Spinner Reyes

[spinnerreyes]

ozzyokala​:

🌪

Not even his bad mood can stop the playful roll of his eyes at Spinner’s comments, a light scoff leaving his lips before he’s silencing it with the joint. He doesn’t hesitate in fishing the lighter out of Spinner’s pocket and burning it against the end, exhaling his words and the smoke all at the same time. “He fuckin’ left, transferred schools or something- I don’t know. But he’s gone.” He shrugs a lot more casually than he feels, taking another long drag before passing the joint back over to Spinner. “Whatever, his loss. You can leave his kneecaps intact, but I appreciate the offer. I just wanna have fun today, figured you’d know a thing or two about that.” 

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Spinner’s eyebrows raised in a far too overdramatized way at the sight of Ozzy taking a hold of the joint. And he wasn’t even entirely sure why. He had just asked for it. But Spinner swore he had the slightest memory of him telling him he didn’t mess around with shit like this anymore. But at least Spinner was someone he could be trusted with if he was gonna fuck around at all. Spinner was almost 90% certain his weed wasn’t cut with some crazy shit like Third Eye. Almost. “Left? Like peaced out. Damn who knew being team captain was so important to him. Some people man. They’ll do some dumb shit when they don’t get there way. Can you imagine if I up and peaced out every time Mystic Blueberry got picked up for a show over me? My ass would never see the light of day. This town has no taste.” He scoffed as he took the joint back and took his own, good long pull from it. “His loss for sure. We can definitely do something fun. I was actually just thinking of going and deflating the balls just to watch Harovergrown toss around a flaccid beach ball. Then dump some LSD in the Stompers water. Figured it’d make tonight a little more fun.” 

[spinnerreyes]

emirerdogan​:

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Yes. It certainly made sense that sales had gone up amongst the enthused crowd of young adults, some of whom could still easily claim the title of ‘teenager.’ This would not affect most of them in the long-run, and one could not afford to lean on a conscience – such had no bearing within the confines of the lives they were meant to lead. Even if his Father had chosen this. Even if his Father had had a choice between being an honest man or causing great harm to kids ~I believe the children are our future~. But he had taken poison with little elixir and he had spread it. “I will communicate that,” he confirmed with a nod. “What will you need soonest? I assume various uppers and, from the smell of it all, weed?”

💊

It wasn’t any marvel that to Spinner, selling drugs was like a game. An adrenaline filled shit show to see how far he could go. How much chaos he could spread in one night. He lived off describing different highs to unsuspecting college students. Glamorized his products like he was a god damn add on mid day television. So it was with great strength that he was even able to sit still to have this conversation with Emir. Yet another individual that spiked his adrenaline. Someone so close to the big dogs and all they had to offer.  “Yeah! Fuck yeah you will. You know what I’m talking about.” He teased excitedly, rubbing his hands together as he thought over his options. “Yeah definitely need some ups. Some pre-packed 8′s. I’m betting I could push a good amount of E tonight. I definitely need a good amount of E. But let’s fuck around and toss some special K and see if we can’t knock the Stompers on their ass tonight?” 

[spinnerreyes]

who: @emirerdogan​  what: Just spinner fuckin around

Spinner watched as his latest sale walked off. The cheesy grin wide on his features as he pulled out a lighter to light the cigarette that hang loosely from his lips just before starting to count the money he’d earned for himself that night. It hadn’t been slow that was for damn sure. “God damn, it’s a good day for a football game!” He shouted, giggling to himself much like a child would when he glanced across the path to find none other than Emir staring back at him. “Yo Erdogan!” He shouted as he took a drag from his cigarette, and proceeded to run across the street. “Homecoming is fucking hot tonight baby. It’s like all the students are cats in heat looking for a fix! I’m gonna need you to let your pops know I’m ready for a re-up real soon.”

[spinnerreyes]

take down the candy girl or take down parker

"I'm not convinced at this point that they're not the same person. Who else would do what Parker did to my sweet boy Ozzy."

[spinnerreyes]

big foot or the loch ness monster

"You know I gotta give it to my girl nessie. Believe bitches!"

[spinnerreyes]

restaurant or picnic

"Ooooo a lil picnic sounds nice."

[spinnerreyes]

would u rather be a part of the gang or part of mystic cherry?

"I'd rather swap spit with Candy than be part of Mystic Cherry. Southside for LIFE!"

[spinnerreyes]

would you rather have 2 tongues or 4 ears

"2 tongues BABY! Can you IMAGINE? For purely scientific reasons."

[spinnerreyes]

take down mystic cherry or take down the candy girl?

"Um MYSTIC CHERRY! DUH! Mac things he’s so good just because he has a little band and a little notoriety. But it’s going to take a lot more than that to be the first big band to make it out of Cherry."

@romxnticss​

[spinnerreyes]

ozzy or your ex?

"Ozzy is my BOY! That's not even a challenge."

@ozzyokala​

[spinnerreyes]

fingers for toes or toes for fingers

"Fingers for toes fo SHOOOO! I could grab so many things with my feet!"

[spinnerreyes]

ozzyokala​:

🌪

Moody. It was the word that best encapsulated the way Ozzy was feeling, moving through the too-bright sun at the homecoming potluck for some godforsaken reason. He’d only planned to go for Parker and well… “I’m not his anything anymore.” So Parker had left, it wasn’t like they’d ever pledged their eternal love to each other or whatever. But still, it hurt. It was the first time he’d opened his heart up since Dallas, and once again he’d been left. He should have expected it, especially from someone he was never able to be himself around anyway. Good riddance, right? Even if it didn’t feel that way. So not even Spinner crashing into him brings a smile to his lips, though it doesn’t stop Ozzy from catching him, “My day has sucked, but I’m glad you’re in a good mood. Got anything that’ll help get me there?” 

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Spinner’s smile dipped just a little when Ozzy corrected him. His euphoria wavering as his eyes scanned the crowd for said runner up captain. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, un-amusement settling over him as he crossed his arms as though to change his demeanor to match that of the protective friend. “Do we need to shake this kid up? Can’t just all of a sudden get busy and drop my boy like that. Does he think this shits a game??” Spinner mused loudly, the frustration free flowing through him as he kept an arm wrapped around Ozzy’s shoulder. “When you say got anything do you mean like the good good? Or like the good warm and fuzzy speech about how I’ll wreck that fool Parker’s kneecaps next time I see him? I can provide both. Actually just rolled this.” He added as he pulled his joint out from behind his ear. “It’s got that south side charm for sure.” 

[astoldbyteller]

THIS OR THAT?

Hi, Fighting Cherries! It’s been a hot second, and I know you’re all being busy little bees at Homecoming tonight… but I figured we could play a little game to catch up! Welcome to THIS or THAT!  

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[spinnerreyes]

who: @ozzyokala​ what: doing him JOB 

To say that Spinner had successfully infiltrated the CCU campus would be an understatement. He had a dorm room. He was a member of a fraternity lead by none other than big man on campus himself. And he was doing his part to stay out of the public eye. He hadn’t even tried to president of the band club, although it pained him, but for once, the less recognition the better. The easier it made for him to sell and boy oh boy was he selling big. And events like this? Practically a gold mine. Spinner had safely earned a little over $200 in the short time he’d been there and was just in the process of rolling himself a celebratory joint when he glanced up to find none other than Ozzy Okala himself walking towards him. “There he is! The main squeeze of the runner up to college football captain Parker Purple.” He teased as he tucked the joint behind his ear and did a running motion as he jumped into his friends arms. “I hope today has been nearly as successful for you as it has for me.” He said excitedly, skipping out slightly on the mild disappointment he’d felt from not having run into Cris just yet. 

[spinnerreyes]

ozzyokala​:

🌪

There’s a matter of seconds between Spinner joining Ozzy on the floor and Ozzy’s head landing in Spinner’s lap, closing his eyes while he throws the names around in his head and tries to think of their connection. After a few moments it clicks, and a burst of laughter erupts from his chest. “You’re twisted, dude,” he says, opening one eye to look up at his friend, “I mean, obviously I’m fond of the first two, there’s some great memories attached. I’d say Star Factory is the clear winner for me, all things considered.” When his laughter dies down, he lets his eyes slide closed again, a smug grin on his lips, “You miss me yet?” 

💊

Spinner waited not so patiently as Ozzy laid his head down in his lap. His temptation to run his fingers over his fuzzy pink hair more overwhelming than Spinner could have been prepared for. So he did it anyways. His fingers padding over the other boys head, partially like he might have pet a puppy. “Those options somehow just sounded better than In the teachers lounge or The Pit’s Third Bathroom Stall.” He added as a matter-o-fact as he started to kick his feet from side to side. “I had a feeling you were gonna like that one. Only one of the best places in Cherry if you ask me.” Spinner mused, as he closed his eyes and recalled his many happy memories at the run down little farm house. At Ozzy’s ask, Spinner was brought out of his blissful memories and dropped back into his current, not so ideal predicament. “Pffffttttt!” He made the sound more with his tongue than intended but that was fine. “No. Course not. You know me. I be out here catching grenades for my new prospects. Being a real homie for the homies in need.” 

[spinnerreyes]

cristianova​:

👨🏽‍🎨

Was Cristiano doing well since the Lakehouse? Not particularly. The same anxiety he’d been feeling leading up to the trip had returned. Candy Girl was dropping bombs left and right…which was bad…but also weirdly refreshing for Cris? The whole think was both stressful and confusing. School would fix everything. That’s what Cris had to tell himself. He had the safety net of his esteemed professors now, one of which was his own mother. Who knew having your business burnt to a crisp could fuel a career pivot? He could throw himself into his studies like he always did. He could throw himself into Spinner! Wait…what? 

Cris couldn’t help but do a double take when he heard the familiar voice of Spinner Reyes. He paced toward him with a squint. “I’m sorry…isn’t this an event for C.C.U. students?” He questioned gleefully. He gave an eyebrow raise to his coworker pouring drinks, and sure as day…Cris had a matching shot in moments. Before he could toast, he made the realization. “Wait a second…are you enrolled this semester? Or is this the moment when you tell me you’re majoring in getting laid?” He asked, excitement dancing across his eyes. Hopefully this was one of Spinner’s ill-timed jokes. Cris didn’t think he’d be able to focus with his southside infatuation stomping around campus. 

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Spinner would have been lying if he said he wasn’t the slightest bit gleeful to see Cris again. Especially given the way their last run in had gone, and considering the fact that his fuck buddy was newly otherwise occupied. Which was something he wasn’t letting himself think about anyways, because wasn’t that what college was for anyways? Dorm room hook ups, parties, drugs, giving handies in the back of class, and most importantly for him, spending additional time with one Cristiano Van Allen. “Oh shit this isn’t where I pick up my books?” He asked, pointing to the shot glass in his hand in mock confusion. “I personally think more libraries should serve booze. It’d make them so much more appealing.” He mused, waiting still for the other boy to toast him back. He really thought he was about to when all of a sudden another question regarding his attendance came up. 

The grin on his face widening as he shook his head. “Well I mean, if that is a major option, sign me the fuck up. I think I’m currently undeclared. But alas as you see before you I am in fact signed up for CCU this term. They got me taken classes and shit. Maybe if you’re lucky we’ll have something together and you can help me study. Lord knows I’mma need it.” He announced as he lifted his glass again and knocked back his shot. 

[spinnerreyes]

ozzyokala​:

🌪

There wasn’t a single musical bone in Ozzy’s body and he’d been told more than once that his tape collection was pathetic, but hey- he’d do what he could to help his friend out. Even if he had no idea what he was going on about half the time. Maybe they should have taken their free time opportunity for Ozzy to show Spinner around the campus or whatever, but he much preferred this to giving a grand tour. Especially when he still barely felt like he belonged anywhere close to the school. “This all sounds like a lot of pressure, but I think I can handle it. Hit me.” 

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If he was being honest, Spinner hadn’t given much though to the upcoming semester. He knew he’d been signed up for classes and even been put into the dorms by the Big Dogs, but other than that if he thought about it too much he started to stress and stress was not something that interested him. It resulted in a major buzz kill. So his guitar had his full attention as he thought about the series of names he’d written down on a small pad of paper that he’d obtained during his “back to school shopping.” “Oh dude don’t even worry. No pressure at all. Just the name billions of people are gonna be screaming when I make it huge you know?” He teased, winking in his friends direction and he sat down his guitar and moved to the floor to lay out his options. “Alright option one! We got Under The Bleachers. Option two! We got Star Factory. Option three! Eleanor’s Manor.” Spinner said seriously as he laid the three out in front of his friend. “Bet you can’t guess what they all have in common.”