#c:kat

[crawfxrds]

Crawford 📲 Kat

Crawford: that storm came faster than i fucking thought. stuck in town. where are you?

[brxxksazars]

LOCATION: rhee’s, in between games CLOSED: @kattcalled

Despite an invite onto the dancefloor— really just a small space where a few residents had pulled back high top tables— Brooks had stayed at the bar, keen to catch the final minutes of the game. His eyes had been glued to the ball, bounced between teammates and shot through the air, and his fists had raised in triumph as the buzzer sounded. He was still talking about those final moments as, out of the corner of his eye, a blonde pulled herself from the small crowd and approached, Brooks still talking to the other as he greeted her with a smile and the drink she’d left behind. “Now I know you worked up a thirst,” Brooks laughed, letting his hand rest on the other lingering cup. “Get your head in the game?”

[liamxoliver]

after a dreadful week of school work, what better way to start the weekend? to get wasted with the bottle of the finest scotch in the ship plus of course spending time with your friends-- in his case, his best friend. they’d been busy with school that they haven’t really hang out, can’t deny that he missed her. liam chugged a large amount of alcohol as he waited for the grand entrance of the other. “what’s taking her so long? is she still picking clothes?” mumbling at himself. @thekatsilva​

[karensmithcalling]

Karen had the amazing ability to sleep through pretty much anything, even when she was in someone else’s bed. You’d never catch her complaining that she ‘didn’t sleep well because she wasn’t in her own bed’ because most of the time she didn’t even notice. Letting out a humming noise at the sound of Kat’s voice it took her a good couple of seconds to blink her wide eyes open again, blearily, with a lazy smile on her lips. There was a lot of sudden movement jolting the bed, making Karen sit up slowly, rubbing her eye with a fist, frowning. “Where…no, get back into bed, two hours is such a long time.” She murmured, stretching out her arm making a grabby hand at the same time. “Even just for a little bit, I’m not hungry, just cold. Get back into bed.” The blonde wasn’t wearing shirt which was probably why she wasn’t exactly warm, holding the duvet up across her chest by default.

“Not my girlfriend, right, but a girl who is my friend. So…my girlfriend. It is just math.” She giggled, bouncing up and down on the mattress as her eyes twinkled. “So, are you coming back now? Please?” Puppy dog eyes, maybe that would work? @kingofnxwyxrk​ (Kat/Karen)

[joiekurt-blog]

What do you have against my brother? ~ Kat

Erm, I have a problem with his lack of respect for my relationship.

[writtenarcana]

@sugcrweregoindown

Of course this would happen to her. It had to be his fault though-- in her mind-- if his face hadn’t been so distracting when they so happened to pick up their prints at the same time, she wouldn’t have gotten them mixed up. And yet she couldn’t help herself. When she checked the prints in her car, she quickly realized the photos weren’t hers. But she went through them anyway. She was at awe of the obvious talent the stranger had. But then a moment later she realized that her shots were with him. “Fuck,” she cussed under her breath as she tried to put the photos back as neatly as she could back into the sleeve.

Kat struggled to make it out of her car, walking hastily back to the printing press to try and find the guy. Obviously, he wasn’t there anymore. So she was quick to ask the attendant if they saw what direction he went. She probably looked suspicious peering through every parked car she passed by. And when she finally saw the man, she knocked on his window waving the packet with her other hand so he could see.

[alana-ivashkov-blog]

The door chimed as Alana stepped in the coffee shop, the wood smacking against the last person in line. The shop was filled to the brim with the caffeine-deprived parents and working students, with the line snaking all the way to the door. This wouldn’t do. She waved aside the protests as she strode to the front of the line, stuffing a twenty in the tip jar and leaning over the counter to give her order. How much was a twenty in American dollars anyway? Was less than a Euro but, more than a pound? Wasn’t important, especially with the astronomical inheritance soon heading her way. A bit of her heart sank as she thought about her late father, always so loving towards her. She had been his baby girl, his youngest. And now he was gone and Alana was in America. Of all places. Her latte held firmly in her hand, she scanned the shop, of course finding not a stray seat in sight. She always had to do everything by herself. Striding over to the best view in the place, perfect to people watch and perhaps plan out what the hell she was going to do in this town, she gave a sweet smile to the person sitting there and brushed her fingers over their drink. Immediately, it started frosting over, and as she drew her hand back Alana gave a small pout to the now very confused , and slightly pissed off customer. “Oh nooo.” She cooed, handing them the cup. “Looks like you better go get a new one.”  Her nail tapped on the now frozen-solid coffee, making a divot in the ice. As they got up grumbling, she slid into the seat and waved them away.

The things she had to do to just get a little goddamn special treatment in the town! It was ridiculous. They’d learn. Alana Ivashkov had come to New Orleans. They’d all know her name soon enough. And it seemed like someone already had, the girl she had accidently hit with the door. As she met brown eyes with her own green ones, Alana smiled like a benevolent god looking down on her people. “Would you like to sit?”  @inkedvixcn​ 

[crawfxrds]

crawford 📲 kat

Crawford: are you working tonight?

Crawford: if you are stay there. i'm picking you up.