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[unlawful]

TEXT / VOICE / VIDEO / ACTION NOTE: felix generally responds to everything in text, even voice or video calls. expect 90% of his replies to be text-based regardless of urgency.

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text; un: holloway

[braveoff]

[ shortly after felix posts this, he gets a separate text ]

I've got a bottle with your name on it, but you have to come and get it.

[unlawful]

( oh boy. in all fairness, he did ask, but this feels like cheating. )

sth you already had on hand, or did you keep it in reserve for moments like this?
in case of felix-related emergencies break glass and pour him a stiff one

( his mortal weakness. )

how's it going, drake? you running interference or did you just miss me?

[braveoff]

It's not the exact bottle I got specifically for you, but it is the same one. Which does that make it?

This is for me, though I did make sure he saw your post too.

[unlawful]

( oh, delightful. )

i think it makes it a particularly unwise idea under normal circumstances
which is a wild statement coming from me
top 10 things i never thought i'd say

[braveoff]

Unwise for which one of us?
I've already gotten all the warnings, so don't worry about me.
Not that you would, right?

[unlawful]

you're the one valiantly ignoring the warning label for god only knows what reason
so you
it's always gonna be you

[braveoff]

Then I'm not sure why you aren't already on your way over.
You've made it clear plenty of times that you don't care about me.

[unlawful]

bc i just got here, holloway
i'm reacclimating to not being fucking dead

( hence why he needs the liquor asap. )

i'll come over
only for the bottle tho

[braveoff]

That's an experience I can relate to.

Just for the booze, then.

[unlawful]

p sure i've already broken someone's nose
or jaw
i can't rly remember

( he just knows his knuckles are fucked up, little telltale blood-crusted breadcrumbs that only lead to one logical explanation. someone somewhere out there is nursing some kind of injury. )

you still crashing in the same building?

[braveoff]

So either I shouldn't give you any alcohol, or so much that you won't be able to fuck anyone else up. Got it.

Same place. Different reasons.

[unlawful]

you're kinda damned if you do, damned if you don't
i can 100% fuck ppl up even while totally trashed
the perks of being a high-functioning alcoholic means i'm a very limber drunk

don't worry i won't trash your apt

[braveoff]

I don't doubt it.
Might as well improve your mood, then.

Door's open, be nice to Sable.

[unlawful]

( felix would argue that he's not that very specific breed of animal-abusing psychopath, but that seems like it'd be against his best interests when it comes to drake. let him think what he wants. the worse the better.

fortuitously, he was already nearby when drake texted him, skulking around wash's apartment in an attempt to retrieve his small armament of weapons he knows he inherited when he left. wash maximized his security in the time felix was gone, and picking his lock proves to be a wholly unsuccessful endeavor. but drake's timing means felix's trek to ephemera and drake's apartment is a relatively quick one, only eleven floors up from his current position.

he clips the door shut with a kick of his heel behind him, ignoring the creeping sense of wrongness that washes over him as he stands motionless in the threshold of drake's apartment. it's stupid. irrational. not like it's the first time he's been here.

that might make it worse, knowing what happened the last time he was —

don't. )

Knock knock, Holloway.

( his mother, while often insane and liquor-fueled delusional, drilled good manners into felix's brain from a painfully young age. he kneels on the entryway rug and nimbly unlaces his boots as he waits for drake's response, warily eyeing the empty corridor. )

[braveoff]

[ Nobody Drake likes calls him Holloway. Which means maybe he shouldn't bother correcting Felix again, so he notes the instinct and files it away. 'Like' is indeed a strong word for whatever's going on here, but there's... something. Something that has him glad the little shit is back, and that he actually swung by.

Sable runs towards the apartment door at the sound of a visitor, having never met a guest she didn't love, and Drake follows at a more leisurely pace. He steps into view looking pretty much like Felix will remember; his hair a little longer, his skin a little tanner, but otherwise the same. It's hard to tell whether he's wearing a tank for Felix's benefit or just because of the summer heat, but his tattoos and muscular shoulders and arms are on full display.

Between the top and light pants he obviously doesn't have a weapon on him, and his expression is neutral but friendly as he watches their dog greet Felix. She's bigger than he'll remember but youthfully lanky, having grown into her paws and ears but still filling out. Time's passed. Things have changed. Like the fact that they've trained her, as she skids to a stop in front of Felix with her tail wagging furiously, waiting for attention. ]

Hey. Rocks or neat?