Who: Stephen Cornfoot and Kevin Entwhsitle Where: The Maiden Head When: EARLY DATED for Monday evening What: Hello Kevin, my old friend... Rating | Status: Language...so much language. | Abandoned
Steve was a lot of things. And Steve was well aware that he was also a lot to deal with sometimes. But the fact of the matter was once someone could get past the energy, the crazy ideas, the rambling, the monologues that came from the rambling, and the language that he used, they would find someone who was loyal to the core. Someone who would break his back helping out someone that needed his help. It wasn't even a sudden thing with him either. People often forgot about some of the things he did as a teenager simply because while they hadn't been exactly quieter they were just over shadowed by the stupid things he said or did. Or things he did on the pitch, which was often over shadowed by the things that other people did on the pitch too. Steve wasn't even really that upset by it, he was a middle child so he was just used to it. And now as an adult in a really fucked up situation, he really didn't need to see a need to change. Just keep being the same loud self that he always was, that way people didn't pay attention to the other stuff he did. Because while Steve did not give a flying fuck about what 98% of the population thought of him, he also was aware that things could be dangerous too.
He tried to keep his nose out of trouble best he could. Serious trouble, that was. He could be just as aggressive on the pitch as any of his teammates, the difference was, Steve could turn it off once he exited the locker room. Not to mention, it wasn't exactly a secret who his closest friends were, and Steve was very aware that it would be easier to harm them than himself. Steve had been gutted when he thought Kevin was dead, he had spent two years almost silent barely doing his job, and doing enough to function. He wasn't proud of it, and he had to lean on a few people in order to get into a better place, but he was starting to get the hang of it once his best friend reappeared very much alive and very much not a doppelganger (He asked. He poked. He HUGGED his freakishly long legs like when they were teenagers). People thought he was mental, and maybe he was. But he also came to a profound realization about how short life was and how he needed to enjoy it. And celebrate his friends, and help them through, what he hoped, was going to be the worst parts of their lives.
Which is why he was entering the Maiden Head on a Monday. It had been a while since he had been able to get here and he had presents for his best friend. For once, he didn't leave a punny name for himself when he booked Kevin (usually it was a heads up that he'd be able to relax for a little while), no, he was going to make this a surprise. Poor guy had a lot on his plate lately and he wanted to help. That and he had a really nice present for him. One that he knew the other man would love and probably be able to share with other people if he wanted. The man was a bit of a hoarder after all. So, Steve made his way up to the appointed room and waited. As he heard the tell tale signs of footsteps outside the door he slid out of one the books out from the messenger bag and held it out in front of him after the door opened.
"Good evening! You simply won't believe how much this book will change you life, Kev!" he greeted his best friend with all of the enthusiasm of a hippogryff on coke. "SURPRISE!" he waved his hands around in jazz-hands fashion along with the ridiculously shitty self-help book he had found yesterday. It was so bad, he thought Kevin would actually get a laugh out of it rather than take it seriously.