laughter making the speed of her exit all the more hastily. “I don’t think I’ll ever stoop so low. But if I get there, you’ll know.” He sniffed, shaking his head, before focusing back on the donation slip. “And I’m of course--kidding about a five dollar donation.” He said, writing down four digits. This amount was safe for him and his wife’s combined income, but all he could see were the amount of drinks that could be had at the dive bar on the ninth. So. Many. Drinks. “On the safe side, I better ask Alaska.” He said, folding up the slip, and placing it in his coat’s inner pocket. He was buying time with the money, and mourning the potential loss of an excessive amount of his vice.
He made way to see what had Oliver’s attention now. Leo clearly saw his friend’s last name, and he nearly snorted. “Besides, why do they need my money when they got yours, you ol’ fox?” Leo quipped with tilting his head to the side, his lion mask surely adding the playful taunting that Leo was delivering.
oliverbrowncnn:
“Couples’ therapy?” Oliver found himself brought back a couple years back. Matthew and he had tried that, but clearly their marriage was past saving then. His parents hadn’t exactly been accepting of Matthew, not because he was a man, but because he didn’t belong to their social circle. His father suggested Oliver had picked him because he would never feel threatened by him, because he liked to feel superior to others. How exactly were you supposed to have a healthy marriage when your other half started to think that his own husband despised them.
“How do you feel about it?” Reaching over to get his hand on the wine bottle, he gave them both a refill, offering Leo a compassionate look. “Did you decide to do it, or was it her suggestion?”
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Leo almost whinced when Oliver repeated what he said. He couldn’t believe he had actually said it to someone who knew more than his drink order. It was making his martial problems all the more real. Especially to someone who had been through the same song and dance before. “I feel like it’s a distraction or some kind of test.” Leo wasn’t one to believe in talking about anything that had to do with his emotions. He could recite the history of method acting, and be completely enthralling while doing so. But once it came to dealing with anything with substance, he would shut off. He watched as the wine sloshed into his glass before looking over at Oliver. “And who do you think?” He questioned with little agression and a quirk of his brow before shaking his head. This was his way of simmering his annoyance and silently apologizing to him. He exhaled and met Oliver’s eyes, “I don’t know how any couple is expected to make it through those sessions. You hear things from your partner I don’t believe you should ever hear them say.” His gaze drifted to his topped off glass, he took another sip, and felt his edgyness subside the smallest bit.
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Leo was relaxed to say the least. His diluted drink was half way finished, the sweet spot for him as he could finish the next half in one go. He was enjoying Oliver’s rare company. Even if the mentions of Oliver’s successes fanned the flames of his own jealousy. It was still good to catch up when they could. There had been a comfortable lull in their conversation, and most of that was drawn by Leo’s absent gaze.
Leo didn’t know what suddenly came over him. Was it the lounge music playing? The dimmed lighting? Or the percentage amount of alcohol that was in his slender frame? He squirmed in his seat as his thoughts began to race with his heart beat.
Say it, say it, say it. Say it to someone other than your favorite bartender, you coward! “I’m in couples’ therapy.” He blurred out, the recognition that he said it hit him like a rubber band, snapping him into reality. He even looked surprised as he looked at Oliver. Leo regretted impulsively opening that door, kicking it down was more like it. “We’re— we’re in couples’ therapy.” He corrected and adjusted the collar of his maroon dress shirt.
