forum Time Travel, France, and Romance // OxO // Closed

Started January 18, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Jay sighed, and got off of Lou reluctantly, taking another sip from his drink.
Marco was smiling, leaning back into his seat. His makeup was still nearly perfect, that trans flag on proud display on his shirt.

Lou rolled, this time actually hitting a few pins. He downed about five, leaving some still left. As he rolled a second, he missed them all. A small score added to his board and he smiled widely.
“You’re getting better,” Matt said with a laugh, high-fiving the Frenchman as he walked past.
“Barely,” Lou replied, but he was way prouder than he let on. He just sat back on the seat, nudging Jay for his turn while taking another swig of his drink.

Jay got up to take his turn, and sat down on Lou's lap again when he was done. He had gotten a halfway decent score. "Your turn, Marco!" He called, taking a sip of his drink.
Marco sighed loudly. "Somebody help me up then." He held up a hand lazily, leaning back in his chair.

Matt, who was standing propped up by the board, dropped his hand casually and gripped Marco’s in sort of a Predator handshake. His tanned and tattooed arms had been revealed by rolled up sleeves, and he had taken off his jacket a while ago. He yanked up Marco with just enough force to get him to his feet, standing slightly too close but smiling charmingly.
Lou wrapped his arms around Jay yet again, just happy to have him back.

Marco looked up at Matt with a smile, running a hand through his curly hair. He seemed to consider something for a moment, then simply sashayed over, grabbed his ball, and threw.
Jay leaned against Lou happily, sighing contentedly.

“You see what I just saw?” Lou whispered to Jay quietly. “Do you think they could… y’know…”
He left the question lingering as he watched Matt smile to himself, sitting back down on the seat and propping his legs up on the table. Lou just raised an eyebrow.

Jay smirked. "I think that that would be highly entertaining." he replied with a laugh, smirking at Marco as the other male came back.
Marco flicked Jay's forehead, rolling his eyes.

“Highly,” Lou agreed, watching Marco pass. He smiled to himself, seeing Matt propped up in the opposite chair, sitting up as straight as he could and watching Marco with a sort of fascination. Lou had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

Marco plopped down in a seat, legs akimbo and hands clasped behind his head. He leaned back, closing his eyes with a sigh.
Jay smirked at Marco, then twisted to kiss Lou's cheek.

Lou suddenly gave a far-off look, smiling with slightly glazed eyes. He quickly snapped back, seeming to re-take back all of the surroundings. It was almost if he had jumped in time just then, but he didn’t say a word. He just kept up his previous smile, calling to Matt for the man’s turn.

Jay frowned a little at that, but didn't say anything about it as he waited for Matt to take his turn.
Marco took a sip of his drink, sitting up slightly.

Matt went up, rolled, got a strike, and pranced back happily. He leaned on the board, trying to look all suave as he jokingly slicked his hair back, blowing a sharp exhale and winking at Lou. The frenchman just let out a small chuckle.
“Don’t get too cocky,” Lou said, squirming to get up from the seat and take his own turn. He respectfully rolled Jay onto the couch, then picked up a ball.
“Might give you a run for your money,” Lou continued, almost dropping the ball— which was obviously too heavy for him.
“Alright then,” Matt said, laughing. “Show me.”
And just like that, Lou rolled, getting a strike. He looked bewildered, turning around and wondering if he had actually done it.

Jay grinned when Lou got the strike, and jumped up to kiss the Frenchman's cheek. "Wow! Great job!" He said, smiling. "Though now I'm losing, so shame on you."
Marco grinned, stretching slightly. He ran his hands through his hair.

Lou shot Matt finger guns, grinning widely and leaning sort of into Jay.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You can be on my team.”
“That’s not how bowling works,” Matt retorted.
“Mind your own business,” Lou hissed jokingly, leaning an elbow on Jay. He patted the American on the shoulder. “You’re up. Show me how it’s done.”

Jay sighed loudly, and headed out to bowl. He watched as his ball rolled down the lane, and…well. A decent score, yes. Nothing to be proud of, but not too shabby either.
Marco laughed a little bit. "Maybe you do need to be on Lou's team." He teased.

Lou just smiled, wrapping his arms around Jay before the man could sit back down.
“I’d be happy to have you on my team,” he said. “I’ll carry us.”
“Like you can,” Matt butted in, tapping Marco for his turn. “You’re up, amigo.”

Jay laughed a little bit. "You sure? I'm not quite as light as I look." he teased, smiling and kissing Lou's cheek happily.
Marco nodded, getting up and grabbing his ball. He considered the lane for a moment, then threw, watching as the bowling ball rolled down the lane. He managed to knock down all but two, and grinned.

(If you can't tell, I have no fucking clue how bowling is scored lmao)

“Okay maybe not literally,” he said. “However, I shall figuratively carry us.”
Lou turned and flopped on the couch again, taking another sip of his drink and checking the clock. Matt noticed and nodded to the Frenchman.
“20 more minutes,” he said with a devilish smile. “Make your rounds. Catch Marco and I if you can.”

_{(You’re doing great if that’s the case. Literally its just how many you knock down, you win lol)}

Jay laughed, sitting down with Lou and snuggling up to the Frenchman's side. Then he sat up. "Wait…it's my turn now, isn't it." he said with a sigh. "Or is it Matt's?"
Marco flopped down into a seat, taking another sip of his drink and pillowing his head on one hand.

(lmao alright)

Matt smiled, walking up to the lane with a sort of strut. “Mine.”
He took a ball, rolled, and knocked them all. He shut his eyes, spinning back around on his heel and jokingly bowing.
“Oh, show-off,” Lou yelled over the music. “Get outta here.”
“You get outta here, hijo,” Matt replied, sauntering back with a proud stride. Lou just shook his head with a laugh.

Jay sighed. "You're making the rest of us look bad, man." He complained with a laugh.
"Oh, you already looked bad." Marco teased. "He's just making you look worse."
Jay stuck his tongue out childishly. "Myeh myeh myeh."

“Bowling wise?” Lou asked. “Absolutely. Physicality? You’re beautiful.”
He took Jay’s hand as he stood up, letting go of it slowly as he walked to take his turn. Of course, he did terribly.
“I’m done,” he said, laughing and falling back onto the couch. He took a long sip of his drink, finishing it off. “Matt, you get the dub. I don’t care anymore.”
His voice was filled with humor, and Matt responded in kin. “5 minutes. We could call it quits here?”
Matt glanced up at Marco. “Your turn next, whatd’ya say? Wanna show em up one last time?”

Jay smiled and blushed a little at the compliment. He pulled Lou into a kiss when he came back, wrapping his arms around Lou's shoulders.
Marco grinned, and got up. "Of course I'm up for it." He replied. He weighed his ball in one hand, and then threw, watching as it rolled down the lane.

Lou couldn’t be bothered with the score. He was just happy he was there, especially in Jay’s arms.
Matt held out his hand for a high-five when Marco walked back, giving the man a cheeky smile and cheesy wink. His childish actions were charming to some, but Lou never understood the appeal.

Jay held onto Lou, and kissed him again. He didn't really care about the score either. He just wanted to be with Lou.
Marco smiled back, meeting the high five with one of his own. "Think we're kicking their asses?" He asked, arching an eyebrow.