#aleva

[vanill-tea]

Sujamma Sundas:

tagged by @theoneandonlysemla twice now! So I'll just do both in this post at once! I think the two prompts were spotify playlist and OC facts so I’ll list them in that order

tagging: @lady-iizsil, @takatuo

Spotify:

Doing a Spotify playlist for Morwen is honestly really hard (especially bc I don't use spotify) but if Morwen lived in modern times I am pretty sure she'd be a fan of like old 70's and 80's music she listened to as a kid with her dad or really hardcore mainstream pop music:

OC Headcanons:

Since Morwen headcanons will be done shortly in another post I thought I would do two other OCs here that I usually keep in my basement and rarely talk about:

Corestir:

An Altmer male who is maybe like 200-300 years old (so deffo alive during the Oblivion crisis)

Lives in Alinor (in E4)

Was born into a lower noble house in Russafeld and therefore *really* into wine

Has to walk with a cane because he got badly wounded during an attack a few years back that left him badly wounded with a lot of nasty scars (You survive the Oblivion Crisis only to suddenly be stabbed in the middle of the night, typical)

Is married and very fond of his wife

Aleva Octavius:

Imperial woman in her late sixties (but she's still going very strong, probably has some Breton or elf in her blood-line)

A retired Blade in hiding after a failed mission during the late stages of the Great War

Lives in a small village with her husband and daughter

Although she escaped the war unscathed, and had to flee to keep her daughter safe, she still feels immense guilt and fear. She tries desperately to fit in with the other villagers and her mental issues are actually weighing heavily on her family

Strict Talos worshipper

[watching2023]

アレバ（Aleva）オンライン英会話は10分から！口コミでも評判？

アレバ（Aleva）は定額料金で1回10分からマンツーマンレッスンが受けられるオンライン英会話です。アレバ（Aleva）は、各種教材を24時間いつでも受講できます。アレバ（Aleva）は口コミでの評判もよく、利用者から高く評価されています。

[interestwatch]

オンライン英会話「Aleva」（アレバ）は動画教材とAIレッスンも提供！

教育開発出版（株）・（株）ライトエデュケーションが運営する「Aleva」（アレバ）は、初心者からでも利用できるオンライン英会話です。1回のレッスン時間は10分・25分とスキマ時間でも受講できますし、アバターでのレッスン受講も可能なため、ネイ...

[surrealinkk]

FuckinSurreal And FuckinLucid

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/The thunderheads were growing in size in the distance, discomfort strong in the tendons of my hands. Restlessness in full drive as I toss in my sheets, my bones weary but wouldn’t rest. The impending storm had my hard body tense and shaking almost expecting the dreaded dream episodes from before. I needed to keep awake.

I sit up with a harsh exhale. The clock is blaring red bright numbers, the time five in the morning as a tired groan rushes past my firm lips. I’d had a busy day working on a twelve hour sitting, the client holding strong like a fuckin’ trooper, my knuckles blasted from the long session.

I knead over them in the low room’s light, my eyes catching on @FuckinLucid’s nap sack. I’d yet to be able to return it, or see @FuckinLucid again after the expo. I push my palms off the edge of my mattress, my body rising upright to lift up the bag. I had no idea where to find @FuckinLucid.

The club where @FuckinSway performed was a bust. For now. I turn my attention back to the bag, unzipping slowly to rummage through quickly and only seeing some of her personal belongings.

Looking in the front zipper compartment I find something that may work. A pay check stub for a coffee shop. The address not far from where the shop is located.

I pull on some loose fitting, low hip hanging black sweats, a grey sweat hoodie, and my sneaks to sprint out the door. It was a long shot, but maybe a coffee run would be just the answer.

I swing the strap of @FuckinLucid’s bag over my shoulder, small drizzling drops starting to fall as I tug up the hood on my sweater with my hands thrusting into the side pockets/

⌘ ☯ Aleva ☮ ⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[As I leave @FuckinSway’s apartment, a sense of relief lifts from my shoulders at the awkward tension which was bearing down on me. Oh shit. Did we actually… sleep together? I try to push away memories. Not sure whether I want to think about it right at this moment.  I needed to get to work.

It was so early, but the manager had asked me to open up today as she wasn’t going to be around. I’d stupidly agreed to it. Why? Why did I drink the night before? It was taking a while for the painkillers I took from @FuckinSway’s cabinet to kick in. But one thing I was certain of… No nightmares. No feeding. I slept. And I didn’t feel shitty.]

Huh…

[As I walk to work, deep in thought, I fail to notice the light drizzle that’s soaking through the already dirty clothes I’m wearing. I also don’t happen to see @FuckinSurreal as I walk straight into his back, almost knocking us both over.]

Whoops! Sorry!

[I grab onto him to balance myself.]

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/I stumble forward with a high squeak of my sneaks, palms reaching out and back to steady both myself and the clumsy fucker behind me./

What in the fuck?

/I growl, @FuckinLucid face blurring as we straighten up/

Aleva?

/I push down the hood on my sweater, allowing myself to take in @FuckinLucid fully once I’ve gained my wits some. She looked a bit disheveled and beat with heavy bags under her eyes/

⌘ ☯ Aleva ☮ ⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I hear @FuckinSurreal curse and I wince. It’s not like I meant to crash into him. I scrub my hands over my face before giving him a sheepish smile.]

Hey there, @FuckinSurreal. Long time no see.

[I look up to see him standing outside of the coffee-shop.]

Waiting for me?

 Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinLucid /I shake my head, my rusty hair falling forward somewhat damp from the drizzles/

I was stopping in for a cup of Joe. Are you okay? I didn’t knock anything loose, did I?

/Jacks a brow down at you while moving to the front door to open for us/

⌘ ☯ Aleva ☮ ⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[My eyes widen at hearing @FuckinSway’s name… or what I thought was his name…]

Joe? What did he say? I haven’t seen him since…

[I don’t want to admit that I just came from his place. I clear my throat.]

Yeah. I’m fine.

[I wave my hand dismissively and laugh nervously before pulling out the keys to the shop and dropping them on the floor. I bend down to pick them up and sigh at my obvious clumsiness.]

I’m damn peachy!

[I mutter under my breath]

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinLucid /My brows draw inward at how jittery and nervous you’ve suddenly become. Joe? Who’s Joe?

I vaguely remember you calling @FuckinSway Joe at the expo, chuckling low while I swoop forward to snatch up the wet keys from the rain slick concrete.

Why was @FuckinLucid suddenly acting nervous and confused when I mention @FuckinSway? I hand her the keys, shaking my head thinking there was definitely something up. @FuckinLucid’s attempt at fibbing about @FuckinSway falling flat/

Right. You sure about that, Aleva?

/I chuckle low adjusting the strap of @FuckinLucid’s bag on my shoulder/

Oh hey, you forgot this before.

/Trails off as I pass you the lightly rain covered bag while @FuckinLucid fumbled with the shop lock/

⌘ ☯ Aleva ☮ ⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[My eyes dart between the door I’m unlocking and something @FuckinSurreal is holding in his hand. My backpack.]

Oh, damn. I’d forgotten about that…

[Which was unusual as it had my iPod, my beloved blanket that I carried everywhere and a couple of other personal possessions. The door clicks open and I hold it open whilst holding my hand out for the bag.]

Thanks. Step in. @FuckinSurreal

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinLucid /I tick my head down, stepping quickly through the doorway when a loud rumble of thunder rolls through, the rain drops growing in size. I brush off the tops of my sweater/

You are welcome. How has your tattoo healed?

⌘ ☯ Aleva ☮ ⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I follow @FuckinSurreal inside the shop and make my way over to the alarm. Keying in the code and setting the bag down on the nearest table. I switch the power to the building on, waiting for the lights to slowly brighten the dim room.]

Um… fine.  

[I walk over to @FuckinSurreal and hold out my arm for him to see. Running my finger over the bumpy inked skin.]

All is good. Sorry about almost passing out by the way. I’m not sure what came over me. It’s the first time that’s happened. Can I get you something to drink? I’m guessing you didn’t come to chit-chat at 5am…

[Chuckling]

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/I run the pads of my fingers over the inside of @FuckinLucid’s forearm, nodding in approval at how well it was healing. The ink taking well./

I could use some caffeine, @FuckinLucid. I’m glad to see you’re doing better after. You had me concerned when you stumbled off.

⌘ ☯ Aleva ☮ ⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I pull my arm away from @FuckinSurreal and walk over to the coffee machine, setting everything up and filling it up with fresh coffee beans.]

How did the rest of the Expo go? Get your name out a bit?

[I grab a couple of clean cups and the milk from the fridge.]

What kinda coffee do you want? I’m making myself a latte.

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinLucid /My firm lips turn down, palms scrubbing over the scruff of my cheeks while you start your set up/

It went well. It boosted the shops traffic that’s for sure.

/Shakes my head, folding onto one of the tall stools/

Don’t give me none of that foamy fru fru ladies coffee. I’ll take a dark roasted blend of anything you got.

/Turning back to your ink/

Do you usually have those type of reactions while having ink done?

/Shifts my feet to rest over the stools bottom rail, waiting/

⌘ ☯ Aleva ☮ ⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I chuckle as I pour steaming dark liquid into a cup for @FuckinSurreal, handing the drink over.]

Nope. I’ve got many tats and never have I experienced something like that.

[But I can’t tell you it was due to my lack of sleep and need to have a fix.]

I must have forgotten to eat or something.

[I shrug it off, pouring the hot milk and coffee shot into my own cup before joining @FuckinSurreal at a table.]

Need sugar or anything?

 Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/I pour a small amount of cream, adding some sugar with a hard stir before slipping my rear from the stool to join @FuckinLucid. I wasn’t buying her story, @FuckinLucid’s gaze shifting away hesitantly some when I asked about her reaction, remembering that look of utter bliss cracking her features while my guns brazed the ink into her skin.

I settle down into the seat across from @FuckinLucid, blunt nails tapping over the ceramic sides of the coffee mug as I steel my gaze over to @FuckinLucid/

What about them moving? You mind sharing what that was all about, @FuckinLucid?

/I stare down into the steaming dark contents of my coffee mug/

I know I wasn’t imagining that, was I?

⌘ ☯ Aleva ☮ ⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[The coffee mug I’m holding slips from my hands as an image of ink shifting across my skin flashes through my mind.  A customer chooses that moment to walk in and I move away from @FuckinSurreal, not knowing how to respond to his query.

I’d thought it was a dream, or I’d imagined it in my sleepy haze. But if two of us had seen it, then surely it had to be more than that. I serve the customer, frothy milk is still hot from the latte I made myself so I can serve her fairly quickly. But before I can talk to @FuckinSurreal, another customer comes in. My hands are shaking and I’m not sure if it’s from the caffeine already hitting my system or the shock of the question @FuckinSurreal just posed.

By the time I’ve finished with the flurry of customers… I realise @FuckinSurreal has left the shop. I bite my lip nervously. Thrusting my hands into my hair and not knowing what to do except keep serving and keep working. For now that is.]

[surrealinkrpstories]

FuckinLucid And FuckinSway

Aleva:  I sigh as I start to rouse from the most restful sleep I’ve had in a while. Despite the sleep being all well and good, my muscles ache and I seem to be developing a headache. I moan to myself, wondering what time it is. I should be okay to rest a little longer. I only usually stay sleeping for a couple of hours at the most. Wouldn’t it be great if I could just keep a coffee maker next to my bed. I chuckle to myself and stretch a little. My leg coming into contact with something. Huh…

Julian:  The fingers of sleep are beginning to loosen its hold and I become aware of a throbbing in my head. I shift in my slumber to throw my arm around my pillow, what seems to be a nice, warm, soft pillow. Wait, pillows aren’t supposed to be warm like this. My eyes flutter as I try to wake up and open them.

Aleva:  A man’s arm is flung over me and it takes me a moment to register the tattooed arm of Julian. ARGHHHHHHHH I yell and jump out of what I presumed to be my bed. It’s not my bed. It’s his! Oh my god! I look down. I’M NAKED! I make a grab for the sheet.

Julian:  My eyes fly open at the sound of Aleva’s voice, staring at her standing there, naked, before she makes a grab for the sheet. I quickly grab a corner of it to cover my junk as I am naked too. My fogged brain questions why I’m naked for a split second before the obvious conclusion dawns on me. What the fuck!

Aleva:  Stumbling as I’m pulled back towards the bed with the sheet. I scowl atJulian. Did you drug me? Creep! I’m sooooo gonna kick your arse!!! Frowning. When I’m dressed that is. Care to explain how I ended up in your bed?

Julian:  I’m just as shocked as Aleva is. Why on god’s green earth would I drug you to sleep with you? I’m trying to think, remember last night, silent for a moment before speaking. I suspect that I was drunk. My head is beginning to throb harder. Do you remember anything?

Aleva:  I blink for a moment as I think back to the night before. Drinking, dancing, kissing… Um… I cough as the image of sweaty nakedness burns into the forefront of my mind. I shake my head vigorously. Nope. Nothing. You?

Julian:  I vaguely remember the bar… warm, responsive flesh under my hands… I don’t remember jack-shit.

Aleva:  Ah-ha! I point a finger towards Julian. I remember you wanted me to call you by your name! Jack…. Right? I nod my head.

Julian:  You were calling out JACK? I feel a bit offended at this, arching a brow.You know damn well my name is Julian. You must have loved it though if you were calling out my name. I smirk.

Aleva:  Loved what exactly? Are you saying we… did it? I gasp. Did you at least wrap it? Must have been “some” night for me not to recall a single thing! I grab a discarded t-shirt of Julian’s from the floor, flinging it on.

Julian:  My boxers are right next to the bed and I quickly step into them. I find a discarded condom wrapper flung on the floor and I hold it up for Aleva to see.Would you like to repeat the experience so you do remember? My smirk gets wider, a wicked gleam in my eye.

Aleva:  I shake my head at Julian in disgust before seeing the clock. Shit, I’m late for work! How did that happen? I slept a whole night and don’t even recall a single dream? Due to the alcohol intake? Thinking of the amount of whiskey and tequila I drank, has my stomach churning and the my head pounding. Can you direct me to your painkillers?

Julian:  Painkillers would be a good idea. I can’t seem to think straight with this headache and the remaining alcohol in my veins. I groan. What the fuck did I do? All this manly fronting is not going to make this situation any better. I drop my gaze from Aleva and scratch the back of my head uncomfortably. Yeah, err, in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I turn away from her to find a shirt.

Aleva:  I pick up my clothes on the way to the bathroom. I want to be away fromhim as quickly as possible. Why didn’t I dream? Or did I dream and just not remember? If so… then why don’t I remember? Did I have my own dreams? Did I slip into Julian’s mind? I shake my head at the thought. That wasn’t possible. Hewould have been suffering nightmares all of last night and he certainly wouldn’t have that ridiculous smirk like a kid on Christmas morning. Once in the bathroom, I quickly start to get washed and dressed, remembering to steal the bottle of painkillers for my headache whilst at work.

Julian:  As soon as she is out of the room I rest my hands in front of me on the dresser, hanging my head and blowing out a breath. The amount of the uncomfortable emotions Aleva was flinging out is almost crawling out of my skin. It only is intensifying my own emotions. The feeling has eased up a little since she had walked out of the room, but she is still in my apartment and those tendrils are still making its way into me. I stand up and scrub a hand over my face, running my fingers through my hair. I need to manipulate her into feeling calmer.

Aleva:  I tie my hair up off my neck. I’m sweating and my palms are clammy. I feel like I’m having a panic attack. Then the strangest thing begins to happen. A wave of calmness from nowhere starts to relax me. It’s foreign. I know it’s not my own emotions. But I can’t explain it and I cling to it. I close my eyes for a moment and try to focus on it, taking a few deep breaths.  When I feel ready, I leave the bathroom. I look around for where I must have dropped my purse, seeing it on the floor near the door. I walk towards it, shouting to Julian at the same time. I used your toothbrush! May want to get a new one!

Julian:  I see Aleva walk out of the bathroom yelling about my toothbrush. I sigh and walk to the bathroom. My eyes can’t help but fly to the toothbrushes on the sink. I notice the one that is still dripping water. I can’t help but laugh. She didn’t use my toothbrush, Aleva used Belle’s.

Aleva:  I don’t know what to do. This is the place I’m temporarily supposed to be staying at. But everything is different now.  I’m not even sure if I’m welcome anymore. I can’t really think of anywhere else to go. Perhaps Vane can recommend somewhere. It would be nice to see him without being knocked out or passing out. I make it my plan to pop by Vane’s place soon and say hey. For now though, I have to get to work. And figure out what happened. I’m not even shaking anymore. Could Julian be the one to thank for that? I slip the handle of my bag over my shoulder as I wander back to the open bathroom door. He is standing in there and I clear my throat to get his attention.

Julian:  I look over to Aleva. It’s much easier now to be around her since her emotions have calmed, not that the awkwardness has completely disappeared. I can barely look her in the eyes, regret flooding through me and I hold the feeling back from leaking all over the place and affecting her. Yes, Aleva?

Aleva:  I shift from foot to foot, not looking Julian in the eyes. I just wanted to say thank you for the dance… and I’ll see you around  sometime. Maybe. I don’t givehim a chance to reply as I walk away. Heading to the apartment exit as quickly as possible.

Julian:  I have no clue what to say and I just watch Aleva walk away. Part of me wants to make sure she is okay and the other part just wants to avoid her. How could I be so stupid? My jaw clenches as I walk out of the bathroom to go to the kitchen. I need a cup of coffee… badly.

[surrealinkrpstories]

FuckinLucid And FuckinSway

One Night Stand

Aleva:  I step into the bar that Julian suggested we go to. Actually, I didn’t really care at that moment whether we were in the street, at a nightclub or back at the coffee-shop where I worked. As long as we were away from his apartment and alcohol was involved. I glance around at the bar surroundings. First impressions of this place are that it looks like a complete dive. There is a smoky atmosphere to the place. The low sounding jukebox fills the room with sleezy notes. The click of a cue hitting a pool ball makes my head snap to the side and I smirk. I’d be playing a game of that later. I step further into the room to allow Julian walk in behind me. Nice place.

Julian:  I chuckle as I enter behind Aleva and guide her to the bar area, sitting down on one of the stools. The bar top is slightly sticky from the previous customer’s spilled drinks. Obviously the bartender is slacking if it isn’t that busy and he’s not wiping down the wooden countertop. I wait for Aleva to sit down before turning to her. What kind of poison would you like tonight?

Aleva:  I hop onto a stool and lean forward on the bar. Ignoring Julian for the moment and shouting… Yo… can we get a little service? I slam my hand down on the wooden counter a few times before sitting back and smirking at him. I’ll have a top shelf.

Julian:  I cringe at Aleva’s behavior, sizing up the burly looking bartender who is now heading in our direction. I tightly smile at him and explain.She’s overly excited to be let out the house, don’t mind her. We’ll have two double Patron tequila’s.

Aleva:  I snort and elbow Julian in the ribs. Creep. The insult doesn’t come out as intended. It now feels more like a light joke than a serious blow to his personality. I smirk and watch the bartender fix up our drinks. So… is it always this slow here?  Actually the bar looked pretty wicked cool. But asJulian recommended it and I’m trying to find more reasons to dislike him, I didn’t want to like this place either. I decide to make it my own personal mission to rule Julian out of my life, to try and hate the evening as much as possible and make sure he doesn’t want anything to do with me in future.

Julian:  I shake my head and try to hide a slight grin at Aleva’s insult.Ahhh… you keep saying that but I’m beginning to think that you don’t really mean it that much. I thank the barman for the shots and kick mine back, letting the liquor burn down my throat to pool in my stomach.

Aleva:  I wink at the man who served us as he glares right back at me. I grab the shot and acknowledge Julian in thanks. Cheers for offering to pay for the drinks all night! I down the shot, the liquid stinging my lips and burning down my throat. I gasp and pull a face as I slam the glass down on the bar, shuddering. Ugh… that was nasty. I wipe my mouth before smirking. We’ll have another two! I turn to Julian and hold out my hand.Got some change for the music box, Joe?

Julian:  I stare down at Aleva’s outstretched hand and flick my gaze back up to her face, raising my brows at her question… ney, more like a demand. I reach into my back pocket for my wallet and pull out a few dollars, placing them in her fingers. Make sure you put something good on for me. I turn my attention back to the shot glass placed in front of me. I think getting drunk is a good idea, muttering. I need to be drunk to put up with your ass…

Aleva:  I snatch the money from Julian’s hand and sneer. I heard that. I turn my back on him, smirking as I stroll over to the machine. I might just put Britney on. I could do with a little dancing. Chuckling to myself as I flick through some of the artists.

Julian:  Britney? Fuck. No. I slide off my stool to follow Aleva, coming up behind her and placing my hands on either side of her on the jukebox, leaning in and speaking in her ear as I watch her flip through the songs.How about some Ozzy?

Aleva:  I almost jump out of my skin as Julian’s voice sounds close to my ear. I brush up against his arm as he cages me in. Excuse me, but you ever heard of something called “personal space”? I rest my hand on his chest to push Julian away before shivering from the the contact. I narrow my eyes and stamp on his foot to get him to move. Move, Joe. I’m picking the song!

Julian:  I wince at the sudden twinge of pain traveling through my foot, backing off from Aleva. Now, now pet. Play nice. There was no good reason to go stomping on my feet. I smirk at her.

Aleva:  I blink innocently at Julian. Oh… that was your foot? I thought it was some creepy bug creature. Smirking as I turn back to the jukebox. I put the money in and flick through various tracks until I come across one I like. Perfect.

Julian:  Love Is Strong by The Rolling Stones comes on and I grunt in appreciation. Okay, so maybe Aleva has decent taste in music. I glance back over to the bar area. Want me to grab another drink for you?

Aleva:  I practically skip over to the bar and down the second shot still waiting. The buzz of the alcohol working its way through my veins. It’s not quite as satisfying as the adrenaline of a dream being twisted into a nightmare, but it killed the craving of wanting to fall asleep. I tilt my head as I watch Julian follow me back to the bar. Under different circumstances I might have even been attracted to him. But being a junkie and needing a fix constantly made my brain want something else. Hit me up, Joe. I gesture to the bottles of whiskey.

Julian:  The corner of my mouth lifts up at Aleva’s new demand. Name is Julian… I lift my hand to grab the bartender’s attention, picking up on his emotions. Bordom is pouring off of him in waves as he approaches me. I smile at him. Can I get a bottle of Jack and two shot glasses.

Aleva:  I shrug at Julian and wait for him to pour the shots. My skin feels so tight it’s beginning to itch. I tap my fingers impatiently on the bar top.Sure. I’ll remember for next time. I nod at the shot glasses, wishing hewould just hurry and pour already.

Julian:  I pour the two shots, grabbing one and knocking it back. I pick up the other one, moving to hand it to Aleva. I wait for her to reach for it and at the last moment lifting the glass to my own mouth to down it. I settle the empty shot back on the counter and smirk at her. Now, what is my name?

Aleva:  I try to process what just happened. Julian drank my shot and then demanded I call him by his girly, weird name? Um… Julio?

Julian:  I pour two more shots. Tsk, tsk, tsk… nope, that’s not it. I down the two shots before looking at Aleva with a big grin across my face. I’m beginning to pick up on a little bit of frustration coming from her and I shrug. I’m waiting for you to get it right. I pour the next two shots, the alcohol beginning its insidious slide into my brain.

Aleva:  I sigh, determined that I’m not giving in. Sorry, Juliette. That better? My hands clench and unclench. I need… something.

Julian:  I do a repeat of taking shots and pouring them. The waves of intense frustration spilling its tendrils out of Aleva’s emotions and registering in my brain. I laugh at her, waving the glass in front of her face. What is my name, pet?

Aleva:  JULIAN! I don’t wait for you to pour me a shot. I reach up and grab the bottle from your hand, necking it and taking a few gulps of the amber liquid to catch up. I maintain eye contact as I do so, finishing and licking my lips. Mmmmm. Yum.

Julian:  My eyes follow the trail of Aleva’s tongue swiping across her lips, my own curling up. I gulp down the two drinks I had poured and suggest to her. You want to play pool or something?

Aleva:  I smirk as The Regulator by The Clutch sounds around the room. I shake my head at Julian. I’d rather dance. I don’t wait for a reply as I take the bottle with me to a bit of open space. My skin is warm, I’m buzzed and light-headed. I take another sip of the whiskey bottle in my hand, swaying to the guitar in the song.

Julian:  I follow Aleva, watching the way her hips are swaying as she dancing, patrons glancing in her direction as she is waving the bottle of Jack in her hand. I slide up behind her and reach my hand up to grab it from her as I murmur. You aren’t going to start stripping again are you?

Aleva:  I should be offended by Julian’s comment. I allow him to take the whiskey from me as I lean up and begin to whisper the lyrics to him. And how many times… have I prayed? I smirk as I move away from him and continue to dance in my own little world.

Julian:  I lift the bottle to my own lips to take a swallow before going to where Aleva had moved. I smirk to myself as I drink in the sight of herdancing. I really can’t help myself when I approach her from behind and slide an arm around her waist as I lower the Jack in front of her.

Aleva:  I allow Julian to bring the bottle to my lips as I keep dancing, sipping the drink and laughing as it spills. I turn around and find myself up close and personal with him. His grey eyes boring into mine. An unexpected shiver slides over me and electrical tingles flutter inside. I frown. Unsure if it’s the alcohol or something else. Despite wanting to pushhim away, part of me is enjoying the close proximity. I clear my throat and step back out of his embrace. I think I want to leave. Find a motel.

Julian:  I raise my brows at Aleva’s forwardness, flicking my gaze up and down her body. I lick my lips before speaking. Why do we  need a motel? We can just go back to my apartment…

Aleva:  I frown before slapping his arm. No, you creep! I’m going there alone. As in… by myself!

Julian:  I take a look at the clock on the wall. It’s almost two in the morning. Just finish the bottle and we’ll go back to my place.

Aleva:  The combination of dancing and drinking have infused me with a merry, high-spirited happiness. And whatever this other sensation is, it was getting stronger. I know it’s not a good idea, but I nod along to Julian’s suggestion anyways. I didn’t want to stop in a cheap motel. The first night I’d had peace in a long while was in the comfort of his apartment. It would only be one more night. What was the harm in that? I take the bottle again from him and drain the rest of the contents. I grab ontoJulian’s arm for extra support as my mind blurs at the edges, a fuzzy bliss making me giggle. Lead the way!

Julian:  I chuckle when Aleva sways on my arm while I escort her out of the bar. The night has a soft breeze to it, ruffling her hair and wafting her scent towards me. I look down at her. Do you want to sleep in my bed?

Aleva:  I raise my brow before stumbling. Whoops. They should make these pavements level… I tilt my head at the perfectly straight ground. Muttering… Sure. Prove me wrong. I cling onto Julian for more stability. Not even paying attention to his words.

Julian:  I shrug at the ignored question and I stumble along with Aleva to my apartment building. I grab the keys from my pocket as we walk up the steps. I shift my arm that she is on so that I’m holding her hand instead to help her get up the stairs better. I chuckle as Aleva wavers slightly. Almost there…

Aleva:  I’m holding your hand… I bring up your fingers for my scrutiny as we walk along the passageway to your door. You know…  I like your hands. I bite my lip as I try to reword what I’m saying. I mean, they do so much. You draw with them… I rub my own fingers along his. Another wave of something making me breathless. You play the guitar. You’re very talented and skilled with them. You know? I look up at Julian to see if he actually understands what I’m trying to say as we pause outside the door to his apartment.

Julian:  I feel a spike of arousal pouring off of Aleva as she plays with my hand. I inwardly groan. She. Is. Fuckin. Killing. Me. I’m starting to harden within my pants and I only pray that she doesn’t look down to see the erection straining my jeans. I don’t even process what she has said, just answer. Yes. I quickly stick the key in the lock, struggling with it for a moment before opening the door.

Aleva:  Too hot. I feel too warm and suffocated. The need to remove something, anything is strong. I turn to Julian and the mental image of him stripping my clothes off has me turning away and blushing. I try to fan myself with my hand. Unsure of what I’m doing as I move away from him and step into the apartment. I have to get out of these clothes. I’m speaking mostly to myself, but I can feel something change within the air around us as the words slip from my mouth.

Julian:  I stand still for a moment as Aleva speaks those words, then back her up to the wall, hands sliding into her hair as I lower my mouth to claim hers in a shattering kiss. I press in close to her as my lips start to explore hers, all rational thought going out the window.

Aleva:  A moan escapes my mouth as Julian’s lips slant against mine in a possessive kiss. I don’t respond at first. Even the small contact of a kiss has been so long. It’s like T.N.T. for my mind. I forget the need to feed the monster inside of me which lurks and waits for me to fall asleep. I forget where I am and who I’m actually with. The skin to skin contact is enough to drive  me crazy with something. Needing anything. I lift my hands to hisshoulders and cling to him harder. Tasting the whiskey on his tongue and forgetting everything else but this moment.

Julian:  Deepening the kiss and growling in the back of my throat as I slide my hands from Aleva’s hair, down her arms to her waist, cupping her ass and pulling her even closer to me. I love the feel of her hands on me, the taste of her. Everything around me is just feeling and passionate emotions, the arousal from her feeding mine and in turn feeding back into her in one big circuit. I have an overwhelming need to consume, devour her. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, sliding against Aleva’s.

Aleva:  A wave of something foreign, but delicious crashes over me and I groan as I press closer to Julian. my skin burning with every touch. I want more, but not here. I pull regrettably back from the kiss. Bedroom?

Julian:  I open my eyes to look at Aleva, not hesitating to pick her up in my arms, mouth closing back on hers again as I carry her to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

[surrealinkrpstories]

FuckinLucid, FuckinSway And FuckinSwiper

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I crack my neck as I leave the coffee shop. A ten-hour shift with only a twenty-minute break. I know I am being over-worked and under paid. But it’s keeping me busy, and right now I need busy. Last night I’d managed to get some good sleep. But rest didn’t seem to be helping me anymore. The more I rested, the more I wanted to take from other people. The more I was tempted to drift into the minds of innocents. To see what they see, to feel what they feel. The joys, pleasures of their dreams. Taking the energy and letting it seep into my own skin. Transferring their beautiful imaginings into my own personal hell. I can’t stop. I don’t know how to. So work is keeping me active. Busy. Distracted. I badly want a cool breeze to drift across my skin as I walk through the streets, but the muggy, warm Texas air chokes the energy right out of me. Like I haven’t been downing coffee shots all day. I sigh as I pick up the pace back to @FuckinSway’s apartment. Perhaps a small nap whilst he was working would tie me over until the evening.]

Belle Mancini ‏@FuckinSwiper

*After emptying my suitcase back in my wardrobe, I look around, not finding my iPod. I had left town for a few days, after the fear I had felt when seeing what I did the night at the strip club, I had needed to escape for a while. I hadn’t explained @FuckinSway where I was going or why I had left. After all, what was I supposed to tell him? That I had seen a flash of Beckett kidnapping me to bring me to the boss of his gang? Yeah right! I moved back to the thoughts of my iPod and decided that maybe@FuckinSway had borrowed it. I wanted to have a nice relaxing bath and I loved to lit candles and put on some music while doing that. I slipped out of my room and made my way to his room to check the nightstand in his room, finding it empty, I sigh and wonder where it could be*

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I reach @FuckinSway’s apartment, leaning up to try and grab the key at the top of the door frame where he hides it. But I’m just not quite tall enough. I have to jump a couple of times to try and grab it. Growling to myself as I nudge it down.] Come on!!! [Third time is a winner. I grin and go to place the key in the lock, twisting it. But it won’t twist. Huh… it’s already unlocked. Is Joe home already? I open the door and walk inside. There doesn’t seem to be much movement until I hear a noise from@FuckinSway’s bedroom.] Hey, Joe. I thought you were at work? [I call out, sliding my bag off my shoulder and onto the counter in the centre of the room.]

Belle Mancini ‏@FuckinSwiper

*I hear a feminine voice just as I am about to walk out of @FuckinSway ‘s bedroom. I quirk a brow and wonder who the hell that could be. I open the door and walk out of the room, curious as to how the girl looking for him and apparently knowing how to get into his apartment looks like. I open my eyes wide as I walk out and face @FuckinLucid * What the fucking hell are YOU doing here? *I fold my arms and lean onto one hip as I look to @FuckinLucid, one eyebrow quirked questioningly. The look on my face showing that I am not pleased to see you*

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I blink in shock as I watch @FuckinSwiper walk out of @FuckinSway’s bedroom. I didn’t realise he had other company staying here as well. Then @FuckinSwiper’s words register and I recall how she simply left me at the club on stage. I narrow my eyes at her.] What am I doing here? Where have YOU been? Why did you disappear on me and what are YOU doing here? [Although… @FuckinSwiper just walked out of Joe’s room. So I’m pretty certain I know everything I need to. Perhaps @FuckinSwiper saw@FuckinSway’s interaction with me that night at the club and that’s why she decided to leave. Thoughts buzz around my head and I’m not sure what to do.]

Belle Mancini ‏@FuckinSwiper

First of all, @FuckinLucid, I asked you first. *I huff and keep my eyes onto yours* Second, -I- have every fucking right to be here, I LIVE here and to answer your question. You, @FuckinLucid were a fucking bitch that night, and needed a little lesson! I hope you enjoyed being almost naked on stage in front of everyone! *A malicious grin forms onto my lips as I look @FuckinLucid putting the pieces together*   

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I raise my brows at @FuckinSwiper and process what she’s telling me.] You’re telling me you set me up because I called your boyfriend a creep? [I shake my head at @FuckinSwiper and begin to walk towards her to get past her.] Well I WAS staying here too. But I can see I’m welcome. So if you move outta my fuckin way, I’ll grab my shit and leave you to your tantrum. [I give @FuckinSwiper a fake smile.]

Belle Mancini ‏@FuckinSwiper

*I burst out into laughter @FuckinLucid ‘s reaction, her thinking I’m @FuckinSway ‘s girlfriend, just makes it hilarious and I don’t plan on telling that fucking bitch @FuckinLucid that I’m his cousin. I see her make her way towards her stuff and walk faster to grab her clothes before @FuckinLucid does* Let me give you a hand. *I pick it up even though she protests and make my way over to the window, opening it, I throw all her clothes I grabbed out the window and swipe the wallet in between them*@FuckinLucid There you go!

 Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I sigh as I walk down the sidewalk. It was an early evening tonight and I’ll be happy to just get home and check on @FuckinLucid. I take my keys out of my pocket as I approach the apartment building and stop in my tracks as I see clothing being thrown out of what is my bedroom window.* What the fuck? *I murmur, confused.*

 ⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I snarl at @FuckinSwiper before stopping in my tracks. If this is @FuckinSway’s girl, I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me messing up her face. I try to see things from @FuckinSwiper’s point of view. First her guy is paying more attention to me at the club, then she finds all my shit in his bedroom. I shake my head at @FuckinSwiper before grabbing a glass of water and throwing the liquid in her face.] That’s for the bar! [I grab my bag from the counter and storm out of the room and apartment.]  

Belle Mancini ‏@FuckinSwiper

*my mouth drops open as I didn’t expect the water @FuckinLucid threw in my face, I storm out after her and grab her by the hair in the hallway* FUCKING BITCH *I pull @FuckinLucid back to start a fight* who the fuck do you think you are?!

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I shake myself out of my confusion and quickly open the door to the building. As I am walking up the stairs, I hear @FuckinSwiper screeching out obsinities. Uh oh. I hurry to the second floor to see@FuckinSwiper and @FuckinLucid in a catfight.* WHAT THE FUCK?! *I step in between them to break it up.* Whoa, whoa, whoa… what is going on here? *I demand.*

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[One moment @FuckinSwiper has yanked a handful of my hair out, stinging my scalp and causing me to shout out in surprise. The next I’m being pulled away from @FuckinSwiper as I move to slap her, my hand connecting with the face of @FuckinSway instead. I gasp and step back. My hand lifting to my mouth in horror at my own behaviour.] Oh… Joe, I’m so sorry!! [I look between @FuckinSway and@FuckinSwiper as a smug smile lurks. I sigh and turn around. Not saying anything more as I walk away from them both.]

Belle Mancini ‏@FuckinSwiper

*My eyes widen as @FuckinLucid accidentally slaps @FuckinSway in the face* you fucking whore! *I reach out to grab her again when Julian blocks my way* That fucking whore @FuckinLucid called you a creep, @FuckinSway ! What the fuck is she doing here? *I glare into her direction, knowing that if my eyes could kill, @FuckinLucid would be dead right now*  

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I look wide-eyed at @FuckinSwiper.* What the fuck is wrong with you Belle?! @FuckinLucid is my guest! *I sigh.* Wait in here while I go talk to @FuckinLucid. *I leave @FuckinSwiper before she can say a word and hurry down the hall, calling out.* Aleva! Wait!

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I ignore @FuckinSway and the pain from where @FuckinSwiper ripped my hair out. Storming out of the building to the sidewalk where my possessions are strewn across the sidewalk. Sighing as I bend down to pick them up. Muttering to myself.]

Belle Mancini ‏@FuckinSwiper

*I open my mouth to reply to @FuckinSway then close it again as he runs after her. I turn on my heels and head inside to go to my bedroom and calm myself down. maybe I also didn’t like the idea of a fucking bitch @FuckinLucid getting @FuckinSway ‘s attention? He deserved better than @FuckinLucid *

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I rush after @FuckinLucid, catching up to her on the lawn with a pile of clothes in her hands. I close my eyes for a moment to calm myself.* So… what happened? Why were you two fighting?

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I snort as I bend down to the floor and shove my clothes into my bag.] Don’t act all innocent, Joe. [I glance up at @FuckinSway and shake my head.] How did you expect her to react? Seeing my shit all over your apartment? HER apartment?  

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I give @FuckinLucid a puzzled look.* First of all, it’s not just HER apartment. Second of all, my cousin shouldn’t have reacted that way. I apologize, usually she is very sweet. Please come back upstairs and we’ll get this sorted. You are my guest and she has no say if I choose to have you stay here. *I give@FuckinLucid an imploring look.*  

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid

[I shake my head] Your cousin? [I let out an empty laugh] Yeah. I’m sorry @FuckinSway. I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but your “cousin” is the reason I was screamed at by a random stranger and stripping on stage that night at the club. So I think I’ll pass. [I sling the bag over my shoulder, feeling sorry for@FuckinSway being caught in the middle of this when it wasn’t his fault. Vowing that I’ll pay@FuckinSwiper a visit in her sleep if I get the opportunity. I sigh.] But I could do with a drink. [I offer@FuckinSway.]

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*Taken aback at this information about @FuckinSwiper. @FuckinLucid’s voice rings true and I know I’m going to have to have a nice long talk with @FuckinSwiper. I sigh and grab @FuckinLucid’s free hand.* Come on, let’s go. I’ll pay… it’s the least I can do for you to make up for Belle’s behavior.

[surrealinkrpstories]

FuckinSurreal, FuckinLucid and FuckinSway

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal 

@FuckinSway @FuckinLucid /Snaps on some new latex, starting to thread the liner into my tat iron and setting aside to pick up a razor/ Are you sure that’s that one you want, @FuckinLucid? /Lifting a shoulder/ Where are you mounting the art? /Snorts shortly/  

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid 

[I move closer to @FuckinSurreal, turning my back on @FuckinSway and pointing to my arm.] Here will do. [Anything to keep awake.]

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I frown as @FuckinLucid turns her back to me, but I am interested in watching her get tattooed.* I would love to watch if you don’t mind.

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Chuckles quietly giving a tick down of my head before starting to shave and prepare the area/@FuckinLucid @FuckinSway It’s fine with me Dude as long as @FuckinLucid doesn’t mind. /Grinning between you both/ So you play at a bar? What instrument? /Cleans off the lower section of@FuckinLucid’s inner arm, starting the free hand drawing before whirling up the iron with a low hum/

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[I start to tap my foot, a sweeping of anxiety rushes through me as I watch @FuckinSurreal set up and clean the area. I shrug at @FuckinSway.] If you must. [I mumble but I’m not sure he heard me. I drift into my own mental space, already feeling buzzed and excited about the ink that’s soon going to be etched into my skin. @FuckinSurreal and @FuckinSway start a new conversation but I’m not listening. I’m closing my eyes and biting my lip, waiting for that tingle, the thrill of being permanently marked.]

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*Looking intently at @FuckinLucid being inked as I reply to @FuckinSurreal.* I play the guitar and sing. I do covers and also write my own music. It’s a great atmosphere over there. I can also get you free drinks if you come by. *I turn my attention back to @FuckinLucid’s etching.* How’s it going, pet?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

/Lifts a brow down to @FuckinLucid bouncing foot, rolling forward in my seat to start lining the ink, small ink drops gathering at the edges as I braze the dark lines across her flesh, wiping away the excess and hitting the ink caps to load up the ink into the needle. I furrow my brow in concentration listening to @FuckinSway/ Guitar, nice. Are you participating in that Blue on the green fest? I’ve heard people talking about it, and being in Austin it’s got to be great for musicians with it being the live music capitol. /Nods over to @FuckinSway/ You get groupies hitting on you?

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[Despite the pain of the needle in my skin, the shivering from the adrenaline high and the busy movement surrounding me. My body relaxes and I sigh as I feel myself sinking into the depths of a blissful calm.]  

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

*The crowd is insane. People lined up from venue to venue, others loitering around tables covered with tattoo designs, waiting to get new ink. I’d been to one of the expos before, back in LA, but the building was larger, so it didn’t feel as cramped. Sliding the flyer into the back pocket of my jeans, my eyes scan the area again. The leaflet mentioned human suspension and the tinge of excitement to see that only kept building the closer I got to where it was. While watching someone hang by hooks through their skin makes me cringe it also feeds into that ever curious nature of mine. Exactly how can they do that?! When I finally push through the crowd, I’m met by two men, both suitable enough for the Hot Stud contest I passed when I came in, hanging from the hooks. There’s no way in heck I could do that! “Fuckin’ epic, right?” My gaze shifts from the men to a girl, her grin spreading from ear to ear. She’s completely covered in ink and I’m curious as to why she’s not in line for the Hot Babe contest. Her hot pink mohawk makes me grin and before I realize it, I’m nodding.* It is… and not a bad sight to see either. *She winks and continues moving through the crowd, getting as close as possible to the men. Pulling my phone out, I snap a few quick photos while moving around, catching different angles, to send to Lily. She can’t stand things like that and I love giving her hell about it. Deciding to start scouting for an artist, I shift to the side, slipping between a couple and head towards the artists’ booths. I judge a few at first based on the artwork and photos of tattoos hanging up or displayed at their tables. The first couple of artists seem to focus on the death side of things, their pieces mainly skulls, reapers and the like.* Definitely not what I’m looking for… *My hand clutches the tiny paper in my pocket and I suddenly feel a little foolish for thinking I’d find what I’m looking for here. Most of the artists are hardco… my train of thought stops I come up on a female artist currently working on a side piece. Her work is cute and frilly, all enhanced with a little freak. I love it. The piece she’s doing consists of stars, feathers and… something else. It kind of reminds me of a paisley design and is something that I definitely wouldn’t mind having. Shifting my gaze from Jessie, my eyes scan the surrounding booths. If I didn’t find someone else to do my randomly crazy tattoo, then she’s going to be who I choose. Not just because of her designs, but she’s cute, too. Always a plus in my books.*

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*Speaking to @FuckinSurreal.* Yep. I’ve heard about it. *Chuckles.* I don’t have any groupies yet that I know of. *Looking back at @FuckinLucid. I frown as I notice her eyes closed and rhytmic breathing. Is she…? *I lean in to whisper in her ear.* Are you falling asleep?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway @FuckinLucid /Chuckles out, lifting my eyes to scan around the booth briefly/ Who knows, perhaps you have some stealthy stalkers. @FuckinLucid here could be one. /Grins down, seeing Aleva relaxed with a blissful grin across her lips. Strange some. I bend forward to clear away a large drop at the corner of a line, my lids blinking rapidly as I think I see @FuckinLucid’s new tat line shift from where I’d just lined. What the hell? I shift back in my seat, wiping a small trickle of sweat from my brow thinking I may need to rest my eyes soon./

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[The soothing voice of @FuckinSway whispers through my head and I smile in response, forgetting that I’m supposed to hate this guy. But my mind is elsewhere, concentrating on the flood of sensation in my arm as the new ink settles and becomes a part of me.]

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*Tranquility is radiating off of @FuckinLucid, contrasting to the anxiety she had before the tatt started. My lips twitch in a small smile before I notice something strange. Frowning, I take a closer look.* I must have been seeing things. *I mutter to myself, having thought I saw her ink shift before my eyes. Shaking my head, I decide to go for small talk as @FuckinLucid seems calm and not ready to bite my head off.* So, where do you live?

Vane Everett ‏@FuckinSurreal

@FuckinSway @FuckinLucid /I finish up the lining, the shader being loaded carefully as I begin adding the different hues of grey and black to highlight the piece making it stand out more. I refill the ink caps, using the clean the outline and concentrate on blacking in the points in slow even strokes. My head shooting to the side catching an odd expression flicker across @FuckinSway’s face. Did he just see the same thing I had? My temple pounds, finishing the last few strokes on @FuckinLucid’s tattoo, wiping it clean and coating with jelly before allowing her to check the work/ I think you’re all finished,@FuckinLucid. How you holding up? /Slips off my latex, eyes watching closely for her to sit up/

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid  

[I frown as I open my eyes.] Done already? [I didn’t feel a thing. I sit up and start to lean to one side. This has never happened to me before. Shit, I shouldn’t have gotten a tatt when I haven’t slept properly indays! A rushing through my ears has me losing my balance as I try to stand too quickly. What the hell is happening? I feel like I’m crashing after a sugar high as I feel myself shake, starting to fall.]

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I notice @FuckinLucid sway on her feet and I grab hold of her to help her catch her balance. I glance at @FuckinSurreal, he is talking to other customers. I take a wad of cash out of my pocket and tap@FuckinSurreal’s shoulder before nodding bye and slipping the money in his hand. I wrap my arm around @FuckinLucid’s waist to help guide her away.*

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[I stumble away from @FuckinSurreal’s booth with @FuckinSway, unsure why I’m having such a physical reaction to the tattoo. I must have at least twenty of the things in various places. It has to be something to do with dreaming state I’d been drifting into whilst getting inked. I grab onto@FuckinSway’s arm for balance. Clinging to him as we walk, unsure of where we are going but thankful. My breathing is erratic as we walk and sweat drips down my face.] I need to sit. [I hear myself whisper to @FuckinSway]

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I can feel her anxiety spiking and using my empathic abilities to bathe her in calmness. I steer her to a chair.* Would you like for me to get you some water, Aleva?

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[I sit on the chair @FuckinSway directs me to, nodding at him.] Sure. Water is good. Coffee is better! [I close my eyes again to try and direct the swirling vivid lights away from my eyes. Please… not now. I can’t go into this state now. I take a deep breath and feel myself calming. But I shouldn’t be calm. The forced emotion is just as disconcerting as my own addiction trying to take a hold of me.]

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

I’ll be right back. *I leave @FuckinLucid to go grab a coffee at the beverage stand and hurry back to her.* Here, sip this. *I hold the cup out to her.* Would you like for me to give you a lift home?

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[I practically snatch the cup from @FuckinSway’s hand, downing the scolding liquid, not caring that it is burning my lips and throat. Just needing the caffeine and now. I take a deep breath after draining the contents of the styrofoam cup. Licking my stinging, puffy lips. I shake my head at @FuckinSway.] I don’t know where I’m staying yet. I was kicked out of my last motel.

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I gaze down at @FuckinLucid. I don’t want her to be without a place to stay. I can always sleep on the couch in my art studio and let her have the bed my room. I blurt out.* I have a spare bedroom if you’d like a place to stay.

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[I raise my brow at @FuckinSway, the coffee finally taking effect on my body and waking me up. I feel messy and my arm is stinging. I look down at the new ink and remember I didn’t give @FuckinSurrealany money.] Oh shit, I forgot to pay! [I start to stand again but stumble and lean against @FuckinSwayinstead. Groaning and lifting my slightly bloodied and newly tattooed arm to wipe my face which is soaked in sweat from the adrenaline and Texas heat. I remember @FuckinSway asking me a question.] You say you have a bed, Julian?

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I lift my brows at the use of my real name. So she does know it after all. I inwardly chuckle, but not letting my amusement show. I hold her up and let her lean on me.* I paid @FuckinSurreal for you so don’t worry about that and, yes, I have a spare room if you’d like to take advantage of that.  

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[I chuckle, as a foreign sense of amusement sweeps through me. Unable to control my words, I blurt out…] As long as you don’t make me strip. [It sounded funnier in my head and I’m not even sure why I said it. Letting @FuckinSway guide me to wherever we’re going. I should definitely sleep. And soon.]

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*Laughing out loud this time, shaking my head.* Don’t worry, I’m not that creepy. Is there anything you need to get before we go to my place? *I begin to steer you out of the building.*

⌘☯ Aleva ☮⌘ ‏@FuckinLucid   

[Snort] You really are a creep. You just have trouble admitting it. [I chuckle to myself before realising…] I left my bag at @FuckinSurreal’s booth. But I know where his shop is. I can grab it some other time. You got some spare clothes?  

Julian Blake ‏@FuckinSway

*I could loan you a shirt and some shorts.* Yes I do. *I help you over towards the car.*