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[bxbydcll]

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KENNY: hey

KENNY: it's kennedy in case you haven't got my number saved but um

KENNY: i just wanted to say sorry for the gala night

KENNY: not sorry that i

KENNY: i mean, i'm sorry i ran away from you 😅

KENNY: and sorry i was so tipsy! 🥂

[violetstclair]

iMessage to Nic the Dic

VI: I found your stupid sweatshirt

VI: come get your stupid stuff

VI: you stupid head

[theultrcviolet-blog]

@lvmani

    she was drunk. champagne. it was free, what was she to do? say no? never. for the past two hours, she had been sipping on a seemingly never-ending glass. the gala is exactly what she expected, a room full of people who dressed up to try and become people they weren’t in their mundane day to day lives. jasper and her had come together and done their best to mock most of the crowd as they isolated themselves to a far corner of the enormous room. as time passed the pair wandered from the other and she was now doing the mocking by herself. typical.  the more she drank the more she seemed to sulk in her corner. the alcohol was only fueling whatever pent-up issues she had kept hidden for so long. as her mocking and self-depreciating continued she spotted nic in the crowd. attached to his arm was a slight blonde. something inside her cringed - why did this bother her? without a conscious thought, she was pushing her way over to them, finishing the contents of her glass. when she reached nic she wrapped him in a hug, no warning, no permission, she just went for it. and with absolutely no warning or forethought words began tumbling from her lips,  “do you remember the last time we got all fancied up? - cause I do.”

[bxbydcll]

@lvmani!!

    kennedy’s legs ached a little where they were swinging, held up by nic’s more than capable arms. one of their hands clutched at his broad shoulder so that they didn’t just slip right off his back while the other tucked the definitely TOO large stuffed animal tightly by their side. from their vantage point perched on his back, they’re able to nuzzle their head against his sweetly, a blithe smile on their lips. they’re buzzing both from the sugary cotton candy they had shared and just from nic’s company alone. the night had practically been a dream, too perfect to put into words. it was like every romantic montage they’ve ever seen in their favorite chick flicks but instead of lasting only a few minutes like in the movies, they’d had nic’s attention for hours. “ you’re gonna wanna take a left on this next corner, ” they mumble into the sweet-smelling tiny curls around his ear, lips brushing against his earlobe with a breathy giggle. “it’s not too much further now. ” there’s a hint of sadness in the statement -- they want tonight to go on forever. parting ways with nic now seems like a injustice. they don’t want to wake up.

[bxbydcll]

@lvmani!!

    they have a silky pink trench coat on that’s long enough to be a dress and they could not be happier. actually, they nearly wanted to wear nothing under said trenchcoat and that would make them happier ( more free, you know? ) but this is second best. besides, the invite had said formal attire and the coat/dress alone probably didn’t constitute ‘attire’ of any kind. they’re still a bit more off-kilter than their typically suited or evening gown wearing companions but that was alright. kenny lived an off-kilter life. their makeup was done with extreme precision, wing sharp enough to cut but a glitter pink lid softening the whole look. they feel like glitter personified though a lot of that has to do with the slight buzz of alcohol running through their system. kenny didn’t drink, as a rule. too many bad memories. but they’ve sipped a flute of champagne and now they’re floating on cloud nine. they give a little spin in their coat from just how exuberant they feel and very nearly stumble into someone in the process. small hands grabbing onto suit lapels, kennedy draws in a breath to apologize when they tip their head up to spot none other than a very dapper looking nicolas. “ oh wow , ” they murmur in aw, stunned beyond the point of even offering a greeting. or letting go.

[theultrcviolet-blog]

iMessage to nic nacks

VIOLET: sooo i might be in denver

VIOLET: and i MIGHT want to see you