#elifalvey

[phoebeyates-archive]

○ location: eli’s music studio ○ status: closed for @elifalvey

The strumming on the guitar stilled to a natural silence as Eli had come back into the room. It was a routine they both had now, she’d come down for a couple of hours when Aslihan no longer needed her but she wasn’t ready to just go home, him trusting her enough to leave her be whilst he finished off work. When home alone for too long, Phoebe would end up thinking about the rabbit cult to the point she’d freak herself out, which wasn’t helping now that she was doing this whole ‘I’m an adult making it on her own’ thing.  Also the studio was nice. It was comforting in a similar yet different way from Elijah and Aslihan’s house, and she got to play instruments better quality than her own crappy guitar all but collecting dust in the corner of her living room. The living room where Foster had told her he also liked her and kissed her in a way that made her head spin and…

Yeah. That was another reason she didn’t like being alone in her apartment. It made her think about things that she didn’t really want to; like how and when things with Foster would end (because things did end, no matter what) and what they’d even label whatever it was going on between them, if they were to label it at all. No, it was best to just be here, in the studio, safe away from it all. “What’s your favorite Christmas song?” She asked, glancing up at Eli. “I can give myself like a few minutes to learn it for you, if you want?”

[reggiefalvey]

reggie 📲 reggie rescue squad.

Reggie: Stop changing the name back to this Reggie: Didn't see any St. David's Day posts from either of you 🤨 Reggie: Twmffats

[nadiamorgan]

location — drag brunch + bingo

character — @elifalvey

"I hope you don't mind, I ordered the pitcher of OJ and a bottle of champagne for us to share and when I say share, I mean, I get two glasses to your one." It wasn't a proper brunch if mimosas weren't passed around. "Also, I got us a few bingo cards each. I didn't know how many you could handle at a time, so I stuck with a safe number of two." It'd been too long since the pair of them had spent much time together, but seeing as she was at least trying to heal from the heartbreak she'd caused, she'd traded her lonely days for the company of another.

[atlaswilliams]

location — downtown at the vendors

character — @elifalvey

His chest ached from the night before, sleep deprivation daring to catch up with him as he waited for his fresh cut fries to come out. He heard a familiar voice near him, leaving the taller male to turn, gaze catching the handsome grin of the very person he should have been conflicted to see. Except he wasn't, not even in the slightest of ways. In fact, he was almost excited to have another run in with the very person he'd connected to with utter ease. "Hey you," he called out, hands deep in the front pockets of his jeans. Suddenly, he wasn't all that hungry, even if the smell had nearly driven him mad moments earlier. "How's it going? You here with someone, or can I steal you away for a bit? Fresh fries included. I'll even let you pick a condiment."

[ximenaflores]

who: @elifalvey​

where: expresso yourself

Ximena was nearing the end of her visit, still having a lot on her plate and debating how she should handle it. Should I Stay or Should I Go has been endlessly replaying her mind as it described her sentiments exactly; she never thought she’d get the chance to stay in America, but now that Nazli offered her a permanent job here, it seemed to be something worth at least trying. She tried to stir clear from alcohol, realizing it only causes her to make a fool of herself and opted for coffee instead, and while in the coffee place she spotted a familiar face, “Ay, can I get an autograph?” She joked as she approached Elijah, a lot more confident in her English since their first meeting. “I hope you weren’t too drunk to forget me.” She smirked.

[khalilhassan]

location: le cirque

character: @elifalvey​​

To no surprise, the nightclub was doing it’s best business ever. At least, it seemed fuller by comparison to the few nights he’d stopped in before. With various acts going on all around the building, he’d made a point of sticking close to the bar. If he kept filling himself up on liquor, he didn’t have to think of everything that had gone so wrong for him over the past week and just how clueless he felt towards fixing it. “There’s a cocktail on there called fire breather. You should try it. I’m convinced it’s just rubbing alcohol with a little lime. Better be careful though, it bites.” He’d tried it and after a few sips, he’d threw it back like a shot and had instant regrets. “Leaves a burn that might just last all night. Wouldn’t suggest drinking it and then going for a smoke.” From what he remembered, the man was a smoker. They’d only shared a few drinks together a time or two before, but Khalil was feeling lighter thanks to the shots and cocktail he’d downed. “So, have you watched any of the performances so far?”

[phoebeyates-archive]

Phoebe: so like what was the creepiest place you ever stayed in when you used to tour and stuff?

Phoebe: hope you don’t mind me just texting btw 😊 didn’t want to like bother asli

@elifalvey

[reggiefalvey]

closed for: @elifalvey

where: reggie's place in bighorn hills

"You can put that one there," Reggie directs, using a half-eaten Red Vine as a pointer of sorts as he gestures to the general empty floor space beside where his TV and PlayStation 5 were. He has yet to source a bedframe, but he had ensured he was able to play FC24 from the second the space was his for the duration of his lease.

( It was the only way Wales would ever lift a trophy. )

Initially, he had helped, lugging two boxes that had previously been stored at their parents inside where he would unpack them at some point in the near -- or more likely, slightly distant -- future. Like most things with Reggie, the effort trickled off to less than nothing, as a quick glance at his phone had ended up in him sprawled on his couch replying to Instagram DMs while he chewed his way through the remnants of last night's snack of choice.

"Is that the last one?" He asks, with full awareness that it was.