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@ftwdevon
Adore Delano: ‘After Party’; sentence starters
“You wanted space even though we’re a million miles apart.”
“It’s time to pull the plug.”
“There’s nothing left, I gave it all to you.”
“We’re not supposed to be meeting like this.”
“How do you do what you do to me, babe?”
“What’s got to happen to get you undressed?”
“You know it’s our time cause we’re here and in love.”
“So we’re young and we got some dirty minds.”
“You’ll never have to be alone.”
“Live it up and blame our age.”
“You know, I saw you looking like you wanna fuck me on the table backstage.”
“You thought you’d got the best of me but there was so much more to me.”
“I’m never gonna stop.”
“It’s 2 AM.”
“It’s my party and I’ll fuck who I want.”
“Pull my hair, I’ll tie your arms around my favorite chair, I’ll kiss your neck and then I’ll kiss you there.”
“Here’s to a long, hot summer with the top down and here’s to taking over every beach town.”
“I want an ice cream.”
“Love is such a sweet thing.”
“After midnight, we’ll go skinny dipping.”
“If you wanna light my cigarette, I might let you have a hit.”
“I’m not into playing hard to get.”
“Come in, don’t turn off the lights.”
“You’re my toy, just for the night.”
“So wrong, but it feels so right.”
“All I want is you.”
“You’re a work of art.”
“You know you’ve got me losing sleep.”
“I can’t love you.”
“I love the way you touch my lips.”
“Some people search all their lives for what we’ve got.”
“You know our last goodbye keeps playing through my mind.”
“When you think about me, do you remember when you were all about me or am I just a myth?”
“It’s the weekend, anything can happen.”
“It’s 4AM and I’m staring at the ceiling.”
“I guess I don’t need my family.”
“I guess I don’t need my friends.”
“All that’s left to do is cry.”
“This smile on my face doesn’t always come easy.”
Once I was 7 years old…
thewolverine:
Look, I’m just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself?
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, no worries. I’m afraid these weird French things aren’t, though.” Ava mused, sitting back on her knees and wiping her cheek with the back of her messy hand. “Shit, this is a mess. I’m so sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going. Do you want me to take these glasses somewhere else?”
He quickly glanced down to truly look at the appetizers she mentioned and made a face when he realized just how bad the mess was. “Yeah.. they’re a lost cause,” he sighed, but smiled up at her nonetheless. “I can pull some strings though, don’t worry,” quickly piling the last of the food onto the tray. “C’mon, let’s go back to the prep space... and figure this out, I guess.” He got back onto his feet after wiping what he could off the floor with the corner of his apron. “I’m Devon,” he mentioned, motioning for her to follow him out of the crowded space. “And it was my fault, you were probably doing just fine.. I’m the dud who zoned out.”
Her eyebrow arched as he rambled on, unsure both why he was telling her this and also how on earth a person could make it through the day without coffee, or the very least tea. “I can tell, if ya did ya would know that a latte isn’t tea,” she pointed out, unsure how anyone in a state that practically ran on caffeine wouldn’t know that. But something told her he wasn’t the typical kind of New Yorker she saw around these parts – maybe it was his innocent attitude, or the way he seemed just a little too nice; both qualities that didn’t tend to belong to lifelong NY residents. “Oh really, ya do? Well, I ain’t know what ya definition of good is, but my step monster of a sibling doesn’t fall under that category – although I’m sure ya wouldn’t know that, seein’ as she tries to pass herself off as some holy virginal saint to entice the many boys that cross over our threshold, when in reality? She’s just a ho.”
Devon felt his eyebrows furrowing when she explained that the latte wasn’t tea. “But.. but isn’t there chai tea in it? I thought latte just meant there was milk,” his voice getting softer as he just felt more confusion weighing down on his shoulders. He wasn’t sure if the confusion was from the fact that he didn’t understand the name of drinks or because her words had a sharp edge towards them. He froze at her insults fired at Serena, his eyes widening at the fire beyond each word and found himself swallowing uncomfortably at the allusions to sex. “You shouldn’t judge someone on their sexual activity, that doesn’t determine their character,” he pointed out tightly. Mentioning sex in any shape or form was always uncomfortable for Devon from his past experiences, and well, the Church was rather hush hush about it all. “She didn’t ‘entice’ me,” he pointed out, doing little air quotes as he pulled out some bills from his wallet to cover the drink.
“DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT, MAN.” Ezra brushed the boy off, smiling. “Call it even if you let me steal this tray of champagne..”
Devon blinked at the request, but managed to relax into a smile when he realized that there wasn’t any anger pointed towards him. “Uh, I don’t know about the whole tray..? I don’t think I’m allowed to do that, it was an expensive bottle,” he explained in a nervous ramble.
Wes grinned, glad to have convinced him, even if it’d taken some work. “Good - gives me a little something more to look forward to at the party.”
Devon found himself breaking out into a grin at Wes’s comment, his cheeks heating ever so slightly before he shook his head. “You’ll have a lot more exciting things going on, but I... I’ll be looking forward to it too, I guess.”
Her eyes flickered slightly in recognition, before returning back to the bored state they’d been in before as she realised who it was – just another one of Serena’s dumb boys, one of many that came flitting in and out of the apartment. She was sure the girl was running a prostitution business out of their apartment, the amount of boys she had knocking on her door on the daily. “Chai latte? Sure, it’s one of the only good boojy bullshit drinks they sell in this place – good choice, kid. Who woulda known ya had taste, considerin’ who ya friends are. Is that all for ya?”
A lot of what she said went over his head, but then again, that wasn’t exactly something new when it came to her. He thinks her name starts with an L, Serena must have mentioned it before, but he knows there is tension in that regard. “Oh, it’s not for me,” he replied, blinking in confusion at the implications of her comments, his nose crinkling for a bit as he tried to figure out what was actually happening. “I don’t drink tea, or anything caffeinated,” he rambled off, digging into his pocket for his wallet as he nodded. Then, he paused, and looked up at her, his lips turned into an ever so slight frown as he said, “I have good friends,” as if that was a suitable defense.
Part of Devon wanted to be embarrassed for still living with his family, but it was just for the summer until he could move on campus. Even if he didn’t live with them, he would be in the house often, happily cramped up with all of his siblings on Sunday mornings before going to church for the day and coming back for dinner. His older siblings did it, and two of them were married, which just added to the usual chaos in the Young household. Except tonight was tamer, it wasn’t a Sunday, so the entire family was at ease. His older brother Casey and his wife stopped by for a moment before vanishing again. His mother was in the kitchen, quietly singing along to the radio while the twins rambled on and on about college and classes. Devon was personally sprawled out on the couch with the youngest, Payton, on his chest, while he watched the rest of the family play cards. It was just... comfortable. Familiar. He missed this. So, when the doorbell rang and the four dogs clamored in the direction of the front door, Devon hoisted himself up, leaving Payton on the couch despite her angry pout. He passed by the kitchen, seeing his mom mouth him a question of is that your friend? and he just nodded, straightening his shirt before he got to the door. He knelt down slightly to pull the dogs back before opening it up fully and beaming up in Cait’s direction. “Hey! Come in,” he said, pulling the dogs back enough to leave room for her. “Sorry, they’re... a bit much at times,” he said sheepishly, and once he had the moment, he straightened up and hugged her happily. “How are you?”
@caitmoore