Drunk, and barefoot in the villa kitchen, Jamie was busy humming along to a classical opera tune blaring out of his phone, still adjusting to the time difference, his brain firing on all cylinders despite the 3 AM time. Italy seemed to have awoken something in him, the boy suddenly cheerier than he usually was, and definitely more intoxicated. In between pouring splashed of wine into the marinara he was making, he kept taking swigs, getting drunker and splashing more of the sauce onto the stove as he cooked. Looking up, he spotted Romy, red-lined yes lighting up. He was always cheerier when drunk. “Wait! Come over here and taste this. Whoa, um. That sounded so dirty. That wasn’t a proposition. although I’d be open for that later,” he joked, running a greasy hand through his curls, brushing them out of his face, cheeks rosy from the alcohol. “Tell me if it tastes too boozy.” A spoon extended from his hand, the other held out just beneath it to catch any falling liquid. @andrcmda
the time difference had proven difficult for romy to adjust to just yet , wandering around the villa in the dark of night , enjoying the quiet until it was disturbed by the muffled sound of classical opera coming from down the walkway she was currently in . curiousity got the best of her , walking down and turning into the kitchen , spotting jamie nearly prancing about , stove on and bottle of wine held in his hand . she raised a brow , laughing once he spotted her , dazed eyes lighting up more than she was used to . “ that didn’t actually sound dirty until you pointed it out , but lucky you , i’m also open for that later , ” she jokes , walking over when he beckoned her , one hand curling around his wrist to hold his hand steady as she leaned in for a taste of the marinara he was making . it tasted more of wine than anything , not that she was complaining , eyes closing contentedly as the taste coated her tongue , a delighted hum escaping her . “ definitely boozy , but i think that makes it better , ” she states with a firm nod , hoping up to the counter , one leg crossed over the other , hand held out for the bottle of wine . “ let me get on your level , what are we making ? ”
Skipping along the cobblestones and towards the dock that awaited them, Darby hand her hand linked through Romy’s practically bubbling through the countryside like an uncorked bottle fo champagne. “I can’t understand anything these guys say. Although they’re super hot. Like, that one singer dude form the Lizzie Macguire levels of hot. Before he turned out to be evil,” Darby informed her, taking her friend towards the small, bobbing boat that was waiting for them. Her babydoll dress fluttered in the breeze, small cherries on it flying up, nearly exposing the lacy underwear underneath. “Wait, let me practice my Italian on you!” She stopped, halting the girl in her tracks, clutching onto Romy’s face. “Bawn jorno,” she drawled out jokingly, letting out a peal of laughter, before making the final few steps to the boat and their companions. One of them, Mateo, had his shirt unbuttoned, chest exposed to the breeze as he greeted her with a toothy grin, already speaking rapid fire Italian to her. “Ciao! Sono Darby e la sua bellissima amica. Lorenzo, vieni a salutarci!” He rattled off, gesutring towards the other man on the boat. @andrcmda
if romy had known earlier that darby had gotten them invited on a boat with hot italian men , she likely wouldn’t have popped the molly that harper had managed to get her hands on . all she could really do now as she was dragged along by darby towards the dock was hope she didn’t freak out on the water . she wasn’t too worried , though , smiling and laughing at her friend as the golden retriever of a girl stopped them to ‘ practice ’ her italian before they met the man , massimo , darby had told her . at least she thinks that’s what darby had said , romy had never been one to retain names well . “ ciao ! ” she exclaimed , the only word she could say without a highly thick american accent bastardizing the language . she stepped farther onto the boat , giving a nod in thanks towards lorenzo when he held out a glass of wine for her to take . looking around , she felt underdressed in her bikini top , cut off shorts and open button up , but darby hadn’t complained so she couldn’t bring herself to care much . reaching out for her friend and tugging her close , she tilts the glass of wine to her mouth . “ this shit is amazing , try it , ” she laughs , grinning at her friend . “ so do we know where we’re going ? oh my god can they take us to venice ? i wanna ride a gondola so bad you have no idea . ”
“Romy,” Leo started seriously, hand already across her back tapping once - just in case he didn’t already have her attention. They’d been swaying clumsily back and forth for longer than Leo could remember in front of the fountain in the middle of the villa, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst students that were at least attempting to rid themselves of the overly touristy look. Romy was still wearing the I ❤️ Italy baseball cap Leo had bought her earlier, “I dunno if it’s all the alcohol or if Tuscany’s air is, like, sexier, but this whole moment feels incredibly intimate. Would you consider -,” Pausing just before his question, Leo eyed the student walking through the villa, clutching onto a green bottle, “Oh, fuck,” he blurted, spinning Romy in his arms so she could face the same direction he was, pointing far too obviously to the person in question, “That shit’s absinthe, right? Like, the real shit? Make you trip balls shit?” he asked, shaking Romy slightly, gaze still glued to where the student was, “We gotta try it - think we could grab it from him?” @andrcmda
the day had been a haze to romy , she remembered waking up , she remembered stopping at the gift shop and leo buying her the hat currently atop her head , and then after that it was a blur until now , broken out of her trance , the scene of lizzie mcguire riding paolo’s vespa through italian streets halting as she turned to look at leo . she smiles fondly at leo’s words , head tilting to show how intently she was listening to his words before he got distracted from his own question , spinning romy suddenly in his arms to face the green bottle that had caught his attention . “ christ , leo , you can’t just spin me like that . i could’ve gone flying like jessie and james . that was so fast i can literally still feel my brain rattling around in my skull , ” she scolds before she realizes what the bottle is , eyes widening in intrigue . “ shit , dude , i think it is . ” she turns on her heel , all the focus of a quaterback to his team during the last play of the season . “ okay , here’s the plan . i distract him by flashing my tits , you make a grab for it and run as far as those massively long legs can take you . zigzag , bob and weave , hop roofs , whatever you have to do , we meet back at my bed in the villa in five . got it ? ”
Head ducked into a book, Jamie smelled strongly of the black coffee he had spilled on his shit that day, aroma wafting off of him. Averting his eyes from the pages, he looked up at her phone, snatching it out of the girl’s hand to get a closer look. A scowl quickly formed on his face as he tossed it back onto the table. “No. I think you should put him down. Put him out of his misery. Obviously his life is very, very tragic if he’s photoshopping himself onto boats. Bet he like, cry wanks every night into a sock,” Jamie commented, his tone bored, not malicious. “Don’t give them name, Andromeda. Makes it harder to say goodbye to them,” he told her tragically, shaking his head like the man was a stray dog. “But if you want to send a nude to someone my inbox is always open. They’re safe with me,” he joked.
romy gave him a look when he snatched the phone from her hand , eyes rolling as he threw it back onto the table dramatically . “ cry wank huh ? that’s actually kind of sexy . love me a man that can emote , that’s so rare nowadays , ” she says around a mouthful of m&m’s , already having picked all the yellow ones from the bag , setting them in a small pile on the center of a napkin in front of her . “ but he’s so old and wrinkly , ” she pouts , widening her eyes in her best imitation of the sad face emoji . “ reminds me of a sphynx cat , always wanted one of those . it’ll be a nice reminder whenever i want to sleep with a man that that’s what testicles look like and the urge would be gone immediately . ” she tosses an m&m at him , scoffing . “ nudes are reserved for people that have me in their top five of people they’ve boned . no nudes for you , you’re mean and a liar .”
Harper peered over at the photo of the aging man on his imaginary yacht, humming in false interest as she propped her chin on her hand studying it with an artistic scrutiny, though she wasn’t an artist nor was she an expert at the carnal knowledge of online dating, she preferred finding her hook-ups via sticky barroom floors. “At least he’s trying,” The blonde pondered as she swiped through the other photos on his Tinder profile, “I mean back home there were guys who’d bag up the trashy girls by just flashing their boat shoes and sailor caps, some didn’t even have a real yacht just a dingy with a plastic mermaid tied to the front.” She dropped her arm and gave a shrug, “I say at least send him a lewd pussy pic, he’s putting in a real effort.”
“ if i wanted to bone someone with a boat back home i would have to go to lake las vegas . if i went to lake mead i was lucky if it was an inflatable raft and didn’t get a uti from the dirty ass water , ” she muttered , swiping through the man’s pictures , each one more poorly photoshopped than the last . “ pussy pics are earned , ” she states , though she goes into her collection anyway . she didn’t really mind sending a full nude to the man , at least not one that other’s didn’t already have . “ i guess the photoshop effort calls for something special , ” she sighs dramatically , picking one at random . “ i should send him a link to my onlyfans so he can drop me some cash . speaking of , you got any ideas for content ? i have some but they’re all more effort than i’m currently willing to put in . ”
Lana didn’t just crane her neck to inspect the phone, she all but snatched it from Romy’s hands, cradled close in both of hers like a hamster treasuring a sunflower seed. “Is his head edited, too? Like, I swear I can see a zigzag. His hairline looks like a totally jagged mountain in the Swedish alps that only the, like… super intense ski people can go down. An MS Paint job, for sure,” came with eyes flit up to find Romy, grin haunting her mouth at it’s edges. “I bet he’s one of those guys that goes on Omegle and stages a whole dramatic scenario. He’s, like, fully crying, right against the camera, snotting up a storm, blabbing about how he wants to end it all. His whole thing’s being talked down from the ledge. Someone did that to me, once. His boner pinged up and knocked his laptop off his desk. When he realised I was laughing he was, all, like, shwoop!” she gave the deflation sound effects, curling up a finger like it was a salted slug. Thumbing to see the rest of his photos, she let out various “ooh’s” and “aah’s”, laughter bubbling at the last shot. “Ask him for a video of him doing twenty push-ups,” she decided, holding the phone back with her mind made up. “I wanna see if he’ll do it. And he has to be baby oiled. No exceptions.”
romy listened on , amused by lana’s scrutiny of the man followed by her small tangent . never a dull moment she thought , laughing as she pictured the scenario that lana painted . “ yeah that happened to me once , but it was less like a weird sex phone therapist fantasy and more like , he showed me his incredibly tiny penis and i was so shocked that i asked him if he’d had an accident . this huge , buff man that could probably bench like 500 pounds and his penis was the size of a big toe . like , i don’t think it could even classify as a chode , it was so sad . don’t do steroids , kids . ” she took her phone back when lana offered it , thumbs tapping quickly along the keyboard as she wrote lana’s request . “ i don’t think he’ll do it . he looks like he could barely do five . zero arm strength on that one . if i jumped into his arms he would snap his back like a glow stick . ” she hit send , tossing the phone aside and getting up to get them more drinks . “ keep an eye out , though i think it’s gonna take about an hour if he does it at all . ”
More interested in shredding the straw in his Baja Blast by chewing relentlessly on it than using it for its primary use, Leo had been angrily smashing at buttons on a Nintendo Switch he’d found in Kincaid’s common area, “Mother of fuck,” he eventually huffed, angrily tossing the device onto Romy’s bed so that he could focus his attention on her question instead, “You’re on Tinder? I’m literally right here, and you’re on Tinder?” It was obvious that he wasn’t actually angry - if anything now, he was interested in properly analyzing the picture, rolling her desk chair closer to the bed so that he could grab her phone, “Yeah, might as well. I support your endeavours but he’s actually, like. Really kinda ugly. Jesus - he kinda looks like my dad. If my dad gained, like, 50 pounds and started balding. Want me to take the picture? I’m no photographer, but I’d, like, rather die than let an opportunity for a good nude pass me by.”
“ well , considering the fact that you would rather play with the button on the controller rather than mine , i redownloaded tinder to sext but everyone is boring . ” with a dramatic sigh as leo took her phone , she flopped back onto her bed , glancing over at him as he studied the man’s picture . “ leo are you telling me your dad is sexy ? can i be your step mommy ? i’ll buy a gingham shirt and learn how to milk a cow and everything . ” she sat up on her knees as she spoke , teasing grin on her lips . “ i mean , i have nudes saved , i never take new nudes for tinder dudes . that right is reserved for friends and sometimes people i’m actively fucking , ” she shrugs , reaching for her phone . “ but if you want to have a little photoshoot just for fun i’m definitely not opposed . i have props and everything . let me just send this guy and oldie . ”
“Why wouldn’t you send him a nude? The man has a boat.” The blonde piped up with such conviction to her voice, it was almost comical how much her blank expression didn’t match to the sentiment. Sucking on a cherry red lollipop like some innocent Lolita would, Ezra-Marie took a quick glance at the brunette’s phone, a Cheshire-like grin painting her pristine features amused. “Christ Almighty, that’s just foul.” She exhales quickly, letting out a short bark of a laugh. “I mean.. that chest hair. It’s got to go. Where is his upper lip? Oh Gods, why must you make men look like this? What have we done to deserve this type of punishment?” She pulls out the candy with a loud pop, trimmed brows furrowing as she looks closer with disgust. Almost like she couldn’t believe what she was looking at. Curse her morbid sense of curiosity. “That boat, though..” She recalls, smooshing her cheek upwards with a heavily ringed hand. “The photoshop is so bad, it’s actually gets better the longer you look at it. I say you send him a picture of someone else’s arse and call it a day. Preferably a dude’s. Maybe he’ll send you money as gratitude for your big heart. Everyone wins, yeah?”
romy wrinkled her nose at ezra’s words , eyes looking down once more at the unfortunate photo gracing her screen . the man was fairly unkempt , she admits to herself , though it was no worse than a lot of the men back in her trailer park in nevada . she supposed it could be worse , and the fact that he’d tried so hard with photoshop made her laugh enough that she felt he deserved a nice reply back . “ you know , i like that you think i have a man’s ass on standby . says a lot about what you think of me , and i’m aroused at the thought , ” she mumbles distractedly , swiping through her own collection of photos , deciding on one where she was still covered , but just enough for a guy like him to likely offer her money for more . if not , well , at least he didn’t have a nude . “ this is why we only fuck with women . men are for entertainment only . ” she hits send on the photo , setting her phone down and turning to her companion with a grin on her face . “ we should do shots . ”
He was frantically scribbling in his notebook, his hands moving nowhere near enough to keep up with the thoughts flitting through his head. He was trying to write down as much information as he remembered, a small way to test how well he had retained the information. He was doing surprisingly well – a first for a biology class. Hugo was hyperfocused, not paying any attention to his surroundings until he heard a loud laugh. He moved his neck back and forth and reoriented himself. He didn’t own the school, so it made sense there would be people around talking and disturbing him. The laugh came again and again he ignored it. He shot the girl a pointed glare before turning back to the paper in front of him. But it seemed she kept getting louder and louder before finally, he couldn’t take it. “Could you please be quiet over there? I’m trying to study over here.”
she’d been scrolling through twitter when cloud had facetimed her , romy crisscrossing her legs on the bench she sat on to get herself comfortable before answering . as most of their conversations went ( usually due to their inebriation ) , it was mostly giggles and incomplete conversations cut short with an abrupt topic change brought on by a random thought neither could wait to share . it helped her a lot when cloud or winter called , distracting her from whatever task she was meant to be doing that she was putting off , or stalling whatever unpleasant train of thought she was currently experiencing . a small repreive that she appreciated until cloud had to end the call , just in time for romy to get scolded for her noise . “ oh , jeez , right away sir . dobby is so sorry for daring to speak in a public area . how inconsiderate , please , i’m just a lowly house elf , ” she quiped in a poor immitation of the elf’s voice , eyes rolling . “ libraries exist , and i was on the phone . so technically you’re the noisy one here , butting into someone’s phone conversation . the lack of manners in you millenials . zoomers ? whatever , the concept of time is manmade . ”
When she was bored, Romy liked to download Tinder and swipe through the options. At best, she got herself a hookup and a momentary distraction, and right now she was getting a laugh out of the man that had messaged her a minute ago, already doing his best to turn the conversation to something more saucy. “Isn’t this the worst photoshop you’ve ever seen?” She asks the person before her, showing them the man’s photo. He was older, maybe late thirties, and had photoshopped himself onto a boat quite badly. She could see the strange cropping around his hair and shoulders. “Should I send him a nude? Kinda feel bad for him.” @yatesstarters
HLO DEMONS im liz nd i was here very briefly before bt im back again nd ready fr some chaos so here’s my gutter goblin of a muse
all triggers under the cut !! if u wanna plot like this or hmu love u all blows a kith
APPLICATION
(ZOEY DEUTCH, CIS GENDER) - Have you seen ANDROMEDA KELSO? ROMY is in HER JUNIOR year. The PHILOSOPHY MAJOR is 24 years old & is a SAGGITARIUS. People say SHE is CREATIVE, ADVENTUROUS, IMPULSIVE and FLIPPANT. Rumors say they’re a member of KINCAID. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE LET HER FRIEND TAKE THE FALL FOR A HIT AND RUN WHERE SHE WAS THE ONE DRIVING. (LIZ. 25. PST. SHE/HER.)
LIFE BEFORE YATES
+ parents are sherry kelso and rodney wilcott
+ neither were much a part of her life. her father left them before she was born and didnt even know she existed until she was graduating high school, and her mother was hardly around, always off with various partners for days to weeks at a time, leaving romy with neighbors and babysitters until romy was old enough to do things on her own.
+ lived in a trailer with her mom whenever her mother was there. she really only provided her enough to buy some gas station food and the rent for their lot.
+ school was relatively easy for her. she understood things with minimal explanation and retained most of what she learned. she did well on tests and papers when she chose to do them. she preferred to hang out with the local burnouts instead of attending class, but did the bare minimum requirements for an acceptance to yates.
+ for cash on the side since she mostly lived alone, she worked odd jobs in her town’s amusement park, most notably as version of it’s mascot known to tourist as ‘the chaotic alien’.
+ also worked in the roller rink, the diner, and the convenience store. attempted to work in the book store but was caught one too many times hiding in the back, sleeping on the beanbags.
+ since hs when she found out she cld make money online she bought a webcam and sets it up in her room fr people to watch her live her life and once she hit 18 she became a camgirl, eventually opening up an onlyfans
+ while her mom hardly communicated with her when she was gone other than a short phone call or postcard here and there, she did order her a custom cake from their small bakery when romy got into yates. romy appreciated the gesture, grateful her mother even remembered
SIGNIFICANT EVENTS
TW: drunk driving, car accident, abandonment, terminal illness, guilt tripping, death, severe depression
+ when romy graduated from high school and got the acceptance to yates, she celebrated a little too hard and while in the car with her friend, she thought she’d seen a coyote and swerved off the road into a pole. her and her friend were fine but were both very drunk. so romy wouldn’t lose her acceptance, her friend took the blame
+ around this time, romy had also finally located her father and went to meet him, thinking that he was aware of her since her mother had told her that he left when she was about two. instead of acknowledging her as his daughter, he asked her to leave with the pretense of calling her later, wanting her gone quickly so his family wouldn’t see her.
+ a few years later, she gets a call from him inviting her to come spend time with his family, as he’s finally told them about her and they want to get to know her. elated, she went and had a good time until it was revealed that he wanted to get to know her because his only kidney was failing and he needed a matching donor.
+ upset and hurt, romy still went through with the testing due to them guilting her into it, but left the moment she found out she was a match. has ignored their calls since, though the guilt still eats at her.
+ recently found out that her father passed away from his illness. did not go to his funeral but still feels responsible for it happening. her step mother tracked down her home address where romy had retreated when she heard the news and blamed romy blatantly for her father’s death.
PERSONALITY
+ loves attention and validation ( will die before making that known tho ), will do anything if dared to or just told that she cant.
+ defiant and ready to fight when needed, though prefers to just have a good time drinking and smoking. always high or hungover.
+ vibe is catch her at the skate park no skateboard titties out kind of girl
+ bisexual as hell. will blow you for a 7/11 slushee
+ great friend when she really loves them, though still unreliable when it comes to time sensitive plans. perpetually late to most things.
+ takes nothing seriously and will make fun of people who do. super sarcastic to a fault. has gotten into fights with people that have gotten frustrated with her not taking their threats seriously.
+ TW: DEPRESSION, SELF MEDICATING : suffers from severe depression and at times will disappear for days/weeks just to lay in bed and isolate herself. when she’s out of her dorm she tends to pop whatever pills are in her possession to deal with it.
AESTHETIC
slushee red lips, messy hair thrown up in a bun, dirty converse, a peeling skateboard, the screech of tires on tarmac, mascot heads, summer heat sticking bits of hair to your forehead and the back of your neck, a disco ball at the center of a roller rink, the same soundtrack nightly, tired eyes rimmed red, chipped varnish on nails, half empty bottles of liquor, crushed beer cans, white power on the nightstand, bits of costumes strewn on the floor, the light of a laptop in a dimly lit room, unsavory screen names
WANTED PLOTS
+ basic plots! hookups, dealers, friends to party with, people that she doesn’t get along with
+ drinking buddies! someone she just always goes to when she wants to go out and drink and have a good time. cld be close friends or just meet up to get hammered.
+ crushes! she doesn’t date but she does like attention and wld eat up the attention from a crush. alternatively, she cld have a crush on ur muse nd just doesn’t kno how to act around them.
+ bad/good influence! romy wld be the bad influence to a more ‘innocent’ type of muse, or ur muse cld try to be a good influence fr her
+ i love chem based plots more than anything so even if none of these r callin out to u i love goin in on a blank page nd just seeing what happens!
