addicted.

lana emily viper eighteen | high school senior i'm so addicted to all the things you do.

[lanaxviper]

Lana hadn’t seen him in days and for whatever reason, it wasn’t settling well with her. She had sent him a text, just letting him know she was on her way, though. She usually didn’t bother - but it had been almost a week now. Maybe he had forgotten about her already; she wouldn’t have blamed him, either. She was a snake, in and out of people’s lives whenever it fit her schedule. But somehow, for some reason, Bertie Humble was always right there ready with some fucking eggs and orange juice. She got to his place with no trouble, parked her car out front in a visitor spot, and made her way up. 

Three knocks later, she pulled her hand back, crossing her arms over her chest. “Bertie...?”

@bertiehumble

[lanaxviper]

sarah-norcross:

With a VPN hiding her internet activity while she used the coffee shop’s wide open signal, Sarah tapped away at her laptop, her delicate fingers flying across the keys with a fluency that, at the very least, demonstrated her impressive WPM, though it should’ve also indicated how absorbed she was with what she was doing; her face, focused intently on the screen with a furrow in her brow, was in no way inviting anyone in on whatever she was doing.  One of corner tables was the one Sarah picked, where she sat facing the whole coffee shop so the screen would be visible to herself, and only herself.  Though a question had been asked, Sarah didn’t notice, but even if she had, it seemed pretty fucking rhetorical and wouldn’t have been acknowledged.

But that wasn’t the only thing that happened; much to her dismay, some chick fell right the fuck over into Sarah, dropping all the coffee she was holding, fortunately missing Sarah’s laptop, but not her sweater, or the skin on her shoulder and arm underneath it… which could’ve really hurt, but the coffee apparently hadn’t come directly out of the searing hot dispenser from where it came from, which was also fortunate - Sarah was in no mood to be burned, and wouldn’t have taken it very well.  

Even though a major crisis had been averted, Sarah was now wet, which she didn’t exactly appreciate.  Also, her own latte had managed to tip over in the process, also missing the laptop’s pretty backlit keyboard, but ticking Sarah off a little more since she wanted to drink that shit. 

“Dammit.”  Sarah hissed to herself, practically under her breath (though her curse was still audible, since no, it wasn’t all that loud in the coffee shop) before speaking coolly, but collectively to the clumsy blonde who’d almost fucked Sarah’s computer.

“ ‘Fuck’, indeed…” 

“Is your scrawny ass drunk, or something?”

((ootd!  [I looooove nail polish so Sarah does too]))

The attitude that rocketed out of the brunette behind her had the hairs on her neck stand on end. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” The barista looked up from the register, clearly aware of what had just happened. But he made no movement toward them. She turned sharply on the girl. “I know this might be hard for you to understand, but, sometimes, shit goes wrong. You don’t have to be a bitch about it. I’m already covered in cold coffee.” No chill. Absolutely none. Ever. 

[lanaxviper]

to-be-fckin-frank:

“Oh, I don’t know,” Frankie shrugged, thanking the barista as he hurriedly handed them a chockfull of paper napkins, “the coffee’s great. I think we’re kinda disastrous.” It wasn’t meant as an accusation, and hadn’t been said as one. More so an embarrassed, awkward jest, like the kind two students would share during detention, exchanging reasons as to why they were in that mess to begin with. Frankie wiped at the coffee staining her arms, and huffed when she saw the splatter or light brown soaking into her faded red T-shirt. “Fuck.” 

She reached for the napkins that the barista had given the pair but Lana glanced toward the brunette, smiling. There was something about the way she was speaking that made it all but impossible for the blonde to be annoyed. That was a first, for sure. “I mean, yeah, the coffee gets the job done.” The shirt she was wearing was covered, just like Lana’s. “Sorry, about your shirt. I can...” She reached for her wallet from her back pocket, “let me give you some cash for a new one...”

[gracieceleste]

- the bottle let me down -

[lanaxviper]

gracieceleste:

“Oh, I’ve been here.”

Grace snorted as she gestured for the bartender to fill up the shot glasses. She figured that Lana would have the tab covered, given that Daddy owned the place. “It’s not so bad. Some art on the walls would make it a little nicer. This place looks like some grunge geek’s basement, but at least the booze is good.”

Lana quirked an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. “I’ll have to let Daddy know...do you...paint?” But the conversation was derailed by the shot glasses refilling and Lana quickly nodded, scoffing in amusement. “You’re my kind of drinking buddy.” While only 18, her tolerance was well above anything for a college kid. She had been at this every weekend since before she could remember, either with Brooke or Jesse, or both of them. The alcohol never stopped flowing and neither did the good times, apparently. 

[lanaxviper]

jessemeyers:

dollbodybrooke:

What first marked her presence was a single, smoking cigarette flying in miniature somersaults through the air. Tendrils of grey curled and unfurled in its wake, rising up to reach for the clouds above before dissipating into nothingness. It marked a curved path above the gum-speckled sidewalk before lightly tapping against the Spyder’s passenger door. Brooke watched as it plummeted to the ground and rolled into the drain. Her eyes, painted meticulously with an equally smokey haze as the cigarette she’d been smoking, floated upwards to meet Lana’s. A smile brightened the already shimmering, vibrant blue swimming in her irises, though it didn’t reach her lips. She let go of Jesse’s hand as they came closer to the vehicle. 

Her bag, a ruined, frayed tote, was crammed full with half empty bottles of vodka, a small bag of shrooms, and her infamous tin box, which contained six perfectly rolled cones. Not to mention the basic necessities of deodorant, her jumper, and some cash, stolen from her father’s beside table. The latter would surely lead to dire repercussions but, in that moment, Brooke couldn’t care less. Even if it was only for a few hours, she was free. Not that Jesse and Lana needed to know about the monster that awaited her return. Perhaps they wouldn’t believe her, anyway, given just how good of an impression her father had left on the entire community of Devil’s Point. 

She didn’t say anything as she yanked the car door open, dropped her bag inside and slid in after it. Without hesitation, Brooke pulled her phone out and plugged in the AUX cord, letting out a quiet, pensive little sigh as she began to scroll through her music. She settled on one of her most recently favoured songs, and relaxed.

The feeling of Brooke’s fingers passing through his own left something aching in his chest but soon that feeling was replaced with the excited buzz at the sight of the Spyder parked outside of the motel. The rucksack he wore crammed full of everything he owned was tossed into the trunk before he opened up the driver’s side door, a hungry grin passing across his mouth as his eyes found Lana’s. “Hey Princess, you ever heard of patience? It’s a virtue?” he asked her as he nodded for her to budge over so he could climb in so he would be behind the wheel.

While he didn’t legally have a licence, he sure as hell knew his way around a car and the pure idea of Lana’s dad flipping shit at the thought of him chauffeuring his precious daughter around just really was too satisfying to turn down. “I suppose you probably know the sins a bit better, right?” he smirked, one hand resting on the roof of the car as he tilted his head, eyes burning into Lana. To most, it would be unsettling but Jesse knew Lana was above being scared of him now.

As the music began to play, he chuckled a little but at the sound. “If you’ve not got some decent rock on there, Brooke, I’ll cut you,” he said, waiting for everyone to move around before he finally climbed into the car. 

Lana couldn’t help but let the smile crawl across her features as she saw the two walk toward her, hand in hand. The three were a myriad of bad choices, poor decisions, and good times; that was how they lived their lives, a concoction of shit just waiting to explode in some manner. But right now, their plan was simple: a weekend away, away from the bullshit that each of their lives provided in one way or another. Brooke didn’t speak as she slid into the passenger’s seat, but it wasn’t unusual. Lana glanced up to Jesse and lifted her brow. “Excuse me, Casanova.” The sarcasm thick as she slid closer to Brooke. 

The blonde glanced to her and down at the phone. “Fuck.” She reached behind her, into the tiny backseat, not big enough for a person, but big enough for her duffle. She felt Jesse climb in next to her and nudged him slightly with her back end as she dug. “We need to stop back at my place...left my charger. I’ll be fast.” She turned back around, lowering herself back between them.

@dollbodybrooke​

[gracieceleste]

- the bottle let me down -

[lanaxviper]

gracieceleste:

Grace’s eyebrow only continued to arch at the sight of the salt and lime. She shook her head to the two, having always considered them a hindrance to the hard slap of alcohol hitting her throat as she downed it.  “Grace,” she introduced herself, raising the glass. The honey coloured liquid sloshed dangerously in it, though Grace was careful to keep it from sputtering onto her fingers. On three, she shot the tequila down her throat, scrunched her nose up, pursed her lips, and watched Lana suck on the lime.  “Been here for long, then?”

The shot glass clinked against the table and she shivered out a smile. “About two hours. That’s...five...or six? I lost count.” She shrugged and glanced behind herself. “But, you’ve never been here? Or, this is just a repeat visit?” It didn’t matter much to Lana but she knew it mattered to some - if they were int the same place for too long, things got boring. But The Viper Room was far from boring, even on a tamer night.

[lanaxviper]

Lana hadn’t said anything about where they were going or when. But she had mentioned a possible road trip, for the weekend, with Brooke in passing to her father one day during their ships passing in the night conversations. It had been 3 am, or something like that a time when surely he had his bed occupied, and Jesse had been over, or perhaps it had been Brooke. There was always a chance it was both of them. The three were inseparable, even if not physically near each other. They were only a text or a Face Time call away. The Spyder roared to life under her and the roads to the motel were slow, easy, and smooth. It didn’t take her long to get there and the sun was barely up over the mid-day clouds. 

Noon. It was a decent time to leave - no traffic, no problems getting to the cabin. They’d have a chance to stop for some food for the weekend, check out the stock of alcohol to make sure they were set, and push on until they were miles away from all the bullshit they were each dealing with. In any other situation, Lana was sure, a relationship like this wouldn’t work. But between the three of them, they kept each other afloat. Jesse brought something to the table that Brooke needed, Jesse for Lana, Brook, for Lana, Brooke for Jesse, and she offered something that they both somehow craved, too. Lana had never been one to share, but somehow, with the three of them, it just fucking worked.

Lana honked her horn three times and slipped her glasses up onto her head. “Let’s goooo, assholes. We’re wasting daylight.” Two more honks. “Get off your knees, Brook, we’ll have time for that later.” It was a joke, though, she wouldn’t be surprised if they were halfway through something, honestly.

[lanaxviper]

“What can I say, I’m quite spiteful. However, calling me Georgie may not be helping me seem intimidating right now, love…”

“You’re plenty intimidating. The man who cuts you off at the bar holds all the power.”

@georgedixon3

[georgedixon3-blog]

you're such a smol bean omfg

“A smol bean… I might have to disagree, unfortunately. I’m actually more of a human than a vegetable, and my height is average for my age.”

[lanaxviper]

“I promise. If you fuck with him the wrong way, Georgie has a mean streak a mile wide.”

[shootingstar26-deactivated20240]

[gracieceleste]

- the bottle let me down -

[lanaxviper]

gracieceleste:

Grace nodded, though her expression remained frozen in skepticism. Daddy. She’d heard Americans call their parents such childish nicknames even at the age of forty, but it never failed to send the taste of bile shooting onto her taste buds. “Right,” she murmured, her eyebrow arching further along her forehead at the light scuffle that ensued. Nevertheless, they reached the bar soon after, and Grace elbowed her way into the line of people loitering at the bar, earning her a few dirty looks from the nearby group of girls Lana had so effortlessly squeezed through. Grace tended to use a more forceful approach. 

“Please,” she snorted, drumming a rhythmless beat against the wet wood, “tequila, for sure. I don’t mix.”

The bartender slid over to double shot glasses and Lana tapped the bar top with her point finger, as he filled them. “Perfection.” He slid over a salt shaker and a dish with two limes. Lana quickly licked the back of her palm, salted the space, and lifted a lime toward the blonde. “I’m Lana, by the way. On three then?” She slid the closer of the two shot glasses toward herself and nodded. “One...two...three...” She licked the salt from her hand and threw back the shot. The patron was sharp, fresh, even. She blew out between her teeth and laughed. “Damn...cheers to a damn good night.”

[lanaxviper]

to-be-fckin-frank:

Frankie didn’t register the impact so much as the burning sensation that was now wreaking havoc on her bare arms. In turn, the spilled coffee sizzling on her made her drop her own cup, and chaos ensued. A nearby mother let out a wordless exclamation, and yanked her child away from the frothy mess that was littering the ground. Raucous laughter bounced along the walls surrounding the coffee-drenched pair, and Frankie’s cheeks heated up almost as much as her arms.  “Shit,” she muttered to herself, trying to wipe some of the piping hot coffee off of her person, “uh… Ten points to us…?”

In any circumstance, Lana was the first to place blame. But when she realized the brunette was covered, too, all she could do was laugh. “Fuck...” But her smile said she wasn’t pissed, somehow, for whatever reason. But she wasn’t going to question it; it was funny, sad, even, that they were both covered in pis poor, instant coffee. “I’m going down the street to the fuckin’ Dunkin’ next time...this place is a disaster.”

[lanaxviper]

evanliedermann:

Evan had never developed a real taste for coffee–his mother had hated it, and so they’d never kept it in the house, and the burned-black cups that they served at the restaurant he’d worked at through high school hadn’t encouraged him to drink it regularly. Still, he liked the coffee shop atmosphere–the hum of conversation and clatter of dishes–and it felt less pathetic to hang out in a coffee shop than it did to hang out in the diner where he was also employed. Besides, they had great tea.

Years of carrying glasses back and forth helped him keep his balance and hold the mug of Darjeeling steady when a young woman pushed her chair into him. She wasn’t so lucky, and spilled her coffee everywhere. As she cursed, he carefully set the cup of tea down and pulled napkins from the dispenser. “Are you okay?” he asked, holding them out to her.

Lana groaned again as he asked if she was okay, handing her napkins. “Do I look like I’m okay? I’m covered in below average quality coffee and my shirt is ruined.” She snatched the napkins from his hand and started blotting the shirt; it was a light tan. There was no use. Lana rolled her eyes and chucked the coffee cup into the open mouth of the trash can. She glanced up to him, seeing his tea sitting nicely on the counter.

“Glad to see your drink is where it’s supposed to be. In a damn cup.” The sarcasm was palpable in the air and she didn’t even care.

[lanaxviper]

Lana had gone and done it again, partied too hard, drank too much, and not taken care of herself. This time, though, she had woken up with only a headache. Thankfully, no vomit was involved in any capacity. That was a win as far as Lana was concerned, which was sad. But today, she was sitting in the coffee shop, nursing a cup of coffee, sunglasses on, inside. The shop was louder than she would have liked - cups slamming, spoons hitting the counters, pencils tapping - and she groaned. “I swear to fucking God...could this place be any louder?” 

She pushed the chair back in an attempt to stand, but her chair collided with a body and she dropped another f-bomb. Coffee, everywhere. “Fuck -fuck...fuck...”

[lanaxviper]

Task #001/??? People who have influenced your character’s life.

Lana Viper was raised by her father. She barely remembers what her mother looks like at this point. Her father taught her from the start what it meant to be a Viper. She’s used to late nights, long walks home, and nice things. Despite the toxic environment she has grown up in and the crass way in which she interacts with her father, the love between them is pure. She knows that he will always have her back regardless of what she has done or where she has been.

With The Viper Room as her father’s legacy, she hopes to one day inherit the family business, but she has a lot of growing to do. She has seen her father come home with different people every night, drink himself silly, and then reprimand her for the same actions. The back and forth and bitterness is something that she resents but she knows that when it comes down to it, he loves her. And she loves him. Though she’ll never say that out loud, not if she can help it.

@halviper

[gracieceleste]

- the bottle let me down -

[lanaxviper]

gracieceleste:

Grace’s thumb hit the red telephone on her screen as soon as she saw the kid approach. Her brow quirked slowly at the feel of her arm linking with hers, both sets of lithe muscles bumping together awkwardly as she followed the young girl’s lead. Her eyes scanned the crowd.

“I’m guessing the texts were a business move, then,” Grace concluded, catching sight of more newcomers entering the bar, gaze hungrily searching for alcohol and forgettable partners for the night. “Which is odd, because you can’t legally work here. So what’s with the impromptu party, stranger?”

Lana nodded, patting the other blonde on the forearm. “Business move...just helping daddy. Which in turn, helps me.” A large man bumped her and she shoved him back, to which he simply laughed and shook his head. “Watch it.” She snapped playfully, brushing her hair from her face with her free hand. 

The bar top was already fairly fully but Lana slipped right back in between two girls and pulled Grace along with her gently. “Two...tequila?” She glanced at Grace with a quirked brow. “Or something mixed? It’ll be a good night regardless.” 

[lanaxviper]

Text >> Daddy

Daddy [23.25]: I want the keys to your car.

Lana [23.32]: Your identifier on that last text is why I'm not giving them to you?

Lana [23.32]: Mine.