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[aff1uence]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :            a charity event . 𝐰𝐡𝐨 :                   finn  riggs  &  micah callaghan . @glimmcr

the  announcement  of  their  sobriety  on  instagram  a  few  weeks  prior ,  a  topic  he  had  never  previously  discussed ,  had  thrown  a  whole  new  kind  of  interest  his  way .  he  was  a  poster - boy  now ,  whether  he  liked  it  or  not .  his  agent  had  gotten  so  many  requests  for  him  to  speak  or  perform  at  charity  events  that  it  had  become  overwhelming .  he  could  not  possibly  do  them  all ,  nor  did  he  want  to .  being  sober  did  not  come  easy  to  him  yet – perhaps  it  never  would .  however ,  when  the  clinic  they'd  been  treated  at  reached  out ,  starting  a  new  programme  for  those  of  lower  income  like  he  had  been  ...  he  couldn't  say  no .  so  there  he  was ,  stepping  off  stage  after  performing  his  latest  few  hits  and  mingling  in  the  crowd  only  to  be  greeted  by  åç;a  very  familiar  face .  "  micah ,  hi.  i – i  didn't  think  you  were  involved  in  this  kinda  stuff .  "

[aff1uence]

most  days  ,  finn  spent  entirely  away  from  the  liquid  that  had  steadily  ruined  his  liver  and  his  life .  the  band  had  gone  teetotal ��with  him  ( or  at  least  around  him ) ,  he  avoided  most  events  where  he  knew  it  would  be  flowing  like  water .  the  world  knew  he  was  sober .  perhaps  it  was  why  this  sudden  incursion  had  fucked  with  his  mind  so  much .  "  i've  drank  much  worse  than  that ,  "  he  said  ,  attempt  to  diffuse  with  humour  falling  entirely  flat  as  their  chuckle  rang  hollow .  they  strode  over  to  her  and  placed  his  hand  on  hers .  he  couldn't  do  it  himself ,  but  he  had  to  be  involved ,  so  eyes  pleaded  with  her  to  take  the  lead .

Hazel  orbs  followed  his  line  of  sight  until  they  pinpointed  what  he  was  talking  about.  She  was  unable  to  keep  the  frown  from  taking  over  her  lips,  so  to  prevent  him  from  seeing  it  she  pressed  her  lips  into  a  thin  line  before  she  moved  gracefully  towards  the  offending  object.  “ I  got  it, ”  she  spoke  softly,  no  question  or  hesitation  in  her  voice  as  she  carefully  opened  the  expensive  liquor  and  tilted  it  towards  the  sink.  If  the  offending  object  was  the  issue,  Maggie  wouldn���t  hesitate  to  get  rid  of  it.  “ It’s  not  even  a  good  one.  Cheapskates  ,  I  tell  you. ”  It  was  a  deflection  with  humor,  something  to  try  and  ease  what  was  likely  troubling  him.  

[midnigxts]

closed starter feat. MICAH (@glimmcr)

" dude , i'm so bored , " the athlete admits , never being the one to sit around in one place too long . " we need to go out , find some entertainment , "

[daysdraem]

            brunette   is   far   from   drunk,   but   the   margaritas   she's   consumed   were   flowing   through   her   like   water.   she's   trying   to   catch   her   breath—   the   club   is   much   more   packed   than   she'd   planned   for,   but   that   didn't   stop   her   fun.   "   it's   a   little   past   2am!   why,   are   you   ready   to   call   it   quits?   "   smile   tugs   at   lips   while   turning   toward   other   woman.   "   come   on,   how   about   another   drink?   this   place   kinda   sucks,   but   the   more   alcohol   the   better!   "

“ How  late  is  it,  anyways? ”  She  wasn’t  sure  how  long  she  had  been  hanging  on  the  sidelines  of  this  club,  her  friends  she  had  come  with  had  vanished  into  the  crowd  ages  ago  and  she  was  latching  onto  the  first  friendly  face  she  saw.  “ Either  I  need  another  drink  or  to  call  it  a  night  at  this  point  –  I’m  falling  asleep  over  here. ”

[mrlondonboy]

Harry gave him a grin. "No, thank you. I do apricate the concern. Not a lot of people would bother to check. Everyone is busy inside" Harry gave a quick glance over to the on going party inside. He had been in crowds like these since he could remember. But sometimes he too had to step away to collect himself. "That is fair. We all have our limits. Well I don't mind if you stick around out here. I don't have any plans on going back just yet. Besides the overwhelming crowds, you enjoying tonight? I've always loved Versailles."

“ Just  checking  up,  being  a  Good  Samaritan  and  all  that, ”  Micah  bantered  back,  not  meaning  to  cause  any  offense  to  the  older  man.  It  was  his  protective  nature,  coming  out  regardless  of  who  he  was  speaking  to.  “ Me?  I  don’t  do  well  with  crowds.  Never  really  have.  After  a  while  I  felt  like  the  room  was  crushing  me  so  I  came  out  to  get  fresh  air  and  look  at  the  gardens.  Not  a  wild  answer  or  anything. ”

[aff1uence]

finn  heard  his  sponsor's  voice  in  his  head  as  the  anger  came  crashing  back  in  waves .  anger  is  easy .  forgiveness  is  difficult .  alcohol  is  simple .  staying  teetotal  is  hard .  the  decision  is  yours .  they'd  told  them  that  so  many  times ,  especially  those  first  few  weeks .  the  times  he'd  threatened  to  leave ,  the  time  he'd  walked  out  of  the  facility  bag  half - packed ,  before  returning  with  head  held  down  before  they'd  even  left  the  drive .  micah  could  not  remain  some  villain  in  finn's  brain  forever ,  there  were  too  many  memories  that  proved  the  opposite  – even  if  some  were  blurred  by  that  which  had  caused  their  rift  in  the  first  place .  "  it's  been  fuckin'  chaos ,  man ,  "  he  said  incredulously .  "  i  got  out  of  rehab  and  found  out  my  album  hit  #1  basically .  started  the  tour .  finished  the  tour  in  venues  i've  only  ever  fuckin'  dreamt  of .  "  he  ran  through  the  accomplishments  of  the  last  few  months ,  eyes  cast  down ,  their  snide  comment  still  making  him  feel  guilty .  "  oh ,  i  bought  a  house .  no  more  crashing  on  sofas  or  in  bushes .  "  his  voice  was  lower  for  the  last  few  words ,  his  previous  homelessness  something  micah  knew ,  but  which  was  not  widely  known .

He  deserved  the  jab,  that  much  Micah  was  quite  aware  of.  He  had  never  been  great  with  dealing  with  emotions,  much  less  the  ones  that  had  sent  his  best  friend  down  a  dangerous  path  that  he  couldn’t  follow.  Micah  believed  in  regime  and  self  control,  he  had  never  had  the  personality  to  abuse  anything  at  all.  Not  like  some  of  the  people  who  were  affected  by  it.  It  wasn’t  something  he  would  ever  truly  understand.  That's  what  pushed  him  away  from  Finn,  a  product  of  his  own  inability  to  have  empathy  for  his  problems  —  or  at  least  a  way  to  show  it.  “ Nah,  I  probably  deserve  that  and  more, ”  Micah  finally  relented,  taking  an  awkward  sip  of  his  water.  “ So,  uh,  how  have  you  been? ”  As  if  it  weren’t  an  obvious  question  that  this  gala  alone  could  explain.  

[aff1uence]

the  first  few  weeks  in  the  programme ,  finn  had  felt  little  other  than  anger .  at  his  parents ,  his  brother ,  those  he'd  let  down  and  those  who'd  abandoned  him .  the  rage  he'd  felt  towards  micah  had  been  all - consuming .  they  needed  someone  to  count  on  and  where  had  he  gone ?  he'd  left  when  it  became  too  hard .  as  he  sobered  up  and  did  more  work ,  the  anger  turned  inward .  the  guilt  of  letting  a  substance  get  between  them  and  those  he  cared  about ,  for  numbing  the  pain  of  losing  his  brother  with  alcohol  and  letting  it  consume  his  life .  he  would  probably  have  done  the  same .  seeing  micah  in  the  flesh ,  however ,  was  bringing  all  those  feelings  up  at  the  same  time  and  his  chest  felt  heavy .  "  guess  better  late  than  never ,  "  he  said ,  words  leaving  his  lips  before  he  could  think .  he  held  up  his  hand ,  immediate  regret  crossing  their  features .  "  sorry .  i  don't  mean  that .  i  ––  it's  good  to  see  you .  "

Being  present  at  this  event  is  not  something  Micah  would  typically  do.  In  fact,  he  despised  most  public  events.  Being  on  display  was  never  his  thing  –  often  hiding  when  his  grandparents  would  force  him  to  participate,  usually  after  Maiya  had  angered  them  to  the  point  of  not  asking  her.  But  the  moment  he  got  the  small  invite  and  saw  whose  name  was  going  to  perform,  he  had  to  go  and  see.  Oftentimes,  the  memories  of  Finn  haunted  him,  the  displeasure  in  himself  for  abandoning  one  of  the  two  people  who  meant  the  world  to  him  –  now  abandoning  the  second  not  long  after  –  he  needed  to  see  how  he  was  doing.  After  it  came  out  that  he  was  recently  sober,  Micah  felt  the  guilt  creeping  up  once  more.  In  all  the  times  he  imagined  how  this  night  may  go,  he  never  anticipated  Finn  finding  him  and  breaking  the  growing  silence  between  them.  “ Uh,  I’m  not  usually.  The  invite  said  you  were  playing  and  I  thought  you  may  need  moral  support…  even  if  you  didn’t  know  it  was  there. ”

[aff1uence]

"  i  need  you  to  help  me  pour  this  down  the  sink .  "  he'd  come  across  the  bottle  in  a  promo  pack  from  a  company  wishing  to  do  business  with  him .  it  had  been  next  to  his  kitchen  sink  for  days ,  untouched  but  tempting  him .

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹 ... @aff1uence

“ you  better  realize  how  much  I  care.  I  changed  out  of  my  sweatpants  and  everything  for  you.  Now  what’s  going  on? ”

[mrlondonboy]

He appreciated the concern. "I know I might not look like I can party still, but I hold out a bit longer." He just needed another drink to keep him going. "I've been going to events like this for years. The French just do it a little different. How about you? What made you step out in the gardens?"

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ... @mrlondonboy

" You sure you're doing alright? "

[collinsapsleyrp]

Collins eyes maintained their movement scanning the club silently as she watched Key’s interacting with someone, trying to place them in a professional manner. Were they an agent? Something in her intuition was telling her it was but she needed to be closer to be sure. “Hmm? Oh, it’s um…” Tapping her phone screen so the bright light hit her in the face abruptly. “One fifteen. I think maybe one more drink is in order, come on, we deserve to have some fun.” She grinned, hand slipping down to grab hold of Maggie’s hand so she could pull her towards the bar. @glimmcr

“ How  late  is  it,  anyways? ”  She  wasn’t  sure  how  long  she  had  been  hanging  on  the  sidelines  of  this  club,  her  friends  she  had  come  with  had  vanished  into  the  crowd  ages  ago  and  she  was  latching  onto  the  first  friendly  face  she  saw.  “ Either  I  need  another  drink  or  to  call  it  a  night  at  this  point  –  I’m  falling  asleep  over  here. ”