○ location: the jagged yard, friday 12th january 2024 ○ status: closed for @sebvora
Life fucking sucked recently. Which was probably overdramatic, but didn't make it any less true to Phoebe. Her and Foster weren't speaking, and since the fucking gift debacle, the staff at the museum were being worse than usual. She was doing everything in her power to actively not be there, and when Aslihan let her go early for the day, there was only one person on her mind who'd come and get drunk with her before it even turned to dusk outside.
What she loved about Seb was that he didn't ask any fucking questions, and his presence was easy to melt her worries away.
When he excused himself to head to the bathroom, it meant leaving Phoebe sat in the booth they claimed for thesmelves, and to her own devices; deciding her time would be of better use getting lost in a world of mindlessly tapping through Instagram stories than doing anything as insane as thinking, when a gentle voice got her attention. She had looked up, frowning in confusion at the stranger - a beautiful blonde who identified herself as Violet - who seemed to warn her about 'men like Seb Vora'. Phoebe listened to her tale of being seduced and then kicked to the curb, feeling momentarily bad for her, though it wasn't exactly like Seb hid his intentions when hooking up with people.
When Violet eventually left the booth, Phoebe put her phone away, sitting up straighter as her friend appeared. "Violet says hi." She informed him, an impish grin on her lips, wondering if Seb would even recognize the name before she delved into what Violet actually said to her.












