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celestia-fox:

“You’re very welcome,” Celestia said, sipping from her own cup. She was tipsy enough by now not to care about the cheapness of the keg beer. Crossing one leg over the other, she turned slightly to face him. “Celestia,” she replied. “And yes, I know, it’s an unusual name.”

“That is a very unusual name, yes.” Jacob nodded, somewhat disappointed at his sudden inability to concoct a more flavorful retort, but he made a quick attempt at recovering by adding: “… which means you have to be interesting, because I can’t imagine a world where a person named Celestia can be at all boring.”

#convo #ch: celestia

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#jacob: self #[ we need to talk about that facial hair ]#q

celestia-fox:

Celestia gave him a wry grin in return. “Not at all. And you don’t even have eyeliner to smudge.” He had a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. Antsy, she drummed her fingers against her thighs, hoping he’d say yes so she’d have something to do with her hands. She nodded and stood, giving a two-finger salute before wading into the party, emerging with two solo cups of keg beer. “Voila,” she said with a flourish, handing him his and flopping down next to him on the ratty couch.

While she was gone, Jacob lit up and took a couple drags, slouching more into the couch as the nicotine stunted his senses and tiredly waving away the puffs of smoke. If this bothered her, she hadn’t yet mentioned it, though he figured if it did, it was likely she would have walked away by now. When she came back she handed him a solo cup. He doubted he would have poured himself one of these. It made him smirk. “Much obliged,” he said, setting the cup on the floor carefully, to drink from when there was nothing but swill left in his can. “So… You brought me beer. I think that meets the requirements for moving past small talk. And it also earns you my name, I guess--it’s Jacob, by the way.”

#convo #ch: celestia #[ YES PLEASE ]

adamg1ll:

The laugh didn’t go unnoticed, and Gill pretended to glare for a few seconds, before relenting and reaching for his beer. “New York, huh? My condolences. I’m from fuckin’ New Hampshire.” There was another moment of silence, and he fiddled with the tab of his beer can. “Okay, you got me. Orange County.” He shot the other boy a sidelong glance. “Yeah, well. You know how bros get. They’re the best, but sometimes you need a break.” He raised the can in his direction and took a swig. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Fuck your condolences, I love my hometown…” Jacob trailed off with a chuckle. Sure, it was a shit-hole most days of the week; a dubious mix of shitty traffic, shitty prices, and shitty moods, but it was still his shit-hole, and he doubted he could find a place where he’d feel more at home. “Mmm… You know how bros get. They’re the best, but sometimes you need a break,” he deadpanned. After a pause, Jacob snorted. “Well, at least the break part is true… Nothing against these parties, but I can only handle a crowd for so long.”

#convo #ch: gill

adamg1ll:

He leaned back again, clasping his hands behind his head. The smell of cigarette smoke was disorientingly familiar - Mama in the small, grimy kitchen, resting her elbows on the windowsill, the lit end of her cigarette glowing warmly in the dark. Then they moved into a new place in the suburbs that had an actual smoke alarm, and she had to do it in the car instead. The bellowing of the football team behind them - on their third kegstand, apparently - brought him back. “Are we really gonna debate this?” He snorted. “I’m just putting it out there: fuck the carcinogens, man. Twice the emotional benefits, you feel me?”

Jacob didn’t mean to chortle. Normally he would catch these things and curtail them before they’d so much as come close to giving him away, but he couldn’t do it this time. Maybe it was the beer… except he couldn’t possibly have drunk that much already. He took a drag and chased it down with a gulp of beer. “You’re not Californian, are you?” He started with a deadpan. “‘Cause that sounds a lot like something a person from LA would say, and I’m from New York, so that would make me obligated to detest you on principle.” The words followed with a smirk and then a long sigh. “So how come you’re over here with the stranger and not back there with your bros?”

#convo #ch: gill

adamg1ll:

He made a mild noise of disgust at the offer. Coach had fucked up the last two boys he’d caught smoking behind the equipment shed, and Gill wasn’t about to forget his face while he yelled about goddamn death sticks. He sighed, reached over the side of the couch and pulled out the drawer in the small coffee table. A few moments of rummaging produced a lighter, which he tossed to the other boy, not looking to see if he’d catch it. “It’s the football house, man. The team lights up everywhere.”

The lighter landed unceremoniously on his lap. Jacob stared at it for a long moment and then picked it up. When he was more or less convinced it wouldn’t explode on his face he ran his thumb on the lighter and produced a flame. “You know,” he started in-between lighting up the smoke and breathing in. “A blunt has twice as many carcinogens as a regular cigarette. So if you ask me, I think I’m making the most health-conscious decision here.” The science actually wasn’t solid on that, but Jacob kept that small detail to himself.

#convo #ch: gill

blakefraser:

she quirked an eyebrow and titled her head. she noticed how much people treated netflix as a religion these days, she was not at all surprised to hear he wasn’t that type. “ whatever you say, i’d hate to sound like a mother. ” she added, shaking her head. her reply had a underlying hint of sarcasm. however, she was alright with moms, but could never see herself as one. her quote had meant to judge him on the lame action he committed but it was good he didn’t pick up on that. that was a hideous trait she had. “ how well is it going so far? ” she asked. blake was unsure if he wanted the conversation to go on. but by now, she felt she had an obligation to continue the interaction since she started it and all. besides, she was interested in knowing if drinking alone could actually go over well.

“No, that would defeat the purpose of moving away to college,” Jacob retorted before knocking back another mouthful of beer. He would have plenty of time to regret that in the morning when the taste of cheap beer refused to leave his taste buds. “Well…” He paused to consider the matter with all the undue importance he could muster at that moment. It wasn’t much, but he felt like being dramatic tonight. Probably an effect of the Pabst. “I’m not yet at the point that I might start hurling—that would be a major faux-pas. So for now we seem to be doing all right.” He didn’t intend on getting to that point, in any case. He wasn’t depressed or pathetic enough for that. “A change of beverage might be in order. But I doubt I’ll find a bottle of Dogfish Head over there.” He nodded in the general direction of the party. “So I’ll probably stop after this one.”

#convo #ch: blake

celestia-fox:

She shrugged, cracking a smile. “The lighting’s not the best,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood. “And it’s late. Not the best time to look great.” She shrugged again as he picked a cigarette out of the box. “Understandable,” she said. “Want a drink? I’ll get us both one.”

Jacob gave the girl a long look. “Well, this isn’t a photo shoot—it’s a party. And if you don’t end looking ten shades of messed up at a party, then it’s not a very good one, is it?” He grinned before shooting a quick glance at the can he was still nursing. “Well… I’m not sure how much is left in this one… So, sure. If you would be so kind.” He nodded and tried another smile, this one coming out much less abrasive than his previous attempts.

#convo #ch: celestia

blakefraser:

blake folded her arms and watched the boy as he continued to sit in the couch. a tiny smirk made her way to her lips. “ ouch. missing it much? ” she asked, referring to his netflix account. blake liked netflix as much as the next person, but found herself watching stuff online more so than the tv provider. she examined the can in his hand. she hadn’t recognized the brand and took his word for it. “ drinking alone can usually come down to bad decisions. ”

Did he miss it? Well… “I miss it enough.” Which was the same as saying he barely missed it because very few things really had any weight in Jacob’s life, and Netflix wasn’t really part of that short list, mainly because it was instead part of the very, very long list of things he had grown used to taking for granted, along with his family and at least three quarters of the people who thought of themselves as his friends. “But I’ll live until I get it sorted on Monday.” He frowned, then. “God, that almost sounded motherly—please don’t say it again.”

#convo #ch: blake

celestia-fox:

Celestia placed her palms on the sill and rested her weight on them, propping one ankle atop the other. “I hope this isn’t a happy day. You look halfway between pissed and morose.” She glanced at his pack of cigarettes. “I get it. I like that whole scene, but it gets exhausting pretty fast.” The air of the open window was chilly, but bracing. It was welcome on her sweaty back.

Jacob had to bite back a chuckle. He hated looking like a miserable piece of shit, but it was just so easy to pull off. “Yeah, I guess I need to practice smiling before the mirror more often before leaving my dorm room.” He followed her eyes to his pack of smokes and remembered that he wanted one. As he picked one out of the case, he said, “I hate it. But I like having alcohol within walking distance, so I figure it’s an almost fair trade-off.”

#convo #ch: celestia

adamg1ll:

“Yeah, I just came from there,” Gill replied, equally sharp. He’d learnt a long time ago that Thornton kids, especially the legacies, liked to act like they owned any place they walked into. He sank down on the other end of the couch. Silence, that was all he’d wanted - just some silence, just a fucking break. He took another swig from his cup (the ubiquitous Solo - probably somebody else’s drink, but Gill wasn’t too bothered) and prayed to any gods out there that the other boy wouldn’t try to start a conversation.

“—Congratulations, you survived,” Jacob shot back practically on reflex, leaning his head back against the couch’s backrest and closing his eyes for a moment while his free hand felt around his lap for the pack of smokes he’d dropped on it when he sat. And then he felt the couch shifting, and he tried not to sneer. Oh, how he wanted to be a kid again so it would be okay to go off on a ‘this is my spot’ tirade. He opened his eyes and threw his head forward, grabbing the pack and plucking out a cigarette before casting a side-glance at the intruder. He nudged the pack in his direction for a second, “M’m. No? Okay…” and brought the smoke to his lips while feeling around again, this time looking for his lighter.

#convo #ch: gill

blakefraser:

blake took a walk around campus to amuse herself. seeing people acting like complete fools was one of her favorite pastimes. sure, she did stupid things sometimes, especially when drunk. but she couldn’t help the hypocrisy that laced her mind as it was wired in long ago. surprisingly, she came upon a fellow student, who seemed to enjoy his own type of company. “ thanks, i think i can hear it from a mile away myself. ” she replied, not intending on telling him her actual intentions, he didn’t seem like the one to care about it. “ not a fan? ” she asked. hoping he could connect the obviously laid out dots.

Perhaps he would have been better off keeping his mouth shut and pretending to be too sloshed to notice her, but alas, that ship had sailed. He’d invited the conversation so he might as well make an effort. “Mmm—I wish I could say I can do better on a Friday night than watching a bunch of dudes try and fail at helping one of their own do a keg stand, but unfortunately I forgot to renew my Netflix subscription before I got back from home, so… Plus, free booze.” Jacob jiggled the half-filled can of beer he was holding and then gave it a long look, brow suddenly furrowed. “I think this is Pabst, though. Hmm. This might’ve been a bad decision after all.”

#convo #ch: blake

celestia-fox:

Celestia ambled by, on her way from one party to the next, getting a little weary but by no means ready to go home. At a crossroads- the hallway jutted out in two different directions- she stopped and glanced down each one. She had forgotten the room number she was going to. The guy propped up on a couch sensed her confusion and gave an oddly dreary response. “Happy New Year to you too,” Celestia said. She crossed to the window, nudging his ankles to the edge of the sill so she could sit. “Why so blue?”

Jacob’s fingers had wandered over to the pack resting on his lap, itching for another fix of nicotine already. He didn’t get too far into the task of picking out a smoke, however, before his attention was yanked away from it along with his gaze. He pursed his lips first, as his bleary eyes acknowledged her presence, and then tried a smile that came out too tight-lipped to work as anything more than a condescending simper. No, he didn’t mean to look like an asshole—sometimes it just came about naturally. “Blue… And how do you know this isn’t me on a happy day?” he ventured innocently before snorting. “Nah… I’m just taking a break. There’s only so much of”—waving his free hand around, again gesturing at the ongoing party—“all that I can handle.”

#convo #ch: celestia

“Party’s that way,” Jacob shot out preemptively and without delay, absently waving his non-beer-holding hand in the general direction of the nearest clutter of sound. Feet propped on the sill of a wide open window, the rest of him slouched against the backrest of a couch about two feet away from it that had clearly seen better days. He brought the can to his lips and gulped down a mouthful, followed by a final drag from a cigarette whose simmering butt he flicked into the void. “… Just follow the trail of trampled-on solo cups,” he added in a mock of a dreamy voice, “and the pungent scent of something that might’ve been just weed about thirty to forty minutes ago. Can’t miss it.”