exsomniis‌:

elliot wasn’t the biggest fan of events like these. to be honest, the best part of them was the free booze; well that and making wisecracks with joakim. “yeah, they must be the exception, gotta make sure someone talks about this later in the most fake grassroots way possible,” elliot says, a sharply dismissive look on his face as he glanced covertly toward the cluster of influencers that were far enough away that he didn’t have to lower his voice, but still a little too close for his comfort. “i should get my phone out and start snapping selfies.” he’d taken the dress code as an opportunity to wear a pair of horrifying strappy sandals he’d had in his closet for a while, though he was also tempted to kick them off all together and go barefoot, and insist that it was within theme. at joakim’s question, he gave a little half shrug as he tipped his drink up and roughly half of it disappeared down his throat. “clicked through the singles on their spotify, they’re not godawful but also they’re nothing we haven’t heard before,” he said, wiping his bottom lip with his wrist, and then made a face. “this is definitely the most godawful gin i’ve ever had, though.”

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blvirambrosio‌:

gingerly returning the paper in his hand back to blair’s pile, elliot shook his head with a laugh of disbelief. “i don’t think i’m being kind enough from the looks of it,” he said, surveying her piles and stealing a fry. “i don’t know how you do it, all of the...grading and organizing and writing on whiteboards and so forth.” elliot did in fact have the standard set of whiteboards in the band room, but he used them so infrequently that they currently held a staff with a segment of music he’d scrawled hastily to illustrate his point...and since then his students had turned the crescendo into an alligator and the quarter notes into catfish the alligator was snacking on.  he liked their teacher’s lounge meet ups, it was a good way to break up the work day, so it was nice spotting her here too, like part of their routine remained the same, even if they were off work today. “they’re too good for dad today, they wanted some extra time with their cousins, i think my sister was taking them to the park,” he said with an purposefully exaggerated roll of his eyes. though he immediately brightened up when he saw blair dip her fry, pointing happily at her with both hands. “isn’t that the best shit? nothing tastes better than fries in a milkshake.”

exsomniis‌:

elliot couldn’t help the large, almost cheesy grin that overtook his face when joakim told him he was a genius. he pretended to brush ‘lint’ from his shoulder, and then giggled at himself. “careful, don’t let them hear you curse like that, you rebel,” elliot teased, but his eyebrows went up at the mention of david bowie and labyrinth. pointing a finger skyward and tapping it methodically against nothing, he said, “you know, let’s keep bowie in our back pocket for later, i really like the idea of that too.” elliot couldn’t help but laugh out loud with a sharp burst when joakim proclaimed the sandwich maneuver ingenious, rubbing a hand over his face and pushing his baseball cap up and off of his head; letting it clatter to the ground behind his chair. he’d retrieve in in a second...probably. “it definitely affected sound quality, i thought he somehow stuck a trombone or a trumpet mute down in there, i was preparing to grease my arm up to go after it and everything.” he snorted again. “somehow that’s not the weirdest thing i’ve been called to do in services of these mouthy ghouls. and that’s the thing! i never said ‘don’t snack’, just that there had to be several gulps of water between eating and using a mouthpiece.”

lydialvcks‌:

elliot honestly didn’t do a lot of leisure time reading these days; not that he’d ever really done a lot of it to start with. there had always been so much to do and experience it seemed, and once he’d gotten to college and had to somehow cram hundreds of textbook pages into his brain every week it got that much harder. but he did have his favorites, ones he loved to revisit like an old friend giving comforting careworn advice. he could admit that a lot of them were children’s books now because of his daughters ( the velveteen rabbit always made his throat tighten up and his eyes mist over as he finished reading it aloud ), but he did have a few of his own that were more...private. a connection between the text and himself that he still didn’t fully understand. “hey, ah, yeah,” he mumbled, looking at lydia a little sheepishly. “i know it’s a little off the beaten path, but do you think you might have a copy of scar tissue by anthony kiedis? mine got dropped in the rain and it’s done for.”