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𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍.

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Reaching Cherry’s turf had been one thing. The Southsiders, contrary to popular belief, were actually capable of giving a shit and not decimating others or destroying public property. But with the kids from Cherry Proper now on their turf, his mind shot back to the Proper kid he’d had to talk down from pummeling a wisecracker (he never said Southsiders always made the best decisions). There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that, if something were to go awry, the local would be blamed. Fuck you, dad! Arms crossed, he continued ‘doing the stare thing,’ despite the protests of Debra as she approached. “These kids caused a scene at a funeral they had nothing to do with, Deb,” he remarked, as if it were a brilliant explanation (however, it was yet another strike for the Proper). “Vipers bite the heads of their mates and mothers off.” Looking over his shoulder, he continued, “What do you believe happens when they are invited to play amongst mice?” Sad, sad, sad – that the Southsiders were looked upon as the vipers of their small town.

Humming, low and quiet, he considered the idea. “I used to be quite good, you know.”

— ☾ —

“I’m sure they had a reason,” Debra wasn’t a Proper sympathizer by any means (she was), and what happened at the funeral was completely uncalled for but, “they’ve gone through a lot too. I don’t know, don’t you think it’s time we stop judging people because they were born on a different side of town?” A different side of town, in a different tax bracket, with nicer clothes and bigger homes. To her, there was bad all around Cherry. That much could be proven with the corrupt mayors and dead girls popping up all around Proper. The Southside at least had a cause. The Southside wasn’t the problem.

“Emir, what does that even mean?” It took a lot in her not to just say that it wasn’t that deep, but she withheld herself. Emir spoke in riddles and she had come to learn that early on in their friendship! However, she wasn’t interested in decoding them.

I used to be quite good, you know. “Yeah?” Deb couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, nodding. “Well, don’t make me drag you out there. That would just be embarrassing for you.”

#𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | emir erdogan.#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 | emir erdogan.

𝐎𝐙𝐙𝐘 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐀.

who: ozzy and open! what: blending in? where: the drive-in

There were certain places on the Southside Ozzy had sworn never to step foot in again… and that was most places. He didn’t come to the Southside to have fun anymore, not that he’d ever had that much fun over here to begin with. No, his trips were reserved strictly for volunteer purposes, and the occasional sweep by his old haunts to make sure his ex was still alive check up on things. He probably could have skipped this whole thing, no one would have second guessed it, but he wasn’t about to let the integration of the Southside scare him away from attending town events. After all, he had as much of a right to be here as everyone else, right?

That doesn’t take away any of his nervous energy, and he peeks over his shoulder before turning back to the person across from him, “Do you think it’ll be much longer before this thing ends?”

— ☾ —

Debra didn’t know if she had ever seen the Drive-In so full like tonight. It got busy at times, but Proper kids only showed up every now and again, and it was a miracle the Drive-In made money at times. Then again, what other entertainment would they have? Knife fights in alleyways could only hold attention for so long before even that boredom set in. “I’m sure no one would care if you dipped out,” Deb shrugged, confused. She wasn’t expecting to see Ozzy in the Southside ever again, even with the whole fusing of both sides of town. “I’m surprised you’re even here. You sure it’s not like... unsafe of you to be here?” She wasn’t going to say anything to anyone, but the Big Dogs could be unforgiving at times. Even if they were all supposed to be on their best behavior tonight.

#𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | ozzy okala.#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 | ozzy okala.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: debra foster & @thewriter-noah

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: welcome to my side of town, buddy!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the bowling alley

The bowling alley, the drive in, the arcade, it was all like a second home to Debra. She could recall it being a home away from home whenever she was younger, far from her mom or dad’s house. Sometimes it was her nearest escape from the gang, sometimes it was just a place to hang out with friends. Debra noticed Noah walking inside, and didn’t know what was the right protocol. They were co-workers, but Debra knew that at the end of the day she was still a southsider. Being in Proper wasn’t some welcome invitation, it was a job and she just happened to know Noah. Still, wasn’t it just as rude to pretend like he didn’t exist? By the time Deb got out of her head, her strides had already taken her right in front of Noah. “Hey, Noah!” She said, almost too excitedly. “Kinda funny to see you around here, huh? On my side of town and all?” God, this was weird. It was weird, wasn’t it? “Don’t worry about paying. Consider it retribution for all the spilled drinks.”

#𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | noah russell.#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 | noah russell.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: debra foster & @ofsouthsidcrs

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: you’re not a southsider tonight, enjoy it!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the drive in

It wasn’t often that Debra felt like she had an off night. Being a part of the Southside gang... it was a full time job. One that required a pager and knowing how to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Tonight felt different. For once, Debbie felt like she could breathe. Maybe it was because tonight she didn’t have to hide, she could just do whatever she wanted. Perks of being in her natural element, or something along those lines. Spotting Rocky, Debra jogged over to her, waving! Were they friends? Coworkers? It didn’t matter to Deb. After all, Rocky was like royalty to her. She had lived in Proper at one point and even if she did end up in the Southside? It didn’t change that Debra loved stories about what it was like to live in Proper, what the schools were like, even if Rocky didn’t seem too thrilled about it.

“This feels kinda crazy, right?” Debra asked, a nervous laugh emitting from her lips as she looked behind her. All the cars piled in the drive in looked much nicer than what her dad drove. Something Debra never thought she’d say. “Not having to keep an eye on everything?” Maybe she’d have to knock on wood, but she was taking this as an opportunity to have fun for one night. “Do you wanna like... steal some food and hang out?”

#hope this is okay yell @ me if not #𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | rocky zhou.#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 | rocky zhou.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: debra foster & @emirerdogan

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: come on you sad sap, let’s have some fun!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: bowling alley

The drive in, and the bowling alley at that, was one of the few places that Debra felt most comfortable. Maybe it was because her great-something way back when built it, but she could remember years of sitting on the counter of the food shack while her dad served customers because they were short staffed that day or how she’d run around with her friends, making the bowling alley their own spot away from their parents or the Southside gang. It was one of the busiest places in the Southside, but with Proper kids flooding in, their cardigans resting on the chairs or their cherry sodas spilling on the floor, the place was bumping more than usual. Debra didn’t even roll her eyes when someone started playing Day-O on the jukebox. It felt like maybe, just maybe, the Proper and Southside were finally coming together.

Sipping on her straw full of soda, she rested against the counter of the food shack, glancing over at Emir. “You’re doing the stare thing, knock it off,” she chided, knocking Emir’s shoulder with her own. “We’re fine,” there was nothing to worry about in Debra’s eyes. People were having fun, there were no fights, and everyone seemed to be on their best behavior. “We should bowl,” then she gave him a smile, ready to tease him. “You do know how to bowl, right?”

#𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | emir erdogan.#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 | emir erdogan.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎: debra foster & @harveyiii

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: debra’s spill the beans era!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: near the pit booth

Debra had spent most of the day bouncing between her job at the Pit, handing out various cocktails or sodas, and trying to rally people for the Southside’s cause. It had left her with almost no time to actually enjoy the Block Party until she was officially clocked out for the day. She knew she would get called over to Emir’s booth in a matter of minutes, but she was going to enjoy the little bit of freedom she had until then. At least she was, until she spotted Harvey Hargrove a mere few meters away from her. She had rarely spoken to him, only once at a party. In fact, she had never really spoken to most of the illustrious gang before. They seemed like Cherry royalty in some aspects. Names she would always know because of their life being turned upside down.

Harvey was a different case. The golden boy. The star athlete. Harvard Hargrove’s son. Snatching two lemonades from The Pit booth, she approached Harvey cautiously, her shoulders slumped. What was she doing? It was like her brain was moving quicker than her body, telling her that this would probably be the only time she could get him alone and pick his brain. For information. “Harvey, right?” She asked, holding out one of the cups of lemonade. A peace offering. “It’s really cool that your dad is letting us slum it up here with you Cherriots. You know, considering I feel like we’re all supposed to be his dirty little secret,” a smile on her face, she was only joking, but she had also assumed that Harvey was aware of his dad’s dealings. Him being the future heir and all.

#debra giving harvey a lemonade is giving kendall jenner pepsi commercial #𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | harvey hargrove.#𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 | harvey hargrove.

𝖏𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑.

☾⭒✶

Now, here was a face that he didn’t immediately recognize - a presence in Cherry Township that he couldn’t immediately place - but he supposed that nobody in Cherry was that far off when you got to the, like, ‘Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon’ of it all. Someone always knew someone, who knew someone else… Still. It was nice to be able to swipe a grin across his face, and mean it - someone who might not have some predisposed opinion of him? Wow.

“I actually registered to vote the day I turned 18? My Nan basically escorted my ass down to the courthouse… Shoved all the forms in my hands, and said that ‘It’s my duty as a Cromwell to try and keep the rich assholes who live around here from running things for the rest of us.’” Jamie’s smile went a little sideways - bad way to introduce himself? Maybe. “Guess she saw this whole thing coming at some point.”

“Anyway, uh - you can give me the whole spiel if you want, but I’ve already heard it from a couple of your friends. I respect the move into our side of town, just… can’t imagine why you would want to deal with all of ‘em, you know? Don’t really see the Proper welcoming anyone with open arms anytime soon. Dividing lines around here run deep: you can trust me on that one.”

— ☾ —

Debra couldn’t quite gauge the guy in front of her. Everything about him screamed not-from-Proper yet... here they both were in the smack dab middle of it all. “Does that mean I can count on Nan to vote too?” She joked, her lips quirking up into a smile. She didn’t really care how many people voted for Hasim, it was all the same. Vote one bad guy out for another one. The only difference was that Debra was only loyal to one, and at least that one could help her out.

She knew that Proper didn’t want her here. There was a caste system to it all. Keep the bad ones out which was really just code for we can tell you shop secondhand. It was a dog eat dog world in Cherry and yet, she wanted nothing more than to be in Proper. Wanting to get milkshakes with friends instead of planning the latest take down in the warehouse. It felt nice that this guy hadn’t turned her away. Maybe like, she stood a chance. Even if it was undeniably clear that he wasn’t in the upper crust of Cherry Township.

“Let me guess,” she nodded her head, tucking her clipboard underneath her ribs. “You grew up in a trailer park, probably told your entire life that there was nothing else for you, because,” she turned on her heel, now standing right next to him, her eyes looming over Harvard Hargrove’s The Whatever’s booth, with his picture perfect family. Something she would never have. Something that this long haired guy next to her would never have. “They’ve had it all. They weren’t practically born in a ditch and told to fend for themselves and they never will. He’s letting us in here today but tomorrow? C.P.D. will probably be sitting at the border and I’ll have to fight them just to get to work.”

This wasn’t her usual spiel she gave, not to the ones who obviously had money to spend or the ones who would vote for Hargrove no matter what she said. “Basically, we shouldn’t just hang tight and let the Hargrove’s of the world do whatever the hell they want and I’m not saying Hasim will be any better,” her voice dropped lower just in case any of the Big Dogs were listening. “But it has to start somewhere. Who cares if Proper hates us as long as there’s still someone on our side?”

#debra foster future politician #𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | jamie cromwell.#𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 | jamie cromwell.

2, 10, 28 !

2. what was your last aol message?

Answered here.

10. what is your favorite holiday?

"I’m a sucker for Christmas. I don’t know what it is about it, but it just feels so cozy. Plus they always sell those round coke bottles.”

28. what is your biggest fear?

“Leaving the Southside. I think just disappointing people. I don’t want to be the person who does something wrong or makes the bad move.”

#𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐢 | ANSWERED ASK.

32, 17, 2

32. first girl, or final girl?

“Uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Realistically, I think I’m a goner, but I tick off a lot of Final Girl points so... maybe time will tell in this town?”

17. do you see yourself as a hero, villain, anti hero, etc?

“Considering I basically have Southsider Trash stamped onto my forehead I’m gonna go with anti hero. I’ll die on the hill that we’re not all bad. In fact, none of us are bad. We were just dealt the harder cards.”

2. what was your last aol message?

“I don’t have a computer. You know, the whole ultra poor thing, so I don’t have an account.”

#𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐢 | ANSWERED ASK.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: debra foster & OPEN

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: lil debs doing her dirty work 4 the day

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the block party, obvi!

The lines between Proper and the Southside had slowly began to fade. Well, if they could all coexist at a block party, maybe it would be! It also gave Debra the perfect front to actually be at the block party. Had she shown up of her own volition with no Southsiders in sight... she would have had a bit of explaining to do. Luckily, she had been tasked to mingling on the Proper side. There weren’t many girls in the Southside gang, and not many that could throw on innocence like Debra. Thus, she was given a dress code by Hasim, to wear something unsuspecting as if to say hey, Southsiders can look nice too! She tugged at the sun dress she was in, clipboard in hand, as she hunted down voters. She had been bouncing between her job at The Pit and the Southside Gang all day long and just needed a break. Was this what it would be like when she was inevitably split between both worlds? Maybe!

She wanted to sit down, maybe have a lemonade, but Debra had been given a goal. Get youngin’s to either register to vote or convince voters that Hasim was in the best interest of Cherry Township. It was a task that Debra wasn’t surprised fell on her. How could you say no to a face like hers? “Hi, sorry to be a bother,” she smiled softly, tapping the next person she saw on the shoulder. If she could secure them, maybe she’d be allowed a break. “I’m with Hasim Erdogan’s campaign. I was wondering if there was any way I could convince,” or bribe, “you into registering to vote? Or at least hearing about our plans for Cherry? It would only take two minutes, tops!”

#cusastart

astoldbyteller

WELCOME TO MEME DAY.

Um, hello, Cherriots! So, like, I’ve totes been talking to Admin Em, and we decided we’re going to start having a fun little group activity every Saturday - and this week it’s Meme Day! You have until Monday to send out asks to your fellow players, and to post your memes. Make sure to send out as many memes as you receive - and don’t forget to reblog this post if you want to participate. Have fun!

who did you last message on aol?

what was your last aol message?

what is your favorite place in cherry?

who in cherry do you wish you were closer to?

what is your character’s favorite thing about mine?

what song have you been listening to lately?

who was your first kiss? most recent kiss?

do you like celebrating holidays?

do you like celebrating birthdays?

what is your favorite holiday?

what is one thing you’re looking forward to about summer?

what is in your refridgerator?

where is your favorite place to take a first date?

do you cook, or order takeout more?

do you have any scars?

what are 5 things your muse associates my muse with?

do you see yourself as a hero, villain, anti hero, etc?

how do you spend your weekends?

what is your favorite movie? why?

what do you do with your friends?

what is your favorite tv show?

do you sing in the shower?

what does your morning routine look like?

are you a neat freak, or totally unorganised?

what do you wear to bed?

what do you usually dream about?

what is your love language?

what is your biggest fear?

what are you afraid of?

how do you deal with bad memories?

what do you think your role would be in a horror movie? do you think you’d survive?

first girl, or final girl?

how do you hide your secrets?

which of the seven deadly sins do you relate to the most?

who are you most afraid of?

𝐖𝐇𝐎: debra foster & @caseyfm

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: debra is the worst bartender imaginable <333

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the pit!

Working at The Pit had its... challenges. It didn’t pay great and frankly, Debra wasn’t into her coworkers. Namely, Casey Russell. There was nothing that really irked her about him, but it was clear that people in Proper didn’t take kindly to Southsiders. Even ones like Debra who posed relatively no threat at the moment. It sucked, but she just kind of stayed away from the Russell’s when she was on the clock. She was here to get the hell out of the Southside, not make friendship bracelets with people who didn’t take to her to begin with. She was proud of where she came from, even if she wanted to leave it. It was the only life she ever knew. Debra just wanted more from life. Sue her!

Debra wasn’t much of a little bartender. Luckily, mostly everyone who came through those doors just wanted a beer. There was the occasional Old Fashioned or Vodka Soda, which were easy enough to grasp onto, but when someone requested a Mojito, she was absolutely dumbfounded. She had no choice, but to hunt down Casey down the bar. “Casey!” She hissed, in a whisper. “What the fuck is a Mojito and why would someone order that?”

#𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | casey russell.#𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 | casey russell.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: debra foster & @ozzyokala

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: *gasp* ozzy?!?!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: probably like the edge of cherry township that’s currently burnt to a crisp <333

Debra had been making herself cozy in Cherry Proper for the last week or so. Her new job at The Pit required her to be around town more and more. After all, if she didn’t get to know the place sooner or later how was she to ever survive her first year at C.C.U? Whenever that would be. She had gone to the beach, even made herself familiar with the coveted boardwalk, but she wanted to know the ins and outs. Where did people live? Where did they shop? She probably looked more like a tourist than a curious wanderer as she went down the strip that held all of the burned businesses lost in the fire. She had heard something about a coffee place, but turns out it had been eaten by the flames.

That royally sucked. With a sigh, she turned on her heel, not expecting to see Ozzy fucking Okala in front of her. He was the kind of person Debra wished she was. He cut everyone off in an instant, went to school, and never looked back. It was her dream. A dream she was too scared to commit to. “Ozzy?” She asked, daring to step closer to him. When he left, all loyalty went out the window. Southsiders didn’t take kindly to people who preferred Proper. It was like a sin and Debra had happily complied when it happened. Always the follower, never the leader. It’s how she survived. "How... How’s Proper been?” What do you say to the person you turned a cold shoulder to?

#𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | ozzy okala.#𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 | ozzy okala.

𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊.

who: Open Starter What: Delivering a pizza Where: The beach

Cam wasn’t sure how it happened. He’d spent all day at the Archer’s event and not once. Not a single time had he heard anything about an after party. Not a whisper. Not a hint. Nothing. So he’d have been lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bummed when his family got the order. The order that had him standing at the edge of the beach, pizza in hand, and no clue who it was supposed to go to. He tried to get a feel for who’s party it was, but the longer he stood there the more he came to realize that it really did seem like a free for all. From the smoke pit, to the music, to the s’mores, it seemed like it was anyone’s ball game as long as he got the one thing he needed to get done completed.

“Hey!” He shouted to the first person who came into view. “Any chance you’re the one who ordered a pie?” He asked eagerly, hoping that this wasn’t going to take too long. “I didn’t get a name for the order, I was just told to come drop it off by the beach. Not super helpful instructions and not looking good for my tip.” He added as he patted the lid to the box.

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Debra realized almost immediately that when she arrived to the Orchard Shore Beach, she was out of her element. There weren’t very many people she knew there and the ones she did know seemed to be with other people. She had mostly tried to keep to the shadows, drinking her beer, and judging what song was playing over the stereo. She had decided that maybe her time was nearing close to the end. She could try and talk to someone, maybe snag a s’more or two, but she still felt so nervous being on the proper side and not wreaking havoc.

“Me? No,” she shook her head, glad to see a familiar face even if it was in the presence of him delivering a pizza. The Pizza Palace had long become a staple to Debra’s heart. Neither her or her dad could cook for shit, so she had spent many nights grabbing a pie after getting off of work at The Pit. “But tell you what. I’ll give you..” she reached into her back pocket, pulling out the little bit of money she had. “A ten and we could split the thing? I’m sure whichever drunken fool ordered that has long forgotten about it.”

#me doing calculations on inflation #like how much would a pizza cost in 1999 #getting my lore right <333 #𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 | INTERACTIONS.#𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | cameron castle.#𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 | cameron castle.

𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖊.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: harvey & open 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓: he’s laying in the lifeguard tower because he just spent the last hour in Frankie’s smoke circle… the boy is high af 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the lifeguard tower

Maybe it wasn’t, like, the best idea to get high off of his ass only days out of waking up from a Phantom induced coma? But Harvey couldn’t help himself after the night he had had. The fight with Zev was still ringing in his ears, and so was his conversation with Casey… With Kitty, and with Rory, and with everyone else who had asked him how he was, or given him some look from across the room. He’d hoped the weed would help him forget but with a groan -

“Whoa - come on!” Harvey jumped - flinched is more like it, even if he wouldn’t have called it that - as someone poked their head into his sanctuary. He wouldn’t have been so startled if his skin wasn’t buzzing so loud, but he knew if he focused too hard on it, it might make his head spin faster than he knew what to do with. “You know, you could knock next time? It’s the -” Well, maybe that was only houses. And rooms. Whatever.

“It’s the polite thing to do when entering new spaces… or something.”

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Debra had no reason to show up when she heard of a little beach party, but she was... intrigued. Partying on the beach? What a concept! The only parties she had gone to were in abandoned buildings in the Southside. Her curiosity got to the better of her as she went to beach, by herself, just to see how the Cherry Proper kids got up to it. It was refined, more than she could imagine. Beer pong, volleyball... s’mores? This seemed more than just drinking and hitting the shit.

She had been at the beach for about thirty minutes before she decided to toddle off to the lifeguard tower for refuge. It didn’t take her long to realize she didn’t really know anybody and she didn’t want to answer any questions about where she came from. Getting a target on her back immediately at a party didn’t sound like a wild night. Peeking her head inside, she was met with someone else in the tower. “Shit, sorry!” She apologized. “I didn’t think anyone else would be in here,” Debra admitted, ready to dart back outside and run back home from embarrassment until she looked down and saw that this guy did not look well.

“Are you okay? You look a little... out of it.”