𝑅𝔦𝑠𝔨 ℑ𝑡 𝐴𝔩𝑙 .ᐟ

it's fine. it's f͟i͟n͟e͟ — -         it doesn't matter.            ⋆  they murmur, eyes still shut. voices and scenes dart behind closed lids, each more unpleasant than the last. he'd been fine, his day had been going amazingly well, only for t͟h͟i͟s͟  to happen.. a small groan escapes him unwittingly, pained.  ⋆

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal 　)
            〝  but you got hurt badly.  i wouldn't call that meet-up of yours a pleasant one ＂ a hand carefully cupped the blond's cheek so he could check for any injuries along his face,  but from the looks of it he found none〝  and don't strain yourself with standing up,  that's what i'm here for ＂

⋆  to his credit, ouverte did try to stand properly. they still did want to keep up appearances, even in this state.. but maybe that shouldn't be a priority right now. leaning against misère, their eyes closed, exhausted.   ⋆               just.. met some old aquaintances, which caused some.. old memories to resurface. it's nothing.

⋆  her eyes widen minutely with shock, freezing up — -          which in turn allowed her to be so easily deposited into misére’s lap. the kiss simply made her blush even worse than it already was.   (she’s already red enough, for fuck’s sake!)   but she seemed to be placated, plush lips pressing together in a pronounced pout before it disappears. she sits up straighter then, arms wrapping smoothly over misére’s shoulders.  ⋆               .. how rude. do you really feel the same?          (  …  )          kiss me, misère. s͟h͟o͟w͟ me that you do.

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal 　)
            〝  i know,  that's on me.  just wanted to make sure i was able to tell the difference between your usual flirting and your flirting when it comes to me.  sorry it took a while for me to realize ＂ misère explained while briefly scooping up ouverte into his arms before setting her down to sit on his lap.  an apologetic kiss was then placed on her forhead〝  also seeing you so red was entertaining ＂

⋆  she seems defiant, trying her very best to not meet misère's gaze. despite her apparent confidence the flirty persona is really only a front she puts up after all, and it crumbles the second she's outed. this stalemate goes on for a while, and eventually she admits defeat — -           her face so red it might resemble a tomato.  ⋆              .. all right, you got me. but what was i supposed to do? you wouldn't really respond to any of my attempts to show you how i felt.

⋆  pink creeps onto their cheeks slowly but surely, a gentle hue colouring pale skin. he seemed surprised by the action, but still gave a smile in return, eyes gazing over the outfit misère wore.  ⋆            there you go again.. do you want to wear that back to the casino, or should i have them pack it up?

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal 　)
            the brunette gently took ahold of the other's hand before lifting it to place a kiss onto the back of his palm〝  hm,  i'll be sure to do that for you ouverte ＂ he later said with a smile while looking at the blond

you don't owe me anything. really. i'm giving this to you because i want to, enjoy the gift. okay?

oh, come on now. you're clearly thinking about /something/.            ⋆  they're obviously unconvinced, quirking an eyebrow in response to misère's flustered appearance. quickly his smirk widened, reaching out a hand. and their ungloved palm cupped the bartender's cheek.  ⋆             it's rude not to look at people, misère.. why don't you face me, hm?

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal 　)
            at hearing ouverte's comment,  a faint red hue could be seen on features,  causing misère to clear his throat and look away from the other〝  it's nothing-  was just spacing out ＂

⋆  there they would stay for a good while, ouverte preferring to remain silent as the drowsiness gradually fades from his mind. their expression was still peaceful as his eyes open, though he notices misère's gaze fixated on them. at which his lips curl with a smirk.  ⋆            hm? is there something on my face?

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal 　)
            〝  you deserve something too for working just as hard if not more than me then.  but this is still really nice and i appreciate you for giving me something ＂

it's just 'cause you've been working so hard the past few days.. mm. think nothing of it.

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal 　)
            〝  huh,  you got me something﹖﹖  you really didn't need to do that ouverte  ＂

with his chest heaving with every taken step,    ethan would've honestly used his abilities to escape  [or run]  with so much ease,   [minus the hassle as well],    but clearly he wanted the other to keep up. ⠀ “⠀SEE..?   IT'S YOUR FAULT──  geez,,⠀” ⠀ the criminal grabs the brunette and carries him over,    his panting audible. ⠀ “⠀hey...   are they catching up?   where are they?⠀” ⠀ asked ethan between each heavy exhalation.

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@stellaronhunt 　)
            〝  WELL I WOULDN'T BE AS SLOW IF I WASN'T TRIPPING OVER MY FEET ＂

“⠀WHY ARE YOU SO SLOW DO I HAVE TO DRAG YOU ?!!⠀”

/        YK WHERE!!!!! GAYYYYYY :3

*⠀⠀ANYY AAA

@dealthand 
            Rest well! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)
            An intro, here please ~\\

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal 　)
            misère's writing he was breifly doing on a notepad he had previously taken out was stopped in favor of checking on what ouverte was doing.  was he staring at him﹖﹖  hopefully his uniform wasn't disheveled,  he thought as he reached to brush off any invisible dust that was on his clothes〝  you're quiet ouverte,  did something catch your eye﹖ ＂

⋆  ouverte huffs as misère turns away, he himself also busying themself with their own work. but after a while he would find their gaze drifting as they work.. lavender hues watching misère's practiced movements with an indescribable expression. they rest his chin on his hand as he does so, gaze seeming almost.. fond (?)  ⋆

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal )
            the bartender in question only chuckled before patting the blond's shoulder and walked off〝  nothing,  was just asking ＂ he said while making his way back to his stationed spot behind the bartop.  he decided to go back to making a few practice drinks in order to try out the new recipes he was brainstorming about

ethan blinked.    he's not quite sure if he should take it as a praise or─┄   the latter.    it made him pause,   made him think about it for a few seconds..    [he was quite confused]. ⠀ “⠀man,   (...)   i'm hella confused whether you're complimenting me or just straight up being blunt about it cause,   what?⠀” ⠀ a chortle escapes from his lips. ⠀ “⠀but thanks,   i guess.⠀”
            
            *⠀⠀the silliest guy he is such a himbo 

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@stellaronhunt 　)
            〝  well if you want to keep that up,  try building up a tolerance to alcohol first ＂ misère suggested with an amused laugh.  he began making a few drinks after having received a small paper with their requested orders,  but still chose to talk to the other to pass time〝  and sure,  it may be dumb,  but there's something admirable about it y'know﹖  you still do it despite it making you look like a fool.  now that's something a lot of people wouldn't have the guts to do ＂
            
            ২ ♤  ethan is so silly hehe

honestly,   this bartender was so kind...   no,   too kind.   no one would as nonchalant or relaxed about cleaning up someone's...   vomit.    except for this man he supposes.   at least that was what ethan thinks.    ‘maybe angels do exist...‘  <──–his inner monologue.   he could honestly start bawling his eyes out. ⠀ “⠀more on the first one,  it can be a bit of both though.⠀” ⠀ he replies with a beam. ⠀ “⠀hehe i know,   it's kinda dumb..⠀”
            
            *⠀⠀hes so nice,,,   ethan wld appreciate it sm <33  

⌣̩̩̩̥̩͜⟢ ꠦꫂꯥ⠀　 ────　　　( 　@quatrdeal 　)
            〝  just because this is all a dream doesn't mean it doesn't hurt just as much to see you like this.  ended up getting yourself involved and had to pay the price.  you need to be more careful next time ouverte ＂