𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

[completelywretched]

𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝔨𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞 'kat' 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔡, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎, 𝟷𝟶 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.

[completelywretched]

kat was one of the oldest in the lecture hall, suddenly feeling self conscious of her age as she sank further into her seat in the front row of seats - one of the only left when she arrived late. one day, her car would stop breaking down on her.

when kat heard @faintedloves was speaking at ucla, she bought a ticket seconds later. she'd become familiar with fi's work when she was trying to investigate exactly what was going on in her place before she moved to la, and she'd quickly become a girl crush of kat's, admiring her passion for all she did.

it wasn't a hobby she got to explore too often, but ever since she grew suspicious of her new york apartment being haunted, she had developed a vested interest in all things paranormal. as soon as the talk ended, she grabbed her tote and made her way to the podium where fi stood, wanting to thank her for the talk.

"hey, fi? that was great, truly. i've been a fan of your work for a while now. i'm not really involved in the whole... scene, i guess, but i'd love to pick your brain. i had a paranormal kind of experience a couple of years ago. would you be free for a drink sometime? or a coffee, either. it'd be on me."

[graverisen]

"me?"  eddie  asks,  wide  eyed  and  pointing  to  himself  with  quite  literally  a  what  the  fuck  expression  on  his  face.  he  has  no  idea  who  this  woman  is  but  she  knows  who  he  is,  and  as  anxiety  inducing  as  that  is  he's  more  curious  than  anything;  she  doesn't  seem  angry  at  him.

"what  the  fuck  did  you  expect  me  to  look  like?  what  do  you  mean,"  increasingly  distressed  for  the  fun  of  it,  eddie  blinks  as  a  delicate  hand  is  thrust  in  his  face.  he  stares back.

once  kat  introduces  herself  something  clicks  in  eddie's  head,  santi  had  mentioned  her  before.  but  he  hadn't  realized  that  she  would  know  about  him,  or  want  to  talk  to  him.

gently  taking  her  hand,  eddie  sweeps  into  a  bow  low  enough  to  pop  his  back.  he  presses  his  lips  to  the  back  of  her  hand,  doing  exactly  what  she  wanted.  eddie  likes  games,  he's  not  sure  which  one  they're  playing,  but  he's  having  fun.

"nice  to  meet  you  too,  is  julian  your  boyfriend?  i  haven't  met  him  yet,  everett  has  me  shadowing  santi  alone  for  the  rest  of  the  week."

[completelywretched]

"i expected you to be like... 40, maybe. bald. kind of like peter griffin but real, i guess. you're hot though, good for you."

the second eddie started playing along with her ridiculous bit, right down to bowing that low to actually kiss the back of her hand, kat had a good feeling about the new hire.

the laugh that escaped her when eddie asked if her best friend was her boyfriend could have been construed as bitchy, shaking her head in an enthusiastic no. time to settle in for a conversation, she thought, hopping up on the counter to sit next to where eddie was working.

julian could never call her a bad wingwoman; mandella, however, could potentially call her a flighty friend, her gift now momentarily forgotten in pursuit of digging for jules.

"oh my sweet summer child, unfortunately for me i am very much not julian devereaux's type. he's the love of my life, in the most platonic of ways. you'd probably be his type though," she remarked, throwing it in casually; trying not to neglect the fact that they hadn't even met yet.

"you'll meet him on... sunday? i think. i changed the sch... that's besides the point. anyway, how are you settling in? santi treating you okay? i know everett probably isn't. he's not here, is he?"

[graverisen]

eddie  was  having  a  relatively  good  morning.  he'd  gotten  to  work  on  time,  everett  wasn't  coming  in  till  later  and  santi  had  let  him  pick  the  music  for  the  day  so  the  sweet  sounds  of  dio  poured  out  of  the  speakers  in  the  corners  of  the  store  as  he  bopped  along  sorting  records.

at  least  until  kat  came  in,  eddie  smiling  as  he  slides  the  box  aside  and  takes  the  offered  coffee  with  a  soft  thanks  dude.  he's  about  to  ask  how  many  other  bald  employees  she  knows  when  she  begins  to  speak  again,  expression  curious  until  the  second  the  name  tommy  passes  her  lips  —

the  coffee  cup  slips  out  of  eddie's  hands  and  spills  all  over  the  counter,  eyes  wide  and  face  pale  as  a  ghost,  kat  only  see's  a  second  of  pure  fear  cross  eddie's  eyes  before  he  ducks  his  head  to  grab  a  role  of  paper  towels  under  the  counter,  ripping  off  a  rather  large  chunk  of  them  to  lay  over  the  spill.

he  doesn't  look  or  say  anything  back  to  kat  for  a  long  moment,  well  aware  of  her  watching  him.  he  feels  like  its  an  eternity  later  but  it's  been  maybe  a  minute  before  he  looks  back  up,  panic  having given  way  to  a  wariness.

the  usually  so  carefree  eddie  looks  much  like  a  cornered  animal.  he  doesn't  bolt  for  once.

"i  use  to  go  to  school  with  one,"  he  says  softly,  "what  did  he  say?"

[completelywretched]

kat's stunned by eddie's reaction, the drop of the paper cup against the counter telling her everything she needed to know in one fell swoop. he blood ran cold, but she tried her best not to overreact - or react at all.

she grabs the paper towels, trying to help eddie clean up as soon as possible for fear of everett's wrath, wherever he was hiding. kat was afraid to speak, waiting for eddie to make the next move. her eyes were locked on him as he cleans up, standing back after a moment to wonder did he really do it?

the look on his face tells her he didn't, but it also tells kat that there's something else going on here.

"was he ugly? about 5"8, but tells people he's 6ft even?" she asked the questions in an attempt to calm the man in front of her, but she can tell her attempt was futile.

"maybe... let's go to the back. santi can handle shit for 10 minutes. we shouldn't talk about this here." kat didn't wait for eddie to answer her, spotting santi watching them closely from a short distance, knowing he could hear their conversation. the front of the store wasn't exactly the most private place to ask your new friend if he killed someone.

she led the way, holding the door to the women's employee bathroom open for him. they needed privacy; even if eddie had done what tommy said he did, kat knew it didn't align with the man she knew now. call it disbelief, call it naivety.

"i know how this is going to sound but... eddie, did you hurt someone back home?"

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR GESTURES AND MOVEMENT *  a bunch of wordless gestures with many different meanings and associations. these can be up close, across a room, or in any other circumstance you want to specify, or if i've specified a situation, feel free to change it up to suit your needs. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ middle ] sender sticks their middle finger up at receiver

[ wave ] sender waves at receiver

[ come here ] sender gestures towards themselves, requesting receiver approach them

[ point ] sender points at receiver across a crowded room

[ cut it out ] sender makes a slashing motion across their throat with their hand, asking receiver to stop what they're doing

[ cross ] sender shows receiver their crossed fingers for good luck

[ nod ] sender nods at receiver to cue them into action

[ shake ] sender shakes their head at receiver to dissuade them from continuing an action

[ silence ] sender places their pointer finger over their lips, telling receiver to be quiet

[ direction ] sender points to another room/location, telling receiver to go there

[ both hands ] sender holds up both hands, palms facing receiver, to make them stop

[ chin ] sender flicks their hand under their chin at receiver in an offensive manner

[ pity wave ] sender gives receiver a pitiful wave

[ blow a kiss ] sender blows a kiss at receiver from a far distance

[ wink ] sender winks suggestively at receiver

[ key ] sender slides their pinched pointer and thumb fingers across their lips and "throws away the key" to show receiver they're keeping a secret

[ pray ] sender puts their hands together in a praying gesture as they silently plead with receiver

[ wipe ] sender wipes their brow in a gesture of relief after watching receiver do something risky

[ ear ] sender taps their ear, indicating they cannot hear what receiver is saying

[ watch ] sender taps their watch (or their watch wrist) indicating receiver is late

[ shrug ] sender overexaggerates a shrug to show receiver they don't know what's going on

[ salute ] sender salutes receiver

[ wave off ] sender frantically waves off receiver to tell them to go away or hide

[ thumbs up ] sender gives receiver a confident thumbs up

[ cover ] sender covers their own mouth with their hand and shows receiver - indicating something is wrong

[ thirsty ] sender pantomimes sipping on a drink, asking for receiver to get them something to drink

[ hungry ] sender pantomimes eating something, asking for receiver to get them something to eat

[ sleepy ] sender pantomimes sleeping on their hands, indicating they are tired

[ phone ] sender holds their hand up to their ear like a phone, asking receiver to answer their calls or look at their phone

[ write ] sender pantomimes writing something on their hand

[ item ] receiver has an item that sender wants, so sender pantomimes the object / acts it out to request the item from them

[paduahighalum]

michael - the loving, hardworking boyfriend of mandella, and cameron's best friend. has known kat since their first year of school together at age 5, but only became close when he and mandella began dating at age 18. while they aren't the best of friends, she knows he's someone he can turn to in a time of crisis, and she admires how good he is to mandella. chastity - bianca's former best friend, turned enemy, turned best friend again. she now works as bianca's assistant and the two are virtually inseparable. kat has no time for her, knowing the shit she has pulled on bianca before, and she highly suspects chastity would do the same all over again if an opportunity arose. she still hooks up with joey, from time to time. joey donner - kat's ex, the man she lost her virginity to, and the very man who inspired her to turn to feminism in the first place. while he doesn't orbit her too often, sometimes she ends up in the same room as him thanks to chastity, and the fact he also lives in los angeles. she still gets a kick telling everyone about the time a teenage girl broke his nose. he insists on being referred to by his full name, like a reverse cher.

[paduahighalum]

kat's estranged mother, vivienne, is her greatest opp, even a solid 22 years after abandoning their family. once kat's father found out that vivienne was cheating - and had been for the majority of their marriage - rather than face any consequences, she opted to simply abandon the family in the middle of the night. despite repeated attempts to reconcile with kat, she refuses to let vivienne back into her life. she saw her mother for the first time in over a decade some years ago, and hasn't seen her since. this isn't for lack of vivienne trying. kat's sister, bianca, is close now with their mother, and keeps vivienne updated on kat's life despite her chagrin. that being said, bianca also keeps her sister up to date on her mother's latest escapades, including her determination to run a successful mlm, funded by her latest victim rich boyfriend.

[paduahighalum]

cameron is bianca's husband, and father to kat's niece and nephew. he works as a french translator and tour guide in the centre of seattle, but also picks up shifts working with patrick at his garage when he needs the help. having settled down in washington post high school after a lifetime of moving around thanks to his father's position in the army, cameron feels a need to be kept busy at all times. hence his 2.5 jobs, the raising of 2 kids, and helping bianca shoot content when needed. on the outside, everyone knows that cameron has been loyal to bianca since day dot, and the pair were always destined to be happily married. one day, whilst having a deep heart to heart with kat, he confided in his sister in law that he may not have been entirely straight, and may not have been entirely faithful to bianca whilst she was away for work. kat confided in him about their mother's indiscretions, and both of them plagued with their secrets that they still hide from bianca to this day. cameron and kat remain close still, tied together by the secrets they keep. and their shared love of music, but mostly the secrets.

[paduahighalum]

walter is kat's father who primarily raised her and her sister bianca on his own after his wife, vivienne, left the family. kat was rebellious as a teen, often rallying against her father despite his best intentions. regarding him as somewhat overbearing, their relationship has settled as she has gotten older. a renowned neo-natal surgeon, he often visits his daughter in los angeles, long distance dating a nurse who lives not too far from her apartment building that he met at a work conference. he did plan to move to los angeles, as he's closer to kat than he is to her sister, but she convinced him to stay where his career is steady and well regarded. and for her own personal space. kat doesnt let him know when her mother tries to get in touch, her father requesting to be 'kept out of it'.

[paduahighalum]

kat's best friend, and someone she considers a second sister. they've known each other since the first day of high school and have been virtually inseparable ever since. mandella moved to new york with kat, opting to work in the city over going to college, wanting to throw herself entirely into their band and her own theatre career; aching to be on broadway. she has been with her boyfriend, michael, since high school also; he moved alongside her and kat to the city to pursue a career in finance, ever the devoted partner. mandella has worked in different aspects of the theatre ever since they made it to new york, but the second kat mentioned wanting to move to la, she jumped at the chance. she felt a level of imposter syndrome in new york, and felt it'd be easier to get ahead in the world of the stage out west. still alongside kat in completely wretched as the band's guitarist and backing vocalist, she also works sound at the pantages theatre in between auditions, partially kept afloat by michael's illustrious finance career - not that she'd ever admit that to anyone. not even kat.

[paduahighalum]

kat's high school sweetheart and ex-boyfriend. he was her first love, but also the first person to betray her deeply. more than once. from the day they made things official in senior year, they were close to inseparable until kat left for new york. patrick opted to stay in seattle, working as a mechanic's apprentice before going on to take over the shop once the owner passed. they opted to maintain a long-distance relationship, and while it was difficult, kat naively believed they loved each other enough to make it work. and they did, for a number of years, through regular communication and frequent visits. they had their ups and downs like any couple, but it wasn't until he flew her estranged mother out to new york against her wishes that she realised just how little he knew her; how her increasing fear that he'd seen her as an ideal of what he wanted rather than a person who was growing came to reality. when that realisation hit her, she flew home to confront her ex, breaking up with him in the same high school parking lot that they first solidified their relationship in. she has seen patrick once or twice in the years since, mostly when she's home in seattle visiting her father and sister, filled with a deep rooted rage each and every time. recently, he's been making more of an effort to reach out, despite very publicly having 'moved on' - though kat wonders if, like her, if he ever has.

[paduahighalum]

bianca is the younger half sister of kat, and her polar opposite. always the popular girl in school, bianca seemingly had her shit together from a very early age. something that kat admired and envied in equal parts. she married her high school sweetheart cameron as soon as they graduated college, having two children in quick succession. a stay at home mom in washington, she turned to running a cooking blog that became an overnight success - anything bianca turned her hand to turned to gold, it always had. within months she was offered her own cooking show on the food network, becoming the nation's culinary sweetheart with a line of cookware in walmart, book deals and more. she's currently working on opening her first restaurant in their hometown of seattle, naming it 'stratford's'. she wasn't old enough to remember her mom's indiscretions, not holding quite the same resentment as her older sister. bianca still doesn't know to this day that walter isn't her real father, and is ultimately the reason that her and kat's mother left; her existence the product of an extra marital affair. kat tries not to hold it over her, opting to protect her from the truth even 28 years later. kat and bianca's relationship like a ticking timebomb for when bianca may one day learn the truth.

[completelywretched]

going to start running a queue of all the characters that are npcs in kats little world now that i've finally written bios and gotten fcs for everyone everyone cheer <3

[juliandevereaux]

headphones on, julian bops his head to the music blasting into his ears as he takes a final stack of new records and begins to adhere price stickers onto them, elated at being so close to clocking out. there's nothing better than the prospect of a local show after a long day.

the air shifts just behind him, and he pulls off his headphones, jaw set and expecting everett to bitch to him about something as a bid to keep him at the store longer. when he sees kat instead his expression softens, but it falters when she says patrick's name.

he regrets the words that come out of his mouth at first impulse, knowing it isn't fair of him to expect kat to forget someone who had been such a pivotal part of her final year of high school and beyond. if imari were still alive, julian knows full well that a part of himself would remain in a state of pining.

❝ i didn't mean that, i just . . . ❞ he puts the sticker sheet down and places his headphones on the table, walking over to kat and giving her a hug. ❝ why's he even bothering you? didn't you say he has a new girl? ❞

[completelywretched]

kat didn't have it in her to look julian in the eye, for fear that she'd cry. kat stratford did not cry outside the comfort of her solitude, not even in front of jules.

"no, you meant it, and i want to. i need to," she spoke into julian's chest as he held her, hugging him back tighter than she possibly ever had before.

"its been five years, i'm going to guess that's why. he had a big thing for half decade anniversaries." it wasn't an excuse for patrick to dare make communication, but kat had a habit of explaining away the reasons people hurt her. while she was a hater at her core, parts of her did try to give the benefit of the doubt. it was her fatal flaw.

she pulled back from julian just slightly, aware she was likely crushing his chest at this point. "he has a new girl but like... i dont know, cameron said he's seen them around seattle and they both look miserable, which should bring me incredible joy, but... id rather he just didn't exist at all."

julian knew about what patrick had done, and she was thankful someone in la understood. kat had told him she'd picked out an engagement ring and a dress, had a note in her journal of their kids names. 8 years was a long fucking time.

wanting to busy her hands, she sat on the floor by the stack of records and took hold of the stickers, starting to help julian with what she assumed was his final task of the day.

"today is the one day a year i let myself wallow in it. think about what could've been or whatever. i dont want to bring the vibe down but it's just... i didnt expect to hear from him. im fucking sick of that kangaroo cunt haunting me. we're going to have a good night tonight, though. promise. you up for starting a mosh pit?"

[juliandevereaux]

the sight of kat is enough to tell julian that something has gone very, very wrong. even through the slight haze of smoke. he looks around the lot for the familiar car and sees nothing; only the store's van and his own beat-up convertible.

shit.

❝ no fucking way. she's really gone? fuck. ❞ he knows how attached kat is to her car, how it likely had been her first taste of freedom and independence when she'd lived in washington.

❝ shut up, you know you don't have to pay me back. here. take this. i'm trying to cut down on how many curbs i jump. ❞ julian hands her the joint again and takes a large swig of water from the hydroflask he'd stolen from a secondhand store eons ago. the stickers on it are holding on for dear life at this point, most of them peeling or in a state of decomposition.

❝ first order of business: we gotta get your ass to the venue and then we can figure out how to move ruby. ❞

[completelywretched]

kat takes what remains of the joint a little too gleefully, preparing to find a solace by taking another pull. "at least take advantage of the free shit backstage tonight, there's always too much anyway."

coughing again, she realises she herself has had enough, stomping out the tiny end that's left before helping herself to julian's water.

"can we ride with the top down to the venue? that could fix me for about 10 minutes. won't help with the death of my first born, but it could come close."

kat was being facetious, but only barely; she really did struggle to comprehend her next move. typically she'd call her dad and beg for help, but at 30 years old, she didn't want to have to call her daddy every time she had a major issue. she felt like she was setting back feminism every time she had to ask him for help, father or not.

she took out her phone to check the time, realising they'd have to hit the bricks sooner than later. "do you think the bass is gonna fit? i already called mandella to ask to borrow her spare amp, mine was way too heavy to carry on... the metro," she shuddered, recalling the odious 30 minutes she spent fraternising with gen pop on the bus.

"how successfully do you think the two of us could use jumper cables, by the way? where do you get them, actually?"

[juliandevereaux]

❝ i know, i know. i feel bad enough as it is, don't rub lemon in the fucking wound. ❞ he really needs to find a new excuse as to why his pants are unavailable for his manager to rip off, because accidentally placing a curse on his grandmother is not the route julian wants to go down.

curious, he waits and watches in silence once kat makes her declaration to remedy things. this is not a situation he has much hope in, but as he realizes what she's doing, he wonders how he hadn't thought of doing so himself before today.

❝ holy shit, ❞ julian says when he gets a better look at kat's penmanship. okay, so maybe he wouldn't have been able to do as good of a job as her, not with how nearly identical the scrawled name is to the others above and below it. ❝ he's gonna think he has early-onset dementia. ❞

not that he wouldn't completely deserve it. julian won't lie — there are days where everett's mood swings give him cause to want to quit. but he loves it here; loves his other coworkers and the handful of regulars they get who just want a safe place to browse and ask for recs. julian loves that part of the job the most, and he always feels a sense of accomplishment when a customer brings one of his recs up to the register to purchase it.

❝ dinner it is. god, i just hope he isn't a fucking douche. a mini everett is the last thing we need around here. come on, i still got the new releases for you. ❞

[completelywretched]

"respectfully, i hope he does have early on-set. might allow you to start tricking him into more nights off to see the band play. is that evil of me? i could probably get a spell on etsy, if you wanted. i know a witch," kat smirked at julian as she admired her handiwork. not bad for a bitch who hadn't forged a note in 12 years.

taking the sheet, she waved it to help the ink dry that bit quicker, careful to ensure it wouldn't smudge. at this point, she was just as curious as julian - a new face was always fun, she thought. "and it better be a nice dinner too," kat warned, poking julian's chest.

dropping the schedule back where she found it, giving it a kiss in the hopes it'd bring good luck, kat tucked a phantom stray of hair behind her ear as she considered julian's statement.

"i mean, if we know anything about everett, i doubt it's a mini him. he's probably hired someone fuckable, or that he thinks is, anyway. maybe you guys really do need hr, before he makes santi his next victim."

scoping the new releases before they hit the floor was kat's favourite part of the week. outside of work, her entire life in los angeles had become music, and it was all she'd ever wanted. between playing shows and songwriting, she cherished the time she got to spend at the store absorbing other's work, thankful for a friend that enabled her so.

"show me your recs first, i need to judge you a little bit. have to humble you before your big first shift with the new guy, can't have you coming in here too hot. though, he could like that... anyway, please don't tell me that new gwen stefani is there. did you hear the bitch is a christian shilling her god squad music on the shopping network now? if tony kanal were dead, he'd be spinning in his grave."

[juliandevereaux]

❝ yeah, ❞ julian agrees as he takes a moment to ponder the notion, lighting both his and kat's cigarettes, ❝ but then i'd probably have to suck a lot of dicks that are subpar. can't be too picky in prison. ❞

humming thoughtfully, he tries to put himself in kat's shoes. after about three seconds he decides that he's far too petty to let patrick's bullshit slide. julian isn't above thoughts of arson when he's heartbroken, despite those instances being few and far between thanks to the wall he's built around his heart in the last decade.

❝ oh come on, don't show me that shit. you know i hate that bitch and his stupid fucking six-pack. why couldn't he have started balding after high school and knocked some redneck up instead? ❞

he scrolls anyway, turning his head away from kat out of courtesy to exhale. patrick is so not julian's type, but he can understand the appeal he holds for the general population.

❝ i dunno, i should ask a dilf on tinder about it. oh! that reminds me, ❞ he says as he hands the phone back and takes his out of his pocket, ❝ i need to harass pattycakes on twitter from my burner again. i'm up to ten consecutive days now of telling him he sucks ass. ❞

[completelywretched]

"i mean, if rumours are to be believed, he was balding, before an all too convenient vacation to turkey. hairline's been looking a little too full since then."

kat knew it wasn't healthy for her to still be hung up on her ex. it stopped her from fully moving on beyond a handful of casual flings and hook-ups, but when she was hearing about him from her best friend from back home and her sister every 2 minutes, it made it hard to forget.

"are there a lot of dilf's on tinder? do you think you could find me a sugar daddy? i'm gonna be short on rent this month otherwise, unless i sell some used panties or something," kat jokes, with a mild degree of truth behind her words, taking back her phone.

watching as julian digitally harassed her ex, she was beyond thankful to have a friend like him. he was one of her highlights of living out in la. it's far from where she envisioned herself ending up, but she wouldn't trade it, now.

kat took a long drag from her cigarette, leaning back on her elbows to exhale toward the sky, making a pitiful attempt at blowing smoke rings whilst julian worked his digital magic.

"speaking of sucking ass, i saw everett in trader joes earlier. motherfucker pretended like he didn't know me. made real sure that he remembered, i don't think i've ever seen a grown man look so embarrassed, im only sad i forgot to take a pic for you. is he still on your ass? ... literally and or professionally."