A story of two almost 30 year old best friends on their pursuit of love, lust and living the best London lifestyle.
Or an AU about Celeste and Olivia as they introduce you to their world which happens to be filled with an ensemble cast of some of t...
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"I am just being honest, but honeybun, how the hell can you even walk straight after that, like that would split you in half?!" Liv remarked as she started placing back into the fridge the small packages that had been wrapped up on the kitchen worktop, something her and John had done waiting for the other's to be done with their dare and the subsequent laughter in the lounge.
But however much John had been happy to help Liv he kind of wanted to have something left out to throw at her right now as she bursts out laughing as the way Celeste covers her face laughing too as John finds an olive left on the table to quickly launch at Liv who misses before sticking out her tongue.
"I'm just being truthful, like Cee I knew he was big but like he's impressive" she smirks as John raises a brow as if to say 'really' while slurping the last of his drink "maybe it was just in comparison to what he was up against" she adds on while holding up her little finger as John launches himself almost immediately off the table as Liv takes off squealing dashing around Celeste, who was still laughing, gripping her to use as a barrier as she darts back outside to where the rest of the group are all finishing off drinks, but not before she pushes Celeste into him.
"Sorry," CeeCee cheeks glow as she steadies herself with her hands against John's chest, she shakes her head over Olivia's immaturity, shoving her into John like they were kids in the playground. But she isn't complaining too much because she can feel the ripples of his muscles underneath his regulation white t-shirt that today he wore underneath a khaki varsity jacket that was now lying over the back of the sofa having been removed when the group came indoors.
When he'd arrived Liv had eyed his outfit critically and he'd had to hold his hands up in defence of himself. He'd been working through his lunch this week as the deadline of his teams' latest project neared and he hadn't had time to nip to the shops on his break to pick something up that would satisfy the ridiculous dress codes the girls' parties often had. The jacket was as green as they were going to get.
"I've always wanted to know..." CeeCee smiles as she moves to fetch him a drink, catching his eye, with a confidence that she can only ever find in alcohol . "Do you have like a drawer full of white t-shirts at home or do you just wash the same one every day?!"
John's laughter booms around the kitchen, bouncing off the walls; this is not the first time his penchant for a simple white tee has seen him be on the end of some banter. He does love a white t-shirt, he layers them underneath everything; shirts, hoodies, denim jackets...
"So do you?" Celeste's determination only makes him laugh louder but he's not telling, he likes the idea of her thinking about him, even if it's over something as silly as what's in his drawers.
"What's got into you?!" He smiles at her, he's thrown by her good spirits, "You hate dares." She pulls a face, she hadn't realised it was that obvious; she kind of thought they were maybe getting a bit too old for dares, and she'd told Olivia this, who had shot back that maybe she was 'getting a bit too old' for petty jealousy and she hadn't had an answer to that one. "You're nowhere near as arsey as the last time we played."
