It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says, "Son, can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes" La la la, di da da La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody And you've got us feelin' alright Now John at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke But there's someplace that he'd rather be He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing m
“now T H I S– this is a game changer.” val turned her computer around so that the other could see the screen. it showed a post she found while taking a ‘ study break ’. “it says right here that one cup of this coffee has 200% more caffeine than a normal cup of coffee and will most likely keep you up for three days straight. do you know how productive i could be if i didn’t sleep for three days?” her tired eyes lit up as if that was actually a good idea. “i dunno why they call it ‘ death wish ’.”
“I BELIEVE IT.” the blonde affirmed with the nod of her head, platinum locks falling out of place in the process, “i mean i’m so caffeine sensitive, it’s AWFUL. if i drink it past noon, i’m up all night. never understood how people could drink it as a dessert or at night and then sleep soundly.” but then again she was a fucking insomniac already which meant she had a hard time sleeping even without the intrusion of caffeine. “but it’s probably just a marketing bluff, actually., now that i think about it. you gonna try it out?”
it shouldn’t be a surprise to any of the campus library employees that jett’s running late for his shift . however , the fact that he’s still sat at the bar at noon , his hand clasped around a glass of whiskey , should at least concern them .“ hey , have the time ? ” he questions to the person beside him, voice raised slightly over the sound of the music coming from a pair of half - working speakers . “ can’t be late again or i’ll be fired and fucked . ” shaking his head , he thumbs in the pocket of his button - up and pulls out a cigarette . “ think they’ll give a fuck if i smoke in here ? i know the sign says no smoking , but , fuck , i need to sober up .”
the petite blonde didn’t spend much time in bars, the polar opposite of her brother in that regard, an actual lightweight who just COULDN’T HANDLE HER LIQUOR. her friends made her a fake id regardless and tried to get her out every weekend but she very rarely went out. if she did, she was the sober friend stuck taking care of everyone (and honestly, she wanted to keep an eye on her brother) which she knew he hated. the only reason she’d been in the bar that early was because she’d left her credit card on tab last night and like a noob, had to retrieve it. she wasn’t surprised to find jett there but she couldn’t help the concern that washed onto her features. still, she faked a smile and lifted up on the tips of her toes to press a kiss against his temple, “hey.” rory greeted cooly, hopping up on the bar stool beside him, “it’s a little past noon.” bright orbs mirrored his eyeing him cautiously, “thought you worked today.” she gave a roll of her eyes, “they probably do give a fuck but since when have you cared about getting kicked out of bars?” rory jested, playfully nudging him.
Is that SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ LEXINGTON? Wow, they do look a lot like BENJAMIN WADSWORTH. I hear HE is a 17 year old JUNIOR who originally attended LUXOR Academy. Word is they are a(n) ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be RECKLESS and SELF DESTRUCTIVE, but on the bright side they can also be ALLURING and ADVENTUROUS. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.
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TW: Abuse
There he is, the Dean’s son and an actual legacy.
For as long as he could remember, it’s unfortunately always been him and his father. His mom died while giving birth to Bash and his Dad has never ever forgiven him for it.
Their grandparents are never really around except for when they need Bash and his father for publicity but mainly they benefit off of the school’s wages and go on extravagant vacations and what nothing to do with the Lexington boys.
His father is abusive though he hides it well because…he’s the Dean of the school. Both physically, emotionally and verbally. Since he’s been dealing with it his entire life, he’s sort of accepted it as something that he deserves so he doesn’t really fight it. After all, if it weren’t for him his mother would still be alive. And his father isn’t hurting anyone other than him so Bash has never…really seen the problem. A complete victim’s mindset.
So due to this he thinks he’s a worthless piece of shit that won’t amount to anything and who doesn’t deserve love or happiness. As his father constantly reminds him, he’s just a burden on the world and all around him, feeding to the country’s overpopulation. He was the biggest mistake of his Dad’s life.
Again, he thinks he deserves it and he believes he needs his father. Dean Lexington has convinced him that he wouldn’t survive a minute in the world without him. Bash is just…delusional and as much as he hates his Dad, he grossly respects and values his opinion. After all he doesn’t know better and doesn’t know anything more.
His father shielded him from a normal childhood too. He was homeschooled and had very few school friends. It wasn’t until boarding school where he was suddenly thrust into the social scene and let’s just say he hasn’t…adjusted well.
On the frequent occasions where his father beats him to where it’s visible, Bash will usually go to a bar and elicit a fight to get more flesh wounds apparent so that he has an alibi. So basically everyone at Luxor just thinks he’s a drunken troublemaker who gets into a shit ton of fights. Which like…isn’t wrong. He is drunk or high 99% of the time and he’s getting into fights.
At least when he gets hit, he feels something. Whereas he’s gotten so good at numbing and shoving down any sort of feelings. Shout out to liquor!
He’s always loved music, it’s his sole happy place and when his fingers are gracing that of a piano it’s like…he’s transported away from the bullshit. As lame as it sounds, he feels like his piano is his only and last connection to his Mom. She used to play and when he plays, he feels like he’s playing for her and to her like…spiritually. He can feel her when he’s writing, composing and playing. She gives him the music and he puts it to paper.
Also gay af.
ALSO DO NOT CALL HIM SEBASTIAN. it’s a massive fucking trigger for him! it’s what his dad always calls him before he’s about to beat the shit out of him. i mean you can but he won’t react great.
PERSONALITY WISE:
He’s a sarcastic asshole who tries to act all tough but who is severely craving human intimacy and companionship. When people start to get close and he starts to trust them, he panics, literal panic attacks that cause him to just snap and do everything he can to push that person FAR away and out of his life. He’s really smart but he doesn’t think so which means he doesn’t apply himself. Doesn’t really trust anyone. Will party and sometimes when he’s really high he’ll like…relax and cut loose and be real with people but then the next day he’ll deny it ever happened.
PLOTS:
In simple terms: FWB, Exes that he probably cheated on or pushed away, Hook ups, Friends, Study buddies, party buddies, smoking buddies, reckless shithead buddies etc.
MORE DETAILED PLOTS:
ROMANTIC/PHYSICAL:
[ current | fwb ] muse a and muse b met through mutual friends and quickly hit it off as friends. offhandedly one day, muse a mentioned something one day that muse b quickly turned sexual. they locked eyes and the next minute they were in a room, locked away, undressing each other. after exiting the room, the two agreed that it would never happen again…until a few days later, when it did. they keep saying they won’t come back for more.
[ current | just do it already ] muse a and muse b have been in love with each other for like, ever. neither of them are willing to admit it though, even to themselves. their friends are constantly joking about it and they both wave it off – but when one isn’t looking, anyone could see the adoration in the other’s face with ease.
[ past | dating ] muse a and muse b were the kind of people that immediately rejected each other, going to other people instead. then muse a found themselves in a room with their ex and pulled muse b aside to ask them to fake being their significant other for the night. over the next few hours, their fake date became a real one and soon things progressed into a relationship.
[ previous | friends…i guess? ] muse a and muse b were friends prior to their spontaneous hook-up and their world turned upside down. dazed, they decided to start dating that moment and to their credit, tried to make it work for a few weeks. muse a finally ( and nervously ) let out that they weren’t feeling it. to their relief, muse b admitted they were feeling the same. they decided to stay friends, but now have the added “i’ve seen you naked” awkwardness.
[ previous/current | on again, off again ] muse a and muse b love each other, but their relationship is toxic so they are constantly on and off. they always get along as friends, but the second they became lovers something always changes. they care a lot about each other, but something always goes awry.
[ your choice | hook up ] muse a recently broke up with their significant other, and in their post-breakup state got some revenge by hooking up with their ex’s best friend, muse b. neither expected the night to be so…memorable. your choice on what they do about it.
PLATONIC:
[ positive | two way street ] muse a and muse b frequent the same coffee shop and often made casual hellos to each other until the coffee shop raised their prices. muse a went to order their usual drink and lifted their eyes in surprise at the new price, hand helplessly prepared to hand over exact change. muse b quickly swooped in and saved the day, buying both of their coffees. next time they were both in the shop, muse a paid for muse b’s drink. they flip who pays each time as some sort of game now, but they’ve only had minor conversation as one or the other always seems to be in a rush.
[ positive | friends ] when muse a moved in, they didn’t expect to see muse b climbing up/standing on the fire escape right outside their living room window. they went to confront muse b and scared them, making both fear for the life of muse b for a moment. apologetic, muse a invited muse b in and the two connected almost immediately. ( muse b may or may not have explained their presence on the fire escape during this conversation // reason could have been that they knew who lived in muse a’s apartment before but didn’t know that they moved )
[ current | platonic or romantic ] *tw: alcohol. muse a and muse b met at a bar. throughout the night, muse b got more and more inebriated. being the good ( or bad ) samaritan they are, muse a decides to take muse b back to their house before they end up on the floor. when they arrive at muse a’s building/house, muse b ( loudly ) asks muse a how the heck ! muse a knew where they lived. turns out – they live a mere few floors/doors/houses away from each other.
[ current | platonic ] muse a is an extrovert – so much so that when muse b started moving in, they didn’t even wait for the moving truck to pull away before introducing themselves. in fact, muse a even started helping unload the truck without being asked. ( BONUS: muse b was super grateful for the help and their relationship is great // muse b is Grumpy™ and was annoyed that muse a started helping without asking and their relationship is tense. )
❝ Eh … ❞ Dakota shakes his head. ❝ Panda Express is good , but I wouldn’t say it’s THAT good. Don’t be so dramatic - you’ll find some place here and live. This is like the white boy version of “my diamond earring fell out.” ❞
“Well being dramatic is the only thing I know how to do, so sorry, to disappoint but best get used to it, buddy. And honestly, I don’t know what you’re talking about...How can you even compare a diamond earring to orange chicken? I’m just...stoned as fuck and really craving some Panda.”
“Then go back,” Lavi said on an exhale of white smoke, laugh escaping her. “What’s stopping you? Certainly not me. One less of you, one less headache.”
“I can’t tell if that was a laugh because you understood that I was joking or a laugh because I amuse you in like a...condescending sort of way.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he leans back so that his back was hitting against the wall “Either way, thanks. I know you sort of just insulted me but I’m gonna compliment you because...you’re honestly one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. And this isn’t like...a pick up line because, super gay. But yeah, are you like a model?”
“Go back then, ya big fuckin’ baby. There’s plenty’ve delicious real food all over. Look, right over there’s a french fry stand!”
“UM excuse you, that’s NOT the way you talk to a baby! So rude.” But after a moment he breaks into a chuckle, “And you consider french fries to be real food? I like you. My kind of person.”
Teddy doesn’t actually hear what Bash says, and for a moment he considers pretending like he had, laughing and mumbling a ‘yeah’ before letting the conversation die. Instead, he leans in a bit close, mumbling an awkward, “Pardon?” There’s something inherently wrong about letting a conversation with Bash die, “The music - sorry, kinda loud. And, like. I’m deaf a bit, in my left ear, remember? Ear infections, baby! Kinda… sexy of me I think.”
His breath hitches in his throat, the familiar scent of Teddy’s soap and shampoo infiltrating his nostrils until he finally just decides to stop breathing all together, finally understanding how senses could elicit unwarranted memories. With a dramatic grunt, he shrugs away so that there’s at LEAST a foot between the two of them, finding it easier to think. “Nothing, it was...dumb!” Bash said more loudly this time, daring to finally lift his gaze up to meet Teddy’s as he could feel his cheeks heating up. He nervously chewed upon his bottom lip before offering his drink to Teddy, “Um...wanna try? It’s a dutch...likeur or whatever. Some dude made it for me. It’s sweet...and strong!”
“Yeah, well,” Teddy mumbles, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Suddenly, the sound of beer sloshing around in a can as it was swiveled in repetitive circles was the most interesting thing in the room, “I’m sure Amsterdam has other good hangover foods. C’est la vie. Whatever that is in Dutch.”
His heart drops into the bottom of his stomach at the sight of Teddy, swallowing thickly as he opens his mouth to say something in return, only to be met with a blank mind and no words come to mind. Bash instead takes a generous swig from his drink, “Well...hopefully they at least have won-tons somewhere.” He said quietly, voice barely above a whisper, gaze fixated on the floor.
“You can just use it as an opportunity to try new food, out with the orange chicken in with the Stroopwafel,” Delilah mumbled, mouth full, and words slightly slurred, glancing over at Sebastian as he spoke, not feeling the usual tighteness in her stomach caused by nerves and jealousy, she was too drunk still to care about such things, “It’s good hangover food, you really should try it.”
“What the fuck is a Stroopwafel? Are you making shit up?” A soft chuckle escaping from his lips as he eyed the other, the two of them blissfully intoxicated and all of the cares in the world were currently discarded. “No, I still don’t believe it’s actual food. I think you imagined it.”
