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Aug 26 2017, 07:17 PM
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Colby wasn’t really someone who necessarily needed to do obstacle courses--they were fun to watch, that was for sure. However, now that him and Eliana had decided to participate, he was sure this was how the two of them were going to end up murdering one another. If they were going to break up, it was going to be in the middle of this obstacle course. Colby was competitive, sure. He liked to win, and he couldn’t be faulted for that because he was pretty sure no one liked losing, but Eliana was taking it to a whole new level and Colby wanted nothing more than to just lay down in the middle of the course. Or just finish it himself at his own pace, but he was competing on a course with Eliana, and he wasn’t just...going to do that. ”How much longer is this thing?” he asked, groaning. <p>

Colby was already annoyed that he got tangled up in the climbing nets, twisted his ankle, and still had to get through the whole ordeal that it felt like he’d already been there for ages, and finally pulled himself up to where there were rope swings, audibly groaning again. ”Remind me again why we’re doing this?” he asked, as he climbed up into a rope bridge. His foot slipped again, and he let out a startled, ”Damn it!” as he tried to get himself rebalanced again, ”Couldn’t you have made someone else do this with you? Etta can’t be busy doing anything right now, can I sub her in?”


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Jul 2 2017, 03:23 AM
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Colby’s head was throbbing and he was met with the memories of last night’s drunken haze (and hook up) as he sat up, pulling himself out of bed and began gathering his clothes that had been scattered around this stranger’s apartment whilst she slept. HIs phone read that it was about a quarter past six in the morning. Good God, no one was ever awake at this hour, Colby wasn’t sure why he was, but he definitely needed to get some greasy food, a giant glass of water, and about eight more hours of sleep. He pulled his shoes on, grabbed his jacket from the floor and quietly slipped out of the apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible as he shut the door behind him and stepped out into the hall. It would have been just fine and dandy, and he would’ve headed home, but...someone else seemed to be making the same escape route/walk of shame he was…<p>

And she just happened to be leaving the apartment across the hall from the one he was leaving. ”So, uh, come here often?” he asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair. It was awkward enough, Colby may as well make it a little better for the two. Plus she was cute, and he had no shame in hitting on someone who was leaving some other guy’s apartment. It probably wasn’t her boyfriend, at least not if she was leaving in what she was currently wearing, so he felt he was in the clear. ”But seriously, this is hilarious,” he added, ”What are the odds that I would be making the walk of shame at the same time as the neighbor across the hall’s hook up is?” Colby could ensure that those odds were not very high, so really they needed to capitalize on the situation. ”I’m Colby, by the way, and you are going to freeze to death if you go outside dressed like that right now.”


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Feb 12 2017, 04:22 AM
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It seemed that Colby was going to continue the trend of either him or Eliana being trashy drunk on a holiday, and Valentine’s Day was inevitably his turn. For whatever reason, the two of them had decided that attending the fair would be a great idea, and Colby was probably the most drunk he’d been in a while to the point that after a couple rides he felt completely sick to his stomach and or the spins were really getting to him that the two wandered over to the picnic area, Colby flopped down onto the ground, the Earth below him feeling like it was moving a lot faster than it should be as he closed his eyes, laughing a bit. ”I was about to say how the world was spinning right now, but it’s actually spinning all the time, isn’t it?” he asked before bursting into drunk giggles about it, shifting so that he was laying on his back because laying on his side meant he was laying on the contents of his pockets which was just uncomfortable. <p>

Finally, he quieted down a bit, opening his eyes to stare up at the fireflies that seemed to be fluttering around, probably to create an ambiance and altogether ignoring the food and drink at the picnic spot they were in. It absolutely reminded him of the old days when him and Eliana were dating, which was a very sobering thought...at least in theory it would have been had he not drank out an entire liquor store it seemed. Instead of dwelling on that too much, he tried to push that out of his head as much as possible, ”Are you having fun? I haven’t ruined this holiday have I?” he asked, pausing again, ”Because I am. I’ve missed this.” He missed how easy this felt, and what it was like for the two of them to just...have fun, like on his birthday when they went to that posh art gallery that the two of them thought was super lame...it was this kind of stuff that he missed and felt like he could do forever.

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let's sail this ship

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Jan 29 2017, 05:55 PM
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Colby’s birthdays had never been anything worth of mentioning. They’d always consisted of just dumb shenanigans and passing out at bedtime and moving on with his life, but it seemed Eliana had different intentions with this particular birthday. They went out to breakfast, consuming a lot of screwdrivers (or as Eliana called them, mimosas with vodka instead of champagne) to a point beyond tipsy, and then they each split a pot cupcake, so he was pleasant buzz to the point of everything was a little hazy. Colby wasn’t sure why they decided to wander around an art gallery that seemed far more pretentious for their tastes...Colby was sure he didn’t own anything that was fancy enough to wear here, but here he was, at the Lucy Anonymous Harmon Gallery of Art, avoiding the gallery owner and gazing at a particularly confusing piece of art whilst incredibly cross-faded. <p>

”I don’t get it,” Colby spoke up, before erupting into giggles. If Colby had a better appreciation for art, he’d see that this was clearly what the sun looked like rising over the ocean rather realistically, the color palette was so precise that it was almost like a photograph, and Colby was just thinking how ridiculous this whole thing was. ”Like, anyone can do this--why is this something that gets displayed?” The whole thing was so stupid, this place was so pretentious and not their style to the point that Colby was more concerned why they thought it was a good idea. ”And what kind of person uses ‘Anonymous’ as their middle name?”
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Colby was exhausted, having spent the entirety of his day at his parents home celebrating the holiday was excruciating. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his family, they just weren’t particularly close. They typically only saw one another for the family holidays and birthdays, and even birthdays were pretty brief, reserved for dinner. As such, when he finally got home, he was thankful to collapse into bed into a cold, dead sleep. It was such a heavy sleep that when he heard a loud knock at a door, Colby wasn’t entirely convinced it wasn’t in his dream, which is why he continued to lay in his bed in a half asleep state, rubbing his eyes. When the knock erupted from the door again, he sat up, pulling himself out of bed and yawning as he walked to go open his front door. He definitely was not expecting anyone tonight, especially not at this hour. He was sleeping, this was ridiculous. <p>

In his barely awoken state, he struggled to unlock the door, and when he finally opened it, Colby had to blink a few times in disbelief because he was definitely still asleep. ”Eliana? What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, ”God, it has to be like...three in the morning?” he deeply regretted not checking his phone beforehand to verify that this was indeed an incredibly unreasonable hour for Eliana to be standing at his door unannounced, ”And why the hell are you dressed up like an elf?”

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