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“Well what should we start with?”

‘“Everything. All of it.”

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“I love having dogs. I co-owned them with someone but then she... yeah. Glad I got to keep both of them, though. Makes it feel less lonely when my sister’s out,” he nodded, looking up at her when she moved to sit on the couch. Jace was a little disappointed at how far she was, but then she moved to sit next to him and he smirked to himself. Letting her take the bottle, he looked over as she spoke, shaking his head. “Is that so?” He teased lightly, watching her drink from the bottle. “Do you want something to chase that with or anything?”

Mia followed his path, not be able to let her eyes and mind wander places she’d never admit to him they admit she looked out loud. With a smirk plastered on her face, she followed him inside. She had a look at the slightly messy house, admiring how similar it was to the scene of her room at the moment. Taking a moment to smile at the dog that looked back at her, she grinned. “He’s cute. I wanted a dog, but we were always more of a cat family.” Mia turned to him with a smirk before letting out a purr with a laugh. Taking a seat across from him on the opposite couch, she sat for a moment her eyes not leaving him. Deciding it was boring to be so far away from him, she got up and walked over to the couch he sat on before she took a seat right beside him, leaving over towards him to grab the bottle. “I came over here for the alcohol, not you,” she lied through a smirk, opening the bottle and taking a sip right from the top.

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Jace let out a laugh as they walked passed the bouncer and he looked around at all the people inside. He followed closely behind Eden towards the bar, resting his forearm on it when they got there. “What do you want to drink?”

She grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, trying to look serious and authoritative. It worked, the bouncer asking nothing of ID’s as they made their way inside. “Bless North End,” she muttered under her breath as they made their way inside, eyes going towards the bar, nothing but alcohol on her mind.

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To each their own. I’ll drink my vodka and whisky over here. So what brings you out tonight? Boredom?

Dude, it doesn’t taste terrible. Salt and a citron and I’m in heaven. But you’re right, it leaves more for me. And you can resume drinking whatever you want.

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I hate it because it tastes terrible. Sometimes I’ll drink tequila if I’m desperate but usually by that point I’m drunk enough not to taste it. Leaves more for you to drink, then.

You hate tequila? How come? Got a bad night because of it? I know plenty of people hate it, but there’s plenty of me  to love it.

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I started freelance. I don’t know, I moved here when I was 18 because it was all I could afford. I was just doing my thing and people started noticing, but my life’s so intertwined with Lanford now that I can’t leave, you know? Everyone I care about is here, so leaving would make no sense.

I have probably nearly burned my house down about a million times due to bug fear so I completely understand. Oo, Prada. Very nice. So you’re a high profile photographer and you’re here in Lanford, no offense to my hometown but isn’t that a little boring for you? I miss living in the bigger cities myself.. 

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Jace leaned on the magazine rack, smiling over at Bailey. “I should write a list of things I need to bring places because sometimes I forget the stupidest things that I could have had if I just stopped and thought about it for two seconds.”

Bailey smiled and nudged him to stand ahead of him in the line, “I like feeling prepared. I’m a double checker. Never leave things up to fate and luck and chance.”

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Tequila sounds great. I personally hate it, but to each their own.

How about a round of tequila? That’s a girl’s best friend after all.

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t; I didn't mean to make you cry! I just wanted to make you feel better! You're getting tons of hugs and kisses when I see you, mister. No excuses. I miss you more.

t; I’m so lucky to have you in my life Allie bear, sooo insanely lucky! I’ll be sure to bring you back tons of souvenirs even if Boston is pretty boring. Goodnight

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t; I don't know what's going on but I just want you to know that I think you're great. Special, even. Tacky, I know. I'm not good at this, but you deserve more than what you're going through. It kind of hurts to see you the way I did because I wanted to say more. Or at least do more. I care about you. More than you think. I feel very strongly about that and I just want you to know that in my eyes you're perfect. No matter what, okay?

t; Thanks for making me cry before bed ;) I care about you so much, too, Allie, and I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m sorry things got shaky but I can’t wait to see you again. I miss you

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t; Okay! :) You have a goodnight, J. Can I tell you something really quick, though?

t; Of course you can, what’s up?

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t; Liar, liar, pants on fire. Who's butt do I have to kick? ;)

t; No one’s, it’s fine. I have to sleep, though, I have a panel first thing in the morning. I’ll see you soon x

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t; Jace, are you okay? I know you said you'd rather talk in person, but I can't help but to think something's wrong. I miss you too... Over and over. But, are you okay?

t; I’m fine, don’t worry. I’ll be okay.

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t; Boston, huh? Look at you, you big shot. I'm very proud of you! Definitely, though. Can't wait to see you! - Also think you should know your shots are all over the studio now. My mom's in love with them.

t; God I miss you so much… Your mom’s the sweetest lady ever, too. I can’t wait to be back home and get back into a routine.

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t; Can I ask why you would be doing that? But, yes. You could see me whenever you want. Or I could see you... Doesn't matter to me. I'm sorry.

t; Long story, I’d rather tell you in person. I’m staying in Boston for a conference until the end of the month but I’ll see you in August? Don’t be sorry

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Jace passed the bottle to his other hand and nodded, looking around again as they approached his house. He fished the key from his pocket and unlocked the door, motioning for Mia to enter. His hand felt for the light switch, which illuminated the room in front of them. It was a little messy - a blanket half on the couch, the rest dangling on the floor, with a dog laying in the middle of the mess. The other was probably sleeping somewhere else in the house. “That’s Moe, not sure where Frank is,” he nodded towards the dog, shutting the door behind them. He moved towards the other couch, sitting down on it. “Make yourself at home.”

Him returning the smirk kept her motivated to continue this what was clearly inevitable hook up that was about to happen. Knowing that they probably wouldn’t even get half of the bottle down, she found herself a little guilty for making him waste his money. As they rounded the corner, she noticed his pace quickened, an obvious sign his house was near. Turning her gaze to him, she raised a brow. “So we’re close.” Not wanting to delay him any longer, she kept walking.

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t; You know, I wasn't sure if that was you I saw at the bar across DeMaggio's on Main... But, I thought I'd send you a text and tell you I miss you anyway.

t; Probably - I’ve been at the bar more than my own house lately. I miss you more than anything, can I see you soon?