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harrythi​:

por mais que sempre tivesse algo para ler em sua casa, fazia um bom tempo que harry não lia alguma ficção. até lembrava de ter folheado um ou outro suspense policial nos últimos meses, mas nem lembrava direito do contexto do livro. andando pela livraria, tentava achar um que lhe chamasse a atenção, tendo intenções de conversar com um dos funcionários do lugar, mas ninguém parecia disponível. decidiu se arriscar, chamando a atenção da pessoa mais próxima de si. “ei… eu sei que esse não é o seu trabalho, mas você tem algum livro para me indicar? suspense policial, ficção científica, romance, qualquer coisa para passar o tempo… estou aceitando até uma leitura mais infantil, se quer saber. esse é o nível do meu desespero.”

Lucian levantou o olhar do que lia — ou melhor, folheava as páginas —, já com a resposta ‘eu não trabalho aqui’ pronta, mas travou as palavras antes que passasse vergonha. afinal, o moreno já tinha dito que queria uma indicação mesmo assim. Suspirou e olhou em volta rapidamente, para se certificar que estavam os dois sozinhos ali. Talvez o outro homem estivesse falando com outra pessoa... Mas não. Só o Hartell estava naquela seção. “Hm... Revistas de esporte?” Arriscou, indicando com o olhar a edição que estava em suas mãos. “Você devia perguntar a outra pessoa, eu sou o pior leitor possível. Os únicos que eu lia eram os da escola.”

thefirstmate‌:

      something had clearly happened. not that harry was even remotely aware of anything that could have possibly triggered this episode. he was hardly the person that was going to be a good influence on him, however. “moving on, eh?? alright, then, cheers. pretty sure i’d be willing tae drink tae ‘bout jus’ anything.” any excuse to have a drink, really. 

    “you’ll probably beat me this time,” he remarked as he brought the bottle down from his lips. he was already high but his heart felt like broken glass, he planned to drink until he felt nothing. “anyways --- ‘nough of the sappy bullshit. what’s up with you? any new pirate adventures going on?”

@thefirstmate // closed starter

    some could say it was sad that the first person salem wanted to go to was the very person that he should hate. but it was nobody’s fault but maybe his own that elva would never return his feelings. harry was a good guy underneath all his bad boy exterior and salem had little room to judge, anyways. “so uh -- cheers ! to --- moving on ! ” he chuckled, already high because he had smoked before going over to the pirate’s place.

thefirstmate‌:

    okay, so maybe harry had finally met someone that could actually drink more than he could. and that was saying something. he’d quickly lost count of just how many glasses had been thrown back over who knew how long. back pressed against the bed, harry let out a giggle, blinking as he tried to focus his vision. oh, yeah, he was drunk. “tha’ was… fun. didn’t think anyone could out drink me,” the first mate slurred.

      “told ya!” he exclaimed, finishing off his last drink before he collapsed beside the pirate. it was a major accomplishment in his book and he would take it for all that it was worth. “don’t uh forget in the mornin’ that ya owe me a bottle of rum,” he reminded with a cheeky grin, staring at the other male for a moment before latching onto his arm like it was teddy bear. “it was close though.”

thefirstmate‌:

     not quite the reaction harry had grown accustomed to in auradon. “aye, that would be right.” now the boy had his full attention. it wasn’t every day that someone actually challenged a pirate of all people to a drinking contest. “really think ye can drink a pirate under the table?? alright, i’ll bite. ye got a deal. an’ i’ll be looking forward tae ‘earing all o’ ‘bout halloween town.”

     the former ghost grinned when his offer was accepted. drinking against a pirate would certainly be a challenge but not one that salem couldn’t handle. “i think, never say never.” he chuckled, shaking his head excitedly. “sure. okay, so should we find a bar then?” or the skellington boy had plenty of alcohol at his place if the pirate rather do the contest in private.

thefirstmate‌:

    harry would have laughed at the idea of him being related to any of those prissy princesses if it wasn’t so offensive. “yeah – no. i ain’t related to any o’ them fairy tale losers. sorry tae disappoint an’ all. i’m a hook, not a prince.”

   “ hook --- pirate ! ” he exclaimed with an excited smile. “ that means ya know how to drink, yeah? wanna make a bet? if you can beat me in a drinking contest then --- i’ll tell you all about halloween town. if i beat you then --- ah, you owe me a bottle of the famed pirate rum i hear all about. deal? ”

     “dude, wait. can you actually talk to birds? because apparently that’s like a normal thing around if you’re a fairy tale princess or related to one.” leave it to salem to show no concern as to why a stranger was asking about his home town and instead begin a tangent on talking to birds.

      it wasn’t every day that the first mate came in contact with someone that came from halloween town. out of every place in auradon, that would be the very least hated place. seemed pretty interesting, at the very least. “so, a lil’ birdy told me ye come from halloween town. curious ‘ow that place really is. i’ve only ‘eard stories.”

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