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[sup][color=black][b]█  [sup]   [/sup]act one: way down we go[/b][/color][/sup][indent][sup][color=a9a9a9] p. johnson's 
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[/color][/sup][/indent][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/970459343667494932/unknown.png[/img][/center][sub][color=#2e2c2c]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sub][/cell][cell][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/824488408562794527/967592442486460476/unknown.png[/img][/center][indent][color=dcdcdc][sub]There was a slight comfort in having Hanna’s almost alluring presence there, she was just as lively with banter as always. If it weren’t for the fact he felt as though he was staring down a barrel of a loaded gun when Freya walked in he might have been able to impress his homecoming queen with his quick quips. She did in fact look good and made it look easy but she was just continuing her streak from High school plus a few extra zeros in her bank account with an endless array of sponsors to choose from in the form of skin care products. Of course this was all hypothetical and the assumption he was building up in his head of what her seemingly perfect life was made out to be. He chugged his first whiskey sour after fumbling around with his mouth looking for the tiny red cocktail straw. He probably looked like a horse grinding vegetation between his teeth, gums and all. Hopefully the spectacle Hanna was making with Connor was enough to sway away any searching eyes. 

The effects of the alcohol slowly but surely started to take root in his body, it didn’t help that he hadn’t eaten before coming here and after having his second and onto his third it was more than enough to start making his lips loose. [color=black][b]“Not nervous,”[/b][/color] he said clearing his throat [color=black][b]“I just didn’t realize who else was coming to this. I think I can fend off your old plastics, they’re probably tan bed burnt and through two marriages already. Buy me another drink and I just might have room to be your friend.”[/b][/color]

The truth is he was nervous, the ichor only served as a temporary remedy to his infliction. He had no clue what he was nervous about, he hadn’t thought about her in ages. Well that was a lie, there were random spots in the reel of time, but they were fleeting and of meetings you could hardly call memories. Plus he was a new man now, new clothes, new body, new him. Almost as if he was the assemblage of every lay persons New Years resolution. And it worked. He had pranced around the idea of tinder until his students made one for him during a barren lecture hall. He went on a few dates, some where he was absolutely abysmal in terms of depth and others, well, that lasted one night. It was good for his confidence, but hollow in the end. 

Meir did want to sit and catch up with Sara, he still felt the pangs of guilt that they mutually just vanished from each other’s lives. How he missed going over to her house to study or carpool and feeling welcomed into her family gatherings even though he was the only white boy there. A chuckle slipped out of his mouth from nostalgia. Yet, Freya was serving as an impasse to that. In his mind he gave himself a slight pep talk before he visibly shook his shoulders, [color=black][i][b]“I can do this”[/b][/i][/color] he repeatedly mentally…then bishop arrived and made his way to the booth and even Jack left the capsule behind and went to the booth, [i]et tu Jack[/i] he imagined her in roman garb after slapping him on the back, only missing a hidden stiletto. 

Since the booth had already taken the ensemble of Ritman’s alumni, Meir decided to keep his feet planted at the bar. [color=black][b]“Well I guess it’s just you two, me, and the capsule. What do you think is in here anyways? A broken acrylic nail from you Hanna and what? Your newspaper clippings and medals from literally every winter and summer sport you played Connor?”[/b][/color] He didn’t know if that was him or the whiskey talking, he was about to find out. 
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