☆ / a little crazy from the start.

— Fires like this can T E A R the world apart. I'd rather take a hit and fall than never fuck it up with you at all. Feel it come i n s i d e my lungs. All in, all in. Wanna take in all your love, Please, 'Cause sparks in the dark Gonna tear through my heart and start a fire. So before it all goes up, baby, can we burn it slow? ❞ EMERY ROLAND. twenty-one. ( RV LOT ) .

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bowic:

Bruised, cherry red lips parted in soft pants as Emery pulled back, Bowie’s eye’s opening to admire the soft flush on their cheeks, her hands on their shoulders. She rested back against the wall behind her, comforted by their weight on her as they leaned into her. She shook her head at their soft apology against her neck, her hands sliding to the sides of Emery’s neck in an attempt to keep them close. “Don’t be,” she whispered back, leaning up on her toes to catch their lips with her own again, a short-lived desire as they spoke again. Her lips jutted into a pout at their suggestion, her hands sliding down to their chest now, slowly inching lower to where she could see that they were very much enjoying their tryst. “Depends, are we naked with this idea?”

Emery enjoyed every little sound that the girl in their hands made. Her pants and her whimpers endearingly drove them wild. She pouted and they fought the urge to roll their eyes, but her hands were touching them and, instead, Emery spoke with a gravel in their lusty tone of voice — similar to the same one they have when they first wakes up. “Good, because I don’t want to stop,” To be honest, Emery felt a little embarrassed that she had, once again, successfully succeeded in getting them hard. With one hand, they rearranged their package. “But, I was going to actually suggest us doing some acid...” Emery proposed, having come across the drug a few nights ago and there really wasn’t anyone they’d want to do it with besides Bowie. “But, I can always wait to eat it, or, if you’ll let me, I’ll just eat something else, hm?” He suggested and then crudely slipped his hand from his crotch to her’s and, with his two fingers, began rubbing against her panties. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

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Emery had been invited to a rather inconspicuous gathering of like-minded people but, that was no surprise to them. They had been invited to other parties that night as well because, after all, living in Vegas, there was almost always something to do. After arriving at the destination, a warehouse that had been refurbished into a pseudo night club. There was more people than they were expecting, and they didn’t know any of their names or their faces yet. Or, at least, hadn’t recognized anybody. Emery wasn’t smiling but it became increasingly difficult to keep it up when they saw the person next to them’s eyes roll. “Nice to see you too,” They greeted back at them, sarcastically. “If I might say, you don’t necessarily seem enthralled with the party-goings. Maybe a drink would help?” They asked and fetched two beers, thinking on their feet, only to return to where the two of them were standing against one of the walls. Emery gave one drink to the other. “...Here. Now you can always remember me as the person who got you alcohol in a stitch.”

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Emery busied themselves with sucking on Bowie’s bottom lip before pulling away and catching their breath. Their heart was beating fast, skipping eight beats at once, but that’s what affect Bowie had on them nowadays. Emery felt all head-rushy and leaned into her, holding onto her hips as they did so. It wasn’t as romantic as it sounded, though, because Emery felt as if they were going to be something serious, they would have been that already. But, no, they were just whatever they were — label-less, and it was okay with them. “Sorry,” They murmured against her neck and then pulled away again; apologizing for stopping the kiss that was eventually going to lead elsewhere if they didn’t slow it down. Emery felt like it was so obvious that they were into Bowie, but they didn’t quite care anymore. “…We should do something else, okay?” They suggested, feeling embarrassed after realizing that they had indeed become hard, and it was showing through their pants. Emery cleared their throat. “I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’d be up for it?”

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wilderaldrich:

Wilder was beyond fucked up, his body feeling finally perfectly numb. He often thought about how he could die and how no one would care but Emery made him feel different. They were always there for him when he needed to talk, it was almost an unhealthy co-dependent relationship at this point. Wilder smiled, stoned out of his mind and possibly having drank ten too many, “OoooOOOooo, I love food.” He stumbled into the RV, nearly tripping up the small stairs as he entered the residence. Wilder slumped down onto the small couch with a sigh, looking over to where Emery was. He laid back, closing his eyes before slurring, “How are you, dude?”

It was the truth: Emery had been there for Wilder on occasion and they’d grown some sort of bond over the time the two had been staying at Starlit. If asked, Emery probably would’t confess that they were growing to enjoy Wilder’s company, but it was kind of obvious at this point with the way that Emery treated the other and how they treated everyone else. “Yes, everyone needs it to live,” They joked and their expression remained rather cool and collected as Wilder stumbled into the RV and over to the couch that Emery had used for other people staying over. They pulled out a box of macaroni and cheese and begin following the instructions to prepare it on the stove. Emery had done this many times before and continued with ease. “I’m fine,” They responded in answer to Wilder’s question, hoping the male wouldn’t push for elaboration. “Nothing new....” He described. “Besides, you’re the one that’s fucking tossed. Shouldn’t you have stupid stories about tonight that you’re dying to share with me?” Emery questioned.

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mcrettiz:

finding davie was turning out to be harder than he expected these days. it seemed like the old man was needed in every corner of that hotel, even it was to fix something or to file a complaint or even just to have a nice conversation with a kind soul - it seemed like everyone wanted a little bit of the man they all adored. which was fine with ryan, not when he was in need of a  shower. the tone of which the other spoke wasn’t alarming or anything but it rose a curiosity as most things tended to do for ryan. he was a very curious person and everything was a trigger, really. “really? i didn’t think you cared enough about my presence.” he teased, a smile on his lips as he shrugged his own shoulders. “i’m assuming you are not actually curious about where i’ve been but i went running today and i’m in need of a shower - which i can not do because my shower won’t work so i need davie to fix this. do you know where he is today?” 

“I care about a lot of things, most just don’t concern you,” Emery explained in response; not realizing that the other was indeed joking around. They watched him as he shrugged his shoulders and began speaking a little about his day and the predicament he found himself in with his shower. Emery clicked their tongue and cocked their head to the side a bit as they began to talk again. “You shouldn’t assume things,” They pointed out. “Everybody has their own curiosities and, truly, I’m sorry about your shower...” They assured the other. “But, I don’t know where Davie is. I’ve been waiting for him to just magically appear like always, but I figure he’s off helping some newcomer,” Emery described the situation, and then sighed. “Do you really need a shower that bad? Just use mine, hm? Problem solved.”

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When Emery peeked through their peephole at three in the morning, they weren’t at all surprised to see Wilder at the other side of the door. Aware that they weren’t wearing a shirt and stood there in nothing but a silk robe and a pair of tight boxer-briefs, Emery didn’t bother to move the robe over their flat chest, for they hadn’t thought that was an indecency ( after all it was just Wilder ). When they opened the door, the swish of air brought in a cloying collection of scents —  alcohol, smoke, and something sweet. “—Crazy night?” Emery asked, stepping aside to allow their friend into the RV. “...I bet you’re hungry. Let me whip something up real quick for you, okay?” As not always, their tone was rather kind, but they were also worried about Wilder lately, and so Emery’s brows were a bit furrowed as they started to move their way towards the little kitchen area. ( @wilderaldrich​ )

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bowic:

Bowie frowned at her friend, looking down at the tickets with a small sigh. “Well, I don’t think it’s boring but you’ve got a valid point,” she concedes, looking back up to them,  perking up once more at their suggestion. “Emery, when have I ever turned down a show? Of course I’ll go,” she laughs, hooking her arm through theirs and leaning into their side. “But you’ve got to go with me to return the tickets before the kid that sold them to me is off his shift. I gamed him into letting me have a discount but I think I can get him to reimburse me the full price.”

Emery’s face remained mostly the same, even as they watched Bowie frown and sigh. “We all have different opinions,” They remarked and then ruminated for a moment on something heady before nodding when she began to chime with familiar laughter. They let Bowie hook arms with them, and surprisingly didn’t pull away, but remained where he was standing. “If he doesn’t reimburse you, I’ll talk to him, yeah?” Emery suggested before asking another important question. “—Where’s this kid at? He’s at work right now?” They assumed from what Bowie had said. “I’ll go with you, but no adventures. There and back, okay?”

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ohfckbastian:

With his head tilted to the side and a blunt between his teeth, Bastian chuckled and then shook his head “I never thought I would be mistaken for an old man. Should I feel insulted, or…?” the brunette asked, a brow raised. 

Emery watched Bastian and all of his confidence that he had about him, easily holding onto a blunt like some type of prop, probably not caring about anything. “Yeah, sorry, pal,” Emery responded, not really meaning it, and stopped filing his nails. “We all get older, that’s just life,” They explained and then shrugged. “If I wanted to insult you, trust me you’d know...” Emery said and then gave Bastian an appraising look up and down. “You still didn’t answer my question, though. Where were you?” They questioned again.

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“—Why do people always want to know this kind of stuff?” Emery asked, obviously wondering and not quite getting it. The world was run on gossip and thrived on people’s vices. “It’s always about who wants to fuck whomever that day,” They explained and then sighed, figuring that they were stuck in this position and might as well just answer the question that was posed to them. “Fine. Since you’re dying to know. It’d have to be: Bowie, Lola, and Catalina. In that order,” Emery confessed and then continued on. “Then, Ryan, Lucian, and, unfortunately, Bastian as well… But if you tell him I said that I’ll literally be so pissed.” They described, shaking their head.

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Emery stood on the front porch of the motel that they had decided to call their temporary home ( or at least that’s what it had served as for the past three months ). They leaned against one of the posts that helped keep up the awning that had been built over top of the porch. With their usual ultra-focused expression playing out on their features, Emery looked down at their nails on the hand they extended out in front of them. With their other hand, they filed them to with a small common utensil. Hearing the sound of someone approaching, Emery figured it was Davie ( who they had been waiting for in the first place ) walking on the sidewalk with a crunching under a tread that neared closer and closer, they didn’t bother to even look up from the masterpiece they held at each fingertip and clicked their tongue. “I’ve been wondering where you ran off to…” Emery commented, flicking their eyes up in appraisal. “—Mind telling me where you’ve been?” They asked, looking once again over at the fellow person with an arched brow. They weren’t fueled just out of curiosity but out of the need to know more than they were probably expected or allowed.

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Bouncing into the motel lobby, Bowie’s demeanor was reminiscent to that of a chocolate Labrador puppy that had seen their favorite ball. She stopped the first person she could recognize, a wide grin stretching her clear glossed lips. “Guess what? I got two tickets to go see Grease at the Cockroach Theatre! You wanna go? You have to go, it’s Grease! Say you’ll go cause I really don’t want to go alone,” she pouts, widening her eyes and placing her clasped hands under her chin, the image of a child asking their parent for money to buy sweets.

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Emery tapped their nails on the counter before turning around at the sound of a familiar voice behind them. “—Wait, you didn’t even let me guess,” They pointed out before giving Bowie a weird scrunched up expression. “...Grease sounds kind of boring, doesn’t it?” They propositioned. “There’s, like, not a single black person in Grease either, if I remember correctly. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it that one time. So, I might pass,” Emery explained before his brain shifted a different idea into his head. “But, if you ever want to go to some music performances in some of the converted warehouses down in 18B, then I’d be down. That’s more my scene, anyways.” They shrugged.

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         CHERRY PUCKER STAINS ROSEBUD LIPS as she pulls the heart - shaped lollipop from her lips, holding the translucent treat up to the sky ;  the milky moon glows back, flushing her left cheek with a touch of stained-glass pink as she observes the inky black sky through her self-made rose colored lens.  “  full moon’s coming soon,  ” phoebe exhales, catching the company of the first poor soul that drifts by. “  are you ready  ?  ”

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Sitting nearby with their nose in a rather thick book, Emery tried hard not to watch Phoebe as she suckled on the lollipop in her grasp. They had to admit: it did look good. But, it was when she moved her heart-shaped treat up to the sky, that Emery took full notice; turning his frame to face the other as she began to speak. “—Hm?” He asked, raising a brow, but they’d already deciphered what was said and nodded their head. “Ah, yes, the full moon,” Emery agreed with her, looking at the almost full pale glow in the sky. “It makes people get all loopy, or that’s how the story goes...” They explained before speaking in answer again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for anything. And, it’s not like the moon really affects us like that, I don’t really believe in all that astrological bullshit. But, you seem to, yeah?” Emery wondered aloud, their expression trying to seem rather disinterested as they continued to sit in their same position.