As much as her parents had never put any pressure on her shoulders, to try and fit in with others, that desire had seemingly appeared out of nowhere one day - which was exactly what lead to her walking around with a glass of champagne that she had no intentions of actually drinking. Feeling someone bump into her, she tried to steady the glass before any spilt, being a fraction of a second too late as some of the champagne hit her dress. “Sh…” She started, before making eye-contact with someone standing near her, quickly correcting what she’d bee about to say. “Sugar snacks?” She questioned, knowing it sounded ridiculous. “At least it doesn’t look too bad… right?” Finishing, she gestured vaguely towards where the drink had spilt, finally deciding to put what was left in the glass down on the nearest table to avoid it happening again.
LUCAS WATCHES THE ACCIDENT BEFORE HE EVEN FEELS THE BUMP , a grimace taking over his features as he sees the damage he’s done . “ shit ------------ i’m really sorry about that . ” the man winces , observing the stained dress . “ it doesn’t look bad at all , i mean . you can totally say it’s like . . . a designer thing . ” he suggests . “ or , as someone who likes to use ink a lot , i’ve had a few spills happen to me every now and then . sparkling water is your friend at times like these . ” luckily , they’re not that far away from the bar so it’s easy enough to procure the item as he turns back to the girl , bottle and handkerchief ready . “ may i ? ”
the effects of the weed he’d smoked with tate have managed to linger even an hour after emery had taken his last hit, but contrary to what he might have believed, there’s no crazy spike in anxiety. it’s the champagne still in his system, perhaps. whatever the case, he’s rather enjoying the warm haziness of the feeling and for once isn’t in a rush to find marley so they can put an end to the night’s festivities. he’s not really expecting to run into anybody he knows or wants to talk to, which makes it an even greater shock to find himself staring at a face he hasn’t seen in more than a year. since he’d been ghosted, notably. it’s definitely lucas–emery knows that right away–but he looks different, somehow. older, yes, but that’s not quite it. where the marijuana would ordinarily make emery more prone to ruminating and overanalyzing, the crossfade he’s feeling now simply eliminates it altogether. he walks over with his heart beating fast and a thin facade of bravery letting him ignore it. “lucas?” he says in a small voice–which is at least better than no voice at all. he starts to smile when the other looks at him ( lucas is really very cute ) but it starts fading again quickly. “sorry, you–you probably don’t remember me.” why should he? the kisses they’d shared last year had been enormously impactful on emery, but had likely been a blip in a film reel to lucas. “emery redd?”
UPPER EAST SIDE FUNCTIONS WEREN’T HIS SPECIALTY . for the untrained eye , lucas always seemed to have been comfortable with these events , an outgoing personality masquerading the turmoil inside . coming back and resurfacing at a party was not a bright idea , instead more of a compromise with his mother , after all she had taken the brunt of lucas’ actions as well . the male is dreading running into familiar faces , but as the lithe boy approaches him lucas finds himself slightly more at ease . the quiet demeanor is enough to know this is the more introverted of the redd twins . a smile replaces his expression , pleasant in the right amount . “ emery . i remember . ” it’s understandable why the other thinks he won’t remember , after all , the last time he’d seen the kid , he was too busy exploring the insides of his throat with his tongue . “ how are you doing ? it’s been a long time . nice to run into you . ”
.･:*:･ﾟ’ twenty six year old cismale lucas garcia was made in brooklyn and attended st. jude’s. he still resides in new york, and are currently a journalist. they are five o'clock shadows, coffee stains, burger joints and sleepless nights. onlookers say they resemble sean teale.
hello legends ! i’m your local diy diorama fanatic ron & i live in the gmt -3 timezone. that kind of rhymed & i’m sorry. anyways, i’m 23 years old and my pronouns are she/her. some of my interests are: loving & treating animals w the respect they deserve, sharing wholesome memes, watching people making knives out of random ass materials on youtube & watching the office. i think that’s about it for me, so lemme dive into lucas.
growing up in brooklyn proved easier for lucas garcia than his mother had anticipated. being a second generation venezuelan-american, lucas’s parents tried their best to make the boy get in touch with his latino roots but the boy absolutely loved the bustling city from a young age.
a proud nets fan from the moment he learned how to walk, wednesdays and thursdays for lucas were sacred nights at barclays’ with his father. lucas breathed in the culture of the neighborhood, and made brooklyn his home, and the garcias lived a simple yet happy life in the cramped brownstone apartment they rented.
education was something the family valued very much, and it was crystal clear to the garcias that if they wanted their son to have a chance of competing with the privileged, trust fund bred elite of the city, they needed to bestow upon him the greatest education they could afford. lucas wasn’t behind his parents expectations either, being top of his class and a hardworking student. when high school rolled around, it wasn’t very difficult for him to secure a spot and a scholarship in manhattan’s prestigious st. jude’s.
right around lucas’s sophmore year, tragedy struck. lucas’s father suffered a scathing heart attack and died on the spot. the boy was set to meet him, and lucas blames himself til this day on his tardiness, believing that if he had been minutes earlier, he could’ve saved his father.
it was right around that time that lucas began to lose control of his life. the boy who had been personable and serene quickly turned into a thrill seeker and became unrecognizable both to his mother and his friends. lucas fell into a self-destructive spiral, using various drugs and seeking the bottom of the bottle every night in order to numb himself.
it didn’t help that his father had died and left the garcias in a tough financial situation, where even lucas’s scholarship in st. jude’s was in jeopardy. almost being expelled from the school once, lucas wasn’t the legacy that the school simply looked the other way when he did something that could drag the name of the school into the dirt. there would be consequences.
around lucas’s final year in st. jude’s, his mother met another man. two years after his father’s passing. they were married not long after, and with the novelty of now having a stepfather, a number of things would change in his life, to lucas’s chagrin. the first one, he would have to say goodbye to his beloved neighborhood.
living in the upper east side proved to be everything that lucas despised. the vain conversations and useless splurging that he was accostumed to in st. jude’s were now everywhere in his life. they replaced the brownstone apartment with luxurious lofts that were located straight across central park. instead of going to totonno’s for a slice of pizza, he was now confronted with fancy dinners at momofuku. but if you can’t beat the people you’ve made fun of your whole life, you become one of them.
his self-destruction journey continued on, erasing his previous personality completely, until when, at twenty four, an event changed his life. ( this goes into his secret, so i won’t disclose it unless ! if we plot smth that has relevance to it ). after a year of being away from the spotlight, lucas came back, journalism degree in hand and completely changed.
gone were the days of toxic behavior, and the old lucas garcia was back. a competent writer who is able to speak on polemic issues with astuteness and sensibility, it wasn’t long before lucas was noticed by the times. managing to snag a spot as a culture reporter, lucas’ ability to breathe in the city came in hand.
personality-wise, he’s very approachable. owner of dry humor and a cynical point of view, he’s smarter than people give him credit for. he doesn’t like to talk about his disappearance, but it changed him fundamentally. now, he has trouble sleeping, which explains why he’s so keen on slipping away in the middle of the night. before, lucas was unable to connect in a romantic way with anyone, but those days are far gone. it’s almost like time hasn’t passed, and the sensible, kind boy is back. but the closest to him wonder if it’s to stay.
tl;dr: good boy. v gentle pls be careful w his heart.
okay, so this has gotten incredibly long, so i’m gonna cut it while i still can. if you’d like to plot pls hmu or like this post. i would really like some wcs that are from lucas’s partying days and to flesh out how they deal with his new but old behavior. anyway. if you’ve read until here thank u i appreciate u.
