Thread: Monsters ||| Cloverfield role-play [randomname98766789 x Izzy325]

Not being the kind of man to get shitfaced drunk, Luke surprised everyone by downing two shots almost immediately once he entered the party. Any logical being knew that drinking yourself to death was the worst case scenario after a break up but Luke could not help himself. It he had to count the number of times he stood up for Casey, he would need more than only two hands. It was not like he thought Casey owed him anything though. Luke just figured Casey would step up to the plate and stand up to his family because of the bond they shared. Luke was wrong. The words and slurs his family sent his way were mentally disturbing and Casey just watched. If someone even said one thing to Casey, Luke was ready to shut them down. Luke was actually going to get over it but when he tried to contact Casey, the male would not answer. It was then that Luke knew his family and their privileged, lazy needs were all that mattered. Their reputation meant too much because Luke did not have enough money on his bank account but if they measured him by the amount of love he held, no man was richer. He tried to take the correct mindset. Too bad for Casey, right? He had the chance to get the man that you can only dream about and he squandered it because of something so pathetic. Whatever happened to standing up for what you believed in or what you believed was right? Whatever happened to standing up for love like they promised each other they would do no matter what bigotry they faced in this damn city. It was a melting pot but not everybody accepted accordingly. Strangely enough, the issue with his family was not even about the subject Luke feared. Another shot was downed and the hardcore alcohol burned his throat with the nasty aftertaste. Plenty of his friends attempted talking to him, music was blaring loudly, and people were smiling but Luke had this glassy stare on his face. It was no secret that Casey would be here. It was no secret that people knew what happened. In fact, plenty of people saw Casey as the bad guy here and that was deserving if you asked Luke but in reality he wanted people to leave him alone about it. Caseys here, Luke. One of his female friends spoke and nudged him in the side. Luke simply groaned to himself wishing for a night to forget but since Casey was here, it called for another shot and he quietly slipped away from the crowd not wanting to see Casey face-to-face. It was something he was not prepared for because his reaction was still ambiguous. Should he react sadly? Angrily? Furiously? Neutral? All these emotions flooded his mind and were possible answers but Luke was so confused by the question so he just sulked in the corner, hoping nobody else noticed him. ------------------------ When Michelle appeared downstairs, a loving smile engulfed Deans face. His strong arms tightly wrapped around the womans smaller form and pulled her into a hug. Upon removing himself from the hug, Dean allowed a quick kiss to be pressed against her lips, allowing him to receive a taste of her lip gloss. Immediately, their hands were linked together and Dean was moving his legs. You look absolutely fucking gorgeous, Michelle. Dean commented with his signature wink at the end of his statement while showing he was eager to make the reservations on time and kickoff their night on a good note. Upon reaching his newer model pickup truck, Dean showed his southern hospitality and held the door open for Michelle so she could easily sit into the seat before he closed the door and quickly joined her inside of the vehicle. Once settled and adjusting the mirrors, Dean turned the key inside of the ignition, being rewarded with the soft hum of the engine. They pulled out of their driveway and he went for her hand again, placing it against his thigh so it would be comfortable for them both even though the drive would take ten minutes at the most. When they arrived, Dean was pleased to notice they were five minutes ahead of schedule even without him breaking the speed limit. The drive ended up being a peaceful cruise through the humid night. After exiting his truck, Dean escorted Michelle inside and were led to their reservations. As asked, the table had been set with a vase of her favorite flowers along with a box shaped like a heart, full of delectable chocolates. Both chairs were pushed close together because when Dean and Michelle went out to eat, they did not sit across from each other like most normal couples. First of all, hardly anything was normal or average about this soon-to-be husband and wife but Dean had no idea why he would want to sit across from Michelle. How else could he kiss and touch her. Like a true gentleman, Dean held the chair out for her to sit and then he took his own seat, immediately reaching into his pocket and placing a brown envelope in front of the woman. It was their Happy Anniversary card filled with a person, loving note from Dean himself as he planted a kiss onto her cheek to end the interaction. Happy Anniversary, my love.