an ensemble of 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗈 denim; alabaster shirt——— buttons, 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝘄𝗼, undone; and a pair of turquoise teashades upon bridge of his nose against a 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 sun. Palm, reposed upon wheel as alexander waited by the fountain in his convertible. he isn’t late, is he?

Can the girls get in, already? He’s 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 tonight.

Who invited the 𝐬 𝐢 𝐦 𝐩? Cue a grunt in 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗿—𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍? and an arm reposes over backrest and gaze ventures to the source of tap——— if Belle’s eager to canoodle with the fool, he’d be glad to drop them at hyatt on their way to the bar.

He is 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 sulking that 𝐬𝐡𝐞 could not make it tonight.

Himeros best be a darling and bring some 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬; he forget his at home.

Brunette with a 𝓫𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧——— unlike the brunet Belle seems to take a fancy for. Irrespective, the ignition is turned on and alexander is zooming towards to the bar; a single stop to squeeze in Himeros.

Eris and Himeros? He ships. He ships.

as soon as they arrive at the pub, he’s trawling the 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 toward the bar for a round of 𝓴 𝐚 𝐦 𝐢 𝐤 𝐚 𝐳 𝐞 shots. (S)he who chickens out, gets a dare that mustn’t remain 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾.

Did Himeros find 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 to gaze at?

tables, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽; digits, stretched to pinch her cheek. that flushed face? Chef’s kisses.

a̷n̷o̷t̷h̷e̷r̷ 𝖓 𝐨 𝐧 𝐞 to contest Illiana: confirmed.

He quite appreciates the enthusiasm and hopes Bella and Illiana can last the night. While he’s already making arrangements to tuck ambrosia in bed after round 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

He wants 𝐝 𝐢 𝐬 𝐚 𝐩 𝐩 𝐨 𝐢 𝐧 𝐭 𝐦 𝐞 𝐧 𝐭 if he thinks ( he ) is beating ‘xander at anything——— unless it’s simping.

the 𝗈 𝗇 𝖾 time she had 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 and he had to throw an elfin frame over broad shoulder, 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 stilettos in ( his ) hands, tuck her in and nurse her to health for seven days straight.