sienna kinney.

my heart's here upon my sleeve, if there's one thing i don't believe in it's you, dear god.

[siennakinney]

detler, jack.

         ‘   so it takes a bit more to impress you, i can appreciate that .  ’ his teeth bare down against his lower lip , brows pulling together as he brainstorms a foolproof way to sweep her off her feet . that always seems to be the problem , whisked into fantasies where he’s something more than he is , forgetting that he’s in no position to be proposing grandiose escapades on a just above minimum wage job with a barely dented mortgage . ‘   just wait , one more drink and i’ll be promising you vacation’s to costa rica , and you will be thoroughly impressed .   ’ he assures  , raising his glass with a half-assed cheers and taking another sip , a stare mirrored , the liquor coursing through him lets his gaze linger with little remorse . enamoured even when she looks away , he’s gotta cool it with the drinks , a fifth and he’ll just get sloppy . he clears his throat, intent punctuating his expression with a mock seriousness . ‘   well then , i must ask , what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this ?   ’

Sienna follows suit in taking another sip, after glasses move forwards as if they’re about to clink but not quite making it there. Half-assed indeed. “ First of all, ” She says, and the bourbon isn’t burning her throat anymore, which is a bad sign. Nevertheless — another sip, and she smiles at him again, all liquor-infused charm and airs of flirtation, like blinkers on a car she can’t turn off. FLASHING: Give me attention, give me attention! “ I’ll need three more drinks, and I’d prefer the Bahamas. Secondly, ” Fingers tap against the bartop, a quiet, muted drumming, half silenced by the distraction of the conversation and the moisture of drink condensation seeping into dark wood. She leans in closer now, as if she’s about to reveal a secret, cheeky grin still plastered over cheeks tinted vaguely rosy from the warmth of the booze filling her stomach. She isn’t even near drunk, but the night is FULL of possibility. Voice is lowered — “ I’m not very nice. ” She moves backwards again, leaning away from him, though their barstools are still in tandem. “ ‘s it my turn to ask a question? ”

[siennakinney]

detler, jack.

      his cheeks flush cherry red , but he wears embarrassment like a favourite pair of sunglasses , snug and well-fitting . come to think of it , bill hicks sounds like a name for a comedian , which leads him to make the arbitrary assumption that comedians must be some of the smartest people alive . she scoots closer , close enough that his almost tipped over the edge stance has to be recoiled ; upright and no longer making the hunchback proud . a glass with amber dregs sees flitting eyes and an uncanny mix between a smirk and a smile ( he never got the former down pat ), before his attentions return to her . ‘   rum ? no , whiskey .   ’ searching her features for hints , he’s a detective without a monocle or moustache , even if the latter’s not for a lack of trying . an aimless guess takes flight , grounded by a confidence he’s always kept close , though maybe it’s more akin to a pest than a badge of honour . ‘   yeah, whiskey. bourbon to be exact .   ’ it’s an order as well as a guess , befallen to the ears of a bartender that’s been drifting within their vicinity, hapless and in dire need of something to do . ‘   was i right ? that’s a precursor to the real question .   ’

She’s moderately impressed with the quick pace in which he pin-points her poison of choice, though color and stylization of the glass it sat in could have been a MAJOR indicator — the corner of her mouth still quirks up. “ You were, but ... I think you’re playing with a bit of an advantage. ” She picks up empty glass, shaking it slightly as tiny amber droplets swish from side to side, too small to drink but enough to create liquid streaks on the side of the glass. “ So I might still be one up on the WISDOM here. Unless, ” She pauses, and looks at him as if she’s studying him carefully, though she’s already taken in all she thinks she needs to know: tall and blonde and the painfully average sort of pretty that doesn’t catch your attention until you really stare. With eyes fixated on him — she does notice, but attention is drifted elsewhere as second round is placed down onto the thick oak of the bartop. “ You want a little back and forth with sharing our knowledge. You ask me ... I ask you. Keeps it fair. ”

[siennakinney]

detler, jack.

         he swivels around on the barstool , with the obnoxious sort of pizzazz reserved for talk show hosts and charismatic start-up young millionaires . feet fled from the floor and the heels of his blundstone’s locked against the metal rods of the stool , he leans forward with climbing intrigue . ‘   who’s bill hicks ?   ’ he asks , his gaze traversing over her features , and he takes her in with a reckless ( and albeit , shameless ) abandon . a weak spot for girls , every single one of them , rendering him doe-eyed and useless . ‘   was he a philosopher ? it sounds awfully smart . you seem awfully smart .   ’ he’s never been able to bite his tongue , no sentence is ever left without footnotes and edits , sentiments rough drafts littered with red pen . eyes narrow , he thinks on what she says , so poetically executed and he’s just drunk enough to believe it’s a hair away from revolutionary . ‘   wow, that’s …   ’ nodding slowly , his thoughts don’t reach his lips before he’s caught on her , lips tugged and cheeks as plump as a cherub’s. he titters forward , a fight against gravity , test fate any more and he’ll be on the floor . gosh , she’s pretty . ‘   do you have answers like that for everything ? because i’ve been dying to know the meaning of life .    ’ viridescent hues gleam under fluorescents , mischief heavy under lids and a challenge up rolled sleeves of a baby blue button down . 

PREFERABLY — Sienna would be sitting in the bar alone, with no one there to bother her. She wasn’t antisocial per se, but the descriptor of social butterfly didn’t seem to apply to her. She liked to be alone, caught up in whatever storm of her own thoughts that was brewing at that particular moment. But one thing she enjoyed more than solitude was compliments. Unlike most people in the town, Sienna prided herself on oozing confidence rather than wallowing in self-hatred. Hearing it from other people was just a BONUS. “ He was a comedian, ” She says, eyes flickering from the empty barstools in between them. She hops down off her own, and keeps talking as she slides up next to him. “ Which is basically philosophy wrapped up in something more digestible. ” She thinks for a beat, soaking in the idea of being some kind of ORACLE, ready to reveal all to whoever managed to hang on to each word. IN THIS CASE: a tipsy bar patron with eyes as wide as saucers and a stupid grin on his face. She’d take it. “ You’ll have to see what answers I’m interested in giving. Go ahead, ” Another sip of bourbon. “ Ask me anything, pay me in another drink. You know, to keep my mind going. ” A grin punctuates her sentence, and glass previously being nursed is drained. 

[siennakinney]

detler, jack.

@chasedfire​ !

        even the spontaneous trips to the bar have started to root itself in monotony. he’s dreadfully familiar with the feeling that lulls in his stomach, an absence he can’t ignore that leads him leaning against the bar top, voraciously eyeing the bottles that line the shelf. though, on a sleepy thursday evening, company’s slim pickings, but three drinks inspires an utter adoration with the bartender on shift. ‘   bartenders and baristas are two sides of the same coin. night and day.   ’  an untapped spark plug, he buzzes on cheap liquor that’s barely grounded by the inconsistent tapping of his foot against the floor littered by peanut shells. ‘   you can’t have one without the other.   ’ he asserts, but whatever validation he had hoped to glean from the friendly bartender was now being redirected to a customer who had slipped in a couple stools over. immediately, gleeful interest is set alight, dimples deep set as he calls over, ‘   would you rather live without alcohol or coffee ? choose wisely.   ’

Exhaustion was evident in the bar, settled into crevices of worn wood and caught between pieces of bubblegum stuck to the bottom of the bartop — more elementary school cafeteria than fine dining establishment. Words were mumbled over melodies muted from the tinny quality of a shitty speaker offering inoffensive rock music to the bar, makeshift stage of the LIVE MUSIC! advertisement plastered on the front door long abandoned. Bourbon is settled as her drink of choice for the night, amber colored liquid shifting from side to side as she turns the glass. It coats her throat in a sweet, burning flavor, and she can already invision another and another and another until she’s sober enough to walk home but drunk enough to fall asleep when head hits the pillow. Thoughts are, however, interrupted by a rather vivacious patron, talked animatedly and grinning ear to ear. It’s a Thursday, she thinks, no one should be that happy on a Thursday. But words catch her ears, and she has to think for a moment. “ BILL HICKS. He ... he said that we only tolerate two drugs socially, ” Fingers are fanned outward for emphasis, tapping each one with alternate hand as she counts, beginning to paraphrase. “ Caffeine from Monday to Friday to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to make you forget the ‘ prison you’re living in. ’ ” DARK, maybe, but she’d always liked it. “ You aren’t asking me to make the choice between lattes and vodka, it’s ... fucking miserable enlightenment or ignorant bliss. ” EXCESSIVE, maybe, but the point on darkness stands just as true. She drinks then, glass pressed to lips, grateful she doesn’t really have to make the choice. 

[anissa-grace]

[fyjennalouisecoleman]

[bob-belcher]

If any of you cross me, I’m gonna kick the testicles clean off your body! Clean off! You’ll look like Ken dolls down there. Because that’s where I’m at right now.

[nicholasbritel]

[pendovah]

[2/10] sisters: Gertrude Yorkes & Molly Hernandez

We’re sisters forever, and nothing’s ever gonna change that.

[thecrygifs]

[tarmairons]

Better they ask you than me.

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Booksmart (2019) Directed by Olivia Wilde

[javierbardem]

[bob-belcher]

[siennakinney]

kinney, sawyer.

     THUNDER  breaks out above, but the story told gets her attention, undivided and far from muddled by weather predictions.  “  yeah, ‘cos strawberry shortcake’s awesome.  ”  sawyer begins, despite an unsureness of when she last had cake, let alone of that particular flavor.  “ and now you’ve taken over! doing a splendid job, by the way.  ”  she grins back at her sister, satisfied with a childish quip made. but its a mood that’s hard to maintain, given the circumstance, and a smile falters with immediacy. for the nostalgia sweeps over her like a warm blanket  –  offering another layer of  PROTECTION  from the storm brewing, tucking her in with stories of a childhood almost forgotten. she remembers, of course, a lot of it. but not ENOUGH. it’d never be enough. the re - tellings, the home videos, and the family album… it would never fully substitute for the real thing. it could get close, though, and sawyer wanted to get closer.  “  – … tell me more. about, like  –  before here.  ”

Tell her more. There are hundreds of stories that are applicable to the request, of trips to the zoo and the movie theatre, of family game night and Sunday mornings at church with scratchy collared dresses Sienna was forced into but Sawyer loved to wear. That was who they were, really, if you were to place their relationship under a microscope and cut it open to look what was underneath. Sienna was a challenger — difficult and brash and overconfident. You have such charming daughters, the Kinneys would be told by family friends. Sienna was in the way of cheeky smiles and sarcastic quips, and how she lead conversations with a firm handshake by the time she was eleven. Sawyer was the perfect angel, bright and bubbly and always ready to entertain and please. Steven had always been shier than his sisters, and even in an age advanced from her youngest sister’s, there had always been that twinge of jealousy. Sienna liked being the center of attention. She just wasn’t sure if that jealousy flowed both ways — the younger half of them wasn’t the type to show it; not like she was. “ Well ... you were like ... six years old, I think. And — and Mom and Dad had saved up and they were finally gonna take us to Disney World. I was ... thirteen, so I thought I was super cool. So ... when we were all supposed to stay together, I considered myself mature enough to walk off. And there was ... this whole dramatic thing with the staff and mom and dad trying to locate me. And mom and dad were so pissed that I ran away, and Steven was pissed that I ruined vacation. ” She looks at Sawyer now, through a softer lense. “ But you just hugged my leg, and you said ‘I thought you weren’t coming back.’ And then we went on the teacups, like, six times while dad and Steve got to ride the roller coasters. I guess it was supposed to be like ... a punishment, but you can’t really punish a kid at the happiest place on Earth. So we were laughing and spinning and ... I pretended to be miserable when we got off the ride. Because I guess I thought I was supposed to be. ”  She finished, quietly, and isn’t sure what else there is to say. “ But ... it was the only time I had fun that whole fucking vacation.  Cause ... I let myself. ” A beat. “ You were always like that. To me and Steven. Bringing out the better parts. We weren’t ... as good as a family until you. That’s what dad said. ”

[siennakinney]

❖ would you rather sawyer became the infamous Forever Alone meme, or that she married bucket and had 4 kids with him

Bucket’s a RIOT, but ... I don’t think he’d make a very good dad. Kinda too into the whole sex, drugs and rock & roll shit. I’d bet anything he has that on a novelty-tee shirt. But ... Sawyer loves love. Like, weird amounts. I would never want her to be alone. So ... she better get popping them out, as long as she doesn’t expect AUNTIE SIENNA to babysit. 

[siennakinney]

❖ sienna are you a lesbian? be honest

I wish. I actually consider being attracted to men my SOLE karmatic negative. If sucking dick keeps me out of NIRVANA, I’m gonna be fucking pissed.