#raine.

[herwildwhisper]

🍺+ what's the last time you got laid?

“That’s so far from being any of your fuckin’ business that it almost ain’t funny, Jones.” She laughs it off, quiets herself with a shot; waves down the bartender for another.

Tries not to think about Sam. 

Fails spectacularly. 

Considers the risk-reward of sending him a text. 

Decides against it. As long as Raine’s near, anyway.

(Three days ago, at the motel.)

[clvischao]

closed starter for @ffsraine

elvis had just taken a hold of his frappuccino when he turned around and his arm hit a girl. having not placed a cap on his coffee, some spilled over but luckily onto the floor and not the girl. she looked vaguely familiar, like a face he’d seen in passing before but nothing more than that. “shit, aw.” he said as the liquid hurt his skin. “fuck.” he cursed as he took a switched the cup to his other hand and waved his hand around to cool it down. “i didn’t get any on you, did i?” he asked.

[stickylikea]

closed      for:    @ezhypen! premise:      it's      raine's      album      release      party,      &      her      ex      showed      up      uninvited.      a      messy      relationship      that's      constantly      in      headlines,      and      has      everyone      placing      their      bets      on      how      long      until      they      get      back      together      ...      or      inevitably      break      up      for      good.

                                    ❝      what      are      you      even      doing      here?      can't      you      read      the      room?      tonight's      an      important      night      for      me      ...      ❞      hates      that      she      feels      like      she      has      to      reprimand      him,      but      even      more      so      ⸻      hates      that      god      damn      look      on      his      face.      smug?      embarrassed?      ...      sincere?      she      can't      tell.      it's      always      a      perpetual      mindfuck      when      he's      involved.      despite      somehow      rounding      him      up      within      a      corner,      privacy      a      dwindling      feat,      she      keeps      tone      leveled.      (      the      last      thing      she      needed      was      a      nasty      argument      breaking      out      right      now.      )      hand      clasps      over      his      shoulder,      hues      narrowed,      on      the      cusp      of      begging      him      to      just      leave.      ❝      it's      nice      and      all      if      you      wanted      to      come      support      me,      but      i      don't      need      it.      ❞

[herwildwhisper]

🍺+ what are you hiding?

“Not hidin’ anything, Raine. Fucking Christ.” She’s starting to feel it, two beers in and whiskey slick down her throat: she doesn’t feel the burn the way she did when she started out. Goddamn.

“How come you’re askin’, huh? What. You think I’m some runaway convict, or whatever?”

[xxigray]

☺

You have an extensive knowledge for alcohol, survival and perseverance. It’ll help if you cap the night off with a whiskey though, regardless of what you say. Heh.

[invxcta-blog]

[ That moment when you want to slap your Muse’s face. ]

[ryker-rola-blog-blog]

Text || wet sock

Ryker: hey man

Ryker: you've got kittens on hand right?