[WB] Who: Joelle and Ferran What: It's been a long week of dealing with teenagers and adult beverages are needed When: Saturday, October 19, 2013; started 8pm-ish, currently around 11pm Where: Joelle's apartment Rating: D for Drunk (language warning too) Status: Closed/Incomplete
Dutifully, Ferran brought cookies with him to Joelle's apartment. There were Oreo and Chips Ahoy! and some kind of store brand brownie madness with chocolate chunks in them. Hopefully they would appease his friend. He was looking forward to relaxing and boozing. It had been a long week, a really long week. On top of his normal duties, Ferran had an awkward run-in with his best friend's ex, a long chat with a girl he suspected to be his niece (with NO clue how to broach THAT topic), a mission to rescue a student, and Nikolai... Not that Nikolai was ever a problem, except when he was painting on Ferran's back in a way that led to too many thoughts Ferran shouldn't still have about his friend.
Bit by bit, his week melted away with each drink. Some 90s atrocity played on the TV, but the pair paid no mind as they vented about their respective weeks. As Joelle told him about a bouncer she met ("met" being the polite way to put it), Ferran received a text message. Usually, he didn't bother with his phone while in the middle of a conversation with someone, that was rude. However, without looking, he intuitively knew who it was from and compulsively reached for the phone. A grin spread across his face as he read the message. Realizing Jo was sitting across from him, he apologized. "Sorry, I jus'... gotta reply."