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[sub]An [@Ejected] and [@Lionhearted] Collaboration[/sub]
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Makyla had only just found the unopened package of red solo cups when a familiar sounding voice suddenly pierced through the air behind her; the young woman quickly spun around on her heel, bottle of liquor in one hand and a plastic cup in the other, to spot the dimpled grin that belonged to none other than Felix Brooks. Kyla momentarily found herself taking in the attributes of the man she'd known since her very first year of college: from his symmetrical, chiseled facial features and bright hazel eyes, all the way down to the skinny jeans he wore which accentuated the muscularity of his thighs. She wasn't very subtle about it either, taking great pleasure in returning his flirtatious energy. Makyla could see with her own two eyes that Felix was incredibly good-looking, and she could also tell that he knew it. [color=#7A2528][b]"Well, well... look who's decided to grace us with his presence, tonight. The workaholic himself,"[/b][/color] Kyla said, flashing him a playful grin. [color=#7A2528][b]"And, this? Oh, it's just a bottle of bourbon I fished out of the back of my liquor cabinet. Figured I'd share a little bit with all of my [i]lovely[/i] neighbors."[/b][/color]

[color=BE4900]“Hey now,”[/color] Felix began, but became lost in his tracks. A sudden inhale of surprise interrupted his carefully crafted retort, taken by her beauty as she turned to face him, evidently eying him, but without care of being caught doing so. His expression fell, not from loss, nor change, of his feelings, but rather from his increasing focus on her—Makyla Jones. It was astonishing to him that in one single movement could Kyla hold much of her personality within: her confidence, her charisma, and also her callousness. Felix’s dimple reappeared after shaking his head from thought, his lips stretching into a smirk, going back to her teasing comment, [color=BE4900]“I’m a busy guy, what can I say?”[/color] He lifted his arms into a shrugging defense before moving closer to the table to stand beside her, leaning in to whisper, [color=BE4900]“I’m pretty sure I saw you there, and I’m sorry I had to reject your request—I don’t normally do private gigs.”[/color] He ended his remark with a wink, patently joking about her appearance at the club. Felix picked up a solo cup, motioning with his forefinger in a demand for her to share, [color=BE4900]“Well, shit. I’m glad you remembered that [i]this[/i] lovely neighbor, the loveliest in fact, is a whiskey guy. You know me so well.”[/color] He held the cup out in front of her, awaiting for it to be filled, his smile still apparent.

An involuntary shudder ran through Kyla's frame as Felix whispered in her ear; she simply brushed it off, being careful to maintain her calm and collected demeanor. In swift motions, Kyla then unscrewed the cap of the glass and began to pour a bit of the dark liquid into Felix's cup, a smirk making its way to her lips. Makyla had known for some time now about what Felix did when he wasn't busy with schoolwork or holed up in his apartment. In fact, Makyla had visited the strip club several times; she'd even been there recently with a couple of her girlfriends from the university. [color=#7A2528][b]"See, why couldn't you just make an exception for little old me?"[/b][/color] She asked jokingly before re-positioning the bottle over her own cup. [color=#7A2528][b]"That's cold, dude."[/b][/color] 

Without hesitation, Felix sipped the liquor as soon as Kyla finished pouring, yet his gaze remained on her, watching her brown eyes dart back and forth synchronously with her controlled movements. Brown eyes were typically considered the most boring eye color, but Felix could’ve swore that Kyla’s were different. Perhaps it was just the glow from the golden rays of the sun that made them glisten fervorously, but the fire in her eyes was, undeniably, easy to depict. He broke his stare, leaning against the table, one hand holding his solo cup and the other placed in his pocket, adopting a nonchalant stance. Felix looked unto the horizon, [color=BE4900]“Well, maybe I could. Just for you.”[/color] He glanced at her for however long it took to give her a quick, sly wink and skirted his eyes back towards the horizon. Felix, apprehensive about the topic of his job, changed the subject, [color=BE4900]“I didn’t know Redwoods housed models like you. Let me know if you need help opening your window.”[/color] The joke stirred a cheerful grin, followed by his low chuckle, [color=BE4900]“But in all seriousness, it’s pretty cool that we’re neighbours. Let me know if you do need anything.”[/color]

[color=#7A2528][b]"Knowing me, I just might take you up on that at some point in the near future,"[/b][/color] Kyla said with a chuckle before draining the contents of her cup in a few large gulps. The streak of fire that the liquor burned down her throat was a welcome sensation. She tossed her cup into a nearby trashcan following this, deciding that she'd better hold off on drinking any more until the party actually got started. [color=#7A2528][b]"But for now, I'm gonna go see if Ritz needs any help over there. I feel a little [i]bad[/i] for not helping set things up."[/b][/color] As Kyla spoke, she began to strut away from the man; she paused momentarily after taking a few steps, however, to say one last thing in his direction. [color=#7A2528][b]"Save some whiskey for the rest of the tenants, yeah?"[/b][/color]

Felix didn’t know how to take her reply, so he simply gave a light chuckle and a shake of his head. He swished the contents of his cup, following suit with Kyla in gulping the rest down, and unlike Kyla, Felix winced in response to the burning sensation, humored that Kyla probably handles her alcohol far better than he does. As she pranced off, her steps seemingly placed strategically to provide a subtly apparent seduction over Felix, he gave a simple gesture as a reply: raising his solo cup in the air and giving a soft smile. [color=BE4900][i]“Save some whiskey for—,”[/i][/color] he playfully scoffed under his breath as he turned towards the table to begin filling his solo cup with more whiskey. The way Kyla withdrew herself from the conversation left Felix with mixed thoughts, wondering if her added statements were a way of keeping him away—Felix began to think that he was starting to annoy her. He would’ve followed her to see if his help was needed, and also to see Ritz since he hadn’t seen him all day, but instead he would make his way towards the edge to get a little bit closer to the setting sun. Felix didn’t dwell on the thought.

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