#siouxfalls.

[damnkeaton]

@bcllerinaxnatalie

A plastic cup filled with way too much vodka and cheap cola from the local grocery store balanced carefully between Keaton’s knees, while he ate fast food mozzarella sticks that he didn’t even buy. Now that he thought about it, he had no idea where they even came from. He thrusted the paper container toward Natalie, with a hazy look in an eye that was supposed to suggest that he was offering to share but in reality didn’t even come across, as Keaton’s sunglasses were still on even though they were inside the hotel. “They’re so good, why don’t all fast food places make mozzarella sticks?”

[damnkeaton]

@jvliesimon

Keaton hopped down the stairs of the bus, his hair tied in a bun at the back of his head. The temperature was near perfect. Autumn seemed to be drawing closer, and he adored every second of it. But, the weather wasn’t perfect, considering the rain that tapped gently on the roof of the bus. The sound was rhythmic, and Keaton found even that relaxing. Of course, he was also a little bit high. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wore a dopey smile. He glanced at whoever was exiting the bus behind him, but she stood at the top of the stairs, holding up the line, as soon as she saw the rain. “I know you’re as sweet as sugar, Julie, but I promise you won’t actually melt.”