nonscriptum: if you put a vegetable on there, so help me God (I'll have one meat lovers pizza please)
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withmeinparadise: (s231)

[personal profile] withmeinparadise 2020-09-15 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
so dont go for a swim, live a littl

hes an asshole
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[personal profile] withmeinparadise 2020-09-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
told it to tell you the cordinates

[ and hopefully they come through, the perfect list of directions that lead to Sam leaning against a wall near a vendor offering snaps in a variety of flavors. he's itching for a cigarette and trying to play it off like he isn't, clearly drunk without being at the point of needing help for it.

it's a festival, and this has been a long goddamn week. it is what it is. ]
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[personal profile] withmeinparadise 2020-09-18 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
So do you, little brother.

[ With a grin, lopsided as always.

It's definitely drunker than he'd let himself get at home. One thing about this place--in some ways, it's a hell of a lot safer than anywhere else they've lived since he was a kid. What're people on the street going to do, shake him down for cash? Nobody has cash. And if they're just in a mood to play "punch the drunk guy," he's confident he could still kick their asses. (Whether that's inebriated bravado or the truth remains, of course, to be seen.) ]


C'mon, I found the closest we're gonna get to good liquor around here.

[ There's more than one reason he might drunk-dial his only family and drag him out into a block party he seems determined to miss--but all of those can wait until Nathan's had some snaps. ]
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[personal profile] withmeinparadise 2020-09-23 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah--yeah, snaps. [ Like schnapps with no schuh. He's already waving Nathan along with him, weaving his way across a crowded street toward a vendor. He's got a preferred place now, even though it's just a little temporary bar. ] Some kinda Swedish thing. There's one you gotta try, tastes like Colombia.

[ When they get over, he orders two shots--doubles, live dangerously, little brother--and hands one to Nathan. It's not exactly the same as a bottle of AntioqueΓ±o, but the aniseed flavor floats through it like something out of Sam's dreams of home. ]

Salud.
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[personal profile] withmeinparadise 2020-09-29 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hey, all those expats had to go someplace. Fewer meatballs than he'd expected, but most of the food and drink's still been delicious.

He knocks his back--not the first of the day--and slaps Nathan on the back with a brilliant grin. ]


Whaddaya think?

[ There's a sort of expectation in his face, c'mon, it tastes like home. It tastes like the past, like a better time and place than this one. ]
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[personal profile] withmeinparadise 2020-10-06 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
See--

[ His face is one of naked delight, far brighter and less tempered than he ever is sober. ]

--loosen up a little, baby brother. It's a festival. We used to do this all the time, right? C'mon, let's get some of that creamed salmon.