#ten23.start

[thecbastcn]

⤷ .. 1 new SNAP

THEO : if  you  have  peaches .... THEO : i  would  like  your  dodo  code asap ????

[lctely]

— OPEN. 

the moment the beginning of the 2009 hit ‘good girls go bad’ hit stevie’s ears, she was swallowing the last of her ( 4th? 5th? ) drink and breaking into dance. she warbled along with the song, singing, “’cause just one night couldn't be so wrong, i’m gonna make you lose control.” she locked eyes with the person nearest her, offering them a ridiculously tipsy happy grin. “i love this song! come and dance with me!!”

[eastdrakc]

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east: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/af/fa/5d/affa5d2443451ef85b428dd0f1a766ca.jpg

east: FUCK DONT OPEN THAT

east: it's a pic for my mom who is bothering me about fire island. i can't have that going around town

[emilelipkin]

The bodega around the corner from his apartment building stopped serving  their breakfast menu precisely at 11:00 A.M. and not a second later. It was why Simon hauled ass to get down there when he happened to wake up at 10:34 A.M. for the first time in over a month. Their pastrami, egg, and cheese was that good that now that he finally had the chance to grab one he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by despite being hungover from one too many after shift drinks. 

Simon arrived to the bodega in a stupor at 10:56 A.M. He had on his trashed converse (without socks), a pair of olive green joggers, and a favorite pullover that was two or three holes shy of looking intentionally distressed. A yawn escaped him as he waited in line in the deli queue with a Guinness in hand and a fresh squeezed pineapple juice happy he’d gotten his order in. He watched as a poor soul got in line behind him asking for something off the breakfast menu. The fool had arrived at 11:02 and were promptly denied and Simon watched as they were forced to change their order right before his eyes. 

“They’re downright tyrannical over their breakfast menu,” he began starting up some small talk. “That’s an atomic clock up there,” Simon said pointing to the large clock that hung above the grill. “I once tried to get a pastrami, egg, and cheese at 11:00:30 and they refused,” he explained. He could sympathize with the other’s loss. 

[dreaamshake]

— OPEN. 

“UGH, plane travel is so bad for my skin,” diana whined, peering at her blemish-free skin in her little compact mirror. “it’s going to take at least a week to re-hydrate my skin.” she snapped the compact shut, turning a vaguely disinterested eye on the other person. “—anyway, what were you saying?” as if she really cared.

[supernovasiciliana]

yes, luce, you love italy. we know, you love italy so much. the words would be tempting to anyone who knew lucile bianchi, the sicilian supernova, whose love for her country was documented to the supreme. which was of course not typical of italians — often themselves the unpatriotic sort — but she did enjoy flaunting both it, and the good old bianchi genes that had blessed her so well. sicily’s sunshine is missed sorely, but she is able to muster an appreciative smile for what the big apple can give her, script balanced upon her knees as she mulled it over, drink in-hand.

“if you’re coming to say you missed me, i already know that,” a pause, “but you’re welcome to say so anyway.”

[ceciliaisms]

the returnee — after some while’s absence —  ducked back into ten23, relieved to see the familiar surroundings, and hopefully people ( though you never knew, truly, who came and left; sometimes they’d be gone without a goodbye, and you’d be left pondering whether to text their number to see what happened ) here. “i was kind of hoping there’d be a party,” cecilia joked, facetious smile on her face, “or cookies, or at least a hug?”  

[paycies]

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