#90s.starter

[sicknickk]

status: open location: outside of three layers deep

nick was outside the shop on his lunch break when he decided it would be a good idea to smoke a joint. grabbing the one he had tucked behind his ear, he places it between his lips and fishes through his pockets for a lighter. upon finding his tye dye one, he attempts to create a flame once, twice, three times, and even a fourth, with no luck. "shit." he mutters to himself, knowing his lighter was out of fluid. maybe it was odd just approaching the nearest bystander, but he wanted to smoke. "hey," he starts, placing the joint between his fingers, "do you have a lighter?"

[sundazcd]

*  status  :  open  ! *  location  :  literally anywhere outside tbh <333

      looked  like  a  scene  out  of  a  shitty  heist  movie  …  sunday  sprawled  out  on  the  the  hood  of  a  stolen borrowed vehicle  she  could  barely  pronounce  let  alone  afford,  unbuttoned  white  dress  shirt  and  silk  vest  of  a  uniform  hanging  off  her  body  as  if  she’d  just  fast  and  furioused  her  way  out  of  some  car  chase.  elated  by  the  california  sun,  she  hadn’t  realized  her  thirty minute break  had  ended  well  …  sixty  minutes  ago;  didn’t  help  that  she’d  been  honed  in  on  the  exchange  unfolding  in  the  distance.  even  had  a  snack  to  mow  down  on  to  really  elevate  the  experience,  goo-filled  gusher  popping  under  a  ravenous  bite.  it  wasn’t  until  things  appeared  to  get  heated  had  she  summoned  the  nearest  spectator,  “  quick  —”  a  beat,  “  you think  they’re  gonna  start  throwing  punches  or  start  swapping  spit  ?  ”