#nyclights.starter

[tctteredwings]

for: open location: leaves in the library

"What can I get you?" Leo looked up from his book when he sensed someone standing at the counter. Usually, when it was quiet he'd notice people come in and take note of where they were sitting immediately, occasionally heading over to take their order. Today, however, he'd been engrossed and hadn't realised straight away. "We've got some amazing cake in today..."

[jcdedmemories]

Starter for: Open @nyclights-starters

Location: Central Park

August was sitting in Central park and he loved to just see all of the different colors of the leaves that were appearing now that Autumn was here. As he looked around, he backed up to see if he could get a better view but that's when he realized he had stepped into someone and he turned quickly, looking at them. "I'm so sorry. I tend not to look where I'm going. It's a really bad habit of mine and I wish I would just do better but I'm struggling." August laughed.

[drreamgirls]

open / some bar downtown around midnight

The bar outside is loud but at least in here the floor isn’t as sticky, and she can pretend she is not fucked up on her, does not care anymore, everything is okay, will be okay, she is fine, really. She is so "fine" that she has only had to step outside for a smoke three times and not ten, and has only had two cocktails and a shot. Well, technically, one and a half cocktail... she has not finished her second drink yet.

She is reapplying her siren red lipstick with a little brush, so delicately, it’s a dream.

“I love your outfit.” Lin is slurring slightly, her voice a velvety drawl. She is in an excessively short dress and thigh high boots, her movements quick, sharp yet delicate, her hand extremely steady; she does not smile, and her voice is quite detached and dreamy, but everything about her is friendly enough and inviting, cutting her eyes towards them fleetingly. She swirls the last of her perfect color, and makes eye contact with them in the mirror. “Really cool!” she compliments the stranger, though part of her —aloof, opaque— remains apart.