#iridxssa

[noahnibs]

[text] Let me make you dinner tonight. (dessa)

@iridxssa

[text] hell yeah! [text] did u think id ever say no to that?

[rangerkristoff]

iridxssa  ||  from here

“listen here, ranger rick.” dessa exclaims, lightly poking a finger over his chest with a determined look in her eye, and yes, she happened to be drunk, what about it? “we like…totally got off on the wrong foot when we first met but that doesn’t stop you from being incredibly hot…also kind of a pain, but again just…very very hot.”

     “thank you?” kristoff furrowed his brows in slight confusion, unsure whether he should be more flattered or insulted, but ultimately settling on vaguely amused. dessa seemed to be made only more bold and assertive by the influence of alcohol, whereas he felt like social interaction had only become moderately less stressful for himself. he was a little more open than usual. “i’ll try to stop being a pain.” he chuckled. “but i don’t think i can do anything about...the other part.”

[noahnibs]

@iridxssa​​ starter

     He was tugging on his collar, feeling halfway choked by the stiff button-up he never wore. Nibs was excited to be playing a number with Iridessa on stage tonight—but he would be just as eager to ditch the tie and get a drink as soon as they were done performing. “This is so not rock n’ roll, dude.”

[allishaw]

@iridxssa​  ||  carnival starter

     Allison felt like she deserved a little treat after working her ass off serving pizzas and fries in the other food stall—and she needed something cold. The funnel cake and ice cream stand called her name, and she answered, pulling some bills out as she walked up to the counter. Looking at the woman on the other side and feeling the camaraderie of knowing exactly how she felt in there, she asked, “What’s your favorite flavor?”