#( * ! teodosio

[hargrcaves]

–– in conversation with @hispaniae​ ; antony &&. teodosio

emboldened by the belief that alcohol could solve just as many problems as it created ( one crucial caveat: cheap booze not invited ), antony had hounded the pop-up bar until they’d made him a drink that could distill the highkey uncomfortable vibes out of any awkward situation. sure, fine. they’d gotten drunk and slept together that one time –– and sure, it was worse because teo was the one person he would usually call in this exact situation. and yeah, he knew that in the middle of that hazy, booze tinged moment, he’d probably been the first one to lean in –– but that was a conversation he was going to avoid for as long as he possibly could. so picking up the glass tumbler ( it better have been baccarat ) , antony collapsed into a seat next to teo. 

                     –––– “ had this made special for you, ” he began, his smile far too honeysuckle sweet considering the drink was basically expensive lighter fluid with a hint of fresh pyrenees raspberry. if it didn’t take the edge off of –– whatever this was, whatever this gnarled, tangled awkwardness happened to be, at least he’d get to see teo’s reaction. “ all the initiates have to drink one, i don’t make the rules. ”