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never in a million years did lysander think he’d find himself in this situation, standing in a crowded bar, flirting with mitchell holcomb. sure the other was attractive, but apart from that he left little to be desired. yet, lysander couldn’t help but feel drawn towards the taller male. it was infuriating, almost infuriating as his inability to grab his hat. cursing, he finished his drink, discarding the bottle on a table as he placed his hands on his hips. his three favorite things about mitchell. there were several ways this could play out, and if he were lucky his hat wouldn’t be the only thing he’d be getting. yet, it wasn’t in his nature to be nice. lysander took a deep breath, “well your accent is definitely the best thing about you,” he laughed, chewing the inside of his lip as he studied the other male, “i’ve also got to admire your persistence,” he continued, moving closer to the other male, “and i like how tall you are,” he finished, a small smile on his face as he placed a finger on the other’s chest. “now give me my hat.”

mitchell grinned as he looked down at the other male. he feigned offense when lysander told him that his best feature was his accent. southern accent thick as ever, he scoffed, “well, then maybe i’ll just have to find something else to get you to admire” a wink followed his statement. realizing his last sentence made no sense, mitchell laughed. it was honestly fairly common for the southerner to make no sense at all - especially when alcohol was in the mix. “wow, now that’s quite a nice list you’e got going there���care to continue?” he asked with a toothy grin. mitchell then felt the smaller male’s finger on his chest and he edged closer to him, “i think there’s only one way for you to get your hat back” mitchell suggested, “you’ve got to take it off yourself…up to you to find a way to do that” he smirked.

lysander knew he was being somewhat harsh, but to a certain extent he was always harsh. he knew better than to let his guard down, because once it was done it wouldn’t be going back up. and he’d been burned one too many times. he wanted to trust mitchell, to feel comfortable around him, and perhaps someday he would, but right now- it just wasn’t a possibility. so he settled for a smirk, arms loosely folded across his chest as he stared at the taller male. “no, but you’re more than welcome to return the favor,” he mused, a faint smile briefly appearing across his face as he maintained eye contact. he didn’t care what mitchell had to say about him, well, at least that’s what he told himself. secretly, lysander longed to know what mitchell truly thought about him. when he was presented with the other’s challenge, he couldn’t help but laugh- so that was how mitchell was going to play it. alright then, two could play that game. of course he could kick the other in the groin and snatch the hat while he was bent over in pain, but where was the fun in that. he had another idea. “fair enough. how about a dance?” he asked, a smile appearing across his face as he stepped towards the other male.

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mitchell eyed the other male with his signature cocky smirk as he kept the fedora atop his greasy hair. he knew lysander could never reach up to his height unless he had some sort of step stool and the mere thought of that made mitchell chuckle. “well, now he does” mitchell teased the librarian as he continued, “if you want your hat back you’re going to have to get it back the old fashioned way” mitchell continued to smirk. a laugh escaped his lips as he challenged the other, “finish your beer and say your favorite three things about me and the hat is all yours, indiana jones” mitchell grinned. he was eager to see if the change in setting would factor into how lysander would respond to his teasing.

never in a million years did lysander think he’d find himself in this situation, standing in a crowded bar, flirting with mitchell holcomb. sure the other was attractive, but apart from that he left little to be desired. yet, lysander couldn’t help but feel drawn towards the taller male. it was infuriating, almost infuriating as his inability to grab his hat. cursing, he finished his drink, discarding the bottle on a table as he placed his hands on his hips. his three favorite things about mitchell. there were several ways this could play out, and if he were lucky his hat wouldn’t be the only thing he’d be getting. yet, it wasn’t in his nature to be nice. lysander took a deep breath, “well your accent is definitely the best thing about you,” he laughed, chewing the inside of his lip as he studied the other male, “i’ve also got to admire your persistence,” he continued, moving closer to the other male, “and i like how tall you are,” he finished, a small smile on his face as he placed a finger on the other’s chest. “now give me my hat.”

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“is that my sweater?” lysander wasted no time jumping to the point, just itching for a fight. he knew the sweater was his, he also knew that he had lent it to elias. but that had been during one of their “on” periods, and when their relationship had come to blows the sweater was forgotten. but standing there, seeing elias wearing the sweater, a wave of anger came over the male. “don’t bother lying,” he added, eyes narrowing as he stepped towards the other male, “i’d like it back,” he continued. truth be told, lysander didn’t give a rats ass about the sweater or what elias did with it, he could donate it for all he cared. but he saw an opportunity to pick a fight and he couldn’t resist. @eeskew​

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“do you think it’s actually possible to die of boredom?” lysander posed his question, somewhat loudly as he rubbed his hand across his face. it was a common hyperbole, but it was times like this where he couldn’t help but wonder if it could be true. “i’m pretty sure i’m going to become the first documented case,” he continued, allowing a small laugh to escape his lips as he turned to face his companion. “i actually considered going to a club meeting  earlier,” he added, a sense of urgency in his tone as he locked eyes with jacky, “help me.” @jxckyfitz​

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mitchell scanned his mind to try and put together who lysander was dressed up as. he stroked his chin as he looked the shorter male over, “hm” he thought out loud. then when lysander offered up a hint as a means of pointing mitchell in the right direction. “oh, it’s on the tip of my tongue” he said, almost excitedly as he could somewhat place the name of the other male’s costume. “indiana fuckin’ jones” he smirked as he put his hands on his hips, proud of the mental gymnastics he had just done to derive the answer. he smirked and swiped the hat from lysander’s head before putting it on his own, “much better, now i can see the handsome face of indiana jones” he flirted shamelessly. “do you know what i am?” he asked in a joking tone of voice, “besides attractive and jaw-dropping?” mitchell questioned.

lysander couldn’t help but eye the other male as he took another sip of his drink, patiently awaiting an answer to his question. the last time he’d asked mitchell a question the other had made a poor attempt to dodge it, and he was half expecting the same thing to happen now. however, he was pleasantly surprised when the other was able to correctly identify his costume. mitchell wasn’t a complete idiot after all, lowering his beer, he couldn’t help but smile as he moved closer to the other male. “correct,”he responded, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt the other snatch his hat. “oh come on! we both know danny zuko doesn’t wear a fedora,” he responded, stepping forward to make a feeble attempt to snatch the hat.

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mitchell looked down at the shorter male and smiled a dumb smile. usually he would try to hide the fact that his interest was piqued whenever he was around the other, but right now he lacked the proper inhibition to do so. when the other bantered back at him, he laughed, “fair enough. i never said i could afford the time away though” mitchell admitted, taking a sip from what was definitely not his first, second or third drink of the evening. he looked down at the other and raised a brow, “so what costume are we going for here?” he asked, his eyes taking this as the perfect opportunity to glaze over the shorter male’s body.

lysander couldn’t help but laugh, a faint, barely noticeable smile spreading across his face as he took another sip of beer. with every sip of alcohol, he felt his cold exterior breaking away, and before long his guard would be completely down. “really? you don’t recognize me?” he responded, eyebrows furrowing together as he cast a glance at mitchell. lysander couldn’t help but wonder if he was making a serious mistake- first mitchell had failed to name holden caulfield, and now he was unable to recognize a fairly good indiana jones costume. though, perhaps, it could be attributed to the copious amounts of alcohol the other had clearly consumed. “let me give you a hint,” he teased, his smile growing wider as he lifted his head to look at mitchell, “professor of archaeology, expert on the occult, and how does one say it… obtainer of rare antiquities.”

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mitchell was a sucker for bar crawls and tonight was certainly no exception. truthfully he had been at this one bar for perhaps a bit too long, having ordered at least a cumulative tab of $50 at this point. he was leaning up against the bar, surveying the crowd and making small talk when he saw someone familiar. of course it was the adorably grouchy librarian that he was admittedly crushing on. maybe it was more of a cat and mouse game or maybe it was more of the fact that mitchell rarely got rejected like this, but he just had to shoot his shot in a different environment. the pi tau brother dressed like danny zuko made his way through the crowd and smirked as he looked down at lysander, “fancy seeing you here” he grinned, “i didn’t think you were allowed to ever leave your post at the library…or god forbid have fun” he made a face.

it wasn’t that lysander was incapable of letting loose and having a good time, rather, he was just selective about when and where he had fun. and true, a bar wasn’t his normal jaunt, but there was something about watching his peers making fools of themselves while wearing ridiculous costumes that he couldn’t resist. so there he was, a craft beer bottle in his hand, a soft smile on his face as he fake an interest in a meaningless conversation. in reality, his attention was fixed on mitchell, it had been since he’d first laid eyes on the taller male. he was just working up the courage to approach, when he beat him too it. “that’s funny. i would’ve thought you couldn’t afford to take time away from your studies,” he responded, it wasn’t the best comeback, but it would hopefully do the trick. 

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