Your point is?

[dancedakota]

Dakota laughed, finding Nick’s humor to be a good distraction for him. Dakota took the lighter from her with a grateful smile. “Oh, do I get brownie points if I say I’ve also smoked illegal substances before?” He asked, wriggling his eyebrows before he was lighting up the end of what Nick referred to as a ‘sin stick’. “Everyone has a bit of a wild side to them. I happen to just like being a goody two shoes guy.” He shrugged. Though now a days, with his jasper problem, he wondered just how much his goody two shoes side could take until it cracked.

[nicksinclair-blog]

“I don’t give out ‘Brownie points’,” Nick informed him with a wry smile, raising an eyebrow. “But it does make you seem much less innocent and naive. Which, in my opinion, is a good thing. People who are naive are the bane of my existence,” She told him matter-of-factly, inhaling deeply from her cigarette.

[itsonlyzac]

nicksinclair:

“I… that is NOT true…” Nick snorted. But it was, and they both knew it. All her feigned arrogance, her sarcastic- sometimes verging on downright nasty- disposition and the pretense that she didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her… they were all because she DID care what people thought of her. She wanted to seem strong, independent, overconfident- because when it all boiled down to it, she wanted so badly to mask the fact that she was, really, emotionally stunted and afraid of letting anyone in. “Your place, probably. My roommate is home and if he sees me upset he’ll probably be all… NICE to me,” Nick curled her upper lip, as if that were the worst thing in the world. It wasn’t, and she knew it, but she still had to pretend it was something she abhorred. Zac had a no-nonsense way about him that Nick, deep down, actually appreciated and right now she’d rather deal with that than someone who would be very gentle and sweet, which Nick didn’t know how to cope with.

“And you’re not currently on the ground,” Zac replied sarcastically. He waited for her to make up her mind, nodding. The fact the girl was worried about someone being nice to her said a lot more about her than she probably realized. This girl had it all backwards, when life was shit you needed people to be nice to you, in hopes to make the shit seem a lot less important. “Fine, but if you wake my kid up then you got to deal with a fussy kid, so keep your volume low and your puking in a minimum.” Zac offered a hand to her to help her up. Right now, other than hoping she didn’t wake Elliot up, he hoped the girl could walk. Sometimes alcohol affected people to the point they thought they were walking a straight line but really they were spreading themselves all over the floor going the wrong way. “You can stay in the spare bedroom if you need to.”

[nicksinclair-blog]

She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm- hypocritical beyond belief, given how sarcastic she herself was to other people. But still, she didn’t like it served back at her, and didn’t care how much of a double standard that was. “I’m not gonna wake your kid up.” Nick snorted, shaking her head. “And I’m not going to puke. I don’t puke. Ever.” That was a lie, obviously, but it held some truth given that Nick didn’t actually puke unless she was so drunk that she could barely see. This wasn’t the case now; she managed to haul herself up, taking a few shaky but fairly decent steps in the direction he was ushering her. At his offer, she looked over at the man with a raised eyebrow. “The fuck are you being decent to me?” she didn’t understand why he would be any semblance of nice to her, given she was bitchy to him.

[j-harington-blog]

nicksinclair:

“Fine. Fine. Whatever. You wanna know the truth? I feel like crap. I feel shitty. It’s the whole cliche situation where I hate myself with every fucking fibre of my being. There. Feel free to laugh.”

“Why would anyone ever laugh at that?” Joey questioned, running a hand through his hair. “It’s far from anything I would ever consider funny. You must be hanging out with the wrong kind of people.” He said with a bit of a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “But tell me about it. I’ll listen and give you the best advice that I can.”

[nicksinclair-blog]

“Well, people have.” Nick said drily, trying not to remember times that she’d been mocked. At his offer to listen, she sighed, shrugging. She hated telling people about things, but it wasn’t like it could get any worse at this moment- especially since he’d already seen her in this state. “Fine. Tragic backstory and all that shit. My mother doesn’t give a shit about me and left when I was born. My father’s the only person who ever gave a crap, but now he’s got a new husband and they’re talking about adopting which means whoop de fucking doo, I’m getting replaced. I had a boyfriend that liked to remind me constantly how worthless and shitty and pathetic I was. So yeah, I’m fucked up,” The words spilled out in a messed up jumble, before Nick regained her composure. “Haha. Yay for me.”

[dax-dixon]

“I’m asexual,” Dax starts, softly at first, in public, to whoever’s around to hear it. “I am asexual and I literally do not give a fuck!” he proclaims in a sing-songy tone, heaving it off his chest, as his friend Nick had inspired him to do. “Damn, that felt good,” he says, letting out a light laugh. “Whoo!”

[nicksinclair-blog]

"See? Told you it'd feel good." Nick smirked matter-of-factly. "Shout that shit to the world. And anyone who doesn't like it can quite literally kiss my ass. Well, not quite literally. Because they don't deserve to. But you know what I mean." She paused for a moment, before letting her guard down just a little. "I'm proud of you, Ginger." Nick reached out and gave him a slightly awkward, but sincere, pat on the back.

[dancedakota]

Dakota wasn’t one to smoke cigarretts- he didn’t like how they dried his mouth out or gave him a nasty taste on his tongue. Despite that, he had given into his stress. He needed some sort of outlet from the anxiety in his veins.

So there he was, outside, sitting on the front stairs frustratingly trying to light the stick. When the lighter wouldn’t work, he thew it aside, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. It was then that he noticed another near by. “Gotta light?” He asked sheepishly, not even seeing the other too well in the night.

[nicksinclair-blog]

"Wow- didn't know you were into sin sticks, manbun." Nick smirked, plucking her trusty lighter from her purse, along with her own pack of cigarettes. She popped one in her mouth, lighting her own first before offering the lighter to Dakota. "I always thought you were a goody two shoes... looks like you have a wilder side. I respect that."

[itsonlyzac]

nicksinclair:

“And you’d think I care how I appear to you because?” Nick immediately shot back, but there wasn’t her usual fight in the words, and she found herself sighing and taking the hand he offered with feigned reluctance. “Fine. Private’s better.” She sighed once more, embarrassed at letting her more vulnerable side show, but feeling defeated and unable to truly care.

“Because girls like you care what everyone thinks about them, or they wouldn’t get so defensive when they’re viewed poorly,” Zac replied, his tone coming off more bored than intended offense. Zac had seen a lot of rich or egotistic girls in his time, now they all just felt like copies of each other. Also, Zac had been there. He’d been the drunk guy in a state, and he’d felt like the word was against him. It was his friend that had pulled him out and helped him, and maybe Nick - being the person she was - didn’t have someone to help. He held his hand out for her. “Come on then. My place or yours?” he asked, not knowing if she had her keys or was avoiding her place for a reason or not.

[nicksinclair-blog]

"I... that is NOT true..." Nick snorted. But it was, and they both knew it. All her feigned arrogance, her sarcastic- sometimes verging on downright nasty- disposition and the pretense that she didn't give a damn what anyone thought of her... they were all because she DID care what people thought of her. She wanted to seem strong, independent, overconfident- because when it all boiled down to it, she wanted so badly to mask the fact that she was, really, emotionally stunted and afraid of letting anyone in. "Your place, probably. My roommate is home and if he sees me upset he'll probably be all... NICE to me," Nick curled her upper lip, as if that were the worst thing in the world. It wasn't, and she knew it, but she still had to pretend it was something she abhorred. Zac had a no-nonsense way about him that Nick, deep down, actually appreciated and right now she'd rather deal with that than someone who would be very gentle and sweet, which Nick didn't know how to cope with.

[dax-dixon]

nicksinclair:

“Wow. You’ve really outdone yourself with the nicknames there, Ginger Spice,” Nick rolled her eyes lightly, trying to act as normal as she could- she hated seeming vulnerable, after all. “Yes. I need to you take this bottle of whiskey that’s in front of me before I drink the entire rest of it, because otherwise I will be hung over for work tomorrow which will not be pleasant.”

Dax offers her a gentle smile, glad she’s able to joke despite the situation. He nods, taking the bottle and setting it away from her. He takes its place, sitting beside her. “Anything else? A hug? Cup of coffee? All-expense paid trip to the Bahamas? You name it.” He squints his eyes in thought. “I can’t afford that last one, but I might be able to find someone to help you out with that.”

[nicksinclair-blog]

"I don't hug people," Nick said immediately, shaking her head. Secretly, a hug might have been just the ticket, but she was still too wrapped in her own obsessive need to seem strong, and it kept her from accepting physical comfort. "But coffee is good. Black coffee, no sugar," she looked up at Dax, giving him a slight eye roll. "You can't afford a trip to the Bahamas? Dammit, Ginger, what ARE you doing with your money?" Her voice was sarcastic, but there was still a teasing note; Dax was, after all, one of the few people that Nick actually liked, though she might not admit it in so many words.

[zandydandyaesthetic]

nicksinclair:

zandydandyaesthetic:

nicksinclair:

“I don’t want your Kleenex,” Nick snorted, immediately shoving it back in his direction. “And I don’t want pity. I don’t deserve someone being nice to me. End of story.”

Zander raised an eyebrow at the rudeness of the girl and scoffed. “well i’ll agree with that, you dont deserve anyone being nice to you with that attitude” the boy gave a disgusted look and turned around with a shrug to begin walking away. “let me know if you want any help once you wake back up on the right side of the bed sweetie.” 

[nicksinclair-blog]

“Fine. I... I don’t care,” Nick huffed feebly, trying to hide the crack in her voice. Here she was, upset and wishing she could let people in more for comfort, and yet she’d insulted and pushed away someone who was only trying to be nice to her.

[j-harington-blog]

nicksinclair:

“Ah, but you see, there is need for the sass. Because unless I add an appropriate amount of spikiness, then I’ll just be another pathetic person whining about their problems to a stranger. And I refuse to be that. Or else your impression of me will not be the truly badass evil person that I am, it will be someone vulnerable and lame.”

“First off, acting like this is already making a bad impression. Second, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t care. And thirdly, if you’re actually a “badass evil person” like you try and claim to be, you wouldn’t be out crying in public in the first place.”

[nicksinclair-blog]

“Fine. Fine. Whatever. You wanna know the truth? I feel like crap. I feel shitty. It’s the whole cliche situation where I hate myself with every fucking fibre of my being. There. Feel free to laugh.”

[itsonlyzac]

nicksinclair:

“Messed up? Wow, what clued you in on that?” Nick snapped sarcastically, immediately getting defensive. “Is it the half-full bottle of whiskey in front of me, or the tears?” She knew there was no way she could pretend that she wasn’t breaking down, but she still felt the need to be irritable and snarky, because she hated when people saw her vulnerable.

“You know for someone in the state you are sarcasm and defensiveness just adds to the overall mess,” he said to her. Zac wasn’t exactly friendly with Nick but he wasn’t heartless. Crouching down to her level he held a hand out. “Let’s get you upstairs,” he said to her softly. “You can be a mess in private then,” he added in traditional Zac style.

[nicksinclair-blog]

“And you’d think I care how I appear to you because?” Nick immediately shot back, but there wasn’t her usual fight in the words, and she found herself sighing and taking the hand he offered with feigned reluctance. “Fine. Private’s better.” She sighed once more, embarrassed at letting her more vulnerable side show, but feeling defeated and unable to truly care.

[nicksinclair-blog]

Nick rubbed her eyes, furiously wiping away the tears that had fallen when she realized someone had seen her. “What? What are you staring at?” She snapped.

[zandydandyaesthetic]

Zander bit his lip walking to stand closer to the girl. “anything i can do hun?” he dug through his man bag and pulled out a little kleenex pack, handing it to her.

[nicksinclair-blog]

“I don’t want your Kleenex,” Nick snorted, immediately shoving it back in his direction. “And I don’t want pity. I don’t deserve someone being nice to me. End of story.”

[j-harington-blog]

nicksinclair:

“I’ve drunk almost half a bottle of whiskey and I’m crying. Clearly I am alright.”

“There’s no need for the sass. Care to tell me what’s wrong?”

[nicksinclair-blog]

“Ah, but you see, there is need for the sass. Because unless I add an appropriate amount of spikiness, then I’ll just be another pathetic person whining about their problems to a stranger. And I refuse to be that. Or else your impression of me will not be the truly badass evil person that I am, it will be someone vulnerable and lame.”

[dax-dixon]

nicksinclair:

Nick rubbed her eyes, furiously wiping away the tears that had fallen when she realized someone had seen her. “What? What are you staring at?” She snapped.

Dax would never have expected to stumble upon this. Nick had always seemed so put-together in ways he could only ever dream of being, himself. Seeing someone like her so broken, it leaves him with a sinking feeling.

“H-hey, Nick-Nack PaddyWhack,” he tries to say playfully, his nervous tone failing him. “I wasn’t staring, I was just kinda…okay, maybe I was staring a little, but it’s just with concern. Nothing else, I promise,” he insists, taking a seat beside her. “You need anything?”

[nicksinclair-blog]

“Wow. You’ve really outdone yourself with the nicknames there, Ginger Spice,” Nick rolled her eyes lightly, trying to act as normal as she could- she hated seeming vulnerable, after all. “Yes. I need to you take this bottle of whiskey that’s in front of me before I drink the entire rest of it, because otherwise I will be hung over for work tomorrow which will not be pleasant.”

[dxktac-blog]

NICK

“Why in God’s name would you never eat it?”

“for many reasons. why would you eat it? it’s kind of unhealthy.”

[nicksinclair-blog]

“Pizza is NOT healthy? Wow, tear out the front page. Look, we all die someday. I would rather die having drowned my sorrows in processed, greasy foods that actually taste nice than pick at Kale salads and pretend to actually enjoy them.”

[toriisms-deactivated20200317]

nicksinclair:

Nick rubbed her eyes, furiously wiping away the tears that had fallen when she realized someone had seen her. “What? What are you staring at?” She snapped.

Landon was caught off by hearing someone crying and immediately stopped in his tracks, watching the girl. When she turned to him, he frowned “are you okay?” he asked cautiously. 

[nicksinclair-blog]

“Yes. I’m clearly okay,” Nick snapped sarcastically.

[dxktac-blog]

NICK

Wow. That must have been lovely, smelling like stale cheese and congealed sauce.

“i actually like the smell of it. i would never eat it, but the mixture smell amazing.”

[nicksinclair-blog]

“Why in God’s name would you never eat it?”

[nicksinclair-blog]

Nick rubbed her eyes, furiously wiping away the tears that had fallen when she realized someone had seen her. “What? What are you staring at?” She snapped.

[j-harington-blog]

“I wasn’t staring at anything. I happened to look over at almost the same time you looked at me. Are you alright?”

[nicksinclair-blog]

“I’ve drunk almost half a bottle of whiskey and I’m crying. Clearly I am alright.”