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ofwillicms:

“you’re too kind to me, my good sir. i’ll promise to get you home on two feet. maybe.” he smiled happily, already calling the bartender for more. “what’s your poison?” will asked, looking over at dimitri. he hardly saw the male out, but it was always nice when he did. 

"I’ll bet you will. This should be fun.” Dimitri was down for good time of any and all varieties. He was lucky to be alive and adored his work, but there had to be more. Even if more only lasted an evening. Propping both elbows atop the counter, Dimitri considered his options. “‘can’t go wrong with good ol’ tequila, right?”

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ofwillicms:

“another!” will yelled with glee, slamming the shot glass down with a big smile stretched across his face. he had finally finished a paper that took all his focus and had time to actually be out without the stress of studying or making sure he finished everything beforehand. he felt like he did back at university and honestly? he didn’t quite hate the feeling of being that college kid again. cheeks pinked with buzz, will leaned over to the person beside him with a grin, “do you want one? i’m buying cause i am in the best fucking mood ever.”

Thanks to Will, Jim and Kim’s was bit less sleepy for a Thursday night. Everyone had an excuse to drink, but a celebration of any sort worked for extra incentive. Dimitri participated, grateful, he was too tired to hit up a club but still longed for a distraction. Will was particularly adorable, grossly enthusiastic, an energy Burkov couldn’t help but be drawn too. “How could I say no to a face like that? I’ll even do shots with you.” He’d regret that tomorrow but reserved all consideration for then as well.

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Marshall: quiet, less crowded for sure. I know where to find the crowds here

Dimitri: The cemetery would be your safest bet, though in a way it is quite crowded.

Dimitri: But in all seriousness, the hill is a great spot to think and the local vinyl shop is great too. I'm partial to having a drink on a patio by the ocean myself.

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Marshall: Are there any nice places to go in this town? Still a little too new to know all the best places.

Dimitri: That depends on your definition of 'nice'

Dimitri: Quiet and less crowded or loud with lots of opportunities to socialize

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BookNook47: I'm looking to set up some play dates for Harper and Amari, my seven year old twins. They're good girls.

BookNook47: I thought about taking them out someplace, but they're not interested in the pizza/arcade place.

BookNook47: Maybe the fair? I dunno, anyone got ideas?

Dimitri: Why not enjoy the warm weather while it's still here? The beach and lake are wonderful.

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@algernon-riggs

Dressed to the nines Dimitri often liked to look his best, but that desire only doubled when the chance to attend Hynne arrived. With such good company too. Regardless of who paid for the meal or when, Burkov already felt quite spoiled. To exist in the walls of a fine dining restaurant that required reservation, well, the man was enjoying old comforts. Without stepping foot outside of Maple Bay. Amazing.

“Their cheese assortment is great, but can’t compare to the tray they serve at The Biltmore in Coral Gables--with honeycomb, too.” He still savored that trip, the tastes and smells, days spent poolside. Then Dimitri had a sobering thought, “But with the hurricanes. Oh god.”

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wish i were alive in 2000 BCE so i could have devoted my life to the moon goddess and die at the old age of 28

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balthazarbeckett:

“Well if it is, I haven’t gotten the memo. Do you know when the last time I got laid was?” Bal had to pause because honestly he didn’t even know. A year at least. “Aww shucks, are you hitting on me, sugar bear?” Batting his eyelashes he glanced around the bar and nodded to a man in the corner. “He’s nice and handsome, try him. Tips well too.” It couldn’t hurt. “Young again? How old are you? You can’t be much older than me….and I feel that. This week was a nightmare. What happened for you? Kids tie you to a chair or something?” Typical bartender action of him, trying to get the others talk about their problems as he boozed them up.

“I’m sure you get a lot of attention as the bartender--no attention you’d want though.” Dimitri countered, leaving Bal’s rhetorical question be. “I’m complimenting you.” Not much of a compliment since the men about tonight were extremely mindless, but... “But if you want good attention tonight you have mine.” Still needed some work with the pet names--he wasn’t a bear--the ones Bal came up with were still amusing enough to pass for now. “Hm.” Dimitri muttered while pointing his sharp gaze toward the man who was much too far away, “He should come over to me. I’m not supposed to do heavy lifting.” Once upon a time that was how these games played out anyway. He missed a lot of things, one of which was being pursued. “I’m 21.” Dimitri snickered. “The kids are wonderful. The job is a challenge. Does that make sense?” Unless a toddler all out bit him like that one time he wouldn’t blame clients for any wear and tear. Unless parents were being flat out ridiculous.

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“Kids have a knack for changing lives. It’s kind of annoying.” Dimitri joked with a sassy sneer. As if the fact truly bothered him. Upon the introduction, Burkov turned his attention solely on Gentry. “Great to meet you. Skateboarding... that’s thrilling. I’m Dimitri; run Paper Hearts Daycare. Always have a hand full.”

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“Yeah, I dunno… just the smell, that rank taste… I’ll drink broccoli in one of those Green Machine drinks, but eating it alone? I don’t know about that. I guess you’re right, maybe it’s gonna take my kiddo to get me to eat it,” he said with a smirk.

“I’m Gentry, by the way. Skate instructor at the skate park not far from here. You seem like you’re well practiced in telling people to eat their veggies, huh?”

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robin-french:

“God, you’re telling me.” Robin rolled his eyes. “I feel like I can barely get together with my friends for lunch. I wish life had a pause or slow down button, sometimes. Weddings are a good place to get family together but then there’s bound to be some sort of drama.” He went to more weddings than the average person due to friendly brides with invites to spare. “Tennis, wow! That’s really amazing! You must be very proud. The twins are great, beautiful little monsters, they are. They just started kindergarten! I might have got a little choked up on their first day. They wanted to wear matching outfits and everything - wonder when that fad will end.” He hated being one of those dads that gushed about his kids, but he had no self control. “They do, they’re so beautiful! I’m a fan of all the colors.”

Robin was so honest, it was impossible to keep a straight face around him. “Family can be ridiculous. How do you picture your wedding? You could always limit it to close friends--hell, one friend.” Such a question was awfully personal, but Dimitri wanted some more insight on Robin’s dreams and preferences. “I’m happy he chose tennis; no contact. I won’t have to deal with broken ribs or future brain damage like parents who raise jocks.” He boasted unapologetically. “Ugh, I’m sure, were they really clingy? It’s horrible when they don’t want you to go.“ Very heartbreaking. “I hope it never will for you.” He laughed, “Twins matching are so adorable. High school might be tough if they want to adopt their own identities, but that’s so far from now.. enjoy it.”

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daddyhgreen:

“I still don’t understand cocktail olives in martinis and I never will as long as I live,” Hunter said, still sneering as he pushed his as far as humanely possible away from his drink. “I dunno. A permanent sneer could build character,” he suggested. “Bette Davis had one.”

“To each his own.” Dimitri shrugged. It was a fair question, one Dimitri himself had never asked, but he was a fan of olives so it never put a damper on his drinking. “Some people are into that I suppose.”

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freshbeignetsdad:

“Your suggestion is noted,” Hathor said in a flat tone with an unwavering gaze. “If I may ask, what is wrong with the face the gods gave me?”

“Just a far warning.” Dimitri chuckled more, finding the deadpan amusing. “You stick to whatever you like best, hun.”

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yogahoserdad:

“It would be a shame if an unsightly face stuck on yours.”

“It would. Luckily, I only make attractive ones.”

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balthazarbeckett:

“Good, I’ll let her know you are moving in with us, I’m sure she will clear out my room for you.” Bal teased but also a bit worried that maybe she really would. Dimitri was handsome and his mother did have a soft spot for handsome men. “Mostly you are here harassing me, not that I don’t enjoy it since it does give me good conversation and eye candy.” The bartender paused and then smiled as if he realized something. “Eye candy, I’ll call you eye candy.” Or at least until a better one came to him. “You know I was teasing right? About the babysitter thing? The last thing I need is my eye candy to be pissed at me and stiff me on tips.”

“Lovely.” The old gold-digger mumbled with a smirk. He couldn’t help but wonder what sort of home they lived in. “Trust me, I don’t want to spend all my time on you, but you happen to be one of few men who can carry a decent conversation. I’m out looking for the next love of my life...” He drifted off while taking a glance around Jim and Kim’s, “or the next love of my night. ‘heard Jim and Kim’s was the best place of that?” Already buzzed, Dimitri flushed more and felt all the more tingly, “You’re making me feel young again, Bal.” He was hardly past his thirties but ex-models had one fear; age. After laying a harmless smack to the top of Beckett’s hand he refused the sort of apology, “Oh stop. That wasn’t anything serious and if it was there was nothing about the scenario that involved you. ‘sometimes a week feels longer than others.” There was nothing to really complain about, but besides love wasn’t whining another excuse to hit up the bar?

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balthazarbeckett:

“My mom would love to have you sleep on her couch. Be warned though, she will call you too skinny and try to fatten you up with Pad Thai and Gai Med Ma Moung. I hope you like spicy food.” Bal could see his mother standing over Dimitri forcing him to eat at least three plates and the thought made him chuckle. “Hey, you’re the one who picked this,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, though he knew how Dimitri felt. Instead of a snot rag, Bal provided booze. This was one of the reasons why he didn’t ask Dimitri to take Kadee too often. “Sweety, I haven’t been called that in over a year, I like it. You can be my,” The younger paused as he pursed his lips trying to think of a name for the his friend, “Sweet potato? Love muffin? Hunk of a man? I am now realizing how bad I am at pet names…”

“Someone’s gotta take care of me, might as well be your mom. Hm... I’ll have to taste it before digging a hole for myself.” Dimitri didn’t mind such challenges, innocent as they were. “I don’t babysit. Five to seven I’m off either taking care of my own kid and reacquainting myself with rest or I’m here harrassing you. So find yourself a nice high school girl who’s saving up for her prom dress.” He didn’t want any bad rumors spreading about the extent of his care. Bal coaxed a laugh from Burkov after listing the ridiculous names. “I like them all..” The man reassured, quite missing the sweet nothings. “but we will work on that.”

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balthazarbeckett:

“Dimi, Dimi, Dimi, that isn’t even my worse face. You should see me after day two of no shower, running only on coffee and unable to get my kid to stop screaming. Now that is my worst face.” Balthazar teased with a chuckle though most of it was truth. “Oh will we? Might make things difficult if I go out with my babysitter.” Pouring Dimitri his drink he slid it over to him. “Alright, you sold me. The two baddest bitches can go out and find us some eye candy….that’s what bad bitches do right?”

Dimitri had to laugh. He could almost picture it, almost, “I’d ask to kick it on your couch for the chance to witness such horror, but I’ve gotta be a responsible adult these days.” At least during daytime hours. “You asshole--I would never. Some of you dad’s really have a pair on you, ya know that? Like I’m a convenient slave always ready and willing with a snot rag in hand.” It was merely a joke, but... maybe Burkov was blowing a bit of steam. “See? You’re a natural, sweety.”