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𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 · · ─ 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 & 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐪
𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 — ᨳଓ . 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
open starter | outside, by the main stage, moments before the wet t-shirt contest
♪ ༘⋆ ━━━
the buzzing near the shell of her ear forces a groan to slip from her lips. lucy reaches up and smacks the side of her neck, eyebrows raising in surprise at the fly guts on her fingertips. "huh," she shrugged, turning to her counterpart. "i somehow terminated that fly with no problem, do you have hand sanitizer? or...a napkin?" lucy reaches forward, grabbing a crinkled napkin to wipe off the excess insect residue. as the announcer takes the stage, the girl looks up, a scrunched look forming upon her face. "what could they possibly be promoting now?" she was a snob when it came to live music, and the last couple of acts hadn't been her favorite. lucy was as open as she could be, but if one sour note or one song she doesn't care for comes to light, then she's turned off for good. the last thing she wanted to do was listen to another band that wouldn't tickle her fancy. however, the mention of a wet t-shirt contest catches her off guard, eyes widening at the idea. "no fucking way they're doing the wet t-shirt contest!" she exclaimed, looking at the person that sat next to her. "oh my god, you totally have to do it! i'll give you five bucks to do it." she smiled, knowing damn well she gave her last bill away at the kissing booth.
dom watches the woman, laughs at her confusion at the situation she unknowingly stumbled into. " well ... you don't have to kiss me. suit yourself, " thumb points lazily at the sign over high shoulder, gaze drifts towards it before it lands back upon her. " ... but 100% of proceeds go to charity, so … if you don't care about poor kids being able to play sports, i guess you can pass. " one shoulder lifts in a shrug, smiling while she approaches. he is grateful for the entertainment, having pecked more people than he would have liked today, and he was only a quarter of the way through his stint at the booth. " i'm kidding, obviously — no pressure. i was roped into this. turns out there are consequences for being defiant to leadership. " what a punishment !
♪ ༘⋆ ━━━the playfulness in his expression only made lucy’s smile widen, a subtle shift in the attitude toward the stranger infiltrating her body. “wow, what a way to guilt trip me!” she feigned offense, placing a hand over her heart as her bottom lip poked out. “if you just wanted to kiss a stranger, you could’ve just asked. i don’t bite,” she paused, the corners of her lips lifting. “mostly.” lucy stood to her feet, waltzing over to dom with a scrunch of the nose. “this is why i am not involved in leadership … you get to avoid things like swapping spit with strangers.” lucy dug into her purse, fetching out her wallet. she hummed as she fished out a bill from one of the folds, holding it out to him. “one dollar. it’s all i got. take it or leave it, pretty boy.” she waved the bill. “no need to kiss me, though. just a simple charity donation.” she paused. “unless i have to kiss you.” she teased, sending him a playful wink.
⌗ 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 , dining area @ the block party .
" fuckin' hell . . i think i'm about to explode , " had just practically devoured her weight in barbecue , nothing left on the tray that once held her food aside from a few bones and some spare crumbs of the parts of the hotdog buns she couldn't bring herself to finish . two were tucked away in a corner , couldn't have been comfortable enough to devour this much food in front of the public eye , any sense of decorum completely flown from the window anywhere a rack of ribs was involved . she sits back in the metal chair , one hand lifted to pat her full stomach while the other brings a napkin to swipe away any stray drops of barbecue sauce from the corner of her mouth . " we need to go walk around for a bit so i can make room for a sweet treat because i am not leaving here without whatever that fucking peach cobbler looking thing was at the georgia's stand ⸺ and don't give me that shit about not wanting dessert because i know you do . . . and i'm not gonna enjoy it unless you have something too . "
♪ ༘⋆ ━━━ the look on lucy's face was expressive enough to be hung in an art gallery: appalled, confused, impressed. her fingers curled around her half-eaten turkey leg, fingertips stained with grease, and the corner of her lips held charred remains. with a subtle scoff, a smile pulled at lucy's lips as she placed her turkey leg down on the flimsy plate in front of her. " how do you manage to eat ribs so messily ?" she asked, eyebrows arched in a surprised manner. " they're naturally messy, yet ... here you are ... " lucy grinned, glancing down at her turkey leg. " i've barely left a dent in this , but you know i am always down for a treat. though, a cupcake is calling my name . or a brownie . oh ! brownie sundae ?! " she licked her lips, swiping away the remnants of her turkey leg. " you might have to help me finish this ? or ill just carry around the leg and the sundae ... " lucy chuckled, disregarding any use of a napkin and continuing to swirl her tongue around her mouth. " did i get it all ? "
✴︎ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 .
━━━ ✴︎ the lone stars branded training shirt clings to dominic's sweaty torso, grateful for the canopy that shades the kissing booth. dom's knee bounces, eyes find the sign again:
' DALLAS LONE STARS, PUCKS AND PECKS: kissing booth fundraiser. with #17 dominic khadra. $20 = one kiss, $30 = a kiss and a photo, $50 skip the line privileges.
all proceeds go to charity. '
that's the catch, isn't it ? all proceeds go to charity. how could he outright refuse when the funds raised would go towards helping underprivilieged kids access the sport that had given him everything ? it's only been thirty-five minutes into his two-hour commitment and he's signed more ‘ khadra ‘ merch than he could count, kissed more fans than he ever would have anticipated. one had simply wanted to touch the knuckles that had broken a rival team-member’s front teeth … weird. two fingers hook under the collar of his shirt as he savors the last of his break, a futile attempt to send cooling air to wet skin when his eyes land upon a welcome figure. " oh, hey ! you here to kiss me, too ? " he teases, motioning them over with a relieved smile.
♪ ༘⋆ ━━━ the summer heat was beginning to take a toll on lucy as she curled up a pamphlet in one hand, fanning herself, the stickiness of her hair forcing her to frown. her boots clicked on the ground as she passed through the booths, the flimsy paper keeping her cool slipping from her fingers. " fuck , " she mumbled as she leaned down, an unfamiliar voice echoing in her ear. the brunette looked up as her chipped nails curled around the paper, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of a very shirtless and very attractive man standing before her. " uhm , " lucy looked over her shoulder, seeing no one else around them. he was, in fact, talking to her...about kissing him. she looked back up at him, eyes squinting as she lifted a hand to her forehead, blocking out the sun, the lighting acting like a halo around him. " no ? " she shrugged, resuming her fanning episode. " am i supposed to kiss you ? are you like ... the best kisser in town or something ?" she grinned, glancing past him for a moment, acknowledging the kissing booth sign but wanting nothing more than to continue this conversation.
* ⋆ ⭒˚。 [ sophie thatcher, cis!female, she/her ] was that lucy russo i just saw over at the hideaway ? you know, the twenty seven year old record store sales associate that’s been around willow glen for five years. people around town say they can somehow both be pessimistic and authentic, but if you were to ask them, they’d probably say they’re more like scratched records, a storm amongst the seas, humming around a vampire, tangled wired headphones. the town sure has been rumbling about them lately, apparently they came to town years ago in hopes of finding her father that left her behind in chicago … but who knows if that’s true, i guess i’ll just have to stop by the oaks and find out !