dallas 📲 angel.
Dallas: You want in on this betting pool for whether we'll see any flower-theme catastrophes this week?
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dallas 📲 angel.
Dallas: You want in on this betting pool for whether we'll see any flower-theme catastrophes this week?
for: @firefighterrojas
where: sharky's monster mash
With a Poké Ball in hand, Ziggy lets himself be incensed by Chappell Roan's voice booming through the venue, preaching a message that he could heavily relate to as he watched the hunky Hercules who had caught his eye the second he stepped in the bar move through the crowd.
( H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go! )
Being demure and mindful wasn't get him far as Eyelashes refused to make eye contact with him so he made do with what he had. With a gentle but deliberate toss, he lets his Poké Ball fly and aims it so it landed squarely against Angel's chest, the thrower following on in hot pursuit as he gives himself a reason to speak to him.
"Uh oh," Ziggy says like his wholly intentional actions were some sort of fateful accident, "Looks like I caught you."
Starter: @firefighterrojas Where: Oasis
"Jesus christ..." Glancing down at the belligerently drunk man that fallen on the floor, hurling, Connie instinctually moves her legs away. However she does find the human empathy within her to push past her instinctual distain to look down and make sure he was at least okay. Luckily, the stranger pulls himself up off the ground with a great proclamation of success. For what exactly, Connie doesn't know. With a champaign glass dangling from between the middle and index fingers of an backward stretched palm, she swings her body around to step off the stool clear of the mess on the floor. "I hate tourists." She promptly mutters, unbeknownst it being loud enough for the stranger behind her to hear.
lucky 📲 angel.
Lucky: Hey, I have a huge favor to ask you Lucky: [2 minutes later] Lucky: Also how are youuu
closed for: @firefighterrojas
where: 🕺🏼
"This might be my second favorite look of yours," Ziggy announces as he adjusts Angel's tie just for an excuse for contact, "Second only to your uniform, obvi."
While he preferred to attend these sorts of things with one of his girls to ensure the funnest night possible, it would be a lie to say Angel hadn't been in back of his mind at random intervals on the rollercoaster of an evening he was having.
"Are you here with anyone? Do I need to be jealous?"
Closed: @firefighterrojas
Location: The Reef Bar
"Hey, just the person I'm looking for you," she smiled as she walked up to Angel. A friend of Fia's wanted to fundraise for a local wildlife conservation center and came up with the idea of doing so via calendars. Fia was tasked with finding individuals from all walks of life to partake in the photoshoot. It would make a great gag gift just in time for the holidays. "How would you like to be the month of July in a fundraiser calendar?"