⚡️ * ◞ 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 , 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑠 . @silastm
perhaps one of the few people hailing from the upper east side that juni actually gets along with is silas . not - so - oddly enough , she gets along well with his twin , and she wonders how she managed that . bewitchingly high maintenance and overly materialistic , it’s a miracle that she even has people in her life who can put up with her antics , and it’s also a miracle that silas is in her life . he’s essentially the ying to her yang , the person who talks her down from the metaphorical ledge whether that be a tossed drink , a flippant remark , or the methodical toss of a fist . now , juni is fully aware that clubs are not silas’ scene — specifically , a sweaty body filled club where bodies are pressed too closely together and with music so loud that one could not process their own thoughts . this is also , unsurprisingly , a place where juni thrives . clad in a versace mini dress where one false move would display more than desired and while double fisting two drinks of different colors , juni expertly maneuvers the crowd and beams when entering the vip section once more . ‘ si ! ’ juni drapes herself onto the velvet couch and downs her martini in one gulp . ‘ c’mon , don’t you want to at least dance ? there’s so much ... potential tonight . ’ she shakes his shoulders out of petulance and lets a pout form onto glossed petals . ‘ the last thing happening tonight is us sitting glued to this chair . i will literally cry if we do . ’