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found an old pic from my last year in college w my old roomie (or prumie as she hated me calling her lmaoo). hot. sexy. a+. would die for her and the times we had 🫦
💬 fr sloane + prue bc i like Sad
💬 for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party.
sloane [ 3:20 pm ] she’s like so rich its like i get it u could buy me an island if u wanted to big deal ..
sloane [ 3:21 pm ] but yeah shes. kind of nice. idk. rich people nice. funny. idk. rich people funny. u know how that always goes with me. bad idea
sloane [ 3:22 pm ] that being said no i would not be against inviting her tomorrow. probably would be kind of funnnnnn i guess. my hands r tied. ive convinced myself.
“May I have this dance?”
The Dance || Accepting
Iron grey skies and biting winter winds keep the coffee shop busy until Jay has no choice but to put up the “Closed” sign so she can get her bases covered, ordering supplies and giving the ovens and espresso machines a well-deserved break. And with the weathermen on at least four different stations predicting that this sudden cold snap is expected to last the rest of the week at the very least, it seems like she’s going to have her hands more than full.
As the snow piles up outside, she ties back her hair and turns on the stereo, plugging her phone into it. Beth doesn’t really pay attention to it all, she never really does, but this time her fingertips are aimlessly wandering the rim of her cup where her whipped-cream snowman is pulling a Frosty into the depths of the steaming cocoa below. Her fox-point chin propped on the flat of her other palm, she doesn’t even notice the music at first as she watches people rushing through the streets outside.
Soundgarden, Lady Gaga, Maroon 5...none of it seems to fit the mood. Especially when they’re paired by the sound of long metal trays clattering in the industrial skins in the back of the shop. She doesn’t note when things grow silent, or when Jay stalks back up to the front. Picks up the water bottle for the plants and...squirts her right in the neck. The shriek that follows announces the direct, chilly hit. Followed by stifled laughter and a huff from Prue, curled up by the far wall, near the floor heater.
“C’mon kid. You’re killing me with banality.”She’s known Jay too long to be offended by the word ‘kid’.
When nothing else seems to work on Beth and she goes back to staring out into the grey world beyond the rime-coated glass, she hears something muttered under her best friend’s breath, words she can’t quite pick out, and there’s an abrupt change of music. It’s impossible not to recognise the song from the opening snare drum and cowbell; a song as old as they are and yet still wholly beloved.
And of course the second that Jay asks her to dance, she’s on her feet and they’ve got a whole floor show choreographed for the song, Beth doing Fred’s bits, Jay doing Kate’s, and both of them dancing along. Shimmying this way and that, doing old dances like the Monkey too.Beth doesn’t know if there’s a real Love Shack, but she kind of hopes it does. She also hopes that everyone has a Jay in their life that can pull them out of any funk with a little silliness and a lot of jiggling and laughter.
“Bang bang bang on the door, baby.”“Knock a little louder sugar!”“Bang bang bang, on the door baby!”And there really IS glitter everywhere, though the mattresses are upstairs.
Neither of them even notice Clint coming in and leaning in the doorway, watching the goings on.
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lol that moment when you find an old strung-out picture of you and your ex/one of your best friends and you both look so much healthier and happier now because drugs are a fucking bitch. glad we’re sober af now, prue. it’s a good look for us and we need to meet up for an updated picture soon where we both look bomb as hell.
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