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ishu took a sip of her drink and sighed. “do i really look like i’m enjoying myself? because i so am not.” she replied to her old friend. “what time do you finish tonight?”
a chuckle fell from rosie’s lips, meeting her eyes with ishu. “that makes two of us.” rosie pulls up the sleeve from her black jumper, looking at her watch. “in about an hour or so, love.”
rosie !
a familiar voice rang out over the cacophony made by the club’s visitors. amid loud yelling and sloppy attempts at swaying to too-loud music, ellar sat at the bar with a half empty glass between his fingers, willing the din around him to cease for five fucking seconds, only for rosie’s voice to register in his muddled mind and make him look up. he met her eyes and raised a brow in acknowledgement, a grimace on his lips. “don’t bet on it,” he answered, casting a glance at the company around them. “looks like a busy night for you, ro.”
the crazy night must’ve ruined rosie’s perception. looking up, she realized it was the one and only, ellar. she couldn’t tell if seeing him made her night better or... exactly the same. “lovely seeing your pretty face here, el.” she yells over the music, not sure if she was sarcastic or not. she grabs her rag, wiping the surface around him. “soooo, busy.” rosie’s monotone sarcasm was making her fall asleep.
rosie.
a hand came up to wave away the apology that came from the girl, a small smile following before she let out a short laugh. “don’t be sorry, i’m sure they’ll appear sometime soon— and if not, it’s not a big deal. it’ll save me from myself.” she started before rosie slid a shot glass towards her. the action causing another laugh to leave her lips. “—or not.” she usually wasn’t one to partake in shots— at least not anymore, but as her eyes focused upon the girl, she couldn’t help but feel rude for not having one. she hesitated for another moment before picking up the glass, raising it slightly. “cheers to us.” the slightly sad cheers brought another laugh to her lips. “and thanks.”
“are you sure, love?” rosie replies, in a reassuring way. making zoe laugh was cheering up her mood. she noticed her hesitation, making her feel a slight bit awkward for maybe being too friendly or pushy. taking shots was completely out of rosie’s habit, but she tried to push herself to make herself seem more relatable. she took the shot glass from her mouth, tilting it into her mouth. the strong liquor had hit her throat like a train, causing her to cough, making her laugh. “i haven’t in a short while,” she says, making a cringy face.
rosie.
sitting upon the bar stool, zoé’s eyes moved across the crowded room trying to pin point the familiar faces she was meant to meet up with. but after a few moments, she somewhat settled on the fact that they may not be appearing for a little while longer. though as a voice came from beside her, just loud enough for her to hear over the blaring music, her eyes focused upon the bartender, she’d seen a few times when she’d come in before, as a small smile appeared upon her features before a shrug tugged at her shoulder. “well—i can’t complain. but i was meant to meet a couple people here but it seems— i was the only one that got the time right.”
admiring zoe and her style, rosie played with her fingernails while the girl talked. shocked by her words, she furrowed her eyebrows in a frustrated manner. “i’m so sorry,” she began, knowing what is was like to be ditched all too well, “who needs those losers anyway.” rosie turned around, grabbing a bottle of whisky and two shot glasses, filling them up. “well, heres this, on me,” sliding the small glass towards the girl. “cheers to us for being stuck in this retched place.”
cocaxlola:
hearing that the other woman wasn’t enjoying her hometown, somewhere that lola had built most of her memories, brought a stressed furrow to her brow. “like a homesick strange or a what is this town strange?” she paused for a second, meeting rosie’s eyes. “you don’t have to tell me, of course, but i know this place pretty well still, so maybe i could help you out? if that’s not completely weird?”
hearing the tone of lola’s voice made rosie feel awkward. “more of a homesick strange. but also i feel lonely.” it was out of rosie’s comfort zone to talk about how she felt moving, as she never did with anybody, let alone a complete stranger. “i’d love some help, i don’t think it’s weird at all.”
sweaty and dragging on through the night, being a bartender was never easy. it had its good moments, and its really really bad moments. from creepy drunk men to people vomiting, working at the club was not her dream job. going to uni for four years only to end up here, was not ideal. through the flashing lights and blaring music, rosie approached the greatly dressed person sitting at the bar. “how are you tonight? doing better than i, i hope.”
imessage ✧ rosie
daisy: i'm blushing
daisy: how are you actually this nice
rosie: because i actually like you. haha
rosie: like, good luck to whoever i don't like
cocaxlola:
“i haven’t quite decided yet. it’s weird to be back still, still trying to settle in and figure out what to do now that i’m home.” lola was pleased about how easily the conversation was flowing between her and rosie, surprised to have bumped into someone on the street who was so open to conversation. “oh i know what that’s like, even when it’s tough it’s worth it, right?”
the words “now that i’m home” had resinated with rosie. for a while she hadn’t felt like she was home, at home, and now she definitely doesn’t feel home now. although she loves manchester, and since she was 18 she had always dreamed to move here, she still feels weird. “i’m having a bit of a hard time finding what is worth it, you know? it’s great here but often times i feel strange.”
She is a diamond♡
What are the top 3 things on your bucket list?
“probably…..traveling the world, learn several different languages, andddd…live in a different country.”
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❛ i always try to be like, cool and stuff. ❜
“don’t be silly, love, you don’t need to try.”
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imessage ✧ rosie
daisy: ooh, i'll definitely be on the lookout then
daisy: maybe, maybe not. my skin's been acting up lately so
rosie: i'll always hook someone up with a good bargain
rosie: oh who cares love! ur still beautiful
button poetry sentence starters
these are some quotes from miscellaneous poetry on button poetry’s youtube channel. feel free to edit pronouns. some of the things on here may be triggering. the channel.
❛ do you remember your first kiss? ❜
❛ he was the only boy to come to my grade seven birthday party. ❜
❛ we still played spin the bottle and kissed whoever it landed on. ❜
❛ she was my prom date and the first girl i ever kissed with tongue. ❜
❛ she took off her shirt and her bra, so i did too. ❜
❛ now, that is love. ❜
❛ i don’t have enough pain for poetry. ❜
❛ i would have recognized him at first glance. ❜
❛ she was there, i was sure of it. ❜
❛ if only i could find him. ❜
❛ you are beautiful. ❜
❛ love still thinks you are beautiful. ❜
❛ love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. ❜
❛ when i’m around you it’s like i’m full of electricity but in a cool way that’s possibly giving me a boner. ❜
❛ i want to thank you for making all the love songs mean something again. ❜
❛ i still roll my eyes but i do it while air humping. ❜
❛ you make me wanna do pointless actually dumb things. ❜
❛ i always try to be like, cool and stuff. ❜
❛ it’s hard to act like i don’t care when you’re so pretty all the goddamn time. ❜
❛ i don’t know why we’re both here but since we are lets make out until we’re dead. ❜
❛ i’ve been hearing that the world is ending. ❜
❛ i’m not me anymore, i’m a stupid puppet version of me. ❜
❛ i too have kissed no one goodnight. ❜
❛ i’ve launched myself from tall places and hoped no one would catch me. ❜
❛ my depression is a shapeshifter. one day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear, the next it’s the bear. ❜
❛ when i see a candle, i see the flesh of a church. the flicker of a flame sparks of a memory younger than noon; i am standing beside her open casket. ❜
❛ i am afraid of living. ❜
❛ i’ll commission it from some dead end journalist. ❜
❛ i won’t write your obituary. ❜
❛ if you call me, i will write you a new sky, one you can taste. ❜
❛ i will write you songs. i can’t write music, but i’ll find rihanna and i’ll get her to write you music. ❜
❛ burn them. feed them to stray cats. throw them at school children. hurl them at the sea. i don’t care. i don’t want them. ❜
❛ i don’t want your heart. ❜
❛ 1-800-273-8255, that’s the suicide hotline. ❜
❛ we can call it together. ❜
❛ i won’t tell you it’s okay, that i forgive you. ❜
❛ i won’t say goodbye or i love you one last time. ❜
❛ you won’t leave on good terms with me because i will not forgive you. ❜
