Plot |
-meet before they become roommates, through other friends who were playing matchmaker
- Roommates, uni students
- acquaintances - best friends
- mutual pining
- slow burn
- doing couple-y things before they're together
- realization,, or jealousy cause a or b gets involved in another relationship??
- Angry confessions???
-I just want to rp some wholesome fluff tbh
Muse B having recently moved to the city to cut travel time, needed a place to stay that was close to his uni campus, and some people he had met in his classes apparently had just the place for him. Later that night, they dragged Muse B to a bar after telling him that the owner of the apartment happened to work here. When they arrived at the bar, there were police cars pulled up and people were being questioned, however the group was not stopped as they entered the bar, and made a bee line to the bartender who was holding a bag of ice to his face. The friends introduced the two of them after quelling their concerns, and Muse A agreed to take in Muse B once he heard his circumstances. Of course, just as their friends had planned they grew much closer, but much to their annoyance Muse A + B denied that they were dating at all whenever they were asked, somehow still thinking that the other didn't feel the same. Muse A starts to think the worse when he notices Muse B seems to be gaining the attention of a girl, and in retaliation Muse A tries to make Muse B jealous as well.
IC |
Nathan huffed as he left his apartment to go to work. It had been another long day of roommate hunting, with no successes. He had no clue why he couldn't just convince one his his friends to live with him. Well, that wasn't completely true. He knew that if one of them lived with him, he'd never hear the end of how he was single and he wouldn't be able to escape his friends trying to set him up with other guys. He would just have to try again tomorrow after class. He waited patiently for the elevator as he flicked through his messages. Ugh. His friends were at it again. He loved them dearly, but why couldn't they leave his love life alone? He rolled his eyes as he scrolled through the messages, talking about how they had apparently found 'the one'. The dark haired male was skeptical as he mindlessly entered the elevator, greeting the other person in there as he pressed the ground floor button. He put his phone away as he leaned back on the railing in the elevator, waiting for the tell tail 'ding' when he had arrived on his floor. It always felt like the longest wait of his life inside the small box, but eventually the doors opened to free him on the ground floor.
His phone buzzed in his pocket as he made his way through the emptying streets to the bar he worked at. He ignored the buzzing phone, and let out a long breath into the cold night air, watching as it plumed out in front of him. Stars were just starting to peek through the cloudy purple sky above. This was always his favorite time of day. He smiled to himself as he walked down the sidewalk, hoping tonight would be easy. The booming music from his workplace greeted his ears as he moved past the bouncer. The other bartender on duty looked relieved when he arrived. She filled Nate in on the customers there tonight. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so easy. He thought to himself, taking his place behind the counter as he was immediately greeted by long time customers and friends. For a while, the night was quiet and Nate was having fun, talking to old patrons during his brief breaks while he cleaned glasses and wiped the counter down. But, around the middle of his shift, a fight broke out. The details of how it started were blurry, as the bartender had not been paying that much attention, but when punches started being thrown, Nate had to step in as his co-worker called the authorities. He moved to pull one of the guys off, who was clearly drunk and yelling obscenities as he , and earned a hard smack to the face from the man. However, despite the bruises he was bound to have in the morning, with the help of some other patrons, Nate managed to separate the drunken man from his unconscious victim just in time for a couple of police cars to show up.
The police stuck around for a while, questioning eyewitnesses. They had questioned Nate for a while after he had slipped back behind the bar to grab a small bag of ice from the mini freezer under the counter. When they left him alone, he pressed the bag of ice to his face with a groan. He knew he was going to feel like sh*t in the morning. His co-worker rubbed his back sympathetically, offering to let him leave early after that fiasco. She then continued to point out Nate's mob of friends bee-lining to the bar where the bartender was resting on his elbows with the bag of ice sandwiched between his hands and face. His suspenders dangling uselessly by his legs. There was someone else with them as well, who he didn't know, but his friends seemed to know fairly well. he quirked an eyebrow as they stopped at the bar. "So, what are you guys doing here?" He sounded exhausted, but he was glad to see them. He stood straight as he put down the bag of ice for a while."Well, we were looking for you, but you didn't answer your phone, and you weren't at home so we figured you'd be here." One of his friends explained. "And it's a good thing we did, what happened this time?" He chuckled and assured his worried friends that he'd be fine, wincing as one of them grabbed his face to inspect it closer. He already had a black eye forming, and a small cut on his cheek. He probably had bruising to his abdomen too, but he wasn't worried. A helpful patron who had sat back down at the bar filled the group in on how Nate had stepped into the fight. The embarrassed bartender grumbled something about not wanting to deal with a murder in the bar since it would be bad for business.
It almost sounded like this wasn't the first time the young adult had broken up a fight. Nate listened to his friends scattered scoldings, knowing they didn't really mean it because they knew Nate too well. There was a brief pause, before Nathan asked about the new face. 'Who's this?" He asked, placing the bag of ice against his eye again.
