#c: verda

[ruyasercn]

WHO: @verdadurmaz​  WHERE: Ver’s Place

Leaning back on the couch, phone in her hand and shirt discarded somewhere within the confines of the apartment, Rüya swiped through Tinder. “Babe, what do you think of this girl?” Tossing her phone to Verda in order to prevent the 24k gold boob masks she’d finally found time to try on from falling off for the third time. “She’s cute but I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere? And I’m really not trying to get back into a possible sex cult situation again- the sex was good but her roommates were creepy and part of me thinks it wasn’t even like, a sex cult but an actual cult. You didn’t see those guys. They had those dead eyes.” Motioning towards her own, wide eyes, the blonde stared at her best friend with her best hollow expression for a moment before she began to laugh. “Anyways, when are we ordering food I’m starving. And I think I can probably free pizza free if I answer the door like this and let a mask fall off.”

[ruyasercn]

WHO: @verdadurmaz  WHERE: Some House Somewhere Out of Town

She’d dropped the pin of her location to her best friend what felt like hours ago and had since taken up refuge in her one night stand’s communal bathroom. The girl was nice enough, and from what she could remember they had a good enough time, but her roommates? As soon as they’d walked into the room she’d gotten a bad vibe and the longer she spent with them the more tempting running out of the house and simply trying to hitchhike her way back to town seemed like a good idea. So when she finally got the text that Ver was pulling up, the blonde snatched up a few of the sheet masks she’d been thumbing through and threw the door open, quickly making her way past the woman’s bedroom as she called out, “My ride’s here, thanks for last night!” before taking the stairs two at a time and making her way out the front door.

“Finally!” She said as she jumped into the passenger’s seat, mildly breathless. “Did you drive like, five miles an hour to get here or what? I was almost indoctrinated into a cult.” She said with a laugh, tossing the shirt she’d told Ver she was going to steal into her lap. “Here’s your shirt, now lets get the fuck out of here and to somewhere with pancakes. I’m starving.”

[ruyasercn]

WHO: @verdadurmaz​ WHERE: The Sweet Spot

Sitting on the counter as Ver restocked the display cases, Rüya held a plate in her hand and took a big bite from its contents. “I don’t know how you don’t weigh five thousand pounds.” She said with a mouth full of food, reaching out to pluck another pastry from the tray in Ver’s hands and placing it on her plate. “If I spent any more time here I know I’d be like the blueberry girl from Willy Wonka. You’d have to roll me everywhere.” Chuckling softly, she took another bite of food, then a sip from the milkshake she’d brought with her. However, the taste of the shake did not go well with the food she was eating- that or something was seriously off with it. “Oh my god.” She choked out, holding the cup out towards Verda as she made a disgusted face. “Try this. Is it me or is it horrible?”

[ruyasercn]

WHO: @verdadurmaz​  WHERE: Ver’s Place, Claret Park

There were boxes everywhere. Things she’d haphazardly packed up from Dilan’s, boxes she’d never actually unpacked over a year ago, even more boxes she’d had shipped from her mom’s apartment in New York. Rüya hadn’t wanted to keep much from the place she grew up in, the house that never felt like a home after her father  died, but there were a few things that tugged at the very frayed sentimental string of her heart. But now that she was faced with unpacking, she found herself wishing she’d have just thrown it all away. 

“Would you sit down, please.” She groaned, head leaning back against the couch as a joint rest between her lips. “You’re stressing me out moving around like this. I’ll shove the boxes in my room later so you don’t have to look at them, I promise. Can we just... focus on what we’re getting for dinner because I am fucking starving. Like no lie, I could probably eat an entire elephant and still have room for dessert.”