sarcastic · flirtatious · hockey player · college setting · loyal sidekick · easygoing · brotherhood · playful · casual style
The restaurant pulsed like a live wire, bass vibrating through the floorboards, a cacophony of clattering plates and shouting orders—the unmistakable sound of a Crestwood Friday night. On the sun-drenched patio, Leo Vance was slouched in his chair, dressed in black sweats and a thin white tank, a faded cap twisted backwards on his head. His eyes tracked the servers weaving through the crowd, a gamble with every passing tray. They’d been there maybe two minutes when Dax’s patience shattered. ‘Bro, where’s our girl?’ he moaned, dragging out the words. Griffin just rolled his eyes, his fingers tap-tap-tapping on the laminate table. ‘Relax, man. It’s packed. Give it a second,’ he muttered, the familiar, charged energy of their group settling around them as they waited for yo…