[iindigos]

L I N C O L N . . .

LOCATION: wedding reception, la belle vie TIME: middle of reception AVAILABILITY: open, @mapleviewstarters​

               SHORT AND SIMPLE, LINCOLN WAS A MESS. not emotionally, but the fact that he was gyrating to the chicken dance right now certainly showed that his alcohol intake had thrown away most, if not all, of his inhibitions. so. watch out, mapleview, because here lincoln was without a care in the world, ready to shake his hips off beat if he damn well pleased. “ i. love. weddings! “ he declared, clearly out of breath as he shimmied his shoulders, a broad smile reaching his reddened cheeks. “ i could cluck like this all night long, just watch me! “

                 “GOD PLEASE DON’T.” indigo doesn’t even try to contain the laughter bubbling up as she spots a very chaotic scene of grown men shaking their ass to the chicken dance. lincoln being her favorite on the dance floor so far. “i just want you to know you’re being recorded and i will use this as blackmail for later.”    

[iindigos]

A L A N A . . .

゜ .  ・  ♡        ╰   𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃  𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 ( @mapleviewstarters​​​ ) 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃:  la belle vie , wedding reception , 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒:  evening

            even though initially alana wasn’t exactly  thrilled  to attend the mayor’s wedding alongside her entire family who’d probably watch her every move like  h a w k s  in the wild , the reception turned out better than she originally planned after witnessing her father drunk off his ass  along his friend , the mayor .  it meant the blonde could fundamentally do whatever she so pleased , which was why she was having more  fun  than anticipated .                           it wasn’t just because she was actually a  fan  of country music that made her dance all night long ,  dancing with nearly   e v e r y o n e  she came across , but truthfully , she did have a little too much whisky .  with the lyrics of  wagon wheel  starting , the blonde quickly went over to the bar to have another  (  quick )  drink , before turning to the person beside her .  “ -  𝅘𝅥𝅮   so rock me momma like a wagon wheel , rock me momma any way you feel , hey momma rock me , “  she practically serenaded the person with a bright smile , taking a hold of their hand in the process .  “ come dance with me !  c’mon , “ 

               INDIGO’S PITY PARTY FOR ONE AT THE OPEN ( AND FREE ) BAR WAS RIGHT ON SCHEDULE, THE LAST THIRTY MINUTES SPENT GLUED TO HER BARSTOOL WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF HER EVENING. after running into her mother after two years of radio silence, indigo was doing what she did best in uncomfortable situations  — avoid it at all costs. she could’ve easily caused a scene, threw a drink or two for good riddance ( boy was she tempted ) but instead settles on her new and improved way of life, the version of indie that doesn’t walk around ready for a fight at any given moment. one more drink and she would be well on her way to peace, well on her way to being as intoxicated as alana is when she grabs her by the hand. “you’re fucking drunk out of your mind.” there’s an undeniable shift of energy, the blonde is radiating like the sun and it’s hard for indigo to sustain the pout she’d held for most of the wedding. part of her envies alana for being able to let go so freely, was it the alcohol or was alana just this intense in general? “fuck, alright. but seriously don’t joke on me, i’ve got the rhythm and coordination of a four year old but i’m nowhere near as cringe as the mayor.”

[iindigos]

『 maia mitchell. twenty four. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that INDIGO REED from CHESTNUT DRIVE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -ENIGMATIC & -ABRASIVE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool ABSTRACT ARTIST and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +MUTABLE & +DOMINANT. i hope i see them around again! 『 mack. 20. est. she/her. 』 @mapleviewstarters​

the southside has never been kind to a girl like indigo reed. from the day she was born, she’s been nothing but another statistic. being born to a drug addict isn’t an uncommon fate for kids growing up where she’s from. only the strongest survive they say, and boy is indigo a strong one. as you can imagine, she’s had to learn to become independent from very early on. her mother was often too high or strung out to deal with her and that often meant going hungry and being neglected far too much for her liking. then there was her mother’s obsession with finding happiness in a man. it made indigo sick thinking about all the men her mother has seduced and brought home just to drain them of their finances and blowing it on her next high. indie reaped none of the benefits her mother received and she often ended up with the short end of the stick in life. When indigo was thirteen, her mother met a man in mapleview and they moved in with him and his three other kids within a year. 

she’s got a shit ton of half siblings, her father is a mystery. her ma doesn’t even remember his name unfortunately, and indie believes if he wanted to be found he’d have come to her by now so she doesn’t think about him much and likes to tell people she’s an orphan.

now, in present time, indie hasn’t spoken to her mother in almost two years. two years ago indie spiraled out of control with party drugs like molly and ecstasy and was forced into a rehab program where she lived for a good six months. now that she’s out, she’s been clean for a year and a half, she works as an abstract artist, she’s just trying to stay clean and figuring herself out for the first time in her life and she just wants better, to be happy.