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laincy:

“ you’re the reason i have trust issues, ” lainey spoke sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. still, she was intrigued. his confidence piqued her interest. plus, she wasn’t really the type of person to turn down free anything. “ alright. ” she pushed herself away from the wall, hands dipping into her pockets. “ i’m in. ”

“Yeah? Alright!” Nat smiles before nodding her over to walk beside him towards his apartment. They make natural small talk on the short stroll and before Nat knows it, they’re at his door. He lets them both in before throwing his keys on his bed and gesturing with wide arms to his humble abode. “Home sweet home.” He chuckles, sarcastically. The apartment is quite small containing only two rooms besides the one you walk into, a bedroom and a bathroom. “You want anything? Beer? Whiskey? Weed?”

#with lainey.#roleplay

ramonaparnell:

“God, probably. If it suddenly starts pouring outside, we’re definitely stuck inside some awful d-list romcom where he’s off to apologize to his true love for being a dick.” Ramona stepped further into the apartment, eventually helping herself to a seat on the sofa, comfortable enough to make herself at home. “A beer sounds good.”

Nat nods at his friend’s request and saunters over to the fridge. He pulls the door open and grabs two beers, one for each of them, before heading back over to where she’d seated herself. He flops down next to her, handing her the beer. He pulls out his bottle opener from his jean pocket and removes his own lid before offering Ramona the tool. “So what’ve you been up to? Feel like I ain’t seen you forever.” He asks before taking a sip of his beverage.

#with ramona.#roleplay

BOLD = Your character displays this trait, approves of or engages in this behavior (or item)

Italic = Your character is fine with this/has no opinion on it

Strikethrough = your character DOES NOT enjoy this

#i got distracted sry if i'm supposed to be replying to something lmao #headcannons; nat #— ☆*:・☽ you've been acting awful tough lately

laincy:

lainey laughed with him, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “ that’s good, ‘cause i’m not skid either. it was a test, ” she muttered, taking the last drag of her cigarette before dropping it to the ground, crushing it slowly. “ you know–everyone i’ve fucked had said the exact same thing, and i’ve had some pretty bad sex in my day. ”

Nat pondered that last sentence, formulating a response in his head. Eventually, he opens his mouth to speak; “Guess that’s a chance you’d have to take.” He replies, cocking his head slightly to the right. “The only think I can promise you is booze and weed.”

#what a desperate little bitch tbh #i hate nat so much i love him #with lainey.#roleplay

laincy:

“ a drink, ” lainey repeated the words, lips pursing in an attempt to stop her smile from spreading. it didn’t work. of course she knew exactly what he meant when he suggested something else as well, but lainey wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t turn everything into a game. “ like get high ?? ” she teased. “ only if you’ve got meth. ”

Nat chuckles and glances down at his boots before looking back up at her. “I ain’t that much white trash.” He laughs. “No meth, but I got plenty ‘a weed.” He adds, hoping to sweeten the deal. “An’ I’d say I’m a pretty good fuck, too.”

#THIS BOY #with lainey.#roleplay

laincy:

“ sure–why not ?? ” she offered with raised eyebrows and a coy smile. “ every night from ten to two ‘cept wednesdays and thursdays. ” lainey simply watched him as she spoke. “ though, i’d personally recommend coming on a weekday. the emptier it is, the more attention you’ll get. but just for the record–i bet i’d give you plenty of attention either way. ”

“Good to know.” Nat replies with a slight smirk tugging at his lips. Now he realizes the other’s obvious interest in him, his attitude changes. His cigarette had been reduced to almost nothing but the filter, so he throws it on the wet cement he’s standing on and stomps it out with his boot. “Or you could, ah, come back home with me.” He suggests, smirk growing. “For a drink,” He adds, returning Lainey’s gaze. “maybe something else?”

#with lainey #roleplay #NAT THINKS HE'S SO FUCKING SMOOTH I SWEAR TO GOD THIS FUCKER

laincy:

unable to help herself, lainey cracked the smallest of smiles. “ good enough, i guess. ” she shrugged nonchalantly. “ actually–no. i’m very good. i have to be, otherwise i wouldn’t make enough tips to support my addictions, ” she admitted, jokingly. “ why, you wanna come around and watch a show ?? you should. ”

“Watching you dance?” Nat began, shaking his head and moving his cigarette from his fingers to his teeth. “Name a time, sweetheart.” He added, half sarcastically, half seriously. He really wouldn’t mind watching Lainey at work, but he didn’t know the near-stranger’s boundaries with people like him.

#with lainey.#roleplay #nat: *is aggressively sexually frustrated*

laincy:

“ aw, we’re like neighbours. how cute, ” she beamed, tilting her head back down to look at him as she continued to work her way through her cigarette. “ riverdale. well–i guess if we’re sharing origin stories, i grew up on a farm. ” digging her hands into her pockets, she let her gaze fall to her feet. “ i dance. ”

In this neighborhood, Nat knows exactly what that answer means. Nat admires her lack of shame about the profession, as she really has nothing to be ashamed of. “Dance, huh?” Nat comments. “You any good?” He further inquires, hitting his cigarette a couple of times.

#with ramona.#roleplay

ramonaparnell:

Ramona stood before Nat’s door, more than grateful for the work day to be over, and knocked obnoxiously as she waited for him to open it. It didn’t take long for him to answer and once he did she took no time in letting herself in, rolling her eyes at his greeting but flashing him a grin all the same. “Sorry I’m late,” she said, dropping her things by the door. “I would’ve been here sooner but some guy came in five minutes before closing and it took forever to get him to leave. Who buys flowers at nine o'clock at night?” She had been looking forward to going over to Nat’s all day, to be able to catch up and unwind from the hectic week. “What’ve you been up to? Hopefully nothing too fun without me.”

Nat chuckles at the complaint Ramona adds as she storms into his apartment. “Assholes in romantic comedies?” He offers in response, snickering with the comment. He likes to believe that he’s an extra in stupid movies filled with oblivious straight people most of the time, and he’s just looking into the camera like on a sitcom. After Ramona’s question, he contemplates the contents of his life for a moment. “Nah, not really.” He answers. “You want anything? Beer? Weed? Whiskey?”

#with ramona.#roleplay

text » soren

soren: geez.

soren: i think this is either their way of trying to commune with us or trying to rub their armani and rolex in our faces but my guess is it's both

nat: UddFUCKERS

nat: i'm so mad this dude with a briefcase keeps bumping into me

nat: bitch this is the southside people don't have breifcases

#with soren.#text.#roleplay

Nat springs up from the love seat where he’d been boringly flipping the pages to a book he’s read a couple hundred times for the past fifteen minutes, waiting for Ramona to arrive, and he finally hears that knock on the door. He rushes the couple meters to the door and flings it open, to reveal his friend standing in the frame. It was Friday, he couldn’t sleep, so what’s a guy to do accept invite his best friend over and get fucking drunk and fucking high? “What’s up, fucker!” Nat says, enthusiastically, letting Ramona inside and pushing the door closed behind her.

#with ramona.#starter; private #roleplay

text » tate

tate: preach it dude

tate: this is literally what i tell my sisters all the time they don't fucking get it

nat: most rich people don't get it

nat: most rich people don't get like anything

nat: accept money lmao

#with tate.#text.#roleplay

adcmf:

“I bought a monthly subscription once.” Adam blurts out in a voice that’s all seriousness, like he’s coming clean about something way worse than paying for porn. He doesn’t even know why he’s bringing it up because the guy is a complete stranger, but he seems like a chill dude considering the way he reacted earlier so Adam just goes for it. “It was a Sunday afternoon, I was super hungover and I thought– fuck it! I’m gonna pay for porn this month, ‘cus you know, I want that high res right in my face. So a few days later, I’m out grocery shopping and my card gets declined. I call the bank, and they’re like ‘there’s been a suspicious charge on your credit card’ and basically I had to tell this chick on the phone that the suspicious activity was in fact me, paying for porn. Right there in the grocery store.” he says, a small grin forming on his lips. “And yeah, I live on the Southside. I just got off work actually. What about you?”.

“Oh fuck, that’s rough.” Nat chuckles, heartily. The mere thought of having to explain something like that to a total stranger both terrifies and amuses Nat to his core. He then responds to the other’s question. “Yeah, Canaryville. Grew up in Riverdale, though.” He explains. "I’m Nat, by the way.” He adds, realizing he’d never introduced himself. “Where do you work?” He inquires, wanting to continue this conversation.

#with adam.#roleplay

laincy:

“ yup–as in short for elaine. as in my parents thought it would be nice to give me an old lady name for some reason, so i was gifted something cuter. ” she shrugged once, absent-mindedly flicking her ashes away after taking another drag. “ bit of a loaded question. simple answer–yeah. couple blocks that-a way, ” she replied, nodding her head in the direction she lived. “ you ?? ”

“Yeah I live a block and a half over there.” Nat supplied, pointing towards his apartment. If they were on the roof, you could’ve seen in from the bar. “Grew up in Riverdale, though.” He adds to the end of his statement. “So, uh, what do ya do? K’know, work-wise?”

#with lainey.#roleplay

text » tate

tate: statement of the century tbh

nat: them motherfuckers, thinking they're better than me

nat: thinkin they're entitled to everything

nat: heres a hint: you're still an asshole even if you have money

#with tate.#text.#roleplay

text » soren

soren: did something happen or are you just thinking about rich people and got pissed off

soren: because honestly same

nat: motherfuckers taking up space on the train when everyone KNOWS they can afford to buy a car

nat: like sorry but some of us have places to be and you need to not

#with soren.#text.#roleplay

laincy:

“ some hidden ones, eh ?? how mysterious. now you’ve got me all intrigued. think i could catch a peek ?? ” she teased, nose scrunching up slightly. “ well–we can’t all be lumberjacks i guess. but the clean, baby face works for you. s’cute. ” as she watched him reach for the lighter, lainey found herself leaning in a bit closer to him to have a better reach, eyes only briefly falling on the flickering flame before meeting his again. “ thanks. ” leaning back against the wall, she look a long drag before leaning her head back to watch the smoke escape her lips while she stared up at the night sky. “ nat, ” she repeated, as if to confirm. “ ‘m lainey. ”

“Lainey, huh?” Nat utters, softly smirking and raising his eyebrows. As they smoke their cigarettes, Nat feels the pressure to make conversation. So blowing out his smoke, he inquires, “You from around here?” as the sky began to grow dark. To his luck, his apartment was mere blocks away from the bar and he wouldn’t have to take any trains or other public transport. Plus, if he does end up wanting to show her those hidden tattoos, he’s just right around the corner.

#with lainey.#roleplay #also his tattoos are lame they're a triangle that represents some stuff on his peck and his siblings's birthdays added up on his collarbon

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