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Before he left Hungary, parties were a must. Without the restricting rules of twenty-one for drinking, his parents held massive parties out in their yard, very similar to the one they were holding now. That was probably the reason he liked to keep their apartment in the midst of a party, to remember them and all the fun they threaded through their life. At first, being in America, he was scared and missed the community. Thankfully, the boys at the bakery, and the community that came from their friends, he didn't feel so alone anymore. And without their help, he wouldn't have found a cute artist looking for a roommate in an apartment he never expected to afford.
The cute artist that had an unfortunately attractive boyfriend. But tonight, Sam doesn't seem to want to talk about him either. "Jamie good talker. But sometimes talk too much. No offense, Sam," Ris replies, laughing softly. His father used to say that people who are always talking usually don't have anything important to say. He couldn't deny the fact that Jamie was a highly successful man, but from the moment they met, Ris and Jamie weren't exactly friends. Maybe Jamie could sense the feelings Ris had for Sam.
He sighs at Sam's question, taking one last hit of the cigarette before extinguishing it against the balcony. "Good party. Just... long week." Ris answers half-heartedly, swirling his empty glass in his hand and wanting to grab the bottle the next time he came out. It was getting close to the second anniversary of his parents' passing, and their best barista at the bakery was leaving, forcing the manager to place Ris on coffee duty as well. But, that was no excuse to bring Sam down with his own problems. "All more reason to have fun, yes?" Ris jokes, moving back towards the party, if only to grab another drink. He turns back to Sam with a smile, "Don't let talky boy get you down. This your party, enjoy it."
The cute artist that had an unfortunately attractive boyfriend. But tonight, Sam doesn't seem to want to talk about him either. "Jamie good talker. But sometimes talk too much. No offense, Sam," Ris replies, laughing softly. His father used to say that people who are always talking usually don't have anything important to say. He couldn't deny the fact that Jamie was a highly successful man, but from the moment they met, Ris and Jamie weren't exactly friends. Maybe Jamie could sense the feelings Ris had for Sam.
He sighs at Sam's question, taking one last hit of the cigarette before extinguishing it against the balcony. "Good party. Just... long week." Ris answers half-heartedly, swirling his empty glass in his hand and wanting to grab the bottle the next time he came out. It was getting close to the second anniversary of his parents' passing, and their best barista at the bakery was leaving, forcing the manager to place Ris on coffee duty as well. But, that was no excuse to bring Sam down with his own problems. "All more reason to have fun, yes?" Ris jokes, moving back towards the party, if only to grab another drink. He turns back to Sam with a smile, "Don't let talky boy get you down. This your party, enjoy it."