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Tits, Clits & Bong Hits. Every time Stevie saw the name of the lounge, she couldn’t help but smirk a little. It was a childish thing and yet, everyone was allowed a bit now and then. Stevie more than others considering she made her money kicking teenage boy ass in a variety of video games. So she allowed herself a chuckle as she stepped through the threshold and into the main lobby. She needed it after the day she’d had. “Excuse me?” she called, seeing the main desk empty at the moment. Thumbs hooked into her blue jeans pockets, ignoring the red plaid material tied about her waist as she sauntered back toward the bar area. If it wasn’t here, she was fucked, but what were the chances someone would turn it in if it were? Slim.
“Hey, do you work here?” she called out to the first person she spotted, a hand withdrawing from her pocket to push her hair from her face, “I think I left my wallet here yesterday. Any chance anyone has seen it?” @realdylanadams
send me ☁ for a thought my muse has had about yours - ellie || @ellicfm
…I wonder where she found that band tee.
what kind of traits do you look for in a possible partner?
“Ah– I try to keep an open mind, but I’m drawn to girls who are easy going and have some a playfulness to them. I like the balance of someone bright, bubbly, and kind. I can be picky, but I do try to remember first impressions can be deceiving and surprises can be pleasant,”
What’s wrong but sounds right?
“Genji mains have skills,”
Stevie’s foot tapped on the pavement as she sat on the back stoop of the Cage Theater. The sun had set hours ago and she’d watch the last of the stage crew leave about thirty minutes prior. She’d waited about twenty-nine of those, perched on a brick wall within the alley before venturing over to her current spot. It wasn’t usual she met Ian in these sorts of places, so she wanted to be sure it was empty. Call it dumb, but on occasion she liked to switch it up. It gave her sketchbook, which she was currently busying herself with, more variety. A variety she was in desperate need of as of late. Her gaming habits were growing stale despite her steady subscription numbers and the sudden appearance of Ryleigh had...stirred up the kind of feelings that made you need a smoke or a few grams of Molly to take the edge off.
She didn’t bother to take into account whether he was late or not. Constantly checking her phone would be pointless, he’d show when he showed. Till then she was content to sit, listening to the quiet sounds only a late sunday night could provide. The lead of her pencil left soft lines it its wake as she shifted the moleskin propped on her denim clad thighs and drew the contours of the back buildings. It wasn’t until she heard the heavy sound of footsteps, that she hummed softly, her eyes not leaving the silhouettes in front of her, “Long time no see,” she said, flipping her pencil around to use the eraser before whiskey colored eyes flicked up to meet him. “What’s new in the world of my favorite E-Dealer?” @yourdeviousdealer
“So, how exactly does it work?”
Stevie mused aloud as she hoisted herself onto the counter, her eyes following her friend as she bustled about the kitchen. It was almost eerie how much it reminded her of the days she’d spent lazing as Ryleigh darted around like a little pixie covered in flour, icing and only god knew what else. Watching Sadie was like...watching a older version, one she didn’t at all mind. Mostly. The comparison itself made her feel a bit odd, so she pushed it away and instead focused on whatever Sadie was mixing up. This wasn’t the first time she’d been over to the baker’s apartment. She enjoyed Sadie’s bright personality and her life...it was incredibly intriguing. She’d heard of poly amorous relationships, but had dismissed the idea of them being something that actually worked. That is until she bumped into Sadie and could see one up close and personal. Up until now she’d kept her mouth closed, not asking questions that she didn’t want the answers to just yet. Curiosity had finally gotten the best of her, though. “Do you both have specific rules for who you can and cannot invite in?” she asked, scooting slightly into the warm light pouring in through the kitchen window as her black boots swayed in the air. “Or is it more a play by ear type of thing?” @sadieremington
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“Your daughter calls me daddy too”
ryleighmeadows:
There weren’t many nicknames Ryleigh really had. Ry or Leigh, but those were pretty much given nicknames. A true, honest to goodness nickname was hard to come by for her, but Stevie had managed it. Between stolen laughs and whispered secrets, Stevie touched a piece of Ryleigh’s heart she’d never given away to anyone else. In another life, she might’ve even fallen for Stevie in the same capacity her once upon a time friend had fallen for her. In another life, Stevie never moved back to Florida and Ryleigh never met her ex. In another life, maybe there was so much light in her life, Ryleigh would be at a loss over what to do with herself. There’s no telling what could’ve happened, because this is her life, choices were made, and now, here they are again, swirling around one another like never ending supernovas.
Her gaze is drawn upwards when Stevie calls her name. She doesn’t take a seat on the couch beside her, but rather chooses to remain standing, hovering near the couch. Stevie being Stevie? No. Never. Ryleigh would never want Stevie to stop being Steive. That’s— Her mouth falls open to answer her, to tell her she’s okay. She wants to tell her she’s fine, that she has a job now, working at the bakery. She wants to tell her she’s perfect, that this is exactly what she needs. She wants to tell her every minuscule detail of her life since they’ve parted. All to leave her parted lips is a choked sound, a swell of glassy tears forming behind her eyes. No. Ryleigh told herself she wasn’t going to do this. Not in front of Stevie. It seemed, though, all it took was for one person to notice, one person who used to know her, to realize nothing was the same. She could hide from just about everyone; paste on her pretty smiles and embrace her warm heart because she genuinely cares about others, which is easier than caring about herself, but of course Stevie would never see through it. Of course she wouldn’t. Instead of answering, Ryleigh shakes her head, features crumbling from the depth of her heartache despite every nerve in her body telling her to get out. To leave before Stevie can dig any deeper.
Silence has never been something that’s bothered Stevie. She and her brother-- dad, thrived in it. The time she and Ryleigh spent together in New York was a mixture full of laughter and soft silence, but this one wrapped around her like a choke collar. The longer she stood in front of her, the harder it was becoming to breathe and she felt an unfamiliar swirl in her gut. It wasn’t butterflies, more like she had swallowed a nightcrawler. Ryleigh, say something. Please, the thought ran through her head and almost immediately Ryleigh offered her a response. A heart wrenching sound and tears that have Stevie’s lips pressing thin as she drops to the couch next to her.
“We don’t have to talk about it--” she whispered, her arms moving to wrap around the blonde, no longer worried about over stepping bounds as she pulled the woman gently against her. She’d say she was sorry for bringing it up, but she wasn’t. Whatever it was, it was obviously something Ryleigh had been holding in and for a reaction like that, she knew it was about more than just her. At least, she hoped that was the case. Stevie squeezes her, her cheek pressing against her blonde tresses as her heart ache’s for the bubbly girl she once knew. Something’s changed...something’s broken and it makes Stevie can feel herself cracking too. “It’s...ok not to be ok...,” she whispers again, her voice steady despite the gloss forming in her eyes. “I have you,”
ryleighmeadows:
“Evolved, you?” Ryleigh teases gently, because she distinctly remembers Stevie being an advocate for anything other than coffee. When that sweet nickname rolls of Stevie’s tongue, however, the blonde is swept away to another time, another place. “Nobody’s called me that since you left.” Tink. It was theirs, nobody else’s, and only because the first night she’d met Stevie, there’d been a showing of Peter Pan at one of the old drive in theater’s in New York. Ryleigh had gone by herself because she loved Disney movies and wanted to do something for herself, to celebrate. By happenstance, she’d met Stevie and they’d ended up watching the movie together, but not without Stevie dubbing her with a nickname by the end of it. If she’d gone as Tinkerbell for Halloween that year to a party Stevie invited her to, it was their memory and one she’d never shared with anyone. “Thanks… if I need a space, I’ll let you know.”
She doesn’t think she will make that leap, however, because they’re different people now. Two years is a long time to be without someone you spent almost every waking moment with for six months, only to have your world shift so suddenly. Sharing a space with her after so much time… Ryleigh isn’t sure whether it would be good for her or hinder her, being swept up in memories of another time, of who she’d once been. Kind and caring, but less apprehensive, more… free. Hearing Stevie talk about the small figurine as if it was something so precious, Ryleigh turns away from it, unable to look upon it any longer. A warm flush colors her cheeks, arms tucking across her chest as she slowly shuffles toward the couch. “Hazlenut is fine,” she answers, watching Stevie from where she’d taken a seat on the couch.
“Good. I like knowing I’m the only one who gets to use it,” she replies, sticking out her tongue as if it made her any less serious. Truth was, there was very little of Ryleigh she liked sharing. Call it silly or possessive, but Ryleigh was one of the few people in New York or anywhere for that matter, she felt-- connected to. She had Jason, once upon a time, but that was strained. She had friends around the world, ones she cared deeply for, but none that she could reach out and touch. Video chats were more common now, but they weren’t the same as watching someone in real time, the light in their eyes as they talked about something they love. Or see the nuisances in their smiles and the differences between which is real and which is forced or sad or some combination of the two.
It’s something she sees now as she glances through to the living room. Ryleigh, the bright eyed, bubbly woman she used to know, was different. She couldn’t put her finger on it and though she knows she shouldn’t press, she can’t help making her way into the living room after popping in the hazlenut cup. “Ryleigh,” she says, stopping in front of her just shy of the couch. She doesn’t sit, but brushes her hair from her face, chewing the inside of her lip lightly “Listen, are you ok?” she paused, ”I know it’s been a while but...something just seems off with you. If it’s me, being too-- me, that’s fine. I can tone it down, but I won’t know unless you tell me,”
are you a night or day type of person?
“I am night owl. There’s just something about being awake when the rest of the world is sleeping that’s peaceful. Here in Dayton, it’s a bit different, but it’s always interesting,”
@ryleighmeadows