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STARTER FOR TRIP. ( @tripfm )
– SHE DOESN’T REALLY WANT TO DO IT, but the whole point of leaving is about tackling stuff you’re scared of, right ? so, she finishes her drink and places her glass back on the bar. pleasant, warm buzz courses through her when she comes up behind him to tug the arm of his suit. “ feel like dancing ? ”
STARTER FOR TRIP. ( @tripfm )
– BLAIR KNOWS JAMIE'S KEEPING THE SHIT THEY STOLE from the liquor store in the back of the pantry – the good shit, mind you, better than whatever ridiculously sweet punch ( probably to mask the taste of shitty vodka ) is sitting out on the kitchen counter. she’s in the back corner, hasn’t bothered to turn on the light in a closet she knows like the back of her hand, but she’ll regret it when a familiar face doesn’t notice her at first entrance.
“ wait, trip, don’t – ” she cries out just a little too late as the door clicks shut. “ . . . close that. ” blair’s arms fold over her chest as she stands across from him in the dim lighting of the confined closet. she can already feel the burn of her cheeks under the pressure of his gaze and she looks away, an annoyed huff escaping her lips. “ it locks from the inside, dipshit. ”
STARTER FOR TRIP. ( @tripfm )
– SHE FUMBLES WITH HER LIGHTER A MINUTE, leaning up against the wall in the back alley where they pick up the dumpsters. her head feels foggy, probably from everything that she drank during the meeting, not even caring which hands her favorite flask has ended up in. “ fuck, ” she mutters, unlit cigarette between her lips, snow starting to puddle around her shoes. eyes lift when she sees someone else walk out the back door, gaze locking with trip’s. the cigarette falls from her lips onto the wet asphalt and she covers it with the heel of her boot in a huff. she looks at him for a moment like she wants to say something, but she isn’t sure, even though she had plenty of offhanded remarks for him during the meeting. “ i . . . ” her breath comes out in a smoky cloud, “ i can’t do this right now. ”
STARTER FOR TRIP. ( @tripfm )
– THE DARK BLUE SWIPED OVER HER EYELIDS makes her feel like a different person, which is her favorite part of halloween. or maybe her favorite part of anything, stepping outside of herself – because, in reality, blair shapiro is not very interesting ; she’s a washed up, unsuccessful small towner, but it’s all the pretending that has always made her interesting. lost in fantasy, she doesn’t notice anyone at the bathroom door at first – which is wide open, light on . . . she’s just doing her makeup.
“ shit ! ” she jumps, tube of red lipstick clattering into the basin of the sink. “ jamie, you – ” eyes lock onto trip tadlock, which despite the elaborate disguise, still puts a bittersweet taste in her mouth. “ trip, ” she corrects herself, giving the britney ensemble a slow once-over. the most uncomfortable thing about all of this is how he used to remind her of home, now he reminds her of LA. she wishes he’d get out of jamie’s space already.
“ didn’t recognize you at first. very hot. you’re still freeloading ? ” she asks even though she knows the answer is yes, just pushing buttons to see if it’s something that’ll bother him or not.
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @tripfm. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: trip and max’s apartment.
WHEN MAX RETURNS TO THE LIVING ROOM with a bowl of warm, fresh popcorn, trip is already situated with monroe on his lap. the first musical number of a goofy movie has just ended when max slides down next to her roommate, heart filling with so much love from the proximity. she knows she hasn’t been easy lately, but these last couple of days have been better — considerably so. still, there’s something on her mind. trip can probably already tell, seeing as max wasn’t scream - singing to tevin campbell the way she uses to whenever this particular movie is on. « can i tell you something ? » she asks suddenly, moving slightly in her seat to face him.
location: the bar status: closed, for @tripfm
the bar’s so busy sloane’s losing her buzz just waiting to get a bartender’s attention. she’s drumming her fingers on the counter when she notices trip, also waiting, also looking bored out of their mind. she slides up next to him, and nudges her elbow against his. “what’s a girl gotta do for a drink, amirite? i mean, do i have to blow someone or something?” she chuckles, then looks around tentatively before slipping behind the bar. sloane shovels some ice into a cup, grabs a pair of shot glasses, then turns to trip. “any preferences?”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @tripfm. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: idk somewhere in woodstock they sell fancy clothes <3
SHE’S BROWSING THROUGH A RACK OF SHIRTS when she hears the curtain of trip’s changing room indicating that he’s ready for the reveal. it’s incredible how close the two have truly grown ever since trip came back — and quite honestly she’s honored he even thought to ask her on this, in her head anyway, important mission. max turns on her heel ready to inspect her roommate when she sees trip in some velvety mess — and her hand shoots up to cover her mouth, stifling a laugh. « i mean, » she begins, biting her lip. « in your defense i don’t think anyone can pull that off. and it’s way too narrow on your shoulders. » she walks closer to inspect him, pulling gently at his arm, adjusting the collar. « i think we’re going too big here. we need something simpler, more elegant. »
🐑 🍵 🌙
🐑 for a nickname my muse calls yours
she no longer has a nickname for him, though christian existed as ‘ son of a bitch ’ in her mind for a long time after their break - up. when they dated she’d use the occasional ‘ baby ’ or just use his full name. max has never called him chris and probably never will.
🍵 my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets
she will actually reveal 2 considering they’re sort of similar. max regrets kissing kc and hooking up with jamie, simply because she adores them and wants to be their friend and now feels as if things could’ve been easier, more natural with them had she not been so unhinged lmao. with kc it’s always been simple, he’s hard not to like, but sometimes max still feels like she maybe blurred some lines that shouldn’t have been crossed. she’s secure with kem, but perhaps there’s a small, just the teeniest tiniest part of her, that can’t help but wonder what if ?
when it comes to jamie their friendship has never come completely effortlessly even if they’ve been in each other’s lives for a long, long time. max worries that jamie feels that she used him, and she worries that this will somehow stain their friendship and that he’ll never let her all the way in because of this.
long story short max just thinks she would’ve been closer to both of them had she not let her heart act faster than her head.
🌙 for what a normal day looks like for my muse
max can sleep for days if given the chance, but she also loves long mornings and usually tries to get up around 7 am regardless of whether she has plans that day or not as it tricks her into feeling more productive than she really is. more often than not she fails though. she has a big breakfast because it is the most important meal of the day then she’ll pack her own lunch ( and sometimes trip’s ) and head to work. get home, make dinner, watch a movie, listen to music while she reads or writes. goes for a late night walk every evening. has sex with kem. takes a shower. goes to bed <3
