bang bang.

мaхιne вoυcнeт oui oui, motherfucker.

[maxinebouchet]

sturgthatpod:

“ speak of the devil ! “ grinning as he appeared at her side with two cups of punch, surprise flicking over his features as he took her in, smile softening although he was no closer to silencing his usual stream of overzealous words. “ no fucking shit? you look great and then decide to share this is a  repeat  occurrence? ”  sturg asked “ i need details, max. time. place. circumstances. it’s important information. vital. “ 

maxine looked over at sturg, a bright pink tint coloring her cheeks as she took the punch he offered her. “you’re a lifesaver.” she chose to look away, unwilling to let him see the way his words coaxed a smile onto her lips. “way back when i actually had to attend events and such, dad always wanted me to dress nice. i’ve got a trunk full of these but i never really get the chance to bust them out, do you think i should try it more often?” her brows arched upwards as she finally glanced over at him, hiding her smile behind her cup. “you clean up nice too. dare i say, you look hot. don’t let that get to your head please.”

[maxinebouchet]

cresswxlls:

“ not to stand in your way or anything, but who said you have to keep the heels? I’m pretty sure the dress code only applied to clothes, clothes. they didn’t specify much of anything about your shoes. ”

“as i’ve heard countless times before, the shoes make the outfit. so i’d be a pretty shitty girl if i let something as stupid as pain keep my from looking great.” maxine shrugged, fidgeting in place. “they are the work of satan though.”

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medablack:

andromeda glanced sideways at the girl, taking in her red dress. “ — i’d return the compliment, if you didn’t look so much like a GRYFFINDOR. ” although her words were contemptuous, amusement hovered at the corners of her mouth.she glanced around before waving her wand once over her goblet of pumpkin juice, immediately transforming it into a sweet-smelling mulled wine. raising her eyebrows at maxine, she took a sip. “ — did you still need that DRINK? ”

“it’s supposed to be on theme, red, valentines... the blood of all men or whatever. seemed like a good idea at the time.” maxine laughed softly, peering down at her dress. she knew the comments were lighthearted so she took no true offense to them, she was trying to be nicer for the evening at least. “if you’re offering one then yes. i could always use a drink if i’m being perfectly honest.”

[maxinebouchet]

caruhdoc:

           ‘  geez.  we’ve had sex before, maxine  …  cool it.  ’   he playfully straightened his tie, chuckling to himself as he offered her a smile.  ‘  people might think you’re desperate, complimentin’ me like that.  ’  

                               ‘  so who’d ya bring with you tonight ?  ’

“let them go ahead and think so, they already think i’m a raging lesbian so why not give them hell.” she shrugged, smirking softly as she helped him arrange his tie in the end. “i went stag tonight. unsurprisingly i wasn’t asked. i’d also like to point out it’s not as tragic as it sounds, i just wasn’t expecting it either.”

[maxinebouchet]

medablack:

andromeda’s cool gaze flickered down to the other girl’s heels, something almost like a sympathetic wince passing over her otherwise impassive face. “ — just take them off when the DANCING starts. that’s what i always do. ”

“it’s more of a personal challenge, though let’s be honest i’ll probably throw these to the wind once everything gets going. whats the point of a party if you can’t REALLY enjoy it right?” she laughed softly, tugging at her dress. “ you look great by the way.”

[maxinebouchet]

caruhdoc:

                ‘  ya clean up nicely.      fuckin’ knockout.  ’

“we’ve had sex before doc, no need to pull out the sweet talkin’.” maxine teased, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks. “still works like a charm though. you’re looking dishy tonight, very smart. i like the look.”

[maxinebouchet]

“i need a drink. i haven’t worn a dress like this in a long damn while and i need a drink if i’m going to power through this night in heels.” 

[maxinebouchet]

ritaskcctcr:

“  bored? shush now, you’ll tarnish the fascinating lifestyle of rockstars everywhere,  ”   raising her brow with an air of authority, she shifted in her seat to eye the brunette with a scrutinizing glance.   “  and yet you’re familiar with my work anyway. it’s flattering, really. i can live with being a “guilty pleasure”.  ”  

“hey it can’t be sex, drugs and alcohol ALL the time. we’d all probably be dead if that were the case.” maxine was unfazed by the blonde’s change of stance, merely granting her a soft shrug and the same nonchalant smile she’d donned for the better part of their conversation. “i wouldn’t outright dismiss anyone’s trade, you’ve got a monopoly on all things gossip, i respect the craft. i’m not exactly going to chuck it to the bin without giving it a good read.” 

[maxinebouchet]

FOR: Maxine Bouchet

FROM: A Ghost

NOTE: You are my favorite drummer in the whole world. And you’re super hot.

[maxinebouchet]

sturgthatpod:

“ you will absolutely eat those words, max. you’ve never seen anything farther away from pitiful than me. “ collecting himself enough to run his fingers through his hair and head off in the direction of the classroom they used for practices. his strides were long and hands animated as they walked, a never ending store of energy seeming to fuel him.  his speech was quick, a long stream of conscious thought  “ ‘takes requests. no shit. alright well then, tiny dancer’– SHIT. wait.   stevie.   how did i forget about stevie??  jesus. unacceptable. you do any nicks? course, you do. “ 

“i’m easily swayed into believing you, i mean you are singlehandedly the most lively person i know.” that was a compliment in its own right, there were few kind words max would afford her friends in passing but sturgis was often the recipient of a fair couple. “do i know NICKS? are you kidding?” maxine chuckled softly, falling in step beside him as they took to their usual musical safe haven. “of course i know nicks, fleetwood mac offers an enlightening experience. what are you thinking, dreams? maybe you can play it for me while i humiliate myself as i sing.”

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ritaskcctcr:

rita’s lips twitched with an uncontrollable smirk,  “ no, actually. i’ve found it’s not so much the ‘proof’, as the ‘convincing’.  ”  and her usual bark of a laugh was softened. her quill paused as she turned to her fellow ravenclaw who avoided the spotlight like the plague. a confusing notion for someone who had trouble with privacy.  “ curious who made the headline? i didn’t know you cared, sweets.  ”

“you’ve got me there, it’s definitely pretty damn convincing.” max laughed softly, clearly pleased with the blonde’s dismissal of her jabs. it was nice to interact with someone that wasn’t too sensitive. “not entirely curious, just exceedingly bored. i definitely don’t care, what’s the most riveting exposé you’ve got, a cheap fling in a broom closet? not exactly the kind of hard hitting journalism that catches my particular interest.”

[maxinebouchet]

acarrow:

“ psh, negativity is only counterproductive so long as you let it keep you down, dude. if you harness all the pessimism and light a fire under your ass with it or whatever, then you’re peachy keen and on your way to bigger and better places. just you watch, maybe now i’ll become a famed … concert harpist. you’re invited to my first show when I make it big. sturgis too, why not? you’ll all get tickets. but we won’t break anyone’s limbs, since, yeah; what a morbid way of not wanting someone to fail! here, get shitface stoned now to take your mind off broken bones. “

“wow, now you’re the one that sounds like sturg. i live in a blissful middle ground, not too positive not too negative. balance is the way to go. but i am looking forward to your eventual concerts, i’ll bring the boys and make ‘em behave somehow?” max shrugged, laughing softly. “now that is a good plan. come on then, light it up.”

[maxinebouchet]

ritaskcctcr:

“  sounds like you’ve been working on a few clever theories.  ”  rita noted, her tone rather flat and distracted as she paid more attention to the notes scribbled over her parchment.

“could it be considered a theory when i have solid proof it’s actually true?” maxine lowered herself onto the seat beside the girl, toying with her drumsticks absentmindedly. she didn’t really mind rita’s presence nor was she bothered by her ‘hobby’, she was just entertained by her nonchalance and clear lack of interest that reminded her much of herself. “looks like you’ve got yourself the latest scoop.”

[maxinebouchet]

sturgthatpod:

“ i’m not lazy. i’ve simply reached the end of my rope, my dear max. “ fingers clutching at his chest as he lowered himself to the chilly floor. punctuating his dramatics with appropriate moans and groans— only to be cut short by her next words. eyes widening and limbs flailing with his sudden surge of excitement.   “ oh shit– wait NOW?! you mean we’re doing this now? ” he asked, panicked as he scrambled to his feet. “ fuck yes! look at that fuckin’ recovery from the brink of death. miracle of music right there. “

“ so young? that is pitiful and not a worthy excuse.” her right brow shot upwards as he sprung back to life, the brunette taking a short step backwards in hopes of avoiding his flailing arms that would no doubt end up hurting her unintentionally. his outburst did, however, coax a soft albeit involuntary smile onto her lips. “yes, NOW. i figured it’s about time. especially now that i know my voice has mystical powers, can’t let that go to waste. pick a song then. what are you in the mood for?”

[maxinebouchet]

sturgthatpod:

               “  I’m gonna lay down on the floor and die for like half an hour, okay?  ”  

“aren’t i supposed to be the lazy one in this friendship? up off your ass podmore, you wanted me to sing for you didn’t you? i’m not a fan of lullabies so alleraller.”

[maxinebouchet]

@ritaskcctcr

“you’ve got something on your robes skeeter. i’d say it’s slime but you produce that naturally don’t you? guess it must be something else.”

[maxinebouchet]

acarrow.

“ if only, if only. I’m not even great enough at the harp these days to warrant my admittance into any group that’s worth resurrecting the behemoth for. oh! break a leg. see, I knew it sounded weird for a reason; not that what I said is any weirder than the actual phrase, really. I’ll keep my fingers crossed, man! for your enduring kindness and the continued wholeness of your extremities. “

“hey that negativity is counterproductive. OH SHIT. i sound like sturgis, never mind you keep dwelling on that i’m not going to push you to strive for dreams. really all of those coined phrases are quite bizarre, especially when awarding them to a musician. i think i speak for us all when i say the last thing we want as an omen of good fortune is the unspeakable risk of losing an asset like limb. the wholeness of my extremities is far more likely, i’m only really pleasant when i’m shitface stoned.”