InsaneJournal

Liam showed up at Firefly nearly a quarter hour before his appointed meeting time with Seven, though he wasn’t entirely sure if ‘meeting’ was an appropriate word to use for this get together. Things were still strange, unfamiliar and odd, and frankly, Liam felt more lost than he ever had before in his life. For all that he wrote about romance and the drama that could be encountered during a courtship, he was woefully out of practice himself. His last relationship had been with a girl back home, someone sweet and kind, a little on the plain side, but when it became clear that Liam had no intention of settling down and having the house and kids that she desired, they had parted ways amicably. That had been nearly five years ago, and since then, Liam had lived for two things. His mother, because family was always first in his world, and his writing. Little else had come into the picture for him to notice.

And then came Vegas. And along with Vegas, there came Seven. Liam wasn’t entirely sure what the man saw him in him, because Liam didn’t consider himself to be that extraordinary of a person, especially in the eyes of someone like Seven who lived in a world that was wholly different from Liam’s own. But no matter what Seven saw or didn’t see, they were meeting yet again for drinks and whatever else came with it. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the ‘whatever else’ that had Liam the most anxious; it was everything that led up to that point. Despite his nervousness, Liam had made very little effort to dress to impress that night. Dark jeans and a white v-neck made up the majority of his outfit, the light grey jacket overtop just enough to ward off the faint chill of the desert evenings. It was nothing fancy, just like Liam considered himself to be.

Pushing up the sleeves of his jacket, Liam gave a glance to his watch before settling back with his back pressed against the outer wall of Firefly, arms folding back over his chest as he watched for Seven.