hey fellas im starting a new roleplay ((one on one, closed but open to stalkers))

The door opened, revealing a guy over 6 feet tall with broad shoulders, obvious muscles, mud brown hair, and large, dusty brown eyes that were bright with joy and infinite amusement. "Hey, Tessie," he greeted in his rumbly voice, letting go of the door and opening his arms to her. She grinned and set her laptop on the porch, stepping into his embrace and wrapping her arms around him. He chuckled and hugged her back, resting his chin on her head. "Long time no see, shortcake."

She pulled back to smack his chest. "That's because of you and your stupid medical degree in Hawaii!"

He stuck his tongue out at her. "At least I'm doing something useful with my life."

"Oh, fuck off, you." She scowled at him, crossing her arms and jutting out her hip. "I'll have you know that I have an apartment and a new, legit, job–at a studio, mind you."

He arched a brow and leaned against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed with a slight quirk to his full lips. "Oh, do you now? I'm curious to see what you consider to be 'legit.' " He held up his hands to put the word in air quotes. That earned him another smack on the chest.

The two bickered some more, and then she let herself into the house by shoving the guy out of the way. He snorted and trailed after her.

"So, Ronan," she started, dropping her laptop onto the coffee table and plopping her ass on the couch like she owned the place. "How long you plan on staying?"

He shrugged and sat next to her, massaging her feet when she set them in his lap. "I've been given a week, two weeks tops if I keep up on my homework."

She nodded and grinned. "You mind if I crash here? At least until I get some decent furniture in my place? I wanna bug you as much as humanly possible."

He sighed. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine."

Ronan and Tessa, sweaty and panting, broke away from each other. They had cloth wrapped around their knuckles and hands and were bouncing on the balls of their feet. The two loved to spar when they got together. They fought almost all the time, getting into little tussles every once and a while.

Tessa started unwrapping her hands. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"You're always starving," he said with a chuckle. "But good for you, I am too. You have any recommendations?"

Tessa nodded. "Yeup. Let's get changed then get going."

(yeah)

Tessa and Ronan entered the restaurant, immediately greeted by a waitress and directed to a table near Nik's. Tessa had changed into something casual, and Ronan had on a simple black tee and jeans. (I'm too lazy to describe her outfit, so it's the one on the right)

Ronan caught the wave first, kicking Tessa under then table in the shin to get her attention. She scowled at him, he pointed over at Nik and the waving guy. She rolled her eyes and turned, only to flick her brows up in surprise. "Well then," she said.

Ronan rolled his eyes. "That's like your catchphrase–you say it for every situation."

She stuck her tongue out at him, then turned her attention back onto Nik and his friend. "Hi. Fancy seeing you here."

(It's okay)

Ronan arched a brow at Tessa, leaning back with amusement. "Oh, so you know at least one of them? You happen to screw him, too?"

Tessa turned around long enough to smack him in the chest. "Ronan!" she hissed. He just snickered in response. She huffed and said to Nik, "Sorry about him. He's a dick."

"Am not!"

"Are too, now shut up."

"At least I only see this prick about once a month," she said, hooking a thumb towards her companion. He rolled his eyes and muttered something in Hawaiian. She chose to ignore him as she said, "This nutcase is Ronan."

"Ooooh, so you're the one that puts up with his editing nightmare," Tessa said, leaning on an elbow and resting her head in her hand. "Nice to meet you."

She arched a brow. "Supposed old friend?" she repeated with a hint of amusement. "What, exactly, has Nik told you?" A waiter came over to Ronan and Tessa to get their drink orders. Ronan ordered for both of them, and the waiter scurried off.

(lmao, Ronan and Tess bicker all the time as well—though, their disputes usually end up more physical)

Ronan had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing, his brown eyes bright with amusement and delight. Tessa's smile slowly grew as she listened to the two. "You two make the perfect couple," she cooed, leaning her arms on the back of her chair.

Ronan rolled his eyes. "You say that with every gay couple."

"What? I gotta support my peeps."

He sighed and shook his head. "You're so weird."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Weird I may be, but at least I don't get up at 3 o'clock in the morning to send you a 'you miss me yet?' text."

Ronan shrugged. "It's a 6-hour difference. 3am for me is 9am for her. I'm up anyways studying and whatnot with my roommates, so it's not like I'm going out of my way to bug her in the morning."

"Hawaii, the bastard," Tessa hissed, scowling over her shoulder at Ronan.

He gave her a smug smirk. "Yeah, I'm in Hawaii when I'm not here. Medical student, so I don't get much sleep anyways," he said with a shrug.

Ronan raised a brow, a gesture eerily similar to that of Tessa, and propped his chin on a hand. "It's not that bad. Tessie and I usually went to the gym when I was here to visit. And it's not like I'm not familiar with the less fortunate sides of the world. I'm originally from New York City—and not the nice part. I moved in with my dad to pursue the same career as him."

Tessa's eyes narrowed in on the action, trying not to let the flicker of jealousy show in her eyes. Ronan noticed, however, and snickered. Their drinks arrived, and Tessa turned around and grinned when she saw that he had ordered her an alcoholic drink. "You know me so well," she exclaimed, momentarily forgetting about Nik and Simon.

Ronan chuckled and grabbed his matching drink. "Yeah, well, you're usually the one to stock my kitchen whenever I come over, making yourself at home and all that."

"Tessie and I can hold our alcohol pretty well—more so me than her," Ronan said with a chuckle. She scoffed and threw a napkin at him, hitting him right between the eyes. He scrunched his nose and threw it back at her.