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spencer wastes no time taking a long drag from his cigarette. the practiced action, the hit of nicotine; his nerves calm, even just a little bit. “ nope. you didn’t either. ” it’s not a question, and neither is the way he reaches into arlo’s pocket to retrieve his lighter. the proximity makes the world go fuzzy at the edges – or maybe that’s the pills he took earlier mixing with the drink he just downed. “ surprised you’re even here. ”
─•─────── ▶︎ it's reflexive, the way he catches spencer's wrist as it leaves his pocket— what's new is the utter inaction that follows. ❝ label said i had to. heard there might've been some cool props, too. ❞ a habitual squeeze of his fingers, then he lets his arm drop. ❝ seems more like everyone i know is crawling out to haunt me. this an intervention ? ❞ a joke, made in poor taste– intervening with arlo never goes well, as the other knows.
☆ 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗚𝗢, and it stops again the second she sets her eyes on him. anger flares within them, wonders if they should walk away or run up and slap him across the face, but her feet stay planted firmly on the ground like she let cement dry over it. “ what the fuck do you want from me, arlo? ”
─•─────── ▶︎ sparks ignite beneath his skin at harsh words in lieu of greeting. a fleeting promise of conflict. maybe time apart hadn't changed that much. ❝ who says i want something ? ❞ he muses, though the grin that threatens to pull across his lips tells another story. ❝ maybe i just missed you, effie. ❞
“ well . . . ” a long drawl , undoubtedly a gateaway for further engagement . “ who knows , maybe they were right . huuuh “ spoken like a gasp with widened eyes and sheer wonder painted on her face . ” waitwaitwait ! I found this earlier . . . “ with that , evelyn extracted a penny from her pocket . ” just thought of it as good fortune coming my way . but maybe that wasn't meant for me , all along . super karma “ and that's how arlo ended up with a lucky penny tucked into the palm of his hand .
─•─────── ▶︎ there's something to be written about the contagious light that she radiates, surely. the longer she speaks, the larger his smile grows. he folds his hand around the penny, pressing it too his heart in a dramatized fashion. ❝ just what i needed, ❞ arlo hums, amused. ❝ think the real good luck charm may be standing right in front of me, though. ❞
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NEW GIRL ( 2011 - 2018 ) ↳ season 1 episode 01
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ᯓ ★ ⌢ closed starter — effie @holystates 。 ᯓ ★ ⌢ 6:30 P.M. @ the charity gala 。
─•─────── ▶︎ it seems fitting that the mendez's charity gala would be plagued with ghosts. he hears about her before he sees her. something about the room seems to slow down as he notices them. effie zhang— 1994 lolla's greatest vanishing act : a button arlo pushed too far. it's like dangling a mouse in front of a starved feral cat. ❝ am i seeing a ghost ? ❞
she sees him. he sees her. they make eye contact. and she's turning quickly on the heel of her foot. it's almost theatrical, how she approached only to realize who it was -- and immediately begin to retreat. he's still talking, and she pauses briefly as her escape is shuffled to a halt by waiters passing by with trays of empty flutes in their hands. "doubtful." she shouldn't have said it. she shouldn't have said anything. turn around, leave. that was the plan. ignore the ache, don't make direct eye contact. in fact, don't even look at him at all. even if she doesn't -- even if she went blind.. the heart still recognizes him. and she'd rather stomp out the ember, than let it burn her again.
─•─────── ▶︎ after long stretches of silence, any reply feels like a minuscule win— even if it’s a dig at his expense. he trails after her, pressing on. ❝ what was that ? speak up. ❞ an argument is better than radio silence. ❝ afraid you'll be seen with me ? ❞
the all-too-familiar voice sends a shiver of dread, a pang of nostalgia through spencer’s body. goddammit. of course he’s out here. the drink that was in his hand is now down his throat, only an empty cup remaining. “ too dark. wouldn’t have come out here if i knew you were here. ” he winces at the way his voice warbles, he tries to play off the way he fumbles with his lighter. “ too late for that now, i guess. ”
─•─────── ▶︎ ❝ figures. ❞ he huffs, pushing off of the wall to stand in front of spencer. he plucks the lighter from their hands, lights the cigarette they’re holding. a pause as the light illuminates their face, a hard stare. he has to pry himself away, pocketing the lighter instead of handing it back. ❝ didn’t come with anyone ? ❞
“arlo, you’d be wise to listen to your manager. you’d probably have a better reputation. gala’s are the perfect place to prosper in hollywood. just for a moment, i want you to think of what could be if you’d just put on your big boy pants and fake some humility. ” mateos winks at arlo, raising his drink toward him before taking a sip, “you probably won’t though, too busy being hollywood’s latest bad boy but, and i mean this purely out of respect… your good looks and little talent can only get you so far.” he leans back into his chair, not breaking his eye contact. he couldn’t stand arlo and he didn’t know why. it was probably some snarky comment the younger man said at a prior event or maybe it was the fact that, in some bizarre way, arlo reminded him of himself. except arlo’s didn’t hide behind a mask, was unwaveringly himself and still managed to make a name for himself.
─•─────── ▶︎ there’s hardly any bait that arlo wouldn’t rise to. if anything, he seems to perk up at the promise of conflict. ❝ you listen to your manager? weren’t they begging you to stop after wife number three? ❞ he muses aloud, though he’s looking at the liquid swirling in his cup. the verbal punch does little to phase him— in fact, it almost feels like an appraisal. evidence that he’s gotten somewhere. drink tips toward mateos with a shrug, ❝ mad ‘cos you can’t play the part anymore, or … ? don't worry. you've still got the whole… face going for you. bet they'd hire you to play a washed up rockstar. ❞
ᯓ ★ ⌢ closed starter — minnie @ofavortex 。 ᯓ ★ ⌢ 7:00 P.M. @ outside the charity gala 。
─•─────── ▶︎ ❝ there's my girl. ❞ he singsongs, lazy smile crosses his lips when he sees her. ( a ‘her’ who is notably not his girl. ) ❝ i was hoping you'd be here. look— you got a little somethin'. ❞
ᯓ ★ ⌢ closed starter — spencer @t1ghtrope 。 ᯓ ★ ⌢ 8:00 P.M. @ outside the charity gala 。
─•─────── ▶︎ ❝ what ? no mediator available this time ? ❞ words are spiteful— not hopeful, thank you very much— punctuated with a flick of his joint to the ground. ❝ ... or is it just to dark to see who you're walking up to ? ❞
who? closed for arlo ( @ratsbucket ) ! where? event 001 — charity gala !
noa slides up next to him like it's muscle memory, eyes narrowed in feigned upset. "you've been here a whole ten minutes and haven't paid me a compliment yet? rude." the brunette bumps his shoulder playfully, leaning in. "you look good, by the way. hate you for that," she huffs, but really, she doesn't mean it. she could never mean it. "do you have a date tonight or am i free to steal you?"
─•─────── ▶︎ a smile breaks out across his features as noa comes into view. ❝ you didn't hear it ? was tryin' to send out a telepathic message when i walked in. ❞ arm drapes around her shoulders, momentarily pulling her into his side just as she nudges his shoulder. he laughs, ❝ you look good too, but i don't have to tell you that. steal as you please. ❞
banished wasn't the word for it . tricked however . . . ⸺ “ they promised us a nerds fountain would be here . ” it's not that santos was against charity . he loved helping others . but an event that was usually hosted by a woman who was dead now ; not just dead , murdered . what a bummer . “ but the karma thing is a good reason too ! much better than a nerds fountain actually . . . ⸺ mind if i steal that reason ? ” he finished with a sheepish laugh , though he was completely serious .
─•─────── ▶︎ there's a grimace as he realizes the person he's struck a conversation with, crossing the line he'd drawn sometime last year. arlo bites on the inside of his cheek. play nice. ❝ dunno. might take the nerds fountain over the karma shit. better odds for us. ❞
"OH COME ON NOW..." she says, words sweet though reflective of their hidden sourness. "It is an honour to be here supporting the...less fortunate." attention shifts, and she'll look down to her nails studying the slight imperfection at her middle finger. "Keep listening to your manager love."
─•─────── ▶︎ a laugh escapes him, disguised as an exhale of breath. ❝ as if the mendez's give a fuck about the ‘less fortunate’. ❞ air quotes surround the phrase, accompanied by a shake of his head. ❝ could just donate rather than prancing around in outfits that cost more than our bids but, y'know. managers. ❞