#threads:hasani

[muse-legion]

To shake off the remnants of domestic turmoil and yet another argument with his wife Cat, who’d still refused to accept the separation, Hasani decided to attend a high-profile event at Corrie’s lavish estate—an invitation that felt as much obligatory as opportunistic, since part of him couldn’t help recalling how they shared stolen glances and much more than that long ago.

As he navigated through the now empty rooms, Hasani pushed aside thoughts of Cat's persistent calls and heart-wrenching texts, pleading for reconciliation; today wasn’t about mending what was broken. Just when he was about to leave the scenario, once his job was done, he spotted Corrie across the room—a vision wrapped in elegance that seemed untouched by memories or obligations. His heart raced briefly before reason reasserted itself: this day was not meant for nostalgia or igniting past infatuations.

Her unexpected request for zipper help gave rise not only to a déjà-vu but sparked something within him—the heady rush reminiscent of younger days, when longing intersected possibility and he couldn’t help but smirk at her mischievously. „His loss… - my pleasure.“ Standing behind her, once he closed the distance between them, with slow, steady steps, calloused fingertips tugged on strands of her long hair to gently push them out of the way. Hasani opened the zipper carefully. The view of her locks, cascading over one shoulder, reminded him just how quickly nights could turn unpredictable or rekindle long-dormant sparks without prior warning; albeit harmlessly innocent assistance taken outside its typical context stirred different feelings deep inside him— but that was all there ever needed to be between them again... or was it not?

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: all ( 25+)  𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞: corrie dekker — resident unsatisfied trophy wife . 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: after a party in her home ; your muse has always had a crush on corrie, but she’s married . they could alredy have history , maybe even already slept together.. / her husbands sibling / neighbor / babysitter .   

           “ hey — could  you  be  a  dear  ? anthony  went  to  bed  and now   i'm apparently trapped in my own dress . . . ” a  two  thousand  dollar  dress  she  only  wore  for  him  to  begin  with  ,  and  he  never  even  acknowledged  it  once  . 

[muse-legion]

“That’s one way to put it.” Hasani couldn’t help but chuckle at Bea’s playful tease, reminiscing on their past encounters. "Well, I do what I can to keep up the charm," He mused, flashing a mischievous smile before he took a sip of his whiskey, feeling the warmth spread through him although something was telling him it wasn’t just the whiskey that caused this familiar reaction. "And thanks for the compliment on the beard. It’s been a bit of an experiment, but I’ve grown quite fond of it."

His eyes briefly caught her own, as he tried to behave himself. Bea just always knew how to enchant him without even trying. He leaned closer to her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "So, tell me, what’s the craziest thing you’ve done since we last saw each other?" He was genuinely curious about her adventures and the life she’d been living. As a flight attendant, she’d always had the best stories to tell and he’d missed hearing about her adventures. "To many more adventures," Hasani toasted, raising his glass towards hers, before he took a large sip again. His hand brushed against hers on the bar top, and the electricity was undeniable. "Do you remember the last time we were here?" he asked softly, wondering if she too had thought of him during their time apart.

"A lot a lot of you." she emphasised, before laughing at the memories. They had a lot of fun in their youth, catching up whenever she was in town after a flight, destressing together in more ways than one. She turned to the bartender when he advised what she wanted, ordering his drink and a vodka martini for herself.

"Oh, look at you all smooth talking. That never changes, does it? Always were able to charm the pants off me... Literally." Bea chuckled, leaning forwards onto the bar top. "Same goes for you, though. I'm loving this." She motioned around her jawline, referring to his facial hair. "It's rugged, looks good on you."

[muse-legion]

The jukebox blared an upbeat melody from decades past, resonating with laughter as other patrons danced and clapped along to its nostalgic tunes. He found it amusing how people could so easily get lost within the rhythm, completely forgetting reality in that moment. “I didn’t know that was still running. I used to love that song.” He chuckled, swaying a little to the beat.

“Sorry, I almost forgot you’re still at work. Wouldn’t want to get you in trouble but I can wait and the offer still stands once your shift is over.” Hasani winked at her teasingly, before he took his drink and followed her to the booth, where he made himself comfortable. “Remember when we hid in the utility room and waited until they closed, to have our own little private party in here?” A casual smirk tugged at the corners of his lips at the memories of their high school shenanigans. There was no doubt, those two were trouble and while they did have to face the consequences more times than not, he wouldn’t change a thing, even if he could.

Something flickered at the edge of Hasani's mind—a haunting curiosity that had grown since he’d last seen Cassie years ago. She seemed different now; there was depth in her gaze that hinted at experiences he longed to understand: what adventures had shaped her during their time apart? But he wasn’t going to push it. When Cassie’s playful inquiry twinkled in those same eyes he couldn't quite look away from—the ones tethered to unspoken memories—his heart tightened slightly at mention of a wedding band and he automatically rubbed his ring finger. He’d taken that thing off a while ago. “I wish… but unfortunately I’m still trying to get my ex to sign the divorce papers.” It wasn’t his favorite topic to talk about but there was no way he was going to hide the ugly truth from Cassie either.

Gently stepping around Hasani, Cassie took in a quick breath of air. While this was done to try and sort out her thoughts to properly explain her return, all Cassie got was the delicious scent of his cologne. It almost made her eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut to bask in the smell. But the sound of a patron putting coins in the jukebox and a small group of praising the song choice brought her back.

"I would love to," Cassie started as she began pouring his next drink. "But believe it or not, I'm a sober bartender. I'll still join you. My shift is almost done anyway." Once she placed the glass in front of her old friend, Cass beckoned for him to follow her to one of the booths toward the back.

As they settled in, Cassie gave him another once over, suddenly remembering all teh trouble they'd used to get in back in their high school days. "So, tell me, Hasani - what have you been getting yourself into lately?" If asked, Cassie would deny trying to avert the conversation away from her and her past. That information was not exactly her favorite thing to talk about. "I don't see a wedding band or a tan line. There's no way someone hasn't come and swooped you up yet."