confiscated: (⇀ angelic lies)
Brooks Myers ([personal profile] confiscated) wrote in [personal profile] calloused 2019-05-06 06:18 am (UTC)

I'm not saying get wasted, just... maybe feel the good vibes. A gentle buzz? It's not always just... getting fucked up.

[He says this with an aptly timed reach back for the beer, tearing off another and holding it in his lap before he opens it. He can't be a hypocrite so he'll take this one slowly, letting his own buzz settle in like cotton around the back of his head; letting it take the tension out of his shoulders and keep his smile nice and easy on his face.]

But I get it. You have to be the guy who watches out for his pack. You've got to protect your - your people, your places. But if you ever want to try, I think I could figure out a way. That's all.

[It'd take some navigating; getting something from Kavinsky dreamed up without really letting on too much about the reason why. The person who happens to be the reason why. Tate takes another sip of beer, staring off into the woods before giving a soft little shrug. Maybe he should just drop it, for the reasons he's already covered.]

We're pack. So I'd watch your back if you ever wanted that break, 's all.

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