#c. gabe

[reinayourparade]

who: Reina & @gabevargas where: Kelly's Auto Repair

Reina had driven her Toyota 4Runner from Illinois to South Carolina—something most would advise against due to wanting to save the mileage on their vehicles. However, that was the only thing she knew would clear her mind and make the move even more so enjoyable. Getting to stop and sight see on her way down was the major highlight, and she now had a ton of pictures she could print and place amongst the others she had gained from traveling here and there.

However, now she was in deep need of an oil change, a tire rotation and God knows what else. Driving over to Kelly's, she pulled the car into one of the open parking spots and hopped (literally) out, not bothering to lock the door behind her. Sunglasses shielded the sun from attacking her, but as she opened the door and was met with less harsh lighting—she quickly moved to place the item on top of her head. No one was in the front, which was typical seeing as the lot was filled with other cars, so Reina took the time to look around the waiting room as she moseyed on up to the front desk area.

There was a small bell sitting on top, assuming she needed to make it chime for them to know she was at least there, Reina proceeded to tap it once...and then another time before letting her fingertips dance along top.

[ohlara]

[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[text]: is this code for blind date on the roof

[text] cause if so--gimmie 5

[ohlara]

“Quit hogging the blanket.”

lara lays there quietly for a moment as her back is to gabe. there is a deadly silence. it was irony. in one swift moment she jerks the rest of the blankets. they slip out from where they were tucked in beneath the mattress. a zip sound can be heard. she now has the entire comforter and is wrapped up like a burrito. “fucker.”

[ohlara]

¡ ( @pereamedic​) !

“well you look terrible as ever.” lara’s arms were already wrapping around the man’s shoulders, careful to not let the bottle of (more expensive scotch) hit the glass in her opposite hand. when she pulls away she holds the two items up. one glass has gold stickers that the dish washer has started to peel, but is still readable, non the less: ‘daddy’. it was her chosen glass for this encounter. 

their first drinking experience was at lara’s place, and now it was gabe’s turn to host their bullshit-ery. she’s already making her way to his counter. lara is in her sweatshirt and red pants with white starts. her socks are dark gray with ‘bad bitch’ is printed on them. had she worn shoes in her trip over? no.

“what bad decisions have you made lately?” a screw cap is in one hand as lara looks up. “excuse me, where are my manners--how are you?”