#ft. holiday

[leylademirci]

who: @holiday-diaz where: poshed & sloshed

Poshed and Sloshed was technically open tonight, but the room still carried that other feeling. The one it had during Leyla’s closed-door, no-advertising, don’t-ask-too-many-questions gatherings. The lights were low, the music softer, the air easy.

Leyla looked up from the bar just as Holiday walked in like she owned the place. A smile crossed her face, the kind reserved for the handful of people she actually let slip past her guard. Holiday slid onto a stool, and Leyla reached automatically for a glass, already knowing what she’d pour. Old habits.

"Still funny you walked into one of my ‘closed’ nights and just… stayed," she said with a soft huff. "Most people would’ve ran." She set the drink down in front of her. "But you didn’t so," Leyla added, tilting her head, "what are we drinking to tonight? Survival? Bad decisions? New beginnings?"

[leylademirci]

who: @holiday-diaz where: breaking point

Leyla tightened her helmet, then glanced at Holiday, who had a bat propped on her shoulder like it was just another walk in the park. The room buzzed with soft music, you could feel the upcoming destruction. Stacked plates, old TVs lined up. It was catharsis, all set to go. She tilted her head, checking out Holiday through her visor. "Just so we're clear," she said coolly, "this was your idea. I'm just here for good vibes and hitting things perfectly." A small smile played on her lips as she walked toward a pile of stuff to break. "If you yell while you swing, I won't judge. I might even join in."

Leyla grabbed another bat and held it out, pointing it at one the junk piles. "Only fun rules apply, no big life realizations. We smash, we laugh, and we leave feeling a bit better than when we got here." She paused, eyes sparkling. "Ready to destroy some stuff that really didn't do anything wrong?"