#dreamsstart

[zephyrkiss]

alexei wasn’t one to get drunk in the middle of the day, but in his defense, it was the weekend and he was so sick of that stupid gossip blog and their shit. he needed an escape, so before he knew it, he found himself ordering a margarita. that turned into four, and before he was fully aware of it, he was gone. “sooo like, my cars battery is busted, right?” he starts, taking another sip from his drink before continuing his story, as if the person even cares. “so i decided to take the subway, and,” he pauses to hiccup, “the lady was super rude! but hear this, the change she gave me? literal arcade coins. i have no idea how i didn’t notice until i got home but,” he sets the bag filled with arcade coins on top of the counter in front of them, “point is, i now have a bunch of arcade coins and i’m not too sure what to do with that. maybe this calls for free games? you wanna play with me?”

[zephyrkiss]

stefan raised a neat brow at them, crossing his arms across his chest like the skeptical little bitch he is. “i don’t know, are you sure about this?” he questions, trying to remain neutral but second guessing the entire thing. that was his life basically  –  overthinking everything, even though it wasn’t even a big deal. “doesn’t seem like such a good idea to me. what if you go with me to get my nails done instead?” he questions, obviously trying to bring the subject back to himself, ever the narcissist, really. he looks at his nails, which don’t even look bad, but he thinks they could be better. “i mean, my cuticles are just not it right now. what do you say?” he flashes them an award winning smile.

[zephyrkiss]

here goes absolutely nothing. “you wanna do something fun?” emilio asks to the poor bystander, quirking one of his brows. he doesn’t even let them answer before he’s continuing. “so i met this rich out of state couple and they’re hosting a karaoke event. the winner gets two hundred dollars. there’s drinks, food… typical rich people with too much money on their hands. anyways, i’m determined to win. the only problem is you can’t enter by yourself so i’d need someone else… are you in?” god, please say yes. “please? i even bought feather boas, look!” he reaches into his leather satchel and pulls out one of the two he had, wrapping the rainbow colored one on his neck like the fabulous gay he is. “okay, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but it would be rad if you were on board with this.” he’s talking about the feather boas and them being karaoke partners, obviously.

[zephyrkiss]

maybe it was a bad idea not to wear a jacket today. really, when hayden had first left, it wasn’t that cold. now, as it gets darker and darker, he can feel the cool new york breeze become stronger with each passing moment, causing him to shiver lightly. what he really needed was a smoke. a joint sat tucked behind his ear as hayden digs around the pockets of his ripped black jeans for his tye dye lighter, with no luck. that’s when he remembers  –  shit, i left that in another pair of jeans. unprepared as ever, he has something to smoke but no lighter, how could this be? he curses under his breath, his main priority suddenly being finding something to light up with. “hey. you’d really be my night in shining armor right now if you said yes, but…. do you have a lighter?”

[deimosborne]

to: all! where: golden griddle

It’s late on a Wednesday night which never boded well for the night.

But Mel’s Diner was closed for renovations and the Golden Griddle was an apt substitute at two in the morning. It was quiet and unassuming and no one looked twice at him when he waltzed in dressed looking like he crawled out of some back alley next to the feral cats and garbage piled high. It’s a Wednesday sure, but Archie is nothing if not consistent with his schedule sometimes and the bruises on his knuckles mean he’s still high off the rush of a fight he shouldn’t have been in to begin with.

Pulling the hood on his sweater up a little higher, there’s a brief glance cast around. Already he misses Mel’s and the comfort of familiarity and the booth at the back where his back is pressed to a wall and he can watch the rest of the room. When the waitress circles around, he glances up and skims her nametag - April - before looking thoughtfully down at the menu.

“So what can I getcha doll?”

Already he hates it here.

“Just coffee and water for now,” he says, flipping the menu over and skimming it quietly. “I’ll need a minute.” April gives a nod and Archie watches her leave with a pop of gum and a sway of her hips. It’s enough to distract him from realizing the thick vinyl is squeaking and the bench across from him is filled by company he hadn’t expected. A muscled jumps in his jaw and he gives them a careful once over.

Tugging his hood back there’s a fleeting smile for the sake of manners.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

[anotherthorn]

to: all! location: zephyr

Somewhere at Nolan’s back, clear across the room, the stage speakers played a mournful, dark cover of Black Magic Woman while one of the girls danced. Nolan found himself singing along while the bass rolled through him. His heart was still racing from his own set; he could hear his pulse in his ears.

Still, the adrenaline, the thrill of an audience, was much better than coke. Sometimes Nolan thought he might have more success dancing at a gay club, but the women (and men) who came out to Zephyr always made him feel pretty,

He stepped up to the kitchen window, nodded his thanks to the cook, and picked up a tray of fries. From there, he took a winding path back to the floor. 

Blue-and-purple lights slid over Nolan’s naked torso right on time for a song cue. “Bisexual lighting”, one of the girls had called it. Nolan had laughed, but then someone showed him the flag. He liked it, he decided. Everyone looked good in it.

Finally, he stopped at table three and its sole occupant.

“Here are your fries, Babe,” he greeted, setting his tray down. “My name is Parker. I’m taking over for Viv – she just went on her break. Let me know if I can get you anything else.”

He threw in a wink. How could he not?

[maliairis]

status: open where: a penthouse party

the apartment was busy, lights flashing in every corner of the large crowded room. an acquaintance of malia’s had invited her to the private party in the fancy apartment, but had disappeared on her almost as soon as she’d arrived, leaving the young woman alone with a boy who she assumed was the owner of the apartment. for some reason he must have assumed that she had been hired to wait on people and had simply shoved some beers and hors d'oeuvres into her arms before disappearing back into the crowd of people. struggling to hold the items in her hands, malia called for the person near her, a beer bottle dangerously close to falling out of from under her arm. “oh, shoot...“ she mumbled, then raising her voice slightly. “uh, help! the beer...” 

[alaricshines]

open starter.

location: a bar of your choice

it was raining. alaric hated when it rained, because it meant that their hair ( carefully constructed on top of his head to practically defy gravity ) and makeup ( dark eyeliner on a thickly applied glittery base ) were about to undergo dangerous territory. whipping out his black umbrella straight out of the cab, alaric hurried inside the busy bar, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room for a familiar face. as his gaze made its way across the room, his eyes got stuck on what he would so kindly classify a fashion disaster. alaric grimaced, leaning close to the person next to them. “ I might have to skip on the cosmos... witnessing that has made me dizzy enough. “