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@june-miyako
peaklevi:
“Oh, we’re certainly gonna be refreshed,” Levi laughed, trying to not let his apprehension at how cold the water seemed to be show. “That’s true, but also in no movie ever would they do something like this without holding hands, it’s essential that we do it,” he said, grabbing her hand in his and smiling at her, “even if it’s just for the aesthetic. You ready?” He took a deep breath, glancing at the pool, at her, and then at the water again. “On the count of three?”
“Three!” June shouted, laughing as she pulled Levi alongside her. The cool water hit her as they made a splash, a blur of blue all around her as she watched Levi’s legs twirl underwater. Pushing her head to the surface, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “That’s it. We’re practically in Skins, now, right? The moment that teenage me has been waiting for her whole life.”
jessetcrrence:
Listening to June’s story from the kitchen of his frat, Jesse nodded along as if she could see, agreeing to listen once she’d realized the person she’d come for wasn’t actually there. He’d felt bad - she looked rather frazzled. “Well she had no right to call you that obviously. Everybody gets too trashed sometimes, it’s in the college manual, probably.” He insisted, attempting to comfort her, walking into the living room with two mugs of coffee in his hand, placing hers in front of her delicately, as if placing it down too hard would just worsen her mood. “Are you sure you don’t want eggs or something? It’s… not even a problem. But I can’t do over easy very well, I’ll probably break the yolk.”
“Hello,” June blinked herself awake as she watched Jesse place a mug of coffee in front of her. She must’ve dissociated the past few hours -- she couldn’t remember if it was Levi or Teddy or Erik who helped her onto a couch, though none of them belonged to the frat that she was in. “Thanks. Not even on a first name basis with you and you’re already offering to make me breakfast?” She took a sip of coffee, wrinkling her nose at the bitterness but not particularly caring. “I like just plained fried? Actually... that’s... weird, isn’t it. I’m June, deepest apologies for somehow stumbling into your living room.”
lanajvmeson:
“I’ve always wanted to fuck that guy from Sons of Anarchy,” she replied with a shrug as if she’d just commented on the light spot of rain they’d had earlier in the day, fingers gently tugging at a tear in a beer mat on the bar in front of her to worsen it. “Anyway, to answer your question… Huh. Maybe a sophisticated blend of both. A medley. Sometimes I’ll just ask for things without even thinking about where it’ll go and frankly, I believe it’s very sexy of me to be like that. Potential murder looms prominent in my nearby future.”
“The world is your oyster,” June shrugged, nodding in agreement. “Jenny Holzer voice: Seize the day, veni vidi vagina, take what’s yours, all that.” She made a face as she sucked on her straw, immediately hearing the slurps of a finished glass with just ice left behind. “I’m too wary of potential murder, to be honest. Either that, or I hate men.” Eyeing a man looking at the both of them from a few seats down, she raised her eyebrows at Lana. “Wanna spot me and get washed out Ben Affleck over there to get me a refill?”
astridlocke:
“We shall. Also, can I like… send you shit from Tinder if I am suspicious? I’m not too savvy,” she admitted. Making her way slowly in the direction of the bar, she hummed in thought. “I hope he stays there a while. It’d be a shame if we missed him,” she pouted. Taking in the cool winter air after much time spent in the heat inside, she let out a soft sigh. “Think we’ll inspire his next movie?”
“Yes. Too many Tinder options are always hiding something. You say you think they’re cute and than later on the date you find out they write Parks and Rec smut on the side.” Tilting her head in thought, she nodded. “Absolutely,” she grinned. “Maybe we can be executive producers if we threaten him enough. Shoves a dagger to his neck.”
brvnns:
“Really? I always feel like I’m the last one going at these things. Like a demon Energizer Bunny or something. Bouncing my cymbals off everyone’s head,” Brynn told the girl. “Come on, let’s dance or something. Wake up, grandma! We don’t have to have you back at the nursing home until 2, they said.”
Rising up to her feet, June brushed away the invisible dirt on her lap as if she’d just taken her first break of construction work. “Where are we going?” she asked the other. “I’m not tired. Yet, at least. Could really go for a cute San Junipero-esque joint. No one in Rochester ever wants to dance.”
oftvddys:
“Hm. So I’m guessing you wouldn’t be down to drink with me tonight, then?” Teddy asked, pouting dramatically as he lounged on June’s bed, the side of his head resting on the side of his palm as he watched from a slightly elevated angle as June flopped around in the comfort of her sheets. Chomping loudly into an apple that he held in the hand not keeping him stable, Teddy turned back to June, talking with his mouth full, “You could’ve called me, I would’ve jumped in and pretended to be a crazy ex or something to get you out of there. Or helped you stumble home. Would’ve been fun.”
Ears nearly perking up like a curious German shepherd, June lifted herself onto her elbows to peer over at the boy. “Only if the drinks are on you,” she murmured. “But seriously, I’ve never felt this shit after a couple drinks. Do you think she was trying to seduce me?” She cocked her head to the side like a puppy as she examined Teddy. “You just love the cronch,” she teased, kicking him lightly with the pad of her foot. “Wouldn’t that be a good story? We could’ve had a massive fight... yelling about how I wasn’t over you... spins wheel. Fucking my grandmother, or something.”
brvnns:
“Creative. You’re like MacGuyver,” she told her, handing it over with the cigarette dangling in between her teeth. She took a swig of the flask before passing it over to June. “It’s sour apple. Tastes like shit candy, but it’s better than raspberry. For me, I can’t do Pinnacle whipped cream flavor. Had a bad experience with some spiked hot chocolate. My friend drank nearly a whole vat and then puked in my bed. It looked like she had taken a shit everywhere.”
Covering her mouth, June failed to stifle her laugh. “That’s... fucking hilarious,” she chuckled. “Sour apple is good. Though I prefer mixing it with Sprite. I feel like the older we get the more I wish parties started at 7 pm so I could get to bed before midnight. And drinking hard liquor straight? God. I’m an old woman with my will to live hanging by a thread.”
text///magpie
maggie: lmao blakes mad at me im pretty sure
maggie: im just drunk dw im fine
june: don't do that GOD
june: why is he mad
june: come to papa
“God, I was just forced into this get-together by this girl in my film theory class and I just... wanted to study,” June huffed, nursing her hangover poorly as she burrowed her cheek into the pillow. “What happened instead? Nearly passed out as I stumbled home. I feel like I got roofied or something.” Tossing and turning on the couch, her eyes fell onto the details of the ceiling in order to at least focus her eyes on the dizzying room. “And then she had the audacity to call me a ‘raging’ alcoholic? Maybe I just wanted to drink enough so I could stand hearing you talk about how much you love Tarantino, Sharon.”
christianrxssell:
Missing on taking his medication at regular hours, mostly due to the fact that he wasn’t used it (or perhaps was it just an excuse to make himself feel better on the repercussion of his irresponsibility), Christian felt himself slowly fall back in this loophole of overconsumption of illicit substances and alcoholic beverages he hardly ever got out of last year. It became harder for the male to control his anger around others and while he didn’t really paid much attention to what others might think of it if they were to find out, he knew his behavior could become harmful on the long run for the few he cherished, hence his isolation. Indeed, no one had seen the young Russell venture out of his fraternity house for the past week.
“ I told you I don’t need anything, Tony. Get the hell out of my face “ he groaned, keeping his eyes shut as the room seemed to still be spinning around him.
Eyebrows furrowing, June peeked in closer to examine the nearly asleep figure in the bed. “Oh,” she muttered. “Thought this was Erik’s room. My bad. Who’s Tony?” Tilting her head, she frowned in response at the boy’s complaint. “Some Advil and a Gatorade can really nurse that hangover, you know. And maybe a bagel,” she sneered, crossing her arms. “Helps absorb all that leftover vodka from last night.”
astridlocke:
Gasp escaping her, she was immediately impressed by June’s detective work. Snatching the phone from her grasp, she looked at the photo in disbelief. “Oh my God, I do know. It’s that restaurant with the arcade games,” she said, grin on her face. “Nancy fucking Drew, much?”
“Child prodigy,” June shrugged. “I’ve cracked the codes for most of my friends talking to catfish. I still can’t believe Max and Nev go on tv just to use reverse Google Images.” Grinning, she looped her arm in Astrid’s. “Shall we?”
peaklevi:
“I have absolutely no idea what that is,” Levi replied, trying to keep his eyes from wandering too much as she started taking her clothes off, “but it sounds perfect.” The water was cold indeed, but he hadn’t come all this way to chicken out now, so he unbuttoned his jeans, slipping out of them and staring at the still water. “I’m never gonna get in if I do it slowly, it’s gotta be jumping in or nothing, but I can’t do it alone,” he said raising his eyebrows and stretching out his hand for her to take.
“That thing where you go into the ocean in January for the new year. Crazy white people shit,” she replied, simply. “It’s supposed to like, cleanse you or something. Refreshed!” Grinning, she wiggled her fingers out to the boy. “Fine. Only because you so desperately want to hold my hand.”
brvnns:
Brynn was sitting on the steps outside of a frat party, smoking a cigarette with her leather jacket wrapped tightly around her body against the cold. She flipped through a wallet, nicked from a jacket lying on the floor from the party as she spoke to the person closest to her outside of the house. “Fuck. There’s nothing in this,” she said, sighing as she emptied out the only card inside. “One more stamp and you get a free ice cream cone. Want it?” She asked, exhaling smoke and looking up from her seat on the stoop, lips curling into a devilish smile. She grabbed a flash full of vodka from her pocket, offering it up. “Or we could just share some vodka instead?”
“We could get the ice cream and make a milkshake with vodka in it,” she mused, examining the card in her hands. “What kind of vodka’s that? Anything but raspberry. I think my veins were running on raspberry Rubinoff all of freshman year and now I hurl at the sight of it. We only drink Smirnoff like men, now.”
gonzales-sebastian:
“No okay for real, let’s play a game. It’s one of my favourites, other than the ‘hey, want to have sex?’ game. — So that woman over there, in the red? I’ll bet she’s rich as hell and dresses immaculately every day, but she’s mysterious right? She never speaks to anybody. She has like, six ex husbands - all dead, all rich and leaving behind some kind of massive inheritance. She owns one of those weird small dogs with the squashed faces and probably feeds it like, $100 steaks and shit. Crap, she’s looking. Anyway, your turn, what about… the old guy with the cane? Make up his story.”
“Bet he’s a fucking... hmm. Woody Allen type? Grumbles under his breath over the millennial use of extended internet vocabulary and their audacity to be polite to service workers,” June replied, swirling her straw in her drink. “He’s a real Ebenezer. He kind of looks like him too. I bet he’s got mugshot polaroids of all the women he’s exploited. There’s gotta be a dozen restraining orders against that man. I want one just for him being so close to us and looking that creepy.”
text///magpie
maggie: im ariana grande voice
maggie: DANGEROUS WOMAN
maggie: ds that even make sense i cant tell
june: are u dying wya
june: i'm slightly concerned but also i'd like 2 have whatever ur having... in all honesty
peaklevi:
“I can’t believe you’re showing no appreciation for how skilled I am at picking locks,” Levi huffed, shaking his head at her, but then the swimming pool was right in front of him and he forgot all about that. “In case they are, we gotta make sure to give them a good show,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her as he took off his shoes and went towards the pool. “Do you think it’s gonna be cold?” he asked, considering whether to dip his toe in to test the waters.
“Levi. Your talent for picking locks is greater than the second coming of Christ. You should definitely replace Nic Cage in the National Treasure movies,” she smiled coyly. Taking off her shoes, she began to undress. “And yes. It’s probably fucking freezing. Though I guess this could be, you know, our own version of the polar plunge.”