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Pink cowboy hat and atrocious lime green feather boa wrapped gracefully around his neck, Leo looked like a Wes Anderson fever dream amidst the raunchy country bar. One moment, he was laughing obnoxiously at something a blonde had said, merely giving her the reaction he suspected she wanted in hopes that he’d be able to take her home that night. However, his gaze landed on someone familiar across the bustling dance floor, standing on his own against a wall, looking grumpy as ever, “Oh! Lip!” he called, waving a hand but failing at catching the other’s attention. Deciding to take drastic measures, Leo heaved himself on top of the stationery table, shouting over top of the people now staring, “Lip! Lip Vincent!” Leo would’ve happily stayed there as long as it took to get Lip’s attention, but security eventually stepped in, snapping at Leo to get down from the table, “Alright, fine. Fuckin’ rude ass,” he mumbled, jumping down with a clumsy leap. Leo didn’t even bother excusing himself from his conversation, back to the blonde almost immediately as he shoved through the crowd to talk to Lip the hard way, “Well, howdy, pardner!” Leo crowed once he was finally in front of Lip, giant smile on his face. Plucking the cowboy hat off his head, he gave it a new home on his companion’s head, “Hot. A lerk. You should take it off soon, I’m gonna flood my basement if you keep lookin’ like a fuckin’ snack.”

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#lip.#:B #hate this........ SIHDGOISDG

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@norgodly, we might be perfect for each other if we didn't live in the real world.

you don't like to think of yourself as a dog. especially not one wearing a tight leash. but, when you hear those words come out of mandy's mouth, you can't help but feel a tug on your neck. something pulling you back. inching closer, something attainable within reach, only to be tugged backward. it's a cruel irony — wanting something you physically cannot have. in a way, you view mandy as you observe a drug. (or, a beer, to paint the picture better.) she might not be the driving blow, but the cycle will coax you back into the land of alcoholism and failure. a self-imploded ego until you're choking on your own vomit, tripping your way inside the hospital emergency room. (have you painted the picture clearly now? is your stomach churning enough to halt any desperation?)

"maybe." the excuse you were kids can only go so far — you're no longer teenagers hiding inside your bedrooms. you're now adults, with bills, with lives, with responsibilities that extend far beyond the confinements of this diner. but, it doesn't stop you from dropping the line anyway. "we were also kids, mandy. dumb fucking kids, we didn't know shit." teenagers who thought they knew how the world turned from their small homes on the southside. and they did know, far more than most teenagers did. (but they didn't know everything. they never thought they'd be in a room together again, and yet — look at them, now. eating apple pie in a diner on a saturday afternoon.)

"we thought we were living in the real world, but we were living in our world. this is the real world now."

#norgodly #norgodly * mandy.#LIP.#i... had to do this first teehee