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whimsyhcrts is a dependent roleplay blog associated with @campusloser ! please do not interact if not a member of this roleplay. penned & adored by s <3
savannah grady ( kathryn newton. twenty-two. pre-med major. campus radio, new directions, & cheerios. mother. )
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"oh my gosh- well of course he is." she laughs, smiling warmly. "i love it though. i hope no one gets too close to the wrong end of that thing though-" last thing a party needs is for someone to lose a hand. she scrunches up her face a moment with the sheer thought. "i did! mixed results, but lore and i kinda killed dancing queen!" clementine laughs though about the song choices. "not everyone can have your exquisite music taste."
"unless someone totally pisses him off, but i haven't seen him in a minute. so, if you suddently hear screaming, you probably got your answer," sav replied with a shrug of her shoulders. now that she mentioned it, she wondered what micah was up to. hopefully living his best life and having fun ... but not too much fun without her. "shit, i still need to take my turn with a few rounds on karaoke. did they actually have a good selection of songs to choose from?"
August let out a small laugh, shaking his head as Savannah milked the moment for all it was worth. "You're the worst," he informed her, though there was no actual bite behind it. He watched her drag out the whole process, then finally accepted the cigarette once she relented, waiting until it was lit before he finally took a drag. Smoke drifted from his mouth as he looked over at her, eyebrows raised the second she brought up the Hot or Not list.
"Oh, come on." August nudged her shoulder with his own. "You really care about that list?" He sounded genuinely baffled. Granted, he had made the list before and could see why it would give someone a serotonin boost. "Half the people voting are doing it because someone has nice forearms or whatever, and the other half are just trying to piss somebody off. You can't seriously think anybody voted for Crazy Abi other than as a joke."
He took another drag before pointing the cigarette at her. "I gotta say though, if your big plan to climb the rankings is publicly humiliating both of us, I seriously respect the hustle."
"no, i don't really care that much about it," savannah shook her head in response, letting out a sigh. "i'm like .... fairly positive the top people on that list are probably buying their own votes or threatening some computar nerd to hack into the system to rig it all," she remarked, letting her cigarette dangle between two of her fingers as she continued her conversation with her brother. "crazy abi sure has been ruffling some feathers with the the rest of the squad, honestly. but, i'm trying to not be too involved in that drama. i know you have your opinions about the cheerios but i don't know, having a bit of a social status has been nice. i didn't have any of that shit in high school. you were probably more popular than me, truthfully."
while the offer is tempting, revisits have never really been aidan's thing. they blur lines, create expecations and inevitably lead to attachment. case in point: her best friend micah, aka the guy with the katana. considering the mess he had already made of the situation, voluntarily throwing a bucket of gasoline on it feels reckless, even by his standards. "mhm, as fun as it was, let's just say i prefer leaving people wondering if i'm ever gonna text them back. no offense, it's just part of my personal brand." rather than giving the conversation anywhere near enough room to circle back toward the janitor's closet, he smoothly changes the subject. "besides, things are finally looking up for me. the party's packed, my kitchen hasn't been set on fire yet, and i've actually been killing it at karaoke tonight." his grin widens. "which means i'm probably about one shot away from making the terrible decision to attempt fall out boy again."
"you need to leave a certain air of mystery, i get it. no offense taken," savannah playfully rolled her eyes towards aidan. it truly wasn't any pressure, their little closet rendezvous had been unexpected fun, something that the boy seemed to need after a difficult hand of ballad week. "i'm glad that tonight seems to be going smoothly for you, hosting seems to be too much work for most. in terms of fall out boy, i think you'll have fine luck with choosing any songs off cork tree or infinity. anything post hiatus? can be a risky decision."
mckenna laughs in spite of herself, "oh, baby girl - i've been in enough relationships with women to know that isn't the case. it can be just as difficult," she assures her, thinking about stella and how things were left at the end of all of that, and how the bad blood stella felt for her was only being reignited by mckenna getting elphaba, "but i mean, if you're looking to explore, then explore. dating women definitely has its perks," mckenna says with an impish grin.
"well, it seems like you must be an expert in the department of sapphic relationships then, huh?" savannah couldn't help but raise one of her thick brows to the other girl. the blonde had yet to have anything super serious with a woman, only very brief flings. but, she had to admit ... they all had seem to end on fine terms. nothing super dramatic or hurtful. "do you have your eyes on any lovely ladies on campus, since we're on the subject and all."
"definitely not, so lets change that." he took the blunt from her with a sigh of relief and a smile on his face. thank fuck for savannah, he knew he could rely on her in this moment. placing the blunt between his lips, he began to light it as he said. "and i will always thank the gods for putting us in each other's path." once lit, he inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar burn spreading through his throat and lungs. as he passed it off, he exhaled and shrugged. "nights still young. it hasn't been complete shit, and any party that has free booze usually means we'll have a good night, right? what about you?" a cough left his chest after he finished speaking, but that was expected.
"huh, not only do i have musical ability that matches yours, i'm also always able to provide party favors to keep the entertainment going," savannah remarked. it would be criminal if she came tonight unprepared, so she made sure she not only had a flask with her favorite liquor of choice, but also a few blunts to pass around to her buddies. "it's been going .... steady for me. almost too, normal? i'm almost waiting for something bad to happen. you have a favorite costume you've seen yet? you can't pick yourself either."
“...What are you supposed to be?” It was snarky to the extreme– as were most things that came out of Lovey’s mouth these days– but if she was being honest, she didn’t exactly recognize most costumes around the room. After years of staring out her bedroom window on Halloween night, longing to be one of the smiling, candy-buzzed children in costume, last semester was her first Halloween, like… ever. Ever, ever. It was one of the best days of her like, embarrassingly, as she bounced around the Spirit Halloween like the freaking energizer bunny, trying on enough costumes that the employees sighed as they cleaned up after her... This year, the choice was much easier. Jennifer’s Body had practically been living in her brain since she first saw it, (and rewound the kissing scene, like, at least 50 times.) With the sewing knowledge Mommy Dearest had hammered into all of her daughter's head... all it took was a trip to the fabric store, and hello boy eater. Not that she didn't go bouncing around the Spirit Halloween again, just for the fun of it. Lovey swept her eyes up, and down the other’s body, as obvious as the stars shone in the sky— wracked her brain for the media she had been overloading her brain with since gaining, like, free access to an entire world of movies, and tv shows. Thank fucking god for Tubi. And for the sorority's Netflix subscription. And came up blank. "Well? I'm talking to you. What are you?"
OPEN TO ALL; lovey, like, totally doesn't get your costume! if it's obvious, just assume that she thinks everyone is dressed as some kind of character...
"elle driver? from the movie kill bill? aka one of the people who is trying to kill uma thurman's character?" savannah sighed out, perhaps a bit too dramatically. lovey had jsut been one of the many people who had asked her the same, exhausting question. "you know, i'm almost shocked you aren't grilling at me from all the cheerios group chat bullshit earlier. you know, since it must be illegal to text during a party? have a little fun, lovey .... please."
actually i don't want to talk about my feelings i'd rather engage in hand to hand combat
"oh? i'll be honest, i've only seen kill bill once, and if you asked me to summarize it, i'd probably just say 'uma thurman is ridiculously hot, and everyone keeps trying to kill each other,'" aidan shrugs, unapologetically. "me behaving myself is a wild expectation to have, seeing as i'm a man dressed as sexy satan." if anything, his costume is less of an indicator of his mood, and more like a public service announcement of some kind. "nah, i simply picked it to save everyone the disappointment of expecting anymore character development from me. plus, we both know i've earned my horns fair and square last week," he adds, in a lower voice, sort of acknowledging what happened in the janitor's closet without saying it outright.
"hey, at least you've actually have seen it. pretty sure i've had to explain my costume to a dozen people already," savannah replied. no, she wasn't a sexy nurse. not a killer nurse. she was the iconic elle driver. the girl can't help but find aidan's response amusing, his choice of costume was almost too on the nose that who wouldn't find it funny? "hm, so you've already filled your naughty quota for the week? you know where to find me if you need to hit it next week, or another time. no pressure though," she whispered back casually, showing that she was able to read between the lines of what he's saying.
August stared at her for a contemplative second before letting out a quiet snort. "Right. I knew med school was easier than people made it sound." His eyes dropped to the cigarette again just in time for Savannah to hold it hostage behind a request for the magic words. "Seriously?" He looked at her, genuinely affronted. August sighed with theatrical exhaustion. "Pretty pretty please, with parmesan cheese?" He was well aware those were probably not the magic words Savannah was looking for.
He held out his hand expectantly. "Let me bum one, or I'll reveal all of your deep, dark secrets." He joked, although upon reflection, probably not much of a joke since she was trying to actively keep a 37-inch tot-sized secret.
"hm," savannah found herself huffing to herself as she purposly slowly opens up her pack that she had in her free hand. the blonde had sobered up just enough to where she wasn't planning on fully rage baiting her brother. but, just enough to where any jokes that were being thrown her way actually were semi amusing to her. "close enough," she finished her sentence. reaching to take another quick puff, she can't help but let out a chuckle. "deepest, darkest secrets? like how i became a teen mom at eighteen? yeah, i'm sure that campus would eat that shit up. you know, it might actually make us both land in the top ten hottest list too. so, that's lowkey a good strategy, bro."
"im not saying that's not the point, i'm just saying at some point people should realize that they could be causing irreparable damage to the audiences ears and maybe they should know when to stop." he finished off his drink, chuckling at the teasing comment from sav. "yeah no, i'm good. also who the fuck sings a christmas song on halloween?" he took one more look at the person on stage before nodding towards one of the open windows where other people seemed to be using as a smoking location. once off to the side, tyler fished a lighter out of his back pocket and held his hand out to sav for the joint she mentioned. "i didn't bring anything tonight, so i'm glad you came prepared."
"sounds that maybe you're not drunk or high enough to tolerate these star studded performances," savannah remarked, following tyler to a slightly less chaotic part of the pent house. an open window that was cracked ever so slightly that they could light up in peace. "yeah, you're lucky to have me not only as a bandmate, but a dear and close pal," the blonde joked as she took a seat in the windowsill. fishing the blunts from her front jacket pocket, she passed it to the boy. "you can go ahead and do the honors if you'd like .... you at least having a good time tonight?"
rhys opens his mouth to snark back at her, that he doesn't care if there's a costume contest, especially given how good his torso looks with nothing on it. but her stevie nicks-inspired spell that she put on his week lingers in the back of his mind, and he closes it. tonight the peace will be kept, and whether that is a good idea or not is yet to be seen. “sure,” he gestures over toward the bar. “what're you drinking?”
huh, was hell freezing over? savannah grady and rhys davenport were being seen acting actually civial, agreeing to get a drink together? sav almost felt like she was the one with the concussion and foggy brain, not him. a small smile formed on her painted lips at his offer though. "i'm not picky," she replied. "think you can make me a spooky cocktail or something?"
"okay perf! i know it's definitely too hot in here... as much as i do like my setting spray. plus i'm constantly drinking the lipstick off my mouth." with water- but still. cups and straws are truly the enemy of the perfect red lip.
"oh my gosh thanks! but i should be telling you that! you look hot- killer, actually" she grins, giggling at her own joke, but she's genuine in the compliment. savannah looks amazing, as per always. "you having a good night?"
"you really should see micah, he's walking around with the katana. but, thanks to the wonders of fake blood, we totally look the part of killers," she remarked with a smile, thinking about how badass her and her bestie looked with their matching joint slay of costumes. "i'm having a pretty good night so far, yeah. have you taken a turn with karaoke? there has been some .... interesting song choices so far."
Abilene watched as Savannah poured herself another drink with the kind of disappointment someone might give to a child who willingly touched a hot stove twice. "You people have a remarkable taste for making the same mistake repeatedly." Still, there was slightly less bite than in her previous comments. She had already finished one drink herself. It was becoming increasingly difficult to occupy the moral high ground while standing ankle deep in the exact same sticky predicament.
Abilene's expression faltered imperceptibly when Bear was mentioned. "He isn't a creep," she defended, a little too quickly. She didn't know why she felt a need to defend him. He broke up with her. Abilene didn't owe him much anymore, and yet, she was still looking for his validation in a room he wasn't in. "Isn't it a little hypocritical of you to cast judgment and call someone a creep when you look like you dumpster dive at Hot Topic for a living?"
"to be fair, this is a college party. did you not expect people to be drinking alcohol, abilene?" savannah spoke, perhaps her tone a bit dry at this point. perhaps she just didn't understand all of the complaining coming from her end. sure, not everybody drank or like the taste of booze, but they didn't make it a point to be such a buzzkill to others who did. "hypocritical? no, i don't think so. if you're trying to insult the way i dress, you're gravely mistaken. i don't really give a shit what you have to say avbout that. would you rather me call him rude? because he is."
who. tyler & savannah @whimsyhcrts where. by the karaoke machine, aidan's penthouse
he winced as someone, he didn't recognize them, tried to successfully sing adele. which... crazy pull at a halloween, birthday, whatever the fuck this party was. also, only sing adele if you've got the pipes for it. not when you're voice is cracking on every high note and you're running out of breath halfway through the song.
"this is brutal. i know karaoke is supposed to be for everyone, but now i'm thinking people should be screened. to at least see if they can carry a tune." he muttered, bringing his drink up to his lips to take a sip, hoping the alcohol would dull the pain his ears were currently going through. he thought that he would get a break once the song ended, but as the person on stage didn't move and a mariah carey melody began to play through the speakers, he knew it was time to get out. "okay, i can't do another one. you wanna get outta here and get some fresh air? maybe smoke?"
"oh come on .... the whole point of karaoke is supposed to be about having fun and choosing the most questionable songs," savannah rolled her eyes at tyler, playfully hitting him on the shoulder as he made a comment about the current singer on stage. did they sound awful? yes. but, it was sure enjoyable to watch it all go down. "are you sure that you don't want to stay for the mariah number? i think they're about to sing all i want for christmas is you? which, is way too early in my opinion. but hey, if you want to go light up a joint, i have a few i brought with me?"
August had been leaning against the brick exterior of the building, enjoying the rare luxury of hearing his own thoughts over the bass rattling through the penthouse walls. The night air had done little to sober him up, but it had at least cooled the pleasant buzz that lingered beneath his skin. He turned at the sound of Savannah's voice. Were most siblings glad to see their sister while they were drunk? Probably not, but they weren't like most siblings.
"Shit, I've been made," he lifted his shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. He pushed himself off the wall and wandered the few steps over until he was beside her, stealing a glance at the cigarette between her fingers. "Wouldn't a doctor advise against smoking?" He asked, holding two fingers out and making a come-here motion, indicating he wanted a hit.
"oh, have you not heard the new medical study? they said an apple a day cancels out any cigarettes you smoke," she replied, her tone dripping in sarcasm as she eyed her brother once more. it was no suprise that his costume had been film related, it was almost funny that they both ended up having costumes that were characters from iconic movies. they were truly related, having such similar tastes. "before i give you anything from my pack, what are the magic words auggie?" she raised one of her thick brows to him, curious what his response would be.
