#kaiwintersons

[sydneyquin]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.   @kaiwintersons​      last week was…   well…  SOMETHING ( shitty ) !     it’s been two nights since the last grimace at its thought.  shame is easier swallowed these days …  for this we thank decades of practice.  it doesn’t loom around the house of her mind like poltergeist on creaky ground.  it does influence where she takes him tonight.     sid flashes the man in her passenger seat that toothy grin.    it’s the sort that shows her youth,  when eyes cannot.   tupac sings them his california love.   it’s,  of course,  a classic… yet mostly done to make her friend squirm.  he doesn’t seem the gangsta rap kind and who else is gonna put it to the test?          “  so,   smart dude.   any guesses where we’re going tonight? “  with the wiggly brows.     he’d requested out of town.   have you noticed?   rules are nudges in the technically right  / definitely boring  direction.   at least they are in her neck ‘a the woods,  and hell—-  they’re knee-deep in the undergrowth with sid’s hands on the wheel.  

[julienesbit]

@kaiwintersons​

julia knows matt by the smell of cheap cologne he rides in on.  matt though, might not have been expecting her.  she usually works the nightshift, but this shitty, bright saturday morning, she’s called into the diner at the crack of dawn (11am, the horror).  let the smudged eyeliner and bottle of ibuprofen that rattles in her purse prove as evidence of the well-spent night beforehand.  the effects of her hangover seem to double when her least favourite (but best tipping) regular strides in.  the dark-haired man who accompanies him isn’t of note, to julia.  she’s much more focused on the sleazy problem that sits beside him.  but luckily for her, the usual leering and crude compliments are put on ice, for the sake of his company.  embarrassed, are we?  clearly.  no sooner had he come in, does matt provide an excuse to leave.  he slams down a meagre pile of cash on his way out, leaving his companion to dine alone.   “ oh c’mon, are you fucking kiddin’ me?! ”   julia complains, loudly.  making her rounds to clear the table, she picks up the scant pile of crumpled dollar bills left behind for her.  a poor excuse for a tip, but especially from matt.  she will direct her ire to the next best thing: whoever this asshole is who came in with him.   “ hey, listen -- tell your buddy, yeah? ... if he’s gonna come in here every day of the week that ends with a ‘y’ and stare at my ass, he better keep paying me like it. ”

[sydneyquin]

  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.   @kaiwintersons​

  this is the epitome of power.   sid dons sheer lace,  slithering down each wrist.  sid,  taller than most of the men here in these fuckin’ boots.  sid,  managing in spite of them,  to execute the perfect time warp.  not just once.  not just twice.  oh no,  this vampire-demon-whatever queen is a professional. she’s reaching the hundred mark.  about every kid in this place has filtered in and out of her dance corner, but none so much as wednesday and pugsley addams.      kai,  always a man on the outside looking in,  and always a man--- no wings or tails or horns tonight--- leans back and observes.  unfortunately,  sid loves this man,  which means there’s no escape from her torture.  did he seriously think he’d get away without busting a groove tonight?  like a true sadist,  sid waits until the last ten minutes of this set before reeling in her hook.  while seven year olds are jumping to the left,  sid puts good use to her power.  it comes in eye-level request with the kids more family by now.  well.  request is one word.  bribe is another.     “ go on,  get old man over here,  will ya?  ---there’ll be a pack of tim-tams in it for BOTH of you ---- if you can make it happen.  “   with that deadly wink,  made all the more deadly with blood on her face and horns in her hair.