Stayingalively - Andrew Royce

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Giò

When the flashlight was aimed at his face, Drew winced slightly. Grant seemed to complete a few simple tests and see if he had a concussion. None of it really helped with his head but Drew didn't complain. He'd rather feel pain now and get this dealt with before it became a problem for the group to deal with later along.

Not needing to use the man's official title was nice enough. Drew sensed that he wasn't the self-important type. Perhaps he was just straightforward and professional with those that he met. Drew probably needed to learn a thing or two about that. He'd never been good about separating business from pleasure.

Now that the tests seemed to be finished, Drew offered a hand to the other man. "My name is Drew. Andrew Royce, if you need it for paperwork." If there was some sort of diagnosis, it meant they'd be able to find a solution. Then he could get back to work and helping to renovate their new home.

Grant  looked  up  he  didn't  know  the  man's  face  but  he  would  recognize  those  dark  curls,  even  coated  in  plaster  dust.  He  had  seen  him  around  and  it  was  really  a  good  thing  when  the  doctor  and  you  weren't  on  a  first  name  basis  anyway.  Still  the  man  was  handsome  and  Grant  always  watched  him  from  afar  in  the  common  areas  of  the  group.

"Very  enterprising  of  you  to  get  to  work  like  that  but,  you  should  be  more  careful  come  here  and  take  a  seat."  he  said  getting  out  a  flashlight  so  he  could  check  for  a  concussion  and  other  instruments  he  could  use  to  take  his  vitals.  Unfortunately  he  didn't  have  ice  but  he  did  have  some  low  grade  pain  killers  he  could  offer  after  he  checked  him  out.  And  a  nice  quiet  place  to  lay  down  and  get  away  from  the  din  of  the  group.

"I  don't  find  you  in  here  often.  I  commend  you  for  that.  My  name  is  Grant.  No  need  for  the  title  of  doctor  other  than  the  skills  it  comes  with  it  means  very  little  now."  he  said  not  at  all  as  pretentious  as  one  would  think  upon  seeing  him  in  his  more  formal  attire  and  his  nose  for  cleaning.

Drew's face did flush slightly as he heard the response from the cowboy. He wasn't exactly trying to flirt with the other men here. The man did make him think about that as a possibility, though. He'd been so worked-up after seeing Mallory again. Drew was stuck thinking about that night of bliss he'd spent with the older man. Now he was horny during one of the worst times. "I uh... don't think I caught your name." It wasn't really something that Drew needed to know. He just wanted to fill the silence between them while he thought of an actual response. This man wanted to fuck him. It seemed to be exactly the thing to get him out of his funk. Mallory wouldn't need to be on his mind. Unless, he used this man to make Mallory jealous. "I'm Andrew. You can call me Drew, though." Now he held out a hand for the other man to take and hopefully shake. Maybe he'd get more chances to touch the stranger after.

Dinner time around the... suspiciously indoors fires that this survivor group had set up on the building, he takes a seat on just about whichever spot by the fire is available, with his plate in hand ready to get a serving. They worked hard for this shit. Treacherous lands between here and the nearest not-plundered sources of foods. Canned goods, mostly, but it'll do. Settling in next to the strangers, he raises a brow at the man remaking his appearance. "Oh, my horse's long gone by now." While this was the set-up for his tease, it was true, actually. Maverick had a family horse back home. Who the hell knows what's become of the family, the home, and the damn horse now. "That just means the position's open. You could be the next one I'll mount, if y'wanna." Unabashedly flirting by the fire, putting that strong jawline to work as he grins right back. A wink and a click of his cowboy tongue, hoping to fluster the pretty curly boy. "Oh, I promise not to use the spurs, 'less you like it that way."

closed starter / @devildogwatched

the newsroom seemed to be busier than usual tonight. most spaces around each fire pit weren't open. so, it was a surprise when he found a newer face settling beside him. drew's eyebrows raised when he noticed the cowboy hat sitting on the man's head. that in addition to the flannel covering his broad torso gave strong cowboy vibes. given their location it wasn't a complete surprise. "where's your horse?" there was a grin forming on his face after asking. drew didn't normally speak to people around here. this man interested him, though. it also helped that he was nice to look at. the man had a strong jawline that was decorated in stubble. drew could already imagine himself brushing his lips against it, even if this wasn't the time or place.