How Fernanda managed to keep him at beck and call was something Blue liked to deny or stay in the dark about— but he knew exactly how she did it. They’d known each long enough for him to look to her as a younger sister in certain moments and feel responsible not only for whatever chaos she tried to chase, but her comfort above all. He used to look for her approval, some kind of wonder behind her eyes that ensured him that yes, this is great! but as of late, it was always a search for something wrong as though it was inevitable. Well, he’d gotten it and now it was time to make it right.
Her boredom, however, wasn’t unwarranted. Though Blue was known for his free spirit, it had been him that turned the casualty of the evening slowly on its head to build opportunity. Business went round and round tucked between sips of wine and laughter, but an easy night died early on. It would have been better had they all not started drinking so early, but Blue would plant the seed to be remembered no matter what.
As he went to make his own momentary departure, he felt the tension that had been holding him upright to be the puppet for their attention. The smiles, the jokes, the lean for keen listening was starting to take a toll. Following Fern, he took her hand and led her into the bathroom where it only took moments for him to find the latch on the window in the shower and crack it open. With the crackle of the lighter by his lips and a joint pressed firmly between his lips, he asked her, “Are you bored yet, or do you know something I should before I go back out there and tell Thomas that whatever joke he makes with his foot in his mouth is funny?”
there was something within her that was changing. she never opted to get drunk at events , she’d rather have one for socializing and then go home pretty earlier. but , even she wasn’t sure of why things were changing. she was out later , experimenting with more things , and simply experiencing more as their band became more famous. she hadn’t really felt any effects of the wine until she was standing there waiting for blue to come around the corner.
her bare back leaned against the cold , acrylic painting wall. she perked up , lifting herself up to stand up straight , but before she knew it she was being pulled into the restroom. although no words were spoken , let out a small laugh simply at the situation they were in.
‘ why not both ? ’, the brunette responded , hiking herself up onto the top of the counter. ‘ did you kick my foot earlier or was that the guy sitting in front of me with the severe receding hairline ? ’, she asked , but quickly began to shake her head. ‘ actually , it was you. i don’t want to hear it if it wasn’t. i’m just going to pretend it was you. ’ her legs dangled below her , softly swaying as she watched the red amber of the small joint between blue’s lips. ‘ can i have ? ’, fern shyly asked , reaching one of her hands out and wiggling her fingers over at the other.
