#haloclub

[tartt9]

@haloclub // continued from here !

[ text: vip room ] yk it [ text: vip room ] i'm not cheating on u i swear down uve still got the best club [ text: vip room ] coach has just been keeping me busy [ text: vip room ] can't promise that xx 😘😘😘😜😜😜 [ text: vip room ] nothing better then vanilla vodka and u know it x

[choicescreen]

@haloclub

the toothpick in his mouth, taken from the little dispenser at the counter when he paid for his meal, has turned nearly soggy. he contemplates this as he gnaws on the wood, splintering it on his tongue. he spies a man holding his thumb out on the side of the road. once he pulls over on the shoulder of the road, he rolls down his window. “ -- where ya’ headed? “

[desafia]

@haloclub​ / continued 

❛❛      hi   there!   what   can   i   get   you?   i   can   guess   ——————   you   look   like   you   could   use   something   𝘰𝘯   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳   𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.   an   old   -   fashioned?   whiskey   sour?   i   suggest   the   whiskey   sour,   but   𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚   𝙖   𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚   𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙮.      ❜❜   i   smile,   my   arms   splayed   and   resting   on   the   bartop.   ❛❛      𝙞𝙩'𝙨   𝙤𝙣   𝙩𝙝𝙚   𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚.      ❜❜   my   head   tilts,   and   my   smile   grows   into   a   grin.   i   pick   up   a   glass,   waiting   on   the   order.   there's   nothing   like   bartending,   𝘪𝘵   𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴   𝘮𝘦   𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭   𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳   𝘵𝘰   𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

             environments such as this are optimal for losing herself within.  the buzz of energy,  the waves of music and sea of faces,  it all lends to the ability to forget herself and her endless troubles.  she can just be an invisible stranger in the corner of bar for a few hours.  she can pretend to be a real,  whole person.  it is all she desperately wants as wide,  sage hued eyes turn up towards the bartender.  it’s a somewhat shy smile which tugs at her lips,  wavering in consideration a moment before she responds.  hands lift,  a little uncertain  ❛  maybe something sweet—with fruit?  i like fruit.  ❜  spending the entirety her twenties locked in a lab certainly does not lend to an abundance of familiarity with the world of cocktails.  it doesn’t really lend to familiarity with anything as normal as this,  but she is learning.  

[ltdice-a]

*    (    re:   )          the  other  line        .   .   .        accepting.    ∗ o4﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  excitement.      @haloclub​

✉️    outgoing  sms  to    [   bae(k)  jeong-u  ]    :    hey hey hey guess what ✉️    outgoing  sms  to    [   bae(k)  jeong-u  ]    :     i bought the prettiest dress today  ✉️    outgoing  sms  to    [   bae(k)  jeong-u  ]    :     by prettiest i mean hottest ✉️    outgoing  sms  to    [   bae(k)  jeong-u  ]    :    i need an excuse to wear this now

[wellfell]

[ 📲 ─ relic creep . 💋 ] you know i think there should be a level of hell for men that leave you after one drink . . .

[ 📲 ─ relic creep . 💋 ] i thought i looked cute tonight . :( it's crushing my confidence .

[ 📲 ─ relic creep . 💋 ] i know you told me my personal life doesn't matter to you but you reply to my texts so ig you kinda miss me . 🥺🔪

  —  @haloclub .   /   LATE NIGHT TEXT.

[dreamingyou]

( 😍 ) a text about their crush

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾ @haloclub sent a meme. still accepting. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╭₊˚๑ TEXT MSSG TO... Jeongu, Strobe Angel.₊˚੭ Maybe I've had too much wine but I've been thinking about this person I had something for about two decades ago. Very pretty and lived in Chicago... He was very tall and had klepto tendencies. Tidy mustache and never had sleeves on his shirt...?

╭₊˚๑ TEXT MSSG TO... Jeongu, Strobe Angel.₊˚੭ He never knew I existed, I wasn't exactly material in his world.

╭₊˚๑ TEXT MSSG TO... Jeongu, Strobe Angel.₊˚੭ But his cousin was also beautiful. She kind of looked like an ancient painting. I would watch them skip rocks over a pond. Anyway... This man, he had a very pretty accent. It sounded cold and snappy. It's too late to be reminiscing. Good night!

[tartt9]

@haloclub asked // where’s your sense of adventure ? // from here !

Typically, Jamie's of the mind that he can play up his persona in public spaces - he can be loud, cocky, bold, Jamie fucking Tartt, but he can't be himself. It only takes one person to see him doing anything they deem incorrect and post it to every fucking footy forum they can find, it only takes one tweet, one Insta story, one fucking Facebook post to ruin his career. He knows that. It's how he's lived his life since before he got his Premier League contract. He's a representative of his club and his country, he needs to act like it.

But tonight... well, things are different. Maybe it was the match he'd just played, maybe it was the environment of the club, maybe it's the incredibly fucking tall man he's talking to. Jamie looks up at him, drink in hand, fingers tapping at the sides of his glass. "Fuck it, yeah," he says, more to himself than to the other. "What's your plan, then?"

[wellfell]

 ❛ that's not a nice way to make someone pay you back . ❜

  —  @haloclub   /   one-liner