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[newtonskeeper]

While it was true that Aven was never the sort to mince words or let the elephant occupying any room go unnoticed. However Feyre had been certain that even if her pining had gone noticed it wasn’t something Aven would actually encourage. Feyre Leaned into the affection the other woman offered, her arms wrapping around the taller woman to cling to her in a way she only ever felt comfortable doing with the twins. There had even been an instance where Feyres own father teased that he himself had some jealousy for the way his only daughter would reach for the two Wolfram twins before even him. It was almost because physical affection didn’t come naturally to Feyre that she clung to every moment of closeness her brain would allow from the two. “I love you too. . .But you're my best friend. You are basically contractually obligated to say that.” She offered an affectionate smile before her gaze drifted to the two men talking at the bar. There it was again that warm fluttering accompanied by that longing ache that always seemed to make her sigh like a love sick cartoon character. One way or another Feyre was fairly certain of at least two things: "He doesn't see me like that. I'm not his type. And If he did- Well you’ve seen he has no issues getting after whatever or whoever he wants.” She swallowed back the flood of memories of midnights spent stewing over lingering jealousy, long lists of inadequacies and breathed a centering sigh before offering Aven the best smile she could muster. “Besides. I Am happy! I have my two best friends back in one City again. That is absolutely something worth being happy about.” Feyre brought her drink to her lips, taking a long numbing swallow of the concoction that Em affectionately named “Feyres Drink”. In all actuality It was just a boozy Shirly temple with extra grenadine and a whole bunch of cherries. Even given the fact it only took one to make her tipsy he always made them taste so good. Though if these were the conversations they would be having. . . maybe it was a two drink kind of night. “Positive.” Feyre just about snorted, Emmett felt more like a big brother to her. “No I absolutely have a type and he just doesn't fit the bill for me. You can keep your heroic Norse god-- I'm into brunettes.” Feyres eyes flicked to the men once more as she took another long drink and redirected her complete attention to Aven; Even resting her chin in her hands and elbows on the table for an added emphasis. “So this Hero in your book? What's his name? Does he put himself through school and open up several business so he can help take care of his sister and put her through school?”

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[newtonskeeper]

The moment Avens arms tucked protectively around Feyres shoulders the whole of her body began its full mutiny. it was like there was finally cover from the world and the tiny thread that was holding her together snapped and suddenly-- she was falling. Her stomach twisted and dropped as a full sob cracked her words as tears began streaking   “Aven- God I- I'm so- I'm such an idiot!” She broke, her weight shifting against her dear friend ,her arms moving to wrap around the other woman’s waist. Ferys face pressed into the safe cover of Avens chest. What had she done? She was never any good at gauging other people. She always was clinically oblivious to the thoughts and feelings of those around her but when it came to Aven and Theo she was usually able to tell exactly how they felt. Had she read that moment wrong? Was she just drunk enough that she had projected all her desires on his reactions? Was he drunk enough that he decided to entertain her pathetic pining till Aven stepped in? Then there was Aven. . .The way Feyre had acted and the rage she’d seen in her dear friends eyes stirred in her stomach in a way that tickled the back of her throat with a rising nausea. There was a very real possibility that she may have just unwittingly ruined this friendship by allowing herself to cross that particular boundary. The pair moved quickly into the back of a waiting cab and even there in the confines of the dark Feyre clung desperately to the Aven. “I'm sorry- I'm drunk. I get. . . stupid when I'm drunk. . .But I really outdid myself tonight.” 

If Aven could have murdered someone with a look, Theo would be dead where he stood. Her hands were shaking with suppressed rage as she grabbed her bag and moved away from the bar, saying a hurried goodbye to Emmett. She'd never come so close to hurling her drink at someone and not actually done it. The only thing that had stopped her was that her best friend was standing too close and probably would have gotten at least as much of it.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" she snarled, shoving Theo on her way by. Judging by the dazed and guilty look on his face, he knew exactly what the fuck was wrong with him. She had many, many more things to say to her brother, but if any of them came out right now, she was going to come completely unglued right there in front of god and everyone. That reckoning was coming for him, but not where Feyre and the rest of the world had to watch.

She'd wanted him to realize his feelings for Feyre. She had not wanted him to drunkenly seduce their childhood friend in public with, she was assuming, zero forethought or intention of follow-through. Some people could handle hookups with no strings attached, the Wolfram twins among them. It wouldn’t hurt Aven's feelings if her date snuck out before morning or never called. Feelings weren't a part of the equation in the first place. But Feyre wasn't one of those people. She didn't know how to play this game. Unfortunately, she was starting to think it was the only one Theo knew how to play.

That fury was shifting rapidly into concern as she approached her friend. If she knew Feyre, then she was positively mortified and probably heartbroken by what had just happened, as well as drunker than she usually let herself get. "Feyre, honey? I'm so sorry." She wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guilt mingling with her anger. If they’d both been sober, or even if Theo had been a slightly different kind of person, she wouldn't have interrupted that moment. Feyre deserved better than a drunken first kiss, but she might have been able to let that slide. But she knew her brother. His knee-jerk response to this when he sobered up would be to panic and run, and Feyre wouldn't just be heartbroken. She'd be annihilated. Her only regret was that she hadn't seen what was happening and stepped in sooner. "Let’s get a cab, okay? I'll take you home."

[newtonskeeper]

Ems playful blue gaze flicked over to where the two brunettes sat, a knowing smile on his lips as his turned back to the man in front of him. Emmett had never been a subtle man and he was well aware of this unfortunate detail. Luckily In this moment there was a way he could use it to his advantage. “Theo, Right?” He inquired with a maybe too friendly a grin, eyes flicking back to the two women before clearing his throat. “What can I get for you?” Feyre wasn't one for cursing but even this moment deserved a whapping ‘Ah crap.’ Theo and Aven had been so very dear to her for so long. At some points they were even necessity for her very survival. Given everything they did for her- everything they were for her. . .They both deserved the world. She never wanted to curate an environment where either of her dear friends felt uncomfortable because she unfortunately indulged so very deeply in the comfort and affection she found in Theo. It was selfish really. Selfish for her to hold so tightly to him when he clearly didn't want to be held on to. “SHHHH! Oh my god, Aven! Are you drunk?” Her words where a forced laugh of incredulity. “Of course I love Theo. I love you too. You guys mean the world to me. Im just- I'm really happy he’s home.”  

Perfectly excited, Maybe if teaching didn't work for then perhaps shed try her hand at acting. Now that shed evaded Avens  painfully direct attention it was time to divert it.  “So you and Emmett have been pretty chummy lately. He talks about you a lot.” Feryre returned Avens smile with a grin of her own. “He’s kind of cute, right?”

There was a slow arch to her eyebrow, and she looked at Emmett where he was stationed behind the bar with an expression that said see what I put up with? For twenty years. She'd been watching her two favorite idiots be cluelessly in love with each for more than half her life. 

The only surprising part was that she hadn’t said something sooner. Aven could usually be counted on to be direct and to call it as she saw it-- kindly, of course, unless she'd been pushed past the point of kindness. Her brother was an established idiot though, and she'd never wanted to give Feyre false hope that he might actually see what was in front of him and settle down. Things were different now. Theo's job would keep him in the city for a year. It was maybe the longest consecutive time since they'd all been in high school. A lot could change.

She could read Feyre's expression like a favorite novel and knew she'd hit the mark, but she also knew if she pushed too hard, she'd unravel. The Wolfram twins had long ago decided, more or less in tandem as was their way, that Feyre was someone they protected. It went against every instinct she had to push her best friend, even if pushing might be good for them both in the long run.

She wanted to at least put the idea out there, in case Feyre ever did want to talk about it. Given the matchmaking scheming she'd been doing with Emmett, that was likely in the near future. Knowing that Aven already knew could only help. It was a calculated risk that one more direct comment wasn't too far over the line. "So you're definitely not in love with my brother then." She said it like she was clarifying something, and she absolutely was, a playful edge to her smile, her voice pitched low enough that there was no chance of anyone overhearing them. Feyre wasn't made for lying, so this should be interesting.