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“I’m so happy you’re finally here!” They were always a force to be reckoned with together. “Took you more time that I would’ve liked, but it’s okay,” she jokes with her older sister, handing her more things out of her suitcase as she helps her unpack. She’s been smiling so widely since she saw her, her mouth was starting to hurt! “I have so much to tell you.”
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– THE UPPER DECK OF THE BOAT IS DEFINITELY THE WINDIEST LOCATION on board. but the cold feels good with everything else blair has in her system, overheated cheeks and heart pumping blood at a faster rate. the spray of the water each time the boat parts the waves of the river is satisfying and loud, making the music sound like a beautiful, faraway echo. it’s not that she needs to be alone, but nisa’s entrance disturbing the peace is definitely the number one most unwanted presence right now. there’s no hint of betrayal on her features, after all, blair knows such a thing isn’t rational – if there was any sort of tryst between them, it was always unspoken.
usually, blair’s favorite kind. usually.
“ escaping the party already ? ” blair asks, attempting to tuck nisa into a mental ‘jamie’ box, and to look at her through the glass. even if she thinks the whole thing is a sham anyways, it's pretty obvious that it's safer to keep her distance now. at least such a lens allows blair to still be critical, judgmental. not everything has to change. “ don’t tell me you aren’t getting enough attention – jamie won’t dance with you ? ”
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Truth be told, he fully contemplated heading back home when he first got to work for a late shift and saw he’s sharing a shift with Nisa. Everything is a royal mess and he doesn’t want the extra headache she would bring him. But unfortunately, Chase needs the money and he isn’t looking to get fired now. It’s not the time. So he ignores her, and that works perfectly fine with her being busy helping customers around and him dealing with other tasks that don’t require human interaction. That peace doesn’t last too long because now he has to clean around and he needs the help. Chase’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head when he sees the brunette not helping. “The store’s not going to clean itself, Nisa. What are you even doing?”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @nisafm. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: woodacre barn.
THERE’S NOT A SINGLE FIBER OF HER BEING that wants to do this, but maxine knows she has to. whatever pain nisa has inflicted upon her has never been intentional, at least max doesn’t think it is, and whilst whatever’s been brewing between herself and kc has been present for some time now she can’t help but think that perhaps she’s become her own worst nightmare now. one didn’t show up in a matching costume with just anyone.
she’s become so quick to assume after her confidence was torn down.
« nisa, » maxine calls out once she’s close enough for the other girl to hear her. « hey. » this is about the most amount of words she’s ever contributed to in a conversation with her. she doesn’t really know where to go from here. « your costume looks great. »
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– BLAIR IS NOT KNOWN FOR BEING A HELPFUL PERSON. but she is curious. in fact, she’s fascinated by how this entire battle of the bands situation will play out, and watching ethan pace around the house in a panicked frenzy has been holding her amusement for the past few days. so, in order to keep hanging around, she is, in fact, helping a little. “ move it, princess, ” blair orders, elbow out to nonchalantly brush nisa to the side as she carries one very heavy amp to center stage. it drops with a resounding thud.
hands on her hips as she surveys the stage, which is small, and the ground in front of it muddy and even smaller, placed behind a bigger, better stage. regardless of how good they are, it’ll be amazing if they can even draw a crowd, because she can’t imagine anyone will be able to find them back here. “ wow. you better make some fucking noise, ” it’s a general observation, back to the stereo system as she finally allows her attention to fall to nisa. it’s controlled, careful, and the first time blair’s really LOOKED at her since she watched her leave on new year’s eve.
– another thing she tries not to think about, which is just as well. trying to wrap her mind around being kissed like that would probably do her in. she’d get too hung up on the angle, the why of it all. there’s a cursory glance at the bass nisa carries, eyebrows arching in some interest.
“ can you actually play that thing ? ” she asks, genuinely, but there’s a challenging lilt to her tone.
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– IT’S NOT ACTUALLY ENDING. it can’t be, obviously, but every second the power stays off is some sort of glorious ‘what if.’ and blair loves those, the in-betweens, where no one is sure of anything and nothing is definite failure or success. shrodinger’s shitty woodstock apartment. she wonders if she’ll find jamie or kc back by the fuse box, so that’s where she heads next, stumbling through the dark down the hall, chunky sketchers clomping in her wake.
that’s when they collide. it’s a feeling she’d know anywhere, and she recognizes the sequins of the dress – already having imagined what they’d feel like between her fingers from across a crowded room, remembers the scent of high-end perfume. no one else at this messy party smells that good. but the avoidance tonight has been purposeful, gaze not even resting long enough to count as acknowledgement after the embarrassment of being carried home piss drunk the other night.
“ jeez, we’re seconds from apocalypse and you STILL can’t stay out of my fucking way ? ” blair asks, voice a low hiss, almost under her breath. if she sounds annoyed, that’s because she is, thwarted by the universe and a missing fuse box. still, it’s not like she moves to run.
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– “JUST A SECOND!” BLAIR CALLS FROM THE BATHROOM. she’s taking a pair of scissors to the hair at the line of her forehead, but she’s one inch away from the snip that would turn the strands that generally frame her face into bangs. the knock at the door comes again and blair kicks the door open for them with her foot, a huffed sigh escaping her lips. she’s still holding her hair in one hand, scissors in the other. this morning she was thinking her forehead looked kind of big anyway, and now she’s itching like crazy for a change that she can control. she catches nisa’s eye only momentarily. “ can you have some fucking patience ? i’m doing something in here. ”
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– THE NIGHT STARTS TO WANE, blair’s high from earlier wearing off a little but she’s still got that funny floating feeling, light and airy as she makes her way through the barn. it’s a cool october night, but the air feels heavy and warm, or maybe that’s just the combination of substances that she’s put in her body. she rounds the corner, not too distracted by the pulsing music to catch sight of nisa in her costume, hat slightly askew on her head.
“ hey there, princess, ” blair greets, probably overstepping personal space as she reaches to swipe her thumb across nisa’s cheek. ‘ you’re a little smudged, ’ ironic observation coming from the girl who’s probably lost most of her makeup look by now.
“ who would’ve thought that i’d ever see you looking less than perfect ? ” she teases, leaning up against the side of the barn. “ what would all your fancy socialite friends say about all this ? nisa sunay, at a bumfuck, illinois barn party. glad to see we’re not too far beneath you after all. ”eyes sparkle with a sort of mischief in the dim light, but her smile isn’t totally uninviting.
