Might as well be Drunk in Love

[scgclden]

𝐒𝐂𝐆𝐂𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 is a dependent rpg blog for campusloser written by bea. 

MARIGOLD 'GOLDIE' LEWIS. twenty two years old. known as 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, and member of the cheerios and the new directions. { intro & connections. dash interactions. mirror. musing. }

TYLER PERERA. twenty four years old. known as 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧, and member of the saint rivera swim team and the campus radio. { intro & connections. dash interactions. mirror. musing. }

[scgclden]

who. tyler & jo @ivegcttagay where. one of their dorm rooms!

"ya know, i never thought we'd be in a musical together." musicals weren't exactly his thing, and while they weren't technically in it together (tyler wasn't apart of the actual cast), but it was still funny to think that out of any extra curricular activity, this is what the friends were partaking it. he lean up off the bed he was lounging on and looked over at her, a playful smirk on his face. "we're like one hop, skip and a jump away from being apart of the glee club." that would never happened. he liked playing music, but swaying on a stage singing show tunes with a bunch of people he couldn't really stand. "which will never happen. i'd probably commit a crime if i had to spend that much time with stella, screaming about how pitchy everyone is."

[scgclden]

who. tyler & stella @sing2you where. a practice room in the music building

as he got closer to the practice room (that he reserved) and heard someone warming up inside of it, tyler let out a frustrated groan. finally coming to the door, he tugged on it only to find it was locked. "you've gotta be fucking kidding me..." he muttered, brining a fist up to bang on the door. he then looked through the window and waved, ready to curse out stella nasr once again. it took longer then he would like for the door to the practice room (again, that HE reserved) to open. "i'm five minutes late and you swoop in here like a fucking gremlin." he muttered under his breath as he pushed past her into the rehearsal room. "even if i wasn't here until five minutes before the hour was up, i'd still have the room for the whole hour." he unzipped his travel bag and pulled his guitar out of it, only turning back to stella when he realized she was still there. "thank's for keeping the room warm but i'm good now."

[scgclden]

who. tyler & micah @loserspng where. the rocky horror picture show rehersals

"dude, this show is wild." tyler muttered once the director yelled cut. they were rehearsing the run through of eddie's intro and to his surprise it was probably the most demanding part of the whole show. at least for the band. and maybe it was because he had never actually seen rocky horror prior to joining the live band, or because he was trying to focus on reading music and remember his cue's, but tyler could not for the life of him actually follow along with the plot. "what's going on with your character again? you're in a freezer?" he asked, turning to micah with a look of straight confusion on his face.

[scgclden]

who. tyler & luciana @socvereign where. the saint rivera aquatic's center

he pulled his goggled off, his swim cap coming of quickly there after. the action was filled with irritation and frustration. and if you didn't know him well enough to know that from just looking at him, the way he slapped the water before getting out of it would certainly clue you in. "coach won't get off my ass." he grumbled, taking a seat on the bench next to luciana. "he keeps telling me i need to shave like four seconds if i want to beat anyone this year, but my time hasn't changed since the start of the semester." and truthfully, he wasn't even sure he wanted to compete. he'd been swimming for so long it just felt like he couldn't stop. if anything he was just more upset he had to deal with the disappointment from coach, and subsequently the potential disappointment from his teammates. "fuck, i shouldn't have agreed to join the 4 x 100."

[scgclden]

who. tyler & celmentine @xoxoclementines where. a random courtyard on the saint rivera campus

he had a break in between classes and it was a nice enough day (just warm enough to wear a sweater but not a jacket) that he decided to sit outside to study. who knew how many days they had left like this before it began to snow, might as well take advantage of it.

walking across the quad, tyler noticed many smaller groups of friends hanging out either on the grass or on benches. some where even just standing around and chatting. and while he loved a hang as much as the next guy, he had some homework that desperately needed his attention. shit he had been putting off since it was assigned last week. and seeing as that class was in... three hours, he had to lock in. seeing a table with only one other occupant, tyler went over and ask, "you cool if i sit?" when she turned to him, tyler realized it was celmentine. they weren't super close by any means, but they had talked a parties enough that he knew he wouldn't mind the company. before she could say either yet or no to his question, he began to take the seat opposite her. "oh hey. what are you up to?" he asked.

[scgclden]

who. tyler & savannah @whimsyhcrts where. the abrams house basement

he sat across from savannah in the basement of their dorm building, guitar in his hands as he toyed with a specific melody. it wasn't anything important, just a sound he couldn't get out of his head. he wasn't even sure it would work for their band, but he figured why not show it to her and get some feedback, right? "you think it can work? i don't have lyrics yet, but if it sounds okay i can start brainstorming." he muttered through the pick pinned between his teeth as he readjusted his position in the rather worn in couch he was sitting on. "i saw some ads online for some talent needed for a party or something. we could always audition, and try to have this turned into something new by then. if we get the gig, that is."

[shcwtunes]

"what's my color, then? skin tone? goldie, are you asking me to strip in the middle of the choir room?" sully puts his hand over his mouth like he is appalled by this request she hadn't even remotely given him, before stretching his legs out to get a little more comfortable. ...and to potentially trip any losers that might pass by.

"what's her name? maybe i know her - she cute?" priorities. sully's demeanor shifts, just a little, at the thought of having to threaten to leave, causing his arms to cross over his chest in defiance at the idea without him realizing. he liked it here. maybe he wouldn't admit it, but he did, and he wasn't too sure he wanted to risk the bluff of having to potentially leave - even if it could lead to them getting their way. "i dunno. that... seems a little drastic. it's just one stupid assignment. we'll get another stupid one next week. not like any of this actually matters."

[scgclden]

she rolled her eyes playfully before smiling at him. "if i wanted you to strip, sully, i would just say that. i know you'd do it." and then she returned back to his other question. "and you do look really good in the cheerios red."

when he asked about her partner, if she was hot, goldie acted as if she was deeply considering it. "honestly, i can't remember if we've talked. but she's cute. i gotta like find her number or insta or something and talk with her." her brows furrowed as he suddenly crossed his arms over his chest, almost like he was upset. was he upset? was the idea of leaving. "i mean, it's not like we're actually gonna leave. not yet anyway. and honestly i bet stella will be pissed if we try to leave. cause then she'll be co-captain and choreographer and i don't know if she has enough energy for that. and lets be real, whatever she comes up with isn't gonna be as good as what we come up with." and truthfully, if they had any reason to quit it would be if coach steele pulled them off the squad. goldie took a long sip of her water as she considered that outcome. "okay but the assignment, do you know what you're gonna perform?"

[stupidiots]

open starter ft. anyone location. st. rivera aquatic center context. #punk’d #ijustwantedtousethisgif

“ if  you  thought  that  was  funny,  i’m  about  to  be  hilar— ”  wyatt  stopped  halfway  out  of  the  locker  room,  one  hand  still  holding  the  door  open,  towel  slung  over  his  bare  shoulder  and  damp  hair  pushed  messily  back  from  his  forehead.  he  had  been  expecting  someone  from  swim  team  with  a  stupid  grin  and  his  missing  shirt  balled  up  under  one  arm,  not  the  person  standing  on  the  mostly  empty  pool  deck.   “  oh.  hi.  sorry. this  is  not,  um,  ”   he  started,  then  let  out  a  short,  embarrassed  laugh  under  his  breath,  standing  there  half - dressed and  holding onto the  very  unfortunate  knowledge  that  he  could  not  simply  retreat  back  through  the  door  without  looking  insane.  “  you haven’t seen a gray shirt lying around anywhere, have you?  ”

[scgclden]

goldie pointed to a gray shirt that was thrown over one of the bleachers, assuming it was the one he was referencing. "ya mean that one?" she asked, trying to clarify if she had done a good job of pointing out the article of clothing. "i kinda hope i'm wrong." it was a giggle that left her mouth as her eyes appreciated his bare chest before she turned back to the pool. she pointed to the water. "you do something to it?" she asked over her shoulder, wondering what he was talking about that had been so funny. "you know what would be really funny? if you dyed it bright red. or if you threw one of those foam parties. I bet the whole school would be talkin' about that for weeks."

[qbshepherd]

lucas @ open

"D'you have a lighter on you?" He wasn't expecting them to say yes, even as he looked at them expectantly, patting at his empty pockets. Most people around campus were blowing strawberries and cream clouds, or puffing on cartridges lately- the glee kids he had been running around with were all too lame serious to convince him they might have a flame in their pocket. Shit. The joint behind his ear begged to be analogue- he was convinced it was better for his lungs, but it was all garbage at the end of the day. Shit his Dad would kill him for. He looked around the party, (courtesy of Beta Rho Omega!), eyes closing in on the fire pit... Maybe he could-? Nah. "You feel like smoking this thing? Might have to go back to my car to do it."

[scgclden]

goldie hadn't smoked in... a while. she had a boyfriend once who was reallyyyyyy into weed and partook so often that she forgot most of her first semester of her senior year of high school. and then at one point she just got super paranoid, which is why she stopped. but that didn't mean she didn't always carry a lighter on her. it was good to have one, but also a great way to be useful! and a good way to just have a reason to talk to someone. so when lucas asked her if she hand one, the blonde dug it out of her bag with a bright smile. "sure do!" she held it up in triumph, then considering his next question. "yeah! i could take a break. just don't let me smoke too much, it hit's me like a ton of bricks." she didn't want to look lame. she knew how some people viewed the glee club, she couldn't let her reputation totally sink. "how far away is your car?" she asked, heading towards the exit of the party where the street that held all the cars were parked.

[stupidiots]

closed starter ft. @scgclden ft. goldie location. this could be anywhere really, take your pick !! context. just fun, silly girlies hanging out + val being nosy

the  other  had  made  the  mistake  of  smiling  at  her  phone  where  valeria  could  see  it,  which  really  felt  like  something  she  should  have  known  better  than  to  do  by  now.  valeria  had  been  minding  her  business,  or  at  least  doing  a  very  convincing  version  of  it  while  fixing  her  lip  gloss,  but  the  second  she  caught  that  little  smile,  her  attention  shifted.  she  didn’t  even  know  if  it  was  a  person.  for  all  she  knew,  it  could’ve  been  a  coupon  or  a  dog  video,  but  goldie  looked  too  pleased  for  val  to  let  it  go.   “  oh,  that  was  a  face.  ”   she  turned  toward  goldie,  already  grinning  like  she  had  caught  her  stealing.   “  who  is  it?  ”   valeria  asked,  leaning  back  against  her  seat  like  she  had  all  the  time  in  the  world.   “  and  don’t  say  nobody.  you  can  say  it’s  private,  obviously,  but  then  i’m  gonna  have  to  guess.  ”

[scgclden]

the blonde bit her lip as she was caught, blushing slightly as she hid her phone. it wasn't even all that excited. not like she was getting a super hot and incredibly inappropriate text in the middle of the cafeteria. or even a dick pic (which goldie didn't really find excitement in, she just like knowing someone wanted to send one to her). she was just scrolling insta. "okay okay okay!" she began, putting her phone face and and leaning in to tell val her secret. "i have a crush..." she said, giggling like a little school girl. "it's brooks. he's so cute and like soooo easy to talk to and so hot. and like, such a nice guy. really." which was kind of new for her. "but every time i flirt with him i can't tell if he's actually into me. like, he doesn't always flirt back, which is crazy! right?" she sat back in the chair, stumped and hoping the girl before her had an opinion on it. "has that ever happened to you?"

[onwiththeshcw]

there were very few places on campus where nobody expected anything from rhys davenport. the gym, strangely enough, was one of them. weights didn't care about last names, family expectations, net worth, networking or carefully taught reputations. they either got tossed around like a bean bag or they didn't.

he slid the final plate onto the rack, racked the sled with a quiet metallic clang, and sat up, dragging the back of his hand across his forehead before reaching for his water bottle. it wasn't until he caught movement out of the corner of his eye that he realized someone had stopped nearby. his gaze flicked toward the leg press before returning to his new spotter. "you want to work in?" he asked between breaths, one corner of his mouth pulling into a tired smile, "i've got one more set, but i'm headed to squat next."

tldr: this is a gratuitous rhys gym starter. i googled stuff about gym bros and it could be inaccurate. enter at your own risk.

[scgclden]

rhys was exactly the kind of rich asshole that tyler tried to steer clear of. he knew guys like him. dealt with enough of them throughout his adolescence and knew he didn't want to talk to them now. but here they were, both in the same gym and both looking to use the same piece of gym equipment. and as much as he didn't want to deal with the guy, tyler wasn't about to bow out of being his spotter and then risk him getting hurt. so with a sigh, tyler headed over. "i'll be you're spotter for the last set." he muttered, heading behind the bar and placing his hands under it. "how many reps?" he asked, trying not to do too much that could entice conversation.

[onwiththeshcw]

tl;dr: your muse pops by fabray's. emery is #werking the counter.

money had been tight this semester. it always was, but emery was really feeling it. she didn't want to pick up another thing on her plate, but she knew she couldn't ask her mom for help. she was already on a work-study and as many scholarships as she could have picked up, but there was not a ton out there for girls who almost made the top 20% of their class. so, a regular old boring job it was.

fabray's was busy that morning, and emery had done her best to memorize the new drink specials that the owners had added to the menu, but she was midway through scribbling down a series of lyrics that were equal parts devastating and relatable when her manager gestured over to the line that had formed at the register. swallowing, emery tucked two strands of dark hair that had fallen out of her messy bun behind her ears, painted on her best smile, and stepped up to the ipad. "hi! welcome to fabrays. thank you so much for your patience. what can i get started for you today?" her fingers hovered as she began to type in the order. the words were still stuck in her head, and emery was struggling to concentrate on anything else. she wasn't cut out for this, clearly. "wait, i'm sorry-- did you say oat milk or whole?"

[scgclden]

it had become almost a daily routine of his to head to fabray's before his morning classes and grab a ham and cheese croissant and a hot tea. if he was really lucky (like when he got the email last week while in line that his class was canceled) he would take a free seat by a window and read whatever book was in his bag. that day was not today. in fact, now he was worried he was gonna be late to his morning class with how long he'd been waiting in line.

finally someone showed up. a girl who looked familiar enough, although tyler couldn't place her face immediately. perhaps it was because he was so hungry. he gave her his order, although his face took on a look of confusion when she asked about the type of milk. "uh, don't need any milk. just black tea, hot." he squinted softly at her, trying to place her face. "do we know each other? i feel like i've seen you before." it wasn't that far of a leap, considering they both went to the same college. but he couldn't remember seeing her in any of his classes last year.

[eleanorsings]

eleanor @ open

miss eleanor took it upon herself to host an extra practice for new directioners... and nobody showed up! she's totally crashing out now, so. good luck!

"Private practice is over." Eleanor knew it was a FRUITLESS idea the moment she had announced it to the choir room, and damn the smooth brains of her classmates that left her efforts lacking. An extra couple of hours a week to work on harmonies, choreography- socialization? Didn't any of these people care about sectionals? New Directions? Being a competent enough team to smash Vocal Adrenaline into a thousand tiny pieces? If the empty room had anything to say about it, then she had to assume that the answer was a big, fat NO! And she would quiet the part of her head that told her that maybe they would rather be doing anything else than spending an hour with Eleanor Sun-Duffy. Those people were probably just jealous anyway. "If you wanted to participate, then you should have gotten here at four, when it was scheduled-" It was only 4:38 now, but the last half hour (those first eight minutes were still brimming with some modicum of hope) had eaten away at any patience she had ever pretended to have. Up until then, she had been gathering sheet music, reveling in the sound of her ballet flats stomping against the linoleum- tossing the juice, and cookies she had bought in the trash. Finally, and suddenly, she stopped, letting out a frustrated little groan along the way. "Not everyone can just... sit around, waiting for someone to actually care about this club. I have my own performances to worry about without trying to keep you all from embarrassing yourselves."

[scgclden]

tyler observed silently as the girl before him walked about the choir room in a huff, clearly upset and going off about rehearsals and schedules. of course it took all of two seconds for him to realize what club she was talking about, and he wished he had decided to check out a private rehearsal space instead fo the choir room. of course the fucking choir room would be in use.

"so uh, that mean the room is free to use?" he questioned, once she tossed some perfectly good cookies and juice into the trash. grimacing at the wastefulness of the action, tyler pointed to the items and said, "if you weren't gonna eat those, you could've just donated them. i'm sure there's some hungry students in the library that could use a pick me up." he should know, he spent half his week in a private study cubby he rented for three hours at a time to make sure he got his annoying ass engineering and math homework finished. for some reason, he just couldn't do school work in his dorm room. "whatever, I'm not here for your club. i just wanted to use a space with good acoustics." he explained, walking past her and putting the tote back hung on his shoulder down next to the guitar left in the room.

[xoxoclementines]

" it's like- i don't care if people judge me. you can't let other people's doubt get you down. " she wouldn't be here at this college right now if not for her posting, and that's the truth of it. plus moments like this are so cute and real. " you know i love hanging out with you outside of practice. your energy kind of makes my day. "

" i love it. so cute and so fall. " a pause as she watches goldie's reaction. " sometimes a girl just needs a hint of something special. besides- they never use actual pumpkin in the pumpkin drinks! " it feels kind of rude honestly. she didn't ask to be loaded up on sugar! she asked for pumpkin! " i got a piece of banana bread. i'm not the best baker in the world but that's a favorite of mine. how about you? "

[scgclden]

goldie nodded along profusely, fully agreeing to clementine's train of thought. because you can't let other people's doubt get you down! it wasn't their life, it was your's. "really? that's what i love to hear. it's important to me to be the good vibes friend." it meant she would be kept around for longer, then. "whadya think about practice today? my thighs are killing me."

hearing that they didn't actually use pumpkin in pumpkin flavored drinks felt like a slap in the face. "wait... what?" the blonde held up her latte to eye the cold foam. "there isn't any pumpkin in this? then what the heck is it?" did that mean when she got caramel or vanilla in her drinks, those were fake too? was her entire list of go to coffee orders just nothing but a lie? "mmm no sweets for me. i cheated during lunch today. but the banana bread smells so yummy. i hope you enjoy it."

[divin3s]

Abilene hesitated, as if the answer might incriminate her if she said it out loud. Her gaze lingered on the milkshake a moment longer than necessary as the whipped cream collapsed before her, then she returned her attention to Goldie. "I've never had a milkshake," she confided in a whisper.

Pies and cookies, sure, but what stared back at her was just plain gratifying. "Does it ever get easier?" she asked, slightly curious about Goldie's mental fatigue after a full day of classes. "Not feeling so guilty for letting your brain rest?"

Then she pulled the milkshake between them, sticky condensation dripping onto her fingers. "Split it with me? There's no way I can finish it by myself," she added, letting her expression suggest I won't tell if you do.

[scgclden]

her mouth dropped open in shock when abilene confessed that she had never had a milkshake. that was like... some sort of crime! when growing up, goldie would always go to the same diner ever friday night with her grandparents. they had the same server (jeanie) and they would all order the same thing. her pop pop would get a medium rare steak with a baked potato. her gamma a club sandwich with fries. and goldie would get chocolate chip pancakes with extra crispy bacon and a strawberry milkshake for the drive home.

"okay well you gotta drink that right now and tell me what you think!" she grabbed the straw that had been placed next to the drink and ripped the wrapper off to place it inside, prepped for abi to drink. and when it was placed between them, a bright smile spread over goldie's features. it wouldn't be bad if she only had a few bites, right? she grabbed the long metal spoon and took a scoop from the metal mixing cup. "you feel guilty for taking a break?" goldie asked, moaning as the sweet goodness hit her tongue. "i think i'm usually too sleepy to really think about how i feel after a long day. but if you feel guilty, you should do your school working during lunch or when you're free during the day. that way you can have your night to yourself and do some self care. like, during the week, after glee club practice, i spent my night painting my nails and doing my skin care as i watch reruns of america's next top model. it just helps me chill out after a super long day."

[dazednconfuseds]

August groaned when he crouched down, one hand coming up to drag across his face like he might be able to erase the last thirty seconds of his life. He peeked at her through his fingers, then let his arm lamely fall away with a resigned smile. He shifted a little, testing his knee out of habit more than an actual injury. Sometimes even the smallest fall could leave him elevating it for days afterward.

"Nah, didn't fall. Just... gravity and I have always had a complicated relationship with one another," he waved it off with a lazy flick of his wrist before realizing the weight of his words. That made him picture his time in the hospital: him, bedridden, and Goldie playing Hot Nurse. Just the thought of the sponge bath she tried to offer almost made him shudder.

When she picked up the sheet music, his eyes tracked it. "It's old," he admitted. "Like, my mom probably made out to it at a high school dance," and he immediately regretted thinking of his mom making out with anyone. August took her hand when she offered it, his grip too tight as he hauled himself upright, hoping he didn't drag her down. "So, uh, you here for anything important?"

[scgclden]

she couldn't help but look at him for a bit longer then was necessary at his comment, wondering if gravity had it's way with him because of another injury. she wanted to ask about it, but the last time she showed concern over his body he ended things... so she just allowed the silence to linger. "well, you should tell gravity to shove it."

when he took her hand and pulled himself up, goldie stood her ground to make sure she didn't suddenly take his place on the ground. and she did it all with a smile. "so are ya gonna use it for the mash up assignment? i guess it could be kinda fun if you mashed up an old song with a brand new one. if that's your vibe." the question about what had brought her in here had the blonde softly bopping herself on the head. "oh my gosh, thank you for reminding me!" she skipped over to where her water bottle was left and picked it up, taking an obligatory sip once it was safely in her hands. "i always leave it here and i need it for cheer later."