𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 ℊ𝒽ℴ𝓈𝓉

don't it beat a slow dance to death? adiya kaur. twenty-five

[dikaur]

                    ADIYA KAUR.        a twenty five year old scorpio      so    MEAN FUNNY    is kind of her thing.   she’s lived in roswell    all of her life    and resides in the     aurora apartments    currently:        sustains a living thanks to her crew member position at cosmic candy and the money her grandmother sends to her once every few months.    fun fact: she met chris hemsworth’s stunt double and won’t shut up about it

no tragic backstory here, unfortunately.  while her parents could be strict growing up:  sleepovers only on weekends,  curfew at 10 PM, no cell phone until she was fourteen.  she was loved by them very much, held a lot as a child, hugged every day and told she was important.     boring, sure, but at least she doesn’t have any of the icky trauma that those with shitty biological parents have:  (RE. SOGGY)

a white youth pastor told a 10 year old adiya that her dreams of being the first female president was unlikely so, out of spite,  she worked ten times harder than all of her peers to prove him wrong.   the plan was to become valedictorian in her local high school where she’d give a really nice speech then add “oh and fuck you pastor armstrong” at the end of it but .... then he died... so she figured it was in poor taste.     ( also she never made valedictorian ) 

anyway,  she was a straight a student, a bona fide nerd who wore braces up until the age of eighteen if that gives you any inkling of who she was in high school.  

she lived with her mom,  father,  and grandma kaur on lunar.  again  ,  very loved   but right after graduating high school her grandmother became sick and her parents were unable to take care of her.  it was either send her to a nursing home or adiya put a hold on colleges to step up to the plate,  so she did.  grandma got better and they hired a live - in nurse when adiya was twenty,  so she skipped on over to accept her enrollment at the university of new mexico.

that shit was truly life changing.  she had her first kiss at twenty - one,   went to third base with some dude in a frat and took so many fireball shots that she blacked out for the first time when she was twenty - three.     by the way,   she was a hot girl.      or maybe she just acted like she was.    putting herself in extremely frightening situations was so riveting that adiya realized she had sheltered herself from all of the fun things growing up because of her grudge.  so,  while she graduated with a bachelor’s in research science (to be a chemist!),  she did fuck all with it and decided to move into the aurora apartments six months ago.

PERSONALITY . 

she is... interesting !    but she’s new  .   so this is a little bare while i still try to get to know her.

                             entp    ,     7w8      sanguine  ,     ethical slut  ,    caring                       admirer of hugs ,   vulgar  ,  makes a lot of confusing euphemisms.        has a list on her notes of celebrity men and women she’d love to ( EXPLICIT EXPLICIT )

CONNECTIONS .

childhood friends or people who knew adiya growing up!      ride or die  .    best friends  .   drunk friends  . all friends  .   enemies ( she’s a lot )  .   crush  .  a casual hook up or one night stand   .   neighbors .   roommate   

[dikaur]

raina !​

        “ i mean, push comes to shove, i’m a nurse, so i got you. ” raina exclaimed, tapping her tails against the surface very gently. it was hard to hear it over the amount of people talking in the 21+ tent. raina was, surprisingly, only on her second drink of the night. she didn’t think this was an event that she should go all out on, so she made a mental note to cut herself off if she thought she was going a little bit too far. the person near her, however, seemed to be having a blast just drinking. “ how many people have you seen in that exact costume? ” she knew there was at least one present tonight, but she figured there had to have been to cause a reaction like that. “ i’ve already been scared a few times tonight, but where exactly do you wanna go? there’s still a few i haven’t done yet! ”

     “  don’t threaten me with a good time,  i might go into cardiac arrest just to test your skills.  ”    she hopes the fact that it’s a joke isn’t lost on raina’s end ,    although with the conversations prior she wouldn’t be surprised if it were.       “  i’ve seen enough of them to use my imagination tonight.  ”      EVER SO CLASSY  adiya.  followed by a wink just to make matters worse.   “  i’m not like a fear girl.  the world we live in is horrifying enough, if i wanted a group of people trying to freak me out i’d get on a subway in new york  city  for free,  i am good.  ”    granted she meant every word of it,  having barely watched scary movies as she got older.   “  but my insta’s been dry as fuck  lately so let’s hit up that hayride.  ”

[dikaur]

ro​ !

Ro was in the middle of taking a swig of his spooky cocktail when he heard Adiya’s comment about Halloween, a curious brow quirked, he turned to look at her as he finished his sip. “I was going to question what makes Halloween sexy, but the more I think about it, I can see why that’s a stupid question.” He snorts as he takes another swig of his drink, perhaps he should’ve known that after his fifth Sweet Poison Cocktail, he was going to start feeling the affects of the alcohol in his system sooner rather than later. As much of an adrenaline junkie as he was that didn’t stop the small cluster of butterflies that always formed in his stomach when he knew he was about to do something that would his blood pumping. The girl next to him had a personality that was contagious, as in, he was drawn to her almost instantly just by the first comment she made about Halloween! She was definitely making his drinking experience here a lot better, naturally he wanted her to be his adventure buddy of the night, and he was honored to know she had agreed to spend a little bit of time with him. “Try not to need resuscitation, please, I don’t know if you’d want these lips trying to save you. I don’t know the first thing of giving CPR! I’d end up accidentally just kissing you while you lay there needing air,” he snorted, shaking his head. “Anyway! I’ve got tits and they want to get scared, so let’s go do it! Where do you want to go first? I’m feeling Haunted House vibes right now, but I’m down for anything.”

SHE’S A MILE A MINUTE  kind of girl,   an advertisement for the pros of adderall when adiya really gets going,  and the lack of hesitancy on ro’s end only amped up that side of her.  it encouraged that insatiable craving of a rush.  while most would get that craving satisfied by bungee jumping or cave diving,  she was getting hers satisfied by having strangers scare her.   tomato,  to-mah-toe.   “   yes !   yes,   i  drank so much i’m on my european shit right now.  ”    her hands are balled into fists,  peeling on her tippy - toes in excitement.    “   umm,  okay,  we should,   obviously,   go to the boat first,  right ?   i feel like that’ll be the most popular one because it sounds cooler so it’s better to get it over with now before this place gets overcrowded with all the teenagers who snuck out of their house to be here.    ”     certainly she was never one of those teenagers  ( nor was she ever invited ),   but she always saw their snapchats.   “  but we should probably take one shot before we go,  yeah ?  ”

[dikaur]

striker !​

if it was tits at stake , striker cannon had more to lose than most . his plaid shirt — his usual uniform , adjusted by a mere shift from red to pink — was carelessly unbuttoned a little too far and his headband ( with two oversized eyes cut from cardboard and glued haphazardly on ) pushed back artificial brunette to grant male better view of the decoration . he was sure , out of the plethora of costumed youths , he’d be one of the only individuals to not be asked for ID when he bought — or attempted to barter for —  a cocktail . “ now , las’ i heard , you ain’t s’posed to objectify people no more , “ wrinkled features were awash with genuine concern ; blame it on undiagnosed neurodivergence , but the oldest of the cannon three never had been adept at discerning joke from sincerity . “ i was all for us turnin’ up with mini skirts but the other guys shot me in the damn balls fer comin’ up with that idea . we’re lumped with the levi’s now , which means we jus’ pissed away our chances of winning nothin’ in the competition !! “ not that he’d ever won much ( outside of the clarkesville county fair jumbo crop contest ; his ribbon had been stolen from the real victor , yet he’d insist that still counted ) . tugging at the hem of his shirt , the male added , “ where we off t’ ?? i ain’t goin’ back to the tractor yet . i wan’ be able to enjoy this damn thing . “

          IT’S A WAVE OF HER HAND   that responds to the objectification call out,   as if it had only been a miniscule part of their conversation and not at all a reason for genuine concern.  she’s feeling far too loose to justify  explain   her joke.          brown hues give him a once over when he finishes talking  - not in the objectifying manner they were speaking about previously,  this time it was purely professional  -   one foot to step back,  head tilted.    “  you shoulda opted for the mini skirts on top of the levi’s, that way everyone’s masculinity stays intact and it’s also fucking hilarious.  ”     not that she had any room to be giving costume advice considering hers was meant to be the physical embodiment of a colorless gas.      “  anyways,  you got my vote.  you boys are like the hemsworth brothers of roswell with,  like,  none   of you being the ugly irrelevant one.  ”    and for someone who met chris hemsworth’s stunt double  (her)  she feels she can speak honestly.   “  i’d vote for you if you dressed as literal turds.  ”      then,   an exclamation made with more enthusiasm than she mustered all night,  thanks to the drinks:     “  dope,  let’s fucking do it !    yes !   let’s go to the circus one first.  you good with clowns ?  do you faint easily ?    because i’m not and i do so one of us will need the core stability and upper arm strength to get the other through.  ”    and if it weren’t already obvious,   she chose striker to be that person.

[dikaur]

talonayaz​

“i need you to not look directly at me when i say this – there was a really hot pennywise in the cornfield, and even though i’m sure dude was just lost on the way to the circus tent or whatever, i’ve been thinking about them since i got off the stupid tractor. like, the tim curry pennywise, and if you ask me to unpack a single bit of that, i’m walking into the woods and you’ll never see me again.” entirely negating every word that just came out of her mouth, talon pulled a face. 

“the purge dudes?” she asked, too bold a judgment draped over her words for someone who was just speaking a bit too reverently about a circus clown, but talon wasn’t going to let a little thing like strange hypocrisy stop her now. her eyes flashed wide at the sudden prospect of leaving the tent, looking at the still mostly full drink in her hand like it were the scariest thing she’d encountered so far. she tapped her cup against adiya’s in an unwitting toast before raising it. “to facing our fears and shit,” she said, an ever-classless master of ceremonies. she tipped back her cup, chugging as though time were actually of the essence. really, she could’ve taken her time with it – she liked the theatrics, though. finishing with a wince, she took a breath through her nose, and nodded. “alright. what first? i was kind of thinking the lab, because as much i’d like to have another run-in with my maybe soulmate, my ego can’t handle a funhouse mirror until i’ve had at least two more drinks.”

          “  no, you cannot tell me that pennywise, of all horror villains, gets your engine revving and then judge me for my completely tasteful mask fetish. it doesn’t work that way.  ”       it’s all in good fun;  lacking any actual offense as her lips push into a smile and while she’d like to argue the absurdity of it being tim curry’s pennywise that seemingly dampened her friend and not bill skarsgård’s,   she opts out.       when talon chugs the drink  - like a fucking champ -  adiya’s fingers curl into a fist,  pumping into the air while chanting, chug , repeatedly in her best FRAT BOY impression.      her lips push downward at the finish,  impressed.       “  damn girl !  you’re make the lohan family look amish with that chug, it got me a little worked up.  ” 

there’s a nod at the current set plans,  “  lab first.  ”  she obliges,  and just when she had come to the assumption that she had somehow learned to better handle her alcohol,  one step out of the tent humbled her again.     “  and then,  ooh  -    i have a friend in witch’s hovel.   then  we, obviously, come back for a tequila shot, get us a little more loosey goosey and if there’s any room in  my mental head space for that black lagoon boat ride:   we gotta do it.   ”    CONFIDENTLY SPOKEN despite the fact that her game plans never follow through the way they’re supposed to.  she has faith in herself tonight.  

[dikaur]

status:   open @roswellstarters​

location:  21 + tent  / anywhere!

         “  halloween is literally the sexiest holiday.  it’s the one day of the year i actually want to objectify people.  ”     the admission is spoken to whoever is closest,  a cocktail in her hand -  the fourth of the night  -   that’s two sips away from needing to be replaced. adiya is holding it together for now at least,  for the only thing giving away her intoxication is the swaying of her limbs.      “  metaphorically,  obviously,  because,  you know,  objectification is  never  okay,  ”     pause,    “  but  if i see one more dude wearing a purge mask in a compression tee shirt i might need resuscitated.  ”   it’s then that her fingers drum on a fold up table,  bottom lip caught between her teeth.     “  alright,  i’m boozed up,   you ready to get scared titless tonight ?  ”

[dikaur]

mattie !

open starter / location: outside knock knock ( @roswellstarters​ ) 

“c'mon, it won’t be that bad” mattie says, at the two stand outside of the knock knock exprience, “i’ll hold your hand throughout the entire thing if you want”. tonight mattie wanted to do everything, she’d been excited for shocktober for weeks now, “and we can get food afterwards, i thought we could do the boat ride next”. 

           “  mattie, babe,  the last time i said yes to someone against my better judgement i ended up buying a gabbie hanna poetry book.   ”   pause,  for dramatic effect.   “  and reading it. ”   which was not adiya’s best moment.       a straw sits between her lips afterward,  using it to take a sip of one of the mixed drinks bought from the 21+ tent.  the crinkle of her visage that happens then is more out of thought than because of the drink.   “  so you’re set on it ?  no bribing you out of it ?  ”

[dikaur]

               ADIYA KAUR    as    FORMULA  CO2

because there’s nothing sexier than oxygen and carbon atoms and too much of it is deadly. @rocketfm

[dikaur]

 rollo !

halloween event @roswellstarters​​

Rollo had attached their demon tail to the fanny pack they were wearing. It was currently hidden beneath the shirt of their outfit. Their face was painted red and black, and the rest of their body had matching colours. They didn’t think they looked perfectly the part, but in the dark nobody cared, as long as you played it well. And it was easy to scare people who knew they were going to be scared. 

“Hi, hello, Uhm, we’re closed for thirty so everyone can grab some food,” they said when someone walked up to the closed ticket booth.

       “  shit,  for real ?  ”     that’s not disappointment in her timbre ,   it’s the sound of relief,  being denied entry after barely getting the guts to buy a ticket  ?    it was heaven.     “  have you gone through it yourself yet or are you also completely sane  ?    i feel like paying to get the shit scared out of you is like this close,  ”   shown by slight space between two fingers,   “  to being qualified for the DSM - 5.   at least when you’re sober.  ”

[dikaur]

suraj-s-dream​:

Suraj, who normally had more moderate reactions to most jokes people made, actually laughed. They had made up some expectations about the gif that Adiya would share with them, and this was not at all what they expected, but they could somehow see it all happening in their head. From the sight of Adiya writing the message, to someone receiving it. “That’s wise,” they agreed. “Though the idea you had was pretty funny,” they said. 

They chuckled as Adiya spoke, dictating her email before completely letting it go. Suraj’s fingers worked to fill in the rest, ending with the send off that she wanted to use, whether or not she actually wanted to keep it in her message, they couldn’t be sure, but because this was Adiya, and they liked Adiya, it seemed like it would be a good joke. They checked the four lines again - having learned to keep it short, though because Adiya wanted to keep the door open, they also put some sympathy in there - as the questions were directed their way. 

They had planned on staying longer than it would take to write this message, it wasn’t like reading someone’s essay. Suraj saw the situation between them as kind of normal, Adiya kept some distance, though instead of her talking, she was asking questions. Which was new, but appreciated. “Uhm, I guess I do, though I wouldn’t say making burgers and fries is something I do at home as well,” they said with a smile. “I like to make the dishes my mom makes, so more traditional Massari things,” they said. “I can make you some if you’d like to try some day?” They asked. They bit their lip at the question about the alcohol, it wasn’t a straightforward answer, but it wasn’t a straight-forward question. The reason they were so comfortable around Adiya was perhaps also because in some way they shared a culture. “Kind of,” they said. “It used to be, when I would only be allowed to drink at religious occasions. Now I just don’t… like the idea of losing control to it.”

          she leans closer,  only slightly,  just enough to get a peek at what they were typing,  and as an impressed   hm  hums from her mouth, she sits back.    “ see,  i knew you’d be the right person to ask. you’re like the linus pauling of words, except less about synthetic plasma and more about articulation.  ”    she’s convinced she’d still be typing up the subject if it were left up to her.

        there’s a surge of energy that courses through her,   not like she lost any since they knocked at her door but a new sense of excitement when something as minimal as cooking for her came up.   “  yeah  ?  ”    perhaps cooking food for another isn’t inherently romantic,  they do it for work after all,  but the future possibilities,  the second wind of  WE SHOULD DO THIS AGAIN:   that’s what excited her.        “  i’d love that,  we can swap dishes.  like a two person potluck.  ”   in an attempt to play it cool,   she spoke too soon.   cooking had never been her strong suit.      “  or you can cook for me and i’ll judge it like i’m gordon ramsay.  ”    better.  a fake accent and performance felt more up her alley.

               “  that makes sense, drinking is shit anyway.  ”   the irony wasn’t lost on adiya but it shined a spotlight on their differences.   a mild loss of control for someone whose high school was filled to the brim with a rigid study schedule and inflexible revenge plan was exactly why she did like to drink.   suraj,  on the other hand,  seemed to be a lot more put together in that way.   she was the loose thread on the end of a shirt sleeve and they were a perfectly hemmed piece of fabric.      “  i think my parents would kill me if they knew i drank.      i love them but we live by a very strict       don’t ask,   don’t tell policy.  it’s more comfortable that way.  ”      there’s ease in the way she sits now, still keeping a safe distance but this time she wasn’t tensed up while doing so.   adiya had never considered herself an outright selfish person but  it’s fair to say she spent most of her relationships    talking   instead of listening.  it’s not the same with suraj.

            “  tell me about your family,  are you close with your parents ?  are they still in mumbai ?  ”

[dikaur]

suraj !

Suraj, oblivious to people’s thoughts when it came to anything other than friendship, chuckled. Their sisters always had great joy when it came to their lack of recognition, the times they would run around and whisper to their mother about the girls who would follow Suraj home, or the ones who would come around to study. Suraj themself hadn’t noticed until much later that there was any type of interest there aside from wanting to be friendship. 

“I did, not a lot, but just enough to come off as if I know my craft,” they said, grinning as they followed Adiya back. “What was your original idea?” They asked, though they had some idea of what it could’ve been. They’d known each other for a while now, Suraj felt like they understood her likes and dislikes, her humour - which was either the right amount or a little too much for them - and her dreams for the future. They did want to give her a role in their movie when they finally got working on it, if only because the amount of effort she’d put into convincing them. 

Suraj took a seat, their laptop out on their lap, one leg folded under the other. They open up Pages, thinking they could airdrop the email to her eventually. They lean back, eight fingers on the keyboard as they watch her instead of the screen, fingers finding the small squares to find the F and the J. “I think it would depend on the type of relationship you have with your boss, but it can’t hurt, right,” they said with a laugh.

             “  my original idea,  thank you for asking,  was a middle finger emoji  and,  ”     it only takes a few clicks on her phone to bring up the rest of her previously thought-out (or lack thereof) message.   “  this gif.     it’s from the office.  ”     pride resides in her voice like it lives there.  “  but then i was like,  maybe i should keep my door for this job open, you know ?  in case i don’t find anywhere else.  ”

              she had found herself scooting back to allow more space for suraj when they sat.  not wanting to come on too strong,  pulling her knee closer to her.  and immediately,  almost as soon as,  her face lights up at their laugh.  as if the simple sound of it were contagious.      “  right,  okay.  ”    brown hues observe  the way their fingers placed on the keyboard like they belonged there;  endearing.     “  dear to whom it may concern, i,  adiya kaur, am sorry to tell you that i will be putting in my two week notice.  ”    she’ll have to use her professional email to send it.   a resignation letter coming from an email account called:  BOATZNHOES096  probably won’t be taken too seriously.  besides,  it would be embarrassing to repeat that email name aloud to suraj.  not as if they know her as anything besides a ridiculously vulgar  person  -  she spent countless times after their conversations beating herself up over the things she’s said  -    still,  she doesn’t want to push it.   “  and   blah, blah, blah.    i trust you to zhoosh it up.  ”

           in spite of the fabrication told to get them here  ( a very tiny white lie, she’d argue )   she  didn’t want to spend the whole time strewing words along for them to type.    finding herself insanely bored of it already,   adiya had more interest in getting to know suraj.       “  so,  do you like to cook ?  ”   her chin moves to rest on the knee that was propped up.     “   i know you do it for work but do you genuinely like it ?   and do you just not drink alcohol for religious reasons or ?  just because of the orange juice thing,  i was wondering.  ”   she’s proud of herself for leaving the:  HAVE YOU EVER DATED ANYONE question out for this round.

[dikaur]

simba !​

Simba loved spooky season. Halloween was not a thing in France, at least not when he was still living there, and he had some problems getting with it after moving to the United States, but as soon as he had kids: he understood. Or at least he felt like he did. He was rummaging through the dvd section of the appliances store, looking up at the first person he saw. “Quick, what’s the latest fun halloween movie to come out?” ( @roswellstarters​ )

              “  bodies,  bodies,  bodies.  ”     spoken with not even an ounce of hesitation in her voice when the question was asked.  that movie, to adiya, was fucking legendary.   “  or that super sexy vampire movie that just came out. ”     all she knows is neither would be found in the DVD section of an appliance store.      “  did you expect to find anything later than the first scream movie here ?  ”   she asks,  fingers perusing the disc cases themselves.     “  professor gano,  ”    she starts,  the name used as a term of endearment from someone who was never his student.     “  i did my research,   your RATEMYPROFESSOR profile is,  like,  way too poppin’  for you to be acting so lame.  i didn’t even know they still made dvds.  ”

[dikaur]

jaden !

satellite sports complex!  ( open for — @roswellstarters​​ )

since the accident that had stolen not only his leg but his confidence , jaden had strayed from crossing the threshold of satellite sports complex . in his mind , if he simply avoided returning to the pitches he had once frequented daily after high school , he would never need to come to the realisation that he hadn’t the stamina he used to . full health or not , it would have inevitably been a shock to the system , a man of the wrong side of thirty versus a slender teenager at the top of his game . either way , basketball in hand , a deep breath was pulled to inflate his chest and , eyes closed , the rough orange plastic left his fingertips .. to circle the hoop , and plunge within the net !! squeaking in excitement , his brunette head whirled to the nearest onlooker , “ — did you see that ?! “

                 there is one reason and one reason only adiya is here and this time it’s not solely for the very attractive front desk woman that originally convinced her to get the membership.    in fact it was the opposite.  it was to cancel the annual membership she rarely used in an attempt to prioritize her money.   but what was one more walk through ?   evidently not dressed for the current establishment,  with sandaled heels clicking across the court as she approaches her friend who was incredibly too focused on their own task at hand.    her jaw is dropped when jaden notices she’s there,  clear excitement shown, only amplifying at his excitement.    “  hell yeah i saw it,  my guy,  bring it in !  ”   her fingers are tucked into her palm, arm moving in his direction to in an attempt to bump their fists.     “  i mean,  what the fuck,  you’re telling me you could have been making us lebron money this entire time ?  ”   and by us she,  of course, means her and buffy.  

[dikaur]

sofia !

status: open @roswellstarters​ location: main street  date: 1st october 

          SOFIA  was  one  of  those  people  that  absolutely  loved  Halloween,   so  knowing  that  Roswell  was  one  of  those  towns  that  had  a  celebration  made  them  really  excited  to  see  what  would  happen.   A  costume  contest  sounded  great,   Sofia  was  already  brainstorming  costume  ideas.   Personally,   they  were  always  the  one  to  go  over  the  top  when  it  came  to  costumes.   “Hey,   have  you  lived  here  long?   What  do  they  usually  do  for  Halloween  around  here?   Are  there  parties?   How  soon  should  I  start  preparing?   I  need  to  get  some  fun  stuff  for  my  house  to  decorate.” 

            “  dude,  you’re super cute but did you skip a dose of adderall this morning ?   that was all just like   so much  at once.  you’re like a verbal embodiment of nick cannon’s sperm, just,  ”     fingers are used to gesture a form of splattering,        “  spitting that shit out.  ”     and if adiya weren’t the exact same way,  she probably wouldn’t have been able to pick up on everything asked.      “  okay, one:   i’ve lived her forever,  this town’s obsessed with the mysterious alien thing so they go all out for halloween.  it’s actually super charming.     two:   yes,   there will be halloween parties,  i always crash a few so if you wanna tag along, by all means.    and  three:   you should have started preparing a month ago.  ”   she wishes she were exaggerating.   “  no worries,  to every over-priced halloween decoration sold here in roswell,  there’s a very, very, cheap version online.   ”   

[dikaur]

 malik​

time: 12:18 pm location: somewhere near main street status: open ( @roswellstarters​ )

It feels like it’s been a lifetime since Malik’s had a crowd all to themself. While they don’t necessarily crave the star power that most musicians foam at the mouth for, the appreciation he receives from a solo act is rewarding in its own right. The tips from locals and tourists alike don’t hurt, either. A nice street performance keeps his heart pumping steadily and proudly in his chest, leaves a pleasant buzz in his fingertips. Which apparently also means losing a bit of sensation…

While he’s managed to slip his guitar case shut, click the latches into place, a twenty dollar bill slips free and takes pleasure in a little joy ride on the wind. Malik’s chasing after it, their legs striding and scurrying in an attempt to catch up.

By the time they manage, the bill’s in someone else’s hands, and Malik is battling for air. Once they straighten up, they say, “I’ll trade ya for a five if you wanna be nice and give it back.”

   NOT EVERYTHING IS A SIGN.    a lesson she had to learn over the years,   not even when a twenty dollar bill seemed to be literally floating towards her  ,   and especially not when that twenty dollar bill was followed by someone rushing behind it.  she knew it wasn’t for her so the thought of pocketing the lost money hadn’t even crossed her mind.  not that she would if it did,  with a guilty conscious that could swallow her whole.       

          “  you kidding ?  this is the divine paying it forward after i spent half of my savings on Fenty by Rihanna.  ”     a completely stable decision that she does not regret one bit,  no matter how loud her mother yelled at her for it.  her arm extends following the jest,  handing it back over to them.       “  god,  i’m such a good person,  i’m like a hotter mother teresa sometimes.  ”   AND OH SO HUMBLE.       she pauses, in awe of her own goodness  before  -      “  wait, you’re in that band,  ”      or      was,  she doesn’t keep up with the local bands as much as she should .    still,  it’s not a question,   her head nodding upwards  knowingly as she recognized them.       “  hold on,  we got sort of a  i scratch your back,  you scratch mine,  thing going on here,  don’t we ?     i gave you back your money,  so you’ll,    you’ll play some music for my birthday next month.  tit for tit.  ”   whatever it’s called.

[dikaur]

Lance --> Adiya

Lance: I need your best hangover cure asap

Lance: I'm supposed to be at work in an hour and my head is bangin' louder than the cars

ADIYA: Puke and rally, baby. It's the hottest way to cure a hangover. You swallow as much Mickey D's as you possibly can and let that shit expel like Linda Blair in the exorcist.

[dikaur]

Jay ✉️ Open

jay: someone finally dropped in that shirt you keep raving about. you still want it or am i getting rich off this piece of history? 👕

jay: i can see the dollar signs now.

adiya: Listen... I appreciate you for looking out for it but that Bella Hadid shit changed the fucking game, Jay.

adiya: I almost don't want to get dressed unless my shit's covered in spray-on fabric now, you feel me? Obviously I will for legal reasons.