principessa del fuoco.

sienna altieri. 24. columbus, ohio. 9b. "work" is a fairly foreign concept. likely has too many brothers. not very good at friends. likes very few people, and one of them gets slapped on the ass by his mama with a wooden spoon a lot (though jury's out about whether he's still on her "like" list—or she'd like to pretend, anyway. it's a lot harder than that to get knocked off the list, as much as she may act otherwise).

[gagefiori]

Gage could tell from space that whatever this discussion was between them, that it was gearing up to be a fight. Where they both going to blame the other one until their voices were hoarse and they were red in the face, when really they both were in the wrong. It didn’t help that they both had such strong opinions, and both needed to have the last say in everything. How they’d gotten along as a couple so well was beyond Gage, but he supposed it was because that they always had each others backs. Their strong personalities were usually in each other’s corners, fighting battles with the other person, not fighting each other. They had never even fought regularly anyway, and Gage wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He knew how much of a hard-ass Sienna could be, even if no one ever believed him when he told them because of her size and demeanor. 

Of course, he knew that the decisions they made hadn’t been easy for either of them, but his knowledge and the rational side of his brain were off sleeping with the drunk part of it. Right now his brain had either flight or fight mode, and he didn’t think he’d ever chosen flight in his life. He was oddly proud of that, in a way. He felt the bitterness in the woman’s words, licking over his lips before biting it, his teeth sinking into it as he felt the thickness of some of the neon paint that had built up there, almost forgetting about what had happened when he had painted some people earlier.

“See, the thing about me leaving is, I always came back. And when I knew I wasn’t coming back I asked you to come with me,” he breathed into the night air, looking straight ahead and not at the shorter brunette who was slouching against the wall next to him. He could feel the smoke filling his lungs as he inhaled, and it was the only thing keeping him grounded to the conversation. For all he knew, none of this was really real. “Excuse me for giving a fuck, next time I won’t bother because look how awesome this time turned out.”

[siennaaltieri-blog]

Sienna didn’t want to fight. Or, at least, she hadn’t come looking for a fight. There were a lot of reasons why she didn’t want to fight, many of them things she was uncomfortable addressing, but there was also something searing through her bloodstream wanting a fight, because yeah, actually, she was frustrated. She was hurt. She was angry and annoyed and it wasn’t all aimed at him—she was mostly annoyed at herself for missing him, but she was pretty damn peeved that he’d shown up right in front of her and made it impossible to pretend that she didn’t care. She could argue something until she was red in the face, but she couldn’t deny this—couldn’t deny that the sight of him, the feel of him, the proximity of him, wasn’t affecting her far more than she’d always told herself it would.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to go as she was upset that he’d left. It was his dream, yeah, and she knew that, and she wanted it for him, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to have such an easy time of leaving her. And, what, she was just meant to jump on board a plane the moment he told her he wanted to move to the other side of the world? Columbus was her home. The obvious irony was, of course, that once he’d left, she’d realised that he was part of her home too. It was not a pleasant realisation, and she did not appreciate being reminded of it.

“Yeah, but normally when you leave, it’s somewhere I could follow if I had to,” she breathed out, still looking straight ahead and not at him. “And I wouldn’t have to leave my home and entire life behind to do it. Like, shit, it’s great that it was so easy for you, but it was your dream—and that’s great, Gage, it really fucking is, because it sounds like you got all you ever wanted, but what did you expect me to say? ‘Yeah, sure, I’ll leave my home and my entire goddamn family and everything I know to move to the other side of the world, easy, let me pack my bags’?” She made a noise in her throat, something caught between a scoff and what would be a sob if she wasn’t Sienna Altieri, aka Too Tough For That Shit, and took another drag of her cigarette to try take a break from it all. She knew he’d done all he could in the situation, but if he was allowed to be mad that she stayed, wasn’t she allowed to be mad that he left? She had never asked him to stay—she didn’t want him to stay, not really, because the part of her that wanted him to stay was drowned out by the part that wanted the best for him—but just because she hadn’t didn’t mean she hadn’t given a fuck, and just because she hadn’t come with him didn’t mean she hadn’t cared, because fuck, what he’d asked for was hard. “Oh, so you’re the only one who gave a fuck?” she demanded, finally turning to look at him, something frustrated and incredulous scrawled across her face. “Sorry that I couldn’t just drop everything and leave—hate to be such an inconvenience to you and your awesome time.” She shook her head, taking another inhalation of her cigarette, looking away from him again.

[lickofdeath]

[gagefiori]

Gage couldn’t stop the eye roll at the words that came from his ex girlfriend’s mouth, leaning his head back against the wall. The dull thudding of the music behind him was enough to trigger a small headache, but that could just be the situation he’d accidentally found himself in for all he knew. All he’d wanted tonight was to go out, have some free drinks, make out with some people, and have a few more drinks, all of which he’d done successfully. This was the last thing he’d ever thought would happen when he left the house this evening, and he was pretty sure there was no way to actually be prepared to run into someone you’d been in love with, and hadn’t seen for almost a year. Was he still in love with her? He didn’t know. Every time the thought of Sienna entered Gage’s mind these days he was quick to distract himself with something. Work, cleaning, someone else. Anything that would make him forget about the dull ache in his chest when he thought about what was missing his in life in Australia. He wasn’t a feelings guy, per say, he’d rather make a stupid joke and brush it off like some lint that had gathered on his favorite jacket. Especially when those feelings made him hurt.

It took you a year, and you couldn’t even tell me you were coming? You would rather move to a continent alone than talk to me? There were about fifty thousand questions going through Gage’s mind at the moment, but he kept his mouth shut for now. There was a sour taste in his mouth, and he was afraid if he opened it he’d say too many things that he would never even think while sober. So yeah, at the offer of a cigarette he nodded, holding his hand out. Besides, he figured if he took one of the cigarettes from her that would be one less that she could smoke. While smoking was a habit for Gage, he’d been pretty hypocritical and never liked it when Sienna had done it. At least he’d have something to do with his lips that didn’t include talking. He murmured a short thanks as he took the lighter from her too, passing it back after only a second. Their hands briefly touched, and he tried not to make it show that it affected him as much as it really did. 

It had taken him this long to finally take in the fact that she’d just told him she missed him. That she’d in a way, come here for him. But her words and her actions were telling him two different things, and right now he didn’t know what to believe. He’d never had a reason to distrust Sienna before. But then again, he’d never had a reason to think she’d never want to move away with him, either.

Gage was surprised when Sienna leaned against the wall next to him, rather than keeping her distance, and there was a small amount of muscle memory still left that wanted to reach out and wrap his arm around her. The wind was icy, and he figured it was later than he originally thought it was. But it wasn’t like that between them anymore. His head was spinning from the alcohol, and he laughed out loud as she actually asked him how he was. It had only taken her a year to do so. “It’s great. Fantastic.” His tone was a little bitter, but his words were the truth. He loved it there, and he honestly wasn’t sure if he’d ever live in America again. Taking another drag from the cigarette, he probably should have thought a little more about what to say next, before saying it. “It’s pretty killer to know that like, if I ever have to move, and start my life from scratch again, that I know I can do it. You know? I mean, I guess you do know since you moved here too. By yourself.” These were probably the worst circumstances in which these two could meet in the first time, and if the sober side of Gage would hear how bitter he was being he’d hate himself a little. 

[siennaaltieri-blog]

What exactly, Sienna wondered, had she expected? Not this, admittedly, and definitely not tonight, but Melbourne had only become the second most important place in her life—arguably the most pivotal, well before she had even moved—because of the relevance it had to one Gage Fiori, and the important place he held in her life. She’d have had to see him some time, right? Yes, she’d thought she’d have some time under her belt, some experience—maybe have made part of Melbourne her own, begun to feel like she belonged to the city, even make a few friends, as bizarre of a concept as that felt. And then, meeting Gage, even if it hadn’t been on her own terms... well, at least she wouldn’t have felt so out of her depth. She hated being out of her depth. Had she thought that some extra months of tools in her arsenal, perhaps even preparation for seeing him, would make a real difference? She had no real idea how she felt about him right now, because it was something she hadn’t let herself think about much in the past year, for fear of figuring out that it was something more than she was willing to deal with, but whatever it was, it was sitting in her chest and taking up an uncomfortable amount of space.

Retrieving the second cigarette from her bra, she held it out to him with her lighter. The cigarettes weren’t new, exactly, and she still was nowhere near Gage’s level—she was a stress smoker, which she hated, mostly because she disliked the tell, that it was a physical representation of her being unable to deal with something—but she had smoked quite a bit more in the past year of him being away than in any of the years before that. A vindictive part of her considered telling him for a moment, because he’d always hated her smoking, but most of her was appalled at the idea. Partly because it was unnecessary, partly because she was too proud to let him know the effect, and partly because she didn’t really want to test whether he cared. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the answer to that, no matter what she told herself.

The issue with their hands touching wasn’t so much that it felt a bit electric—it did, but it was the familiarity that was fucking with her. She tried not to show that affected her—she had never had any reason to hide anything from him, but she could be a hell of a performer. Her lack of fines despite several earned speeding tickets could attest to that. His laugh kind of felt like ice in her veins, but she just took another drag and listened, eyes fixed on the darkness ahead of her, determined not to flinch.

The bitterness in his tone matched her own caustic one, and she almost felt bad—almost meaning yes, but refusing to admit it, in this case—until he kept talking. She felt her shackles rise slightly at his words, a flood of something between exasperation, frustration, hurt and irritation fill her chest. She hated how fucking easy he made it sound, like all he had to do was stand up and leave and then he could make a new, great life wherever he wanted, when she’d been stuck behind wondering when, exactly, she had let one person become such a significant aspect of her world that the absence of them felt like the absence of something vital in her chest. “Yes, I am so thrilled for you that you’ve perfected the art of leaving,” she responded, unable to keep the sharpness out of her tone. “It seems like a really useful skill to have, being able to pack up and make a new life with such ease.” She was vaguely aware of the hand closest to Gage—the one not holding her cigarette—drumming against her thigh slightly, the way it tended to do when she felt too much. She took another drag of her cigarette and puffed out a ring, before turning slightly to grin at him, though there was nothing humourous in it. “What can I say?” she asked. “I learned from the best.” She turned back to the night, taking another drag of her cigarette, not wanting to look at him right then.

[gagefiori]

Part of Gage wondered what his life would have been like if Sienna had actually come with him to Melbourne when he asked. Would things be better? Worse? Would they even still be together as a couple? As much time as they spent with one another they’d never actually lived together. There’d always been the knowledge that if they needed some space apart, that they could have it. Part of Gage wished he knew the answer to that question, but at the same time part of him was proud that he’d done a move this big on his own without any help. No matter what happened in his life, if he ended up alone then he had the ability to start over again. He’d done it once now, so he could do it again.

The girl’s touch had been icy against his skin, which he put down as the reason for him feeling those little jolts of electricity when she touched him. Gage had always ran hot, it was one of the reasons they said they fit together so well. But he didn’t know if he was imagining it, or if everything felt like that because of the cold air around them. He should probably go inside soon, but for some reason his feet felt glued to the floor, and he couldn’t move. Well, he wasn’t exactly sure if he couldn’t or if he wouldn’t. As much as he wasn’t ready to admit it out loud, after arriving to Melbourne he’d felt lost without Sienna. It took time to get over it, and he wasn’t ready to backtrack into familiar territory yet.

“Oh, so you won’t come with me because it’s so far away, but you’ll come alone? That’s… Great.” Gage’s voice was a little quieter than he’d anticipated, and he felt his throat going dry. He wanted another cigarette, but he couldn’t exactly remember which pocket he’d tucked them away into, and he didn’t want to look like an ass fishing around in his pants. “Leo’s that much of an idiot sometimes it wouldn’t surprise me if he already had a shirt with some dumbass comment about me on it. But he can’t wear a shirt with another guy’s name on it because that’s gay.” As much as he was putting on a confident front, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest and he felt vaguely sick. He hoped it was the alcohol.

[siennaaltieri-blog]

Sienna did not like to wonder what if. The fact that she had did not make her any more endeared by the concept. Sometimes, though, when she was very aware of the fact that her bed was more comfortable when there was someone specific—forty centimetres longer, with a dumb grin and countless theories about aliens, ideally—beside her, it had been hard not to wonder. She’d never come to any conclusions, though whether that was because there were no answers to draw or because she’d never let herself, she couldn’t be sure. Part of her wondered what life would have been like if she’d gone with him, and part of her wondered what life would have been like if he’d stayed. Not that she would have asked him to, of course—she had pride, but more importantly, it was his dream gig. She would never want him to not have that... she just couldn’t help but be a little hurt by how easily it had seemed that he’d left. Not that it was important now.

She didn’t want to be there. Or, part of her wanted nothing more than to be here, and the rest of her wanted to squash that part and run like hell. Except she’d never been the one that was good at leaving, and so, unsurprisingly, she stayed in place. It didn’t exactly improve her mood, though. She’d never really let many people in—she wasn’t closed off, nor reticent, she’d just never had much need to—and she was beginning to wonder if it was a permanent thing. If maybe you couldn’t scratch someone out. Or maybe it just needed a bit more than being on the other side of the world for about a year. Either way, she’d missed him, as much as she would probably go down pretending she didn’t. She’d never been particularly good at denying herself, either, which was the only reason she could think to provide as to why she was continuing the conversation. Again, it wasn’t a particularly satisfying answer.

An exasperated sigh left her mouth at his words, though part of her winced. It was hardly the most encouraging thing for him to hear, she reflected, though whether she was meant to be concerned about this was still up for debate. “It took me a fucking year, Fiori,” she said. She’d always had a habit of referring to people by surname—even herself, in her own head—but it had just slipped out, like a part of a past she was trying to keep locked up. She had no idea why she was telling him this. Maybe because he looked fucked up enough to not remember later. Maybe because he looked like enough of a mess to pull at her heartstrings. Maybe she was a fucking masochist, or maybe because she hadn’t yet managed to install a filter when it came to him, because she’d never needed it before. “Maybe it took me that long to get sick of how home felt with you gone, all right?” She was exasperated, she realised, and whether he remembered it or not, she did not like this emerging pattern of informing him of things close to home. She needed a cigarette. She fished one out of her bra—she always had lipstick and at least three cigarettes in her bra if she didn’t have a purse—and reached down to pull her lighter out from where she’d fastened it into her garter. Lighting her cigarette, she inhaled, before blowing a ring out. She glanced at him, taking in how wired he looked, and felt a slight surge of—something. She wasn’t sure what. “D’you want one?” she asked grudgingly, making to reach into her bra for a second.

“I think he’d make an exception if it was to call you something insulting,” she remarked dryly, musing on her brother for a moment. She felt suddenly wistful. As much as he had always bickered with her, and indeed, as much as he had always ‘fought’ with Gage, he would at least be someone she knew—a familiar face that hit her a little less hard in the chest than Gage’s. She leaned against the wall. It was hard to look at him, but it was almost worse not to—she might not get to again, after all. How long had she gone without it? Too long, said one voice. Not long enough, said another. They both had valid points. She took another drag of her cigarette. “So how is Melbourne?” she asked, something caustic staining her tone. “Everything you hoped and dreamed?” She didn’t know why she was asking. Did she even want to know? Yes, part of her was singing, was it worth it? The rest of her was saying no—no, because she wanted it to be worth it, but also no, because she didn’t really want to hear that. She focused on her cigarette, and how wild his hair looked.

[scftpearl]

“As far as I know dunny means toilet around here. But I’m not too sure yet,” he said, his voice tries to beat out the loud music. “I’ve only been here for a few years and I’m not sure of what the slangs even mean.”

[siennaaltieri-blog]

“I only just got here,” she answered, raising her voice to be heard, “and it feels like they’re speaking a different language a lot! California?” she guessed, listening to his voice. Sienna was generally pretty good at placing accents, at least within America—one of her useless talents, her brothers used to mock, before she would chase them around the house throwing things at them or send Gage to make them squeal—but it was really fucking loud, and she had consumed some alcohol, so her accent radar could be off.

[frickyfreya-deactivated20161106]

Freya had been perched on the bar stool attempting to decide what to drink when she felt a tap. Turning slightly, she offered a polite smile. “I think he meant that he’s going to the toilet,” Freya explained. “I’m not so sure myself but I believe it’s a term the locals use. Kinda awkward that he’d tell you his wherabouts though, don’t you think?”

[siennaaltieri-blog]

Sienna’s nose wrinkled slightly at the explanation—it was awkward, or at least unnecessary. “Thank you,” she said, regarding the explanation, before offering her a helpless look along with a shrug. “Super strange—maybe it’s because I was waiting to order from him? I don’t know. At least they’ve got more than one bartender, right?” She scrutinised the other girl—it was hard to tell, what with the loudness of the party, but she felt sure she recognised that accent. East coast, at least. “New York?” she hazarded a guess. Sienna wasn’t aware that Ohio-ans such as herself had an accent, beyond what the Australians seemed to term ‘the American one’, but she imagined most Americans could recognise a New York one.

[logcns-blog]

Logan couldn’t help but smile at the small girl before him. He was sure that she wasn’t completely over-intoxicated, unlike many of the others that were willing to grind against anything that moved. Only having a drink or two, the blonde found it rather comforting to converse with somebody still sober, even though he couldn’t not hear a thing besides the thumping of the DJ somewhere behind them. In all honestly, he didn’t even know why he came; he had no connection to the said birthday boy, besides being a friend of a friend of a friend, and alcohol can only take you so far when you aren’t as fucked up as everyone else. He looked back down at her screen as she once again finished typing, nodding as a sign that he understood. He held the drink up, raising his eyebrows as if to signal are you sure i can have it? He unlocked his phone and continued typing out another message;

everyone knows him ~ hes slept with them or gotten stoned with them probably NO PRESENT its not a birthday bash ur all good 😁😁 i’ll but you another one??

[siennaaltieri-blog]

As far as Sienna was concerned, this was the best conversation she’d had so far tonight, and there was no actual speaking. She wasn’t sure if that was pathetic or not, but she decided it didn’t exactly matter. She was surrounded by tall, drunk Australians, so this particular interaction was a nice refuge, at least for the moment. She flashed him a thumbs up and a nod at his signal with the drink, before peering in to read his message. She pulled a range of faces—raised eyebrows; a bit of an eyeroll because she was somewhat reminded of a bizarre mix between her brother Leo and the second-most attractive quarterback in high school; relief because of the present thing, though she’d thought someone had told her it was a birthday thing, though she quickly dismissed that as unimportant; and finally looking up at him and flashing him a bright smile—before turning to her own phone and typing out a message.

        i havent even seen him ahaha but shit he sounds busy! probs will figure out who he        is at some point then and ok cool ty!! ahaha sounds like a deal!

[thcmases-blog]

her grin turned to a clench of her teeth, a combination of unsureness and awkwardness that seemed ever present on josephine’s features (since these two characters were common to her). yet instead of more lying, or more sarcasm, she simply spoke, “to be honest, i’ve got no clue.” living in australia her whole life and still not understanding the slang, she supposed it was a given. some of those sayings were mad. “i always thought dunny was some slang outback term,” and although it wasn’t questioning, the tone of her voice raised slightly as if it could be. but quickly she dismissed the idea, a wave of her hand showing the proof. “anyway, it’ll say it somewhere on google.” 

[siennaaltieri-blog]

Sienna shrugged at the other girl’s words. The more she thought about it, the more certain she was that she didn’t want to be thinking about the origin of the Australian term for ‘toilet’, nor did she want to be thinking about toilets at all, actually. “I have no idea about what the slang outback is or what it entails,” Sienna put forward honestly, her lack of interest in the subject as well as the alcohol enabling her to confess to such a lack of knowledge. “However, I do have an idea about the alcohol—notably that it is free and we should be having more of it.” She inclined her head, sure that there was probably something about it on Google, though Sienna had no real desire to learn any more about it. She would perhaps delve into Google regarding Australia if she didn’t recognise any drinks on offer, though she doubted it. Surely alcohol was fairly similar between home and here, right?

[gagefiori]

After the move to Australia, the first months for Gage had been hard. Hell, they’d felt like seven years in hell and the worst days of his life. There had been routine at home. Either he’d go home and Sienna would be there, talking with his mom or one of his sisters, or he’d go to her place and they’d mess with her brothers, eventually retiring to her room for some time to themselves. One way or another, she’d was always a constant in his life. Then he moved to Melbourne, and he was alone, and nothing was familiar. It had taken time to become used to it, but he supposed that’s part of why he’d chosen to familiarize himself intimately with so many people in such a short space of time. At least that way he’d have somewhere to stay with a warm body next to him, even if it didn’t necessarily mean anything. There was a small comfort in an arm around him at the end of the day. Maybe he had been lonely, but he’d never admit it.

As he tried to straighten himself up again, he could feel the girl keeping him steady, the touch practically sending sparks through his body, even with how feather light they were. He didn’t realize how long it had been until he felt it again, not that he’d remember it tomorrow. Once he was leaning against the now slightly warm wall again he tried to listen, the woman’s voice muffled and jumbled in his intoxicated mind. It took a few moments, but eventually he was able to register what she was saying. “I didn’t realize the world meant that one city in a country half way across the world you knew I lived in, after you told me you didn’t want to come,” he murmured, his tone still pleasant even though the words weren’t. “I’m here to get fucked up, and as you can see I have been successful in that endeavor.” A snort left the tall man’s lips, followed by a laugh as he looked straight ahead, subconsciously avoiding eye contact with his ex. He was afraid if he actually looked at her then he’d realize that this was all real, and not some joke his brain was playing on him.

[siennaaltieri-blog]

Sienna didn’t really know how she was meant to be reacting right now. She was dimly aware that the slight sense of frustration that was bubbling beneath the general shock and confusion wasn’t fair—or at least, not if it was directed towards Gage. It wasn’t like she was actually frustrated at him, not exactly—it was more that she was frustrated at the situation, and perhaps the fact that he seemed to be doing just fine. Not that she wanted him to be doing badly, of course not, but part of her was miffed that he seemed to have made a life just fine without her. Well, fine. She could do the same. She could show him. He’s falling against a wall, Altieri, drunk and alone—he’s clearly taking real good care of himself, a voice in her head said dryly. She pushed that thought away. He was a grown-ass man who could choose to leave and move to an entirely new city—what was she meant to do, anyway? Call his mother? Hey, your fucking nerd asshole son isn’t taking care of himself, do you want to fly out here and whack his ass until he sees sense? Absolutely not. Sienna had never had a long-term relationship except for with Gage, and she had no idea of social etiquette in this situation, but she imagined still caring enough to have his mother on one of her speed dial numbers wasn’t exactly appropriate. She made note to rectify that.

It was hard to remind herself that she wasn’t still meant to care when she could feel Gage beneath her skin—had he always felt so warm, or was it only in contrast to the cold that the lack of him had brought? She didn’t know, and she didn’t particularly care to find out. The familiarity of it all was bad enough. When she’d let him go, it was easier to focus on his words, though she kind of wished she hadn’t. She glared up at him. “Yeah, well, it was clearly enticing enough for you, so I figured, why not see what all the fuss is about? We can call it the first stop on a world tour, if that makes you feel better,” she retorted, her tone as charming as her words were pointed. It was incredibly frustrating to run into him so early on in her Melbourne experience—she had wanted to see the city, make some of it her own first, and then if there was any contact, make it on her own terms. Or at least have some warning. She was very much aware of how new she was, and how much this city belonged to him, comparatively. She just kind of wished she had something in this whole damn place that belonged to her. Hell, knowing how this night had turned out, those girls that had brought her along were people he already knew better too. “Oh, yes,” Sienna said, and it came out as snarkily as she’d intended, except there was a slight trace of concern that she was immediately appalled by. “Successfully fucked up, well done. Want something to commemorate the achievement? I’m sure Leo would love to make a tee shirt saying that about you.”

[annaleises-blog]

Annaleise found herself lost in concentration as she tried to choose between two different drinks to order. The thing about these kind of events, was that there were either too many to choose from or not enough - in Annaleise’s case, she wanted to try every single thing. She felt a tap on her arm which broke her from her faze, instantly turning around to face the unknown girl, “It’s a slack way of saying toilet. That’s Aussie slang for you, I don’t even know what half of those things mean and I’ve lived here my whole life.”

[siennaaltieri-blog]

Sienna made a face at the revelation, though it eased into something relieved in a moment. It wasn’t so much that she had a deep-seated desire for knowledge—that would strike many who knew her as inaccurate—nor a general desire to understand the lives of most around her so much as that she disliked not knowing something that everyone else did, and the explanation eased her. “Oh,” she said, managing a laugh now that she was no longer in the boat of knowing less than everyone else. “Is there much... ‘Aussie slang’?” she asked dubiously. Sienna’s defaults were English—of the Columbus, Ohio Edition—and Italian, particularly insults. She wasn’t sure she had it in her to learn the bizarre verbal traditions of a place that used the word dunny—then again, not understanding anything was hardly appealing either. She decided that was something to tackle on a day when there was less free alcohol on offer. “Are any of these drinks specific to here too, or just general alcohol?” she asked as well, turning to survey the range thoughtfully.

[gagefiori]

It wasn’t that Gage didn’t recognize her, he’d recognize Sienna the second he stepped into a crowed room. It was that he was too drunk to register that it was actually her. Since coming to Australia he’d thought about her a lot, admittedly more in his first couple of months than he did now, but physically seeing her in person anytime soon was the last thing he thought would ever happen. As far as he knew, his drink had been spiked and a person hadn’t even bumped into him just now. He could just be speaking to the cool, night air, and making a dick of himself. Chuckling quietly, he looked ahead, taking another drag of his cigarette before looking down at his ex once more. “Oh you’re still here,” he mused a little too happily for the situation he was in. As the breeze moved around them he could smell alcohol and feint traces of her perfume, and it was getting a little harder to convince himself that this was all some cruel joke the alcohol was playing on him. “Alright, since were apparently doing this…” Gage trailed off, taking the last drag before dropping the butt to the ground, stepping on the end of his cigarette. “What are you doing here?” His voice was strained as he spoke, trying not to fall over as he bent down just a little to make sure the butt was completely put out, his balance kind of fucked at the moment.

[siennaaltieri-blog]

There were few things that had Sienna Altieri truly speechless. Apparently something that did the trick was the combination of alcohol and the shock to the system that was physical contact with Gage Fiori for the first time in—in a long time. She didn’t want to think about the actual length of time, because it wasn’t as if she’d been counting or anything, and—you’re running too far with this, Altieri. She really hadn’t been counting, though. Not days, anyway. It was just... hard not to notice time passing when there was a noticeable lack of something, especially if you’d never really cared enough about things before to notice them being gone. He was chuckling, though, and it was putting her bloodstream back into action. There was a waspish comment on the tip of her tongue at his words—yes, we’re not all wonderful at leaving—but she refrained for several reasons: one, there was a bizarre note of happiness in his tone that she didn’t want to take away; two, there was a reasonable voice in her head that was telling her it wouldn’t be fair, because it was her who hadn’t agreed to come with him, though Sienna admittedly didn’t tend to listen to the voice of reason when she was blindsided, annoyed or mid-reaction; three, and the factor that had actually been most pivotal, was that she was too proud to say such a thing.

Instead, she stared up at him, glancing over him furtively as if that would convince her he was real—or, perhaps ideally, not—whilst trying not to look like she was soaking him in or anything, because she absolutely was not. Well, not really. Maybe just a little. Brow furrowing slightly at his words—doing what?—Sienna’s hands shot out instinctively to steady him. “Two girls in a lift at my apartment brought me,” she answered without thinking, before realising that he probably meant here as in not home, as opposed to here as in this warehouse. She wondered whether not home was even accurate for him anymore—wondered where home was, exactly. “Decided to see the world,” she added on airily, as if that was all there was to it. It wasn’t that it was a lie so much as it was a partial truth. Figured out my world was pretty small when you left so I wanted to make it bigger and I wanted to see what Melbourne had that home didn’t and try not to read too much into the common factor, all right? Her hands were still out to help him balance. “Why are you here?” she asked abruptly, as if that would distract her from the fact that her hands had moved of their own accord to help him. She let them fall to her side, as if that could mean it had never happened. For someone who had been fairly cheerfully dependent on her family for most things her entire life, Sienna did not like the concept of being dependent on or having muscle memory regarding someone else. Someone whom she Absolutely Did Not Care About Like That anymore, anyway.

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“dunedin, you know? in new zealand!” but she couldn’t be sarcastic for long. after all, how rude, therefore within a few moments josie interrupted herself with; “kidding, kidding, he’s gone to the toilet.” and then, as if further explanation was required (even though it most likely wasn’t, but she had no idea about the drunken state of the girl) she added, “a dunny is a toilet.”

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Sienna actually didn’t know where Dunedin was either, and most of what she knew of New Zealand had been derived from planning the move to Melbourne—which had not been as lengthily prepared as most people’s would have been—so she scrunched up her nose in further confusion. She was tipsy and had fairly little knowledge about New Zealand, but she was pretty sure the bartender couldn’t just nip over to New Zealand. At the girl’s next words, her expression cleared. Had she been less tipsy, she would likely have been more miffed at the trickery, but alcohol generally made it easier to trust in others, or at least not react badly to the idea of being duped. Besides, she had a nice laugh. Sienna smiled warmly at the girl for a moment, before wrinkling her nose again. “Oh, ew,” she complained, though she found herself laughing as she did. Probably the alcohol. “Why a dunny?”

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Logan slightly jumped as the small girl shoved the drink toward him, managing to juggle it between his hands before successfully holding it upright and in one piece. First accomplishment of the night. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her tapping at her phone; what was she doing? He didn’t think that not talking would consider him boring enough to pull out a phone and talk to someone else, but as she showed him the screen, he felt that rush of relief. He grinned at her as he slowly shook his head, whipping out his own phone as he borrowed her clever idea.

hes a friend of a friend of a friend but the free alcohol brought me here  😁😁👍✌️

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A grin flashed across Sienna’s face as she spotted the second mojito safely held by the blonde. It wasn’t as if they couldn’t just get another one if it had dropped, free or not—she’d never lacked for money in her life—but it remaining upright meant there was more available to down, which she appreciated. Her grin came back in answer to his, and she leaned forward to peer at his screen. She looked up at him and opened her mouth in an ‘o’ to indicate comprehension, before tapping something out on her own screen. She bit her lip as she did so—not being well-versed in friends herself, she had no idea of the social etiquette for a situation such as this birthday bash. She very generally didn’t let it bother her much—consideration had never been something high on her priorities, simply because nobody had ever taught it to be, except for perhaps the Fiori family—but it struck even her as perhaps worth checking, especially if the birthday boy was putting this all on for so many people. Besides, she had no idea how people did it here in Australia.

        do you think most ppl know him or nah? ALSO did i need to bring a present???         + yes the free alcohol is yaaaaaas 🙌🙌 you can have the drink btw if you want

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"You’re go—the dunny?” Sienna repeated, absolutely confused. She turned to the person next to her at the bar, tapping them on the arm. “Do you know what a dunny is?” she asked, raising her voice to be heard, wrinkling her nose as she did. “The bartender just told me he was going there.” She shrugged helplessly at the other person.

[gagefiori]

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The inside of the warehouse was hot and with the amount of alcohol he’d consumed that night, Gage lowkey felt like he was going to pass out. That’s how he found himself shirtless, covered in UV body paint and outside in the cold, leaning against a wall with a cigarette pressed to his lips. How he’d managed to light it without somehow setting himself on fire is beyond him, but it probably had something to do with muscle memory since it was such a bad habit for him. He sighed out, his hot breath mingling with the smoke in the cool night air as he allowed his hot skin to relax against the cool brick. 

His brain concentrated on the solid thud, thud, vibration of the music behind him, and the last thing he expected was someone to walk into him as they rounded a corner. It was now he realized how much he must have had to drink, because the short woman that had collided with him looked suspiciously like his ex. “Sorry, I gotta… Watch where I’m going,” he murmured happily in a drunken slur as he brought his cigarette to his lips once again, even though he’d been completely still the entire time.

[siennaaltieri-blog]

Sienna was enjoying herself more than expected—these Australians could party, she admitted to herself grudgingly, though there were still far too many boys wearing singlets with what looked like bintang emblazoned across the front. What the fuck is that? It was getting incredibly hot in there, though, especially because of her height. She’d have had to stand on a table just to get some air, and as excellent as she was sure she would have been at table-dancing, she had elected to make her way outside, though not without grabbing something brightly coloured and hopefully very alcoholic on her way.

Embracing the fresh air—and the smell of something other than a shit-ton of dudes’ sweaty armpits, ugh—Sienna rounded the corner, eyes closed as she inhaled the freshness, only to collide into something very warm, hard and... sticky? Her eyes snapped open as she reflexively stepped back from the man, wiping the sweat and faint traces of paint off her fingers onto the wall beside her. “Sounds like a great id—” she said, intending to finish with idea but breaking off the moment she actually took him in. It had been her fault, of course, given that her eyes were closed, but that was hardly important to Sienna, and even less so now. She knew she had a lot of alcohol coursing through her system, but the man in front of her had felt very real on impact with her body, and her fingers still sported slight streaks of colour to confirm to her that yes, she probably hadn’t managed to hallucinate Gage Fiori standing in front of her. It was a very bizarre feeling—they were in the same city, she knew that, but she hadn’t expected to run into him, however literally, especially not so soon after moving. “What the fuck?” was her only response, before draining her ridiculously bright drink and tossing away the cup with a look of distaste. Too sweet. She glanced back up at Gage; everything was kind of hazy, and felt a bit far away because of the alcohol, but confusion was now bubbling with the annoyance and shock in her stomach—shock because what the fuck, what were the chances, and annoyance because she had never reacted well to being blindsided—because... did he not recognise her?

[logcns-blog]

Logan proceeded to shaking his head - the music was too loud for him to hear anything that the other was saying, provoking the blonde to point to his ear gesturing something along the lines of ‘I can’t hear you’. The corners of his mouth tugged up into a grin as he gave up trying to make any sort of communication, a laugh bursting from him which even he couldn’t hear.

[siennaaltieri-blog]

Sienna decided that, as introductions to a new city went, this wasn’t bad. It had been a bit of a whirlwind, being invited along to this party by two girls in an elevator, but she was enjoying herself. Well, she was enjoying the free alcohol and the pumpy music. Sporting two mojitos, she had been trying to ask the blonde if he knew the guy whose party it was, but it was insanely loud. He looked like he was laughing and she couldn’t even hear it. Her eyes lit up, an idea occurring to her. She shoved one of the drinks at him, assuming he’d take it—it probably wasn’t the first drink to hit the ground if not—and whipped out her phone, tapping at it speedily before showing him the screen.

        jw if u knew the person hosting this??? i got invited by 2 girls in the lift, they said         it was for everyone + free alcohol which is 👌👌

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