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@revclaticns
SCARLETT MONROE ✩ thirty4, she/her, & concept artist / ghost writer
introduction
wanted connections
SEOJUN “JUDE” HWANG ✩ twenty8, he/him, & olympic figure skater
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EVANGELINE DE LA CRUZ ✩ forty2, she/her, & pediatrician
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My Cousin Vinny (1992)
closed starter: scarlett & merrick @fawnvinyl - birch & butter
the “ i need to talk to you. ” that came out of her mouth was probably not the best way to approach merrick out in the wild, but her gaze drifted after accepting her hot latte and spotted him sat at one of the tables. in her defense, scarlett was slowly but surely beginning to call and cancel the wedding preparations since it was no longer a planned date on her google calendar. kind of like ripping off a band-aid. albeit a super sticky and kind of painful band-aid when you tug, but it comes off nevertheless. so, sure, maybe scarlett looks a bit crazed as she stands at the head of merrick’s table, blonde hair blown from the wind outside and blue eyes possibly a bit neurotic. but she had been putting off this conversation for a while now and what better time than the present ?? “ it’s kind of important. i would say maybe like a level five point six on a scale out of ten. ” scarlett pauses and gestures to the open seat across from him. “ can i sit ?? ”
Ivo, as Ivo does, makes a show of it. On and off the court, he performs.
He rolls his eyes. He picks his ears. He holds his anger in his throat instead of in his hands like a good little showman. Violence would be crude, would be beneath him, would get him defaulted. And he's playing to win.
He's still smiling at Jude. It's all air. It's all water. All buzz buzz buzz. (He tunes out the word divorce like it's outside of his vocabulary entirely, like it doesn't still make him nauseous to think about). It all rolls off his back like it's nothing. Or at least that's how he's playing it. “Nah. It's none of that. I just find you an eyesore, is all.” Ivo flexes his fingers, lacing them together under his chin. The truth is somewhere to the left. He refuses to look it in the eye.
“It's funny, you going on about me being washed up. From one has been to one will be, I think you're gonna find yourself in the same boat soon enough.” This time when he laughs, it's with the force of all his resentment behind it. “You should be careful about what you put out there, or else those words'll come back to haunt you. Karma tends to be pretty funny like that.”
A pause. Then another smile, this time so soft it's almost bordering on affectionate. “Could take a while to catch up, though. So maybe I'll do karma a favour and speed things up a bit. Maybe I'll show up at your house tonight while you're sleeping. Maybe I'll bring my racket. My swing's still pretty good, y'know.”
jude is quickly finding this conversation as one that is both tiresome and a waste of his time. he knows he has better things to do than stand around in a snark off with ivo, but whether ivo does is highly unlikely. it’s why the other continues to yip at him like a pesky chihuahua barking at his ankles as though his bark as any bite to it whatsoever. but that’s the thing about athletes, jude finds, their egos perceive them as the best and the most capable in whatever company, refusing to ever acknowledge their dimming light that continues to take up less and less of the room. “ oh, sweetheart, ” jude coos, equal parts patronizing and dripping in a sickly saccharine tone as his smile sharpens, matching that of the man in front of him. “ you can say whatever else, but you can't say i'm an eyesore. maybe next time you visit geriatrics you should ask them for a free eye exam while you’re at it. ”
his gaze hardens at the sound of ivo’s laughter, less to do with the actual words being thrown his way, but more to do with the fact that any sound of joy from the other is like nails on a chalkboard. petty ?? maybe. justified ?? oh fuck yes. “ i think there’s a few solid differences between you and me. one of the major being that my retirement will fully be on my own terms. then again … maybe you didn’t train well enough if your body could just go – ” jude snaps his fingers with a loud CLICK. “ out like that. kind of crazy when you think about it. maybe kind of sad depending on who you talk to. ” the underlying and thinly veiled threat is unmistakable, earning a scoff from jude all the while he shakes his head. there’s no point in arguing back with someone like ivo who thrives solely on getting a reaction out of you. “ sounds a bit melodramatic, no ?? if all you truly wanted was to see the inside of my bedroom, ivo, all you had to do was ask. ”
"Oh, true—I heard manifestation is all the rage." Could Nilay truly wish for that, though? Part of her believed so. After everything she's been through the past three decades, she knew she was well in her right of being full of rage without shame. There were moments where her wrath was unbridled without shame nor apologies. Then there were moments where she thought of her daughter and her heart becomes soft. Ever since Nur entered her life, the anthropologist has felt herself grow equally stronger and softer with each day. Now, she knew nothing about motherhood. But, for Nur? She did better than her best every day for her. A soft snort escaped while she glanced over. "D'aw, you don't have any recommendations for me?" She pointed at her, playing disappointment. "And here I thought this was about to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
the other’s words manage to get a chuckle out of evangeline, flashing her a quick smile before focusing her attention back on the items on the shelf in front of her. “ i find manifestation is good as a motivational factor, but does little if someone doesn’t have the real drive to make what they want happen. why leave something you want so much up to chance ?? " it was a similar conversation she used to have with her own mother when applying to college oh-so many years ago and her near obsessive goal of proving to each that she was a student worthy of their time, of their professors, and their gatekept knowledge. somewhat different to condoning murder but similar all the same. “ would he deserve it ?? the hex i mean, ” evangeline follows up with a softer tone to her voice as brown eyes flicker back over to her companion. “ as a doctor i can’t condone any purposeful loss of life … but, i would say to always be aware of any possible life threatening allergies. ” her lips twitch up into a playful smirk. “ mistakes happen every so often. of course make sure you have any epi-pen’s or benadryl nearby depending on severity or anaphylaxis. ”
★ ˖ ⊹ 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟. ↳ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 … burger king drive thru.
𝞋𝞎 ˖ ⊹ bonnie was halfway hanging out of the driver’s side window at the drive thru , one hand tight on the steering wheel while the other waved around dramatically as she ordered. “ can i get , ughhhhh … onion rings and a double whopper , ” she said , pausing like she was making a difficult life decision. “ oh ! and mozzarella sticks. wait — no — definitely mozzarella sticks. ”
the poor employee’s muffled voice crackled through the speaker again and bonnie nodded seriously like they could see her. “ yes , babe , i know it’s a lot. i’m healing. ” then she turned suddenly toward the passenger seat , one brow lifting. “ do you want anything ? ” bonnie asked before narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “ and don’t do that annoying thing where you say no. ”
evangeline had an elbow propped up against the window frame of the car with her head resting on the palm of her hand, watching in thinly veiled amusement as bonnie ordered her meal. while fast food chains were far and few between on the list of pit stops she made ( especially when sammy was in the backseat ), evangeline can’t say she’s ever been to a burger king before. mcdonald’s most definitely, but she wasn’t aware that mozzarella sticks made the transition to fast food.
her lips twist upward at bonnie’s healing comment, stifling a soft chuckle with the turn of her face further into her hand. the question aimed toward her has evangeline turn back, hand dropping to her lap as her attention focuses. “ i’m not even sure what burger king has; i’ve never been before, ” evangline offers, tone laced in apology before leaning forward toward bonnie to get a better view of the menu. “ do they have a vanilla shake ?? i’ll take one of those if they have ‘em. ”
JULIAN SHRUGGED. he knew very little about astrology, had only heard more about it from friends but never took interest apart from pretending to know what the fuck he was talking about that one time just to impress someone who ended up smelling his bullshit the second he opened his mouth. "there's houses? okay, now that's just too much." though he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit curious. maybe that persistent, nagging feeling he'd been having that something was missing from his life could be helped by having his chart read. that, or maybe he did need to see a therapist. "that's actually not a bad idea. i mean, what've we got to lose, right? worst that could happen is we get scammed for like, fifty bucks for something we could've looked up online." his gaze softened as he looked at jude, recalling the last time they'd been out together, which involved a flubbed epipen shot and a trip to the er. "what, is this a second date already? or did the first one even count?"
“ at this rate i feel like they’re just adding random shit to see if it sticks and they get you roped in. ” it’s more of a hypothesis than anything else considering jude had enough things to worry about than to throw astrology into the mix. if the stars could tell him if his ankle would heal strong enough to endure another season of figure skating then why the fuck not, maybe then jude would believe. he can see the appeal for people looking for some form of guidance in the cosmos and what astrology could offer … then again, there’s also religion. so who truly knows ?? definitely not jude that’s for sure. “ that’s the spirit, right ?? ” jude lets out a chuckle, shooting a grin over to julian at the image coming to mind of them in one of those darkened shops with celestial decorations in every corner and crystals sat atop every flat surface. “ best done with another person around otherwise i’d be afraid maybe it’s a front to harvest organs. who knows what they put in that incense they always have stinking up the place. ” brown hues meet blue, head cocked as if in thought all the while amusement dances across his features at julian’s question. “ if i was asking you on a second date you would know. but you don’t think me holding your hand in the er hospital bed exuded charm with the smell of antiseptic all around us ?? ” his tone is playful and he offers another grin. “ do you want it to be second date ?? ”
( cont. @revclaticns ) evan picked a few more strawberries, dropping them into scarlett's basket — his own was already full. he dipped his chin in a nod of approval, "scones are really good. that sounds delicious." he says with a grin, "i'm thinking of making some jam and compote, my boy loves those." he chuckles at the thought of the jam all over ace's cheeks, "and maybe some ice cream too? you could never go wrong with dessert." he tucks a hand into his pocket, "oh, maybe you and noah should come over — i could whip up some dessert. i'm sure ace would love to have you two around!"
scarlett offers evan a quiet ‘ thank you ’ as he deposited more strawberries into her basket. there’s a part of her tempted to reach in for one and take a bit right here and now. “ i think i’ll just have to make sure to pat the strawberries dry as much as possible otherwise the scones will be too soft and won’t stick together. ” she’s more so speaking her thought process out loud as it comes into consideration, but immediately brightens at the mention of evan’s son. “ that’s sweet. does he help you when you make the jam or is he just a willing consumer when all is said and done ?? ” scarlett squats down to assess more of the berries in question, but her hands still at the easy mention of noah and she swallows down the sudden dryness in her throat. “ oh, definitely. yeah. that could be fun, ” scarlett offers what she hopes is a passing smile. “ if my scones are done by then i can bring some along for ace. ”
› 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open to 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 responses !! › 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : very early in the morning @ flo's diner.
she scans the menu again, wondering where it's gone. there's a long, long pause while the waitress looks more and more annoyed, "listen, i just — used to get this omelet. it was called the flo. it was literally heaven on earth, why did you guys take it off the menu?" she's not even drunk, just kind of melancholy and she'd spent the day discussing her next tournament with her agent — she'd wanted comfort food. and flo's gave that, and when the waitress responds that they never had that, she can't help but look to another patron for backup, "hey, back me up here, do you remember this omelet they used to have on the menu? called the flo, it had mushrooms and pineapple, it was super weird but it worked."
it’s a quiet morning for evangeline due to sammy having slept over at a friend's house the night prior, leaving her with the ability to pursue a lazy start to her day. in this case it meant a well-needed greasy breakfast served famously at flo’s in her preferred booth. there’s a strong chance of evangeline falling into old habits as brown hues linger longer than they should on the menu listing of fluffy belgium waffles served with berries and whipped cream. it was her go-to as a kid growing up in willow glen despite the serving size oftentimes leading to her father scolding her many times for her eyes being bigger than her stomach. evangeline is sipping her coffee as the conversation at the booth near her unravels, aware of it from proximity and allowing it to float over her until she’s being brought in for a second opinion. “ mushrooms and pineapple in an omelette ?? like a hawaiian pizza almost ?? ” evangeline asks in equal part skepticism yet curiosity. “ i usually get the same thing whenever i come so i may not be the best person to ask. though, i don’t see why if they have the ingredients they can’t just add them into the omelette. ”
he hums in agreement, shaking his head quickly and waving it off, "the tiktoks, ugh. don't get me started on them." he has a lot of big opinions there, and on vertical videos as a whole. nicky's an annoying traditionalist when it comes to shot composition and — phones just don't do it. the amount of time he's spent setting up family photos while giselle rolled her eyes was probably a bit ridiculous. "would you mind? i'll... figure some way out to repay you for the effort. it won't take more than ten minutes, i think. or i'll lose the light."
the other’s response is one that gets a chuckle out of scarlett. she has her own strong opinions regarding the issues – less of tiktok itself and more so the general lack of spatial awareness many people develop when their sole focus becomes their phone in a crowded area. thankfully that stressor has since been removed following her relocation from new york and she’s experienced it little while in willow glen. “ feels like a crazy thing to have to ask people to pay attention to their surroundings, but here we are. ” her tone is light and it’s more of a throwaway comment as scarlett steps over into the middle of the walkway like she offered. “ dude, you’re good. this is, like, the most non-effort thing on my part so don’t worry about repaying me. i’m an artist so i get where your frustration is coming from. ” blue hues glance over her shoulder and see no immediate oncoming figures threatening his set up. let’s hope it stays that way for the time being. “ you’re in the clear for your shots !! ”
⋆◞⃕ the man couldn’t quite suppress the laugh that escaped him at jude’s brutal honesty. low and rough around the edges , it rumbled out before cooper shook his head in mock offense. “ oi , fuck off , ” he muttered , holding the gift bag up defensively. “ this is not ugly. ” he pointed toward the little plastic bunny keychain clipped onto the ribbon with the confidence of a man desperately trying to convince himself. “ look. ” another point. “ it’s cute. like one of them … labubus or whatever the fuck they’re called. ” a pause. “ … alright , maybe a slightly concussed one. ” even cooper didn’t sound fully sold on it. then came the candle scent. his brow lifted immediately. “ black cherry merlot ? ” he repeated slowly , like he was tasting the words and finding them suspicious. he twisted the tester open and gave it a wary sniff before recoiling slightly. “ that smells like a retirement home trying to be sexy. ” another sniff , this one more offended than the first.
jude can’t help that his immediate response to cooper’s mock indignation was snickering into the cuff of his sweatshirt, amusement dancing across his features from the situation at hand. “ c’mon, man. look at that thing it’s so – ” his mind draws blank on the proper way to describe the keychain in question before using his hand to gesture toward it in an effort to claim words. “ is it for a kid ‘cause then i can understand it. if it’s for a grown woman then this is where my hesitation comes in. it’s just a bit juvenile, you know ?? ” brown hues squint in consideration at the keychain in question dangling between cooper’s fingers. jude momentarily leans forward for a better look. “ well, it’s definitely better than a labubu. or one of those weird sonny angels that performative matcha drinkers like to hang off their phone with their trader joe’s tote bags. now those things are fucking weird. ” jude takes the opportunity to scan their surroundings for any other item that may be a solid option to point out to cooper as a possibility. it’s here that jude nearly misses cooper’s test sniff of the candle and his assessment. an involuntary wounded noise leaves his lips. “ excuse me ?? your judgement might be impaired – nursing home ??” jude exclaims in melodramatic disbelief, affronted on the candle’s behalf like it had its own feelings. “ this candle singlehandedly kept my place back in chicago smelling great. my personal feelings aside however right they may be, this outing is for you and your questionable gift recipient who may or may not be a child. if that keychain is any indication. ”
⌗ 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 , scarlett & noah's apartment .
──── " isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen ? i think beau said it's some kind of family diamond . . . " there's a slight pause , giggling as the absurdity of that sentence settles in her mouth , " god , i can't believe i'm marrying into a family that has generational diamonds , " and just so , stone on her ring finger catches even in the fleeting sunlight , felt weird to see something there again , a feeling so familiar yet so new still trying to figure out exactly where to settle in both her head and her heart . " is it bad that i'm kind of . . . like , scared ? " of what , she wasn't exactly sure ⸺ had been too caught up in the moment to think too hard about how any of this could possibly go wrong but knew scarlett would understand more than most people likely could . “ sorry ⸺ i know i probably shouldn't be talking to you about this because of . . . “ hand motions around the apartment that she and her brother still shared , hoping that said what she didn't want to . ” but . . . i don't know , it's just so hard not to freak myself out , you know ? ” ( @revclaticns )
the twinkling of the diamond in question nearly made scarlett question whether she was under a trance from the light refraction. “ amara, this is actually fucking insane, ” scarlett answered, laughter bubbling out into her words as she gently takes the other’s hand and guides it closer for better inspection. the cut is gorgeous and the idea of being married into a family that’s old enough to have their own family jewels is a thought that was almost too outlandish to consider as real. “ this ring is gorgeous and it looks even more gorgeous on you. congratulations !! you’re going to make such a beautiful bride. ” her smile is genuine as blue hues trade their attention away from the ring to her close friend. the subtle insinuation toward scarlett’s own failed engagement to amara’s brother gives her a moment pause, a fraction of a second where her lips twitch and her smile calcifies. scarlett gently lets go of amara’s hand. the cavern in her chest suddenly feels hollow, like one knock could have everything disintegrate into ash. but this was about amara’s happiness and not scarlett’s failure to be. “ here’s to hoping yours goes better than mine, yeah ?? ” scarlett hopes her attempt at a lighthearted joke only feels off kilter to herself, before quickly adding in, “ you’re apparently marrying into the southern adjacent of the kennedy’s down here, so you have every right to be scared. falling in love is scary. just don’t go solo into any helicopters with him and watch out that his parents don’t have any creepy dolls of you hidden around that they’re sticking needles into. ”
Ivo cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah... I've got one of those too.” What, like it's hard? “I just don't go showing it off to everyone.” He smiles placidly, like the bragging is beneath him. As if he's not the one that provoked Jude in the first place.
Watching him puff up in anger is a little like watching a chihuahua try to come off threatening. All that anger that's too big for its body. And a body too small to do any real damage. It's almost comical. “They sound like riddles to you?” Ivo laughs. It really does pay to be an ass. He's feeling much better already. “If that's the case then I'd worry more about the lack of action up here,” he taps a finger against his temple, “than what's happening down there.” He glances down at Jude's leg, then flicks his eyes back up with mock pity.
brown hues stare at ivo with a level of disdain that if jude held any favor with whatever gods were out there, then a true act of divine intervention would include a lightning strike smiting the smug son of a bitch standing in front of him. “ right, ” he begins, tone fraudulent in its stillness and bearing the edge of an impending knife about to slice. “ because you’re so well known for being humble. how could i forget ?? ” jude offers a close lipped smile, ignoring the barb against his intelligence and fingers snapping swiftly in mock recognition. “ tell me – is it the bitterness of being a washed up has been that makes you so intolerable to everyone within a one mile radius of you or was it the divorce ?? i imagine it’s probably both when no one cares to root for you anymore. ”
( cont. @revclaticns ) raven’s lips tug into a grin, "all thanks to hannah montana. i couldn’t have done it without her." she shrugs a shoulder, "i wanna see what you got, though." she looks over at the people already getting into formation, watching as they move in line. "it does look fun when you do it together!"
“ didn’t she have another song about dancing ?? ice cream sundae or ice cream something – it had to do with ice cream i remember that much ‘cause i saw it inbetween commercials on disney. ” the mention of him dancing has immediate alarm bells go off in his mind. jude offers a laugh, shaking his head while forming an X with both hands. “ keep me out, coach. no can do. these legs weren’t made for dancing and i don’t want my manager to strangle me for fucking up my ankle any further. ”
݁ ˖˚ “ we’re going to divorce. i think. ” straightforward; and there is no use, really, in beating around the bush. she fidgets with the straw ornamenting her shirley temple, ( sugar free grenadine, please and thank you ) ill at ease. owing to the dimmed, mood lighting, harsh on her eyes, more so than these notions regarding her marriage. the amber lounge was not her favorite of willow glen’s establishments, but for evangeline’s sake— “ that’s it. there’s nothing more to say. ”
@revclaticns. amber lounge, evening.
when pearl had asked to meet up at amber lounge, evangeline wasn’t quite sure what to expect considering the sultry sounds of jazz and the elaborate yet heavy handed cocktails were more suited to her taste than to pearl’s. nimble fingers twist the cocktail skewer balanced on the rim of her dirty martini as brown hues watch the blue cheese stuffed olive spin 'round like a rotisserie chicken “ oh, ” evangeline started, brown eyes blinking owlishly at the straightforward approach in surprise as she turned her full body toward pearl. her intention coming in was to let pearl speak on her own time of what was going on, but … this sped things along. “ how do you feel about it ?? ” evangeline recovered quickly. a divorce she could handle – a divorce she was familiar with. “ contrary to what we’re told growing up, getting divorced isn’t some large moral failure. sometimes your values end up misaligning and that’s okay. ”
12:17pm , early bird restaurant , scarlett monroe @revclaticns
she's staring at herself in the vanity mirror of her car , fingers swiping below mascara'ed lashes in attempt to cover up the evidence of the tears that overcame her on the drive over . she's been excited to meeting up with scarlett for lunch , but her spotify shuffle had decided to play a song that reminded her of a bygone era , and she hadn't been able to hit skip quick enough before the tears sprang . she's telling herself to get a grip as she saunters into the restaurant , blueberry lemon pancakes on the mind . she spots scarlett immediately , hustling over to the table with a bright smile . " hi , you ! " she grins , fingers scratching lovingly at her friend's shoulder in greeting , slipping into the seat across from her , " sorry i'm LATE , oh my god — traffic , y'know ? " as if willow glen experienced traffic this time of day . " hope you haven't been waiting too long ! what's new ? "
while there were a few agenda items on her list to scratch off for the day, scarlett had to say that she was most looking forward to spending her morning with silver over brunch. in part due to her inability to pass up a good brunch ( bottomless mimosas always sounded like a promise when paired with a pretty solid eggs benedict or particularly fluffy belgium waffles ) but also heavily skewing to silver having easily become one of scarlett’s closest friends. the fact that both crash landed in willow glen after forming their friendship in new york made it seem less coincidental and more like fate. and with current circumstances in the mix, there was hardly a person who understood one another more. scarlett felt at ease around silver, like the front put forward of ‘ being okay ’ with her current noah-shaped predicament was actually fine to be quite the contrary. she just finished negotiating with the waiter to allow for a mimosa flight to share between them when silver’s familiar voice and touch had her her gaze turn upward with a wide smile. “ oh my gosh – hi !! no you’re absolutely fine. ” scarlett waved off silver’s comment and brought a hand up to readjust the sunglasses perched atop her head, acting as a makeshift headband in keeping hair out of her face. “ y’know, new york gets a bad rep on its drivers, but christ, i feel like i’m stuck behind a pickup going under thirty half the time here. anyways, i hope you don’t mind that i ordered us a mimosa flight. it said on the menu they just added strawberry which sounded like it would be refreshing for how hot it is already outside. ”
