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clarapose‌:

“Their combined power is enough to bring the world to an end. I’m surprised they didn’t overthrow Oxford during our years there. Isn’t it lovely being sidekick to the people that actually lead interesting lives?” she was being sarcastic, but there was a hint of genuine admiration in her voice, “I grew up with a dog. You met Sparky, right? Right before he passed away. I can’t say I’ve ever really connected with a cat but people say I seem the type to be a cat person. I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment?” 

“Oh, it’s absolutely the best part of going to Oxford. Letting them go insane? If we didn’t want that to happen, we should have hidden the alcohol.” Beck sometimes let the wild ones drag him around on adventures, and he certainly did more while they were in school, but now that he was finished? It felt like the only interesting stories he had were about his friends. “Yeah, I met Sparky. My mum had a cat, but never a dog. She didn’t have enough time to take care of a dog, and I was only there part of the time. But I think being a cat person is a compliment. Although, dog people may not think so.”

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ohanniston‌:

Annie’s grin faltered. She knew Atticus had been invited, but she hadn’t seen him yet. The two hadn’t spoken since their last breakup, which had only been a few months prior. Shaking it off with a shrug, Annie did a little shimmy. “Who knows? You know what they say about weddings-anything could happen!”  The redhead tried and failed to casually look around, searching for him. Stop, she scolded herself before continuing. “What about you? You’re lookin’ awful dapper tonight.” 

Beck mentally cursed himself for even bringing up the idea of her going home with anybody, as soon as he saw her expression change. He knew she would still be hung up on Atticus, what a stupid thing to ask about. “Exactly.” He said with a laugh once she seemed to snap back, watching her gaze move around the room. “Christ, no. I’m not like the rest of you, no one looks at me as someone they want to go home with.” He said with a shrug, rolling his eyes just at the thought as he sipped at his drink.

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Beckett sighed softly as he listened to the best man giving a speech about one of the grooms - and not the one he knew, at that. It wasn’t that he disliked weddings, he just disliked the small talk with strangers. Being the age he was, everyone wanted to know what he did for work, and where, and there wasn’t much to talk about once the conversation got past that. He owned a bookstore, he wasn’t exactly the best at interacting with complete strangers, especially not when music was playing and everyone around them was chattering away. After what felt like forever, the speech ended, and he took a deep breath, his mind jumping into action when he saw one of the grooms’ family members heading vaguely towards him. Eager to escape, he downed the last bit of his drink, and made a b-line for the first familiar face he saw. “Please save me,” he started once he got over to them, raking his fingers through his hair, “I can’t talk about how quaint the bookstore is any longer. I’m drowning in small talk.”

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clarapose‌:

“I have an idea and that idea is to live vicariously through you,” she said, “I probably should chose someone else in the group but Hugh and Annie are enough to give me heart palpitations just thinking about it,” she added with a laugh. “A cat that is both a death omen and a snuggle buddy, what could be better?” 

“I’m not the one to choose to live through, you should know that by now.” He teased, but then she corrected herself, and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Bloody hell, those two... we just have to keep them apart, or they’ll spiral into such chaos where nobody could ever stop them.” He sipped at his drink, eyes scanning the room before he turned back to her. “Nothing is better. I say cats are the best creatures on this earth.”

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hughbrasier‌:

Hugh regarded Beck thoughtfully. “A reasonable option. I do seem to recall several terms worth of mutual torment. I, of course, despite being a fully invested participant in ruining the old man’s life, did so with some modicum of guilt. He, on the other hand, I am convinced did it out of simple sadism.” All a bare-faced lie, but if anyone knew how to decipher Hugh’s predilection for exaggerating the truth, it’d be good old Beckett.

Taking a long sip from his cocktail (multi-coloured, fruity, sporting, for reasons best left unacknowledged, a small floral arrangement), Hugh made a noise of consideration, his eyes sliding over the crowd. “All part of the mystery and charm, mate. All part of it. Besides, if not now, then when? And if not me, then who.” Hugh turned back with the most solemn expression he could muster. A beat. He took another slurp of his drink.

“It’s practically in my contract to ask provocative questions. I wouldn’t want to let anyone down.”

Beck rolled his eyes at him, leaning against one of the small tables they had scattered around the room. He really hoped they would be sending some appetizers around soon, he was starving - although, that was his fault. He always forgot to eat when he was anxious, and he hadn’t seen Hugh in a while... so he was certainly anxious. “Now, Hugh, I know you think so highly of yourself, but if he really had that much of a vendetta against you, why would he have invited you? He could have invited the rest of us and let you stay home. Or come as one of our dates, that’d have been a twist.” 

The two of them often got into stupid banter about the most ridiculous things, and this conversation barely scratched the surface. “I think maybe it’s time you switch to water for a little bit, mate.” He teased, reaching as if he were going to take his drink from him. “I’ll finish that off for you, don’t you worry about it.” 

“Good point. Oh! I know, you could steal the microphone during the toast, and proceed to have a philosophical debate with yourself. See how long you can do it before someone takes it back from you.”

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clarapose‌:

“Oh wow, are you gonna loosen up and go home with someone?” she said, nudging his shoulder. She was teasing of course but she hoped he might do it tonight just to spite her, “Are you telling me cats don’t live forever? My mom’s would beg to differ. That thing is ancient. And of course we could die young but I would hate to cut short our time of groaning and complaining.” 

Beckett rolled his eyes at her, shaking his head. “I never said anything about that, don’t go getting ideas.” Sometimes he had hookups... not very often, but sometimes. They just never led anywhere. “We have to get a cat like that then. And when it starts to get too old, we’ll know our time is also coming.”

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ohanniston‌:

“Then maybe he shouldn’t have paid for an open bar! And-slash or-invited his former students!” Anniston countered, shrugging as she finished her third drink and grabbed her fourth from a passing cater waiter.

“Okay, you do have a point there...” Beck admitted, grabbing a champagne for himself from the same waiter who walked by. “So, are you going to find someone to go home with tonight?” He teased, raising his eyebrows at her.

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hughbrasier‌:

“And let’s see if… Yeah, no, the old man still has that heinous beard. God bless him, but really, hasn’t he heard of clippers? That bush needs some real sprucing up.“

“Absolutely no puns intended. I have no opinion on his bush. Or anyone’s bush, really. Well, some people… Is this the best reception conversation one could have, one wonders?”

“Maybe he knew you were coming so he decided to grow it out, just to spite you.” Beck teased, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Sometimes I let you go down spirals and it ends in a wondrous place I could never have expected. Your brain surprises me a lot, actually.”

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ohanniston‌:

“So, uh….” Anniston fingered the rim on her third glass of champagne, “This is open bar, right? I mean, an Oxford professor’s gotta have an open bar. Asking for a friend, of course.” Annie’s southern American accent bled out of her mouth, nothing she could do to stop it. Trust her, she’d tried.

Beck was in the middle of sipping at his drink when Anniston asked him if it was an open bar, and he laughed, proceeding to cough to try and get the alcohol out of his windpipe. “I believe it is. But I’m not sure being a professor means you want your former students trashed at your wedding.”

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clarapose‌:

“I think I’ll  just be lazy and wait for you to remind me of what I need to do. that’s how I passed prof’s class in the first place anyway,” she said, adding a short laugh, “Sounds good to me. I looking forward to dying alone together. You, me, and our eight cats all named after authors.” 

“That only works if I remember - I could still get really drunk tonight, you don’t know.” He wasn’t going to, but he could joke about it. “Those are some old as cats if they’re dying with us... oh, or we die young. Put us out of our misery sooner.”

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clarapose‌:

“one, it’s good to come up with excuses to keep in contact with people. two, i’m not going to bother him today about such an inane detail for an eventuality that will likely never come.” 

“You... may have a point with number two there. But you could email him, or put a reminder in your phone to remember to email him... or you can join me, we can adopt eight cats, and accept our mutual fate of dying alone.”

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“god, remind me when i get married to hit up the professor and ask him who his florist was. this is incredible.” 

“Or you could just ask him now and write it in your phone. Just a thought.”

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