Mexico shenanigans group log [OPEN]

[inchesofevil]

WHO: The Mexico evacuees!
WHERE: Mexico City (or also anywhere en route between the porter cities and there)
WHEN: Feb 15 onwards, through the duration of the coup
WHAT: Do you want Mexico shenanigans? Here is your catch-all/mingle post for Mexico shenanigans, please enjoy. (See the OOC mod post for details.)
WARNINGS: Please put warnings in your subjectlines if necessary!

Comments

[fuckwashington]

[Ronan snorts.] You're just a pussy. [Does anyone ever say 'pussy' in The Raven Cycle? It feels vaguely too Adult for this YA series. Whatever, breaking the 4th wall is getting gimicky now that Deadpool's out.]

Listen, uh. [No backing out. Just do it. He means to ease into it, 'I have something to tell you' and all, but it gets mucked up in his sudden nerves over the subject and,] I'm gay.

[#nailedit]

[quaerit]

[ Gansey blinks.

Now is probably a bad time to be drinking tequila. He pauses midway through pouring another one, the bottle angled and the glass quickly spilling over. ]

I -

[ And then he notices, and scrambles to stop and set the bottle down. Suddenly entirely serious, he stares at Ronan. Of all the times they've actually come close to talking about that subject, now it comes out of nowhere. He leans back. His expression doesn't seem totally sure of what it's doing with itself. ]

Well. I did have something of an idea.

[ Eyeing Ronan carefully. ]

I wanted to ask you before. Thought you'd say something when you were ready, if there was anything to say.

So I'm glad you did.

[fuckwashington]

Great. [Ronan rolls his eyes, dismissive in the face of support. So, you know, Ronan.] Well, now you know. Don't throw a fucking party or whatever people do.

[quaerit]

What do people do?

[ Gansey leans back, one eyebrow lifting. He's forfeiting tequila for the remainder of this conversation. It warrants a clear head. ]

We're not most people. Why are you telling me now?

[ A little pause. ]

I mean, I'm glad you did. But that was what you might call sudden. Seemed like you were determined to do it.

[fuckwashington]

Talked myself out of it before. Wasn't sure why you needed to know. [And, you know, chicken, but he won't admit that to himself.] Not really sure why anyone does.

[Which is to say, keep it to yourself.]

[quaerit]

[ Gansey watches him for a moment, not reacting. Then his mouth ticks up, and it's clear this is one smile he's failing to hide. ]

What if I'd tried to set you up with someone? That could've been awful. [ That is also a thing he's unlikely to do, and it strikes him suddenly how unusual their lives are. For anyone else, this wouldn't be a joke. ] I'd have to know your type. It's a terrible thing to get wrong.

[fuckwashington]

It would have been awful because you'd have tried to fucking set me up with somebody. [It's conversations like these that make Ronan drink. Fucking Lent.] I don't have a type.

[quaerit]

[ That's not a problem for Gansey, who pours one of the shots now. ]

Look, I won't tell anyone. I don't see why it ought to be a secret, but it is your secret, so you don't have to worry.

[ He leans back, with the glass held between finger and thumb. ]

I did wonder, though, if Adam might have been your type. [ Carefully. Quietly. ] Some of the things that you said about him...the way you worried about him.

Perhaps I read too much into it.