you are home

Scout had never been used to this kind of heat. She was born in a place where rain was the norm, everything green and damp and always, always alive. This, however, was a whole new beast. The living things were nowhere to be found, not even the people, and it was all red dust and rocks. Of course, she had realized this at first, but then, it had been exciting, it had been an adventure.

And it still was, she told herself, kicking at the dirt, just an adventure with lots of sunscreen. And thinking of that, she would probably have to put more on soon.. Did sunscreen sweat off? She turned, when she heard someone calling. Spinning back around, she saw a blonde girl in a yellow dress, a ways off, and gave a small wave.

“I guess?” She called back, shrugging, almost exaggeratedly, and heading across the dirt.

#c: skyler

“Former,” Rhett corrected quickly. He wasn’t in school anymore, it wasn’t likely that he’d ever go back. “I joined for the beer and the babes, I still don’t have any regrets about it.” He grinned into his cup, wondering why it was that he was in such a good mood. “What do you write about?”

Scout twirled her finger arond the rim of the beer bottle. “Good a reason as any.” She gave a small nod, and took a sip. “I write about music. I mean, really about music, not about all the drama and shit the media seems to want to talk about. I could care less, honestly, I mean.. What’s the point if you hardly even talk about the music?”

He dipped his head in response, “No problem.” Rhett’s drink came to him, dark and swirled sweet– he took a sip and grinned. “Tastes just like Kappa Kappa. The girl with blue hair interested him and he passed her the beer. “It’s light, you should be fine.” Leaning against the bar, he paused, “What do you do here anyways?”

“Kappa Kappa? You a frat boy, or something?” The college experience hadn’t really bee one that included sororitys or fraternitys, at least for Scout. They had been there, sure, but she had only really seen members in passing. “Oh, I’m here for work.” She took a sip, giving her a moment to collect her words. “I’m a writer.”

aperitifs

“Nah, I’m really diggin’ the blue. Goes more with the summer vibe, you know?”

“Yeah, definitely. You know, I don’t know if I could ever go back to “normal” hair.”

#c: parvati

avery-carson

Her words provoked a quiet laugh to leave Avery’s mouth, "Isn’t that the truth.“ A neat brow lifted, "You don’t do interviews, do you?”

She nodded. Bringing up her career seemed to be a bump with people, especially musicians. “Yes, I do, in fact. Is that weird?”

#c: avery

wiresmickie

“I’ve tried that, he’s not picking up.”

"Maybe his phone is dead? I don’t know. Sometimes, when my dad is working, we don’t talk for like, weeks. But that’s probably just my family being weird.”

#c: rogue

Rhett mirrored her shrug, “Dunno, I don’t like beer too much.” It went against the frat boy image, twisted and warped it like a secret around a little finger, but he leaned over the bar, flashing teeth in a bright smile. The bar tender recognized him, though he wasn’t quite sure if it was a good or a bad thing. “Mix me a jager and coke, college style.” Tipping his chin towards Scout, he made an executive decision. “A Keith’s pale ale for her.”

“Ah.” She wasn’t sure what to say, so she watched him order. It was interesting to see someone like him in action. Keith’s, that sounded fine. She probably wouldn’t drink too much of it, anyway. Or maybe she would. She smiled. “Thank you.”

wiresmickie

“I haven’t received a call from my dad in a while, I’m starting to get worried.”

“Can’t you just call him yourself?”

#c: rogue

theghostnikita-blog

Blue spared a glance at the spider, now floundering on the ground. “Fuck, don’t say that,” he muttered, stamping on the spider for good measure, “We’ve gotta sleep out here, you know.”

She chuckled. “You’ll want to watch out for those, then, yeah? Hope you did your research on poisonous spiders.”

#c: blue

theghostnikita-blog

Blue turned to the girl and gave her an unappreciative look. “Comforting. Thanks,” he muttered, smacking a spider off his arm, “That sounds like something a serial killer would say.”

Scout grinned. “No problem.” Noticing the spider, she raised an eyebrow. “You should be careful, one of those could be poisonous.”

#c: blue

theghostnikita-blog

“This is the kinda place people come to get murdered.” The camp looked pretty desolate. To your right: red sand. To your left: red sand. In front and behind you: red sand. Not to mention the heat, Colorado felt like the opposite side of the world to Detroit. “You could stab somebody and get blood all over the ground and nobody would even notice, it’s already red. Bet we’re sleeping on top of a mass grave.”

Scout opened her mouth to make a comment on how blood was probably a different color than sand, and then shut it. It was odd how her brain seemed to try and sabotage conversations. She shrugged. “Maybe.”

#c: blue

Rhett pushed through the crowd, wide shoulders and tall gait making a path easily. He didn’t look like the sort of person that you rooted your feet in front of, he was steam and he was wicked, finding a place in front of the white tent shortly. The male could speak normally now, his voice didn’t have be a yell and the sudden cut in volume shocked him before he spoke. “I know what I’m getting, what about you?”

#c: scout #casually took way too long researching alcohol

Scout shrugged. She found it best not to have a drink, one that she settled on regularly at least. A beer was good, or judging on what who she was with was drinking was safe too. “Intriguing. I haven’t been here yet, do you know if they have any decent beer, or just like Bud Light and shit?”

Rhett grinned, “Don’t worry about it. We can charge it to my manager and the poor bastard’ll have to foot the bill.” His smile was incandescent, the moon would have been jealous of it in that moment, and he stretched, gesturing for the beer tent. “Ladies first.”

It was funny, Scout thought, as she moved towards the tent, that she was here, this being he kind of thing that fourteen year old Emily might have dreamed of. Hair like a mermaid,and dancing in her own coral reef of people, and meeting pretty drummer boys who smiled and joked and acted almost like a gentleman while being mischievous as hell at the same time. She laughed, and nodded. “Fine with me.”

Rhett shrugged, “Mine means fire, but I’m pretty sure I was named after Rhett Butler.” He grinned, his parents hadn’t even known how well suited their baby name was, his brother’s suited him as well, Elijah. “Frankly my dear,” he started off, “I could use a fuckin’ drink.”

Scout smiled, laughing. “Either way, it’s good, right?” She nodded in agreement. “I would second that, but I don’t have anything on me right now.”