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MATEO:

the purr of the engine rides up the length of his entire body, spreading past the tips of his fingers and feeding back into the engine again. the street lights above them paint the road before them yellow, the sidewalk void of foot traffic and the streets desolate, most probably due to both the time and place. “three laps,” he informs her, playfully throwing insults in her direction ( most of which he was sure the other knew by now, with his frequent usage of them and whatnot ) before the reflective chrome of his visor settles itself into place underneath the palm of his hand, the gentle breeze of the night cut from space it had been allowed to occupy. “meet back at the pub,” another one she probably already knew, but there’s an added “i love free drinks,” along with miming her, cash, and then drinks, just in case the message wasn’t clear. the wide grin that spreads his lips hides behind the safety of his helmet, and turning towards the road ahead, the fingers on his left hand begin to count down from three.

it’s the devil’s hour when they meet, cool tones arcing over asphalt, illuminated by the thin lighting of street lamps. the quiet that cushions this side of town is broken by the thrum of their bikes and nothing more, a silent stand-off between them. well — silent to the hearing. mateo signs faster than she can keep up with, but she gets the gist. most of them are familiar, and if not, he makes it abundantly clear what he’s aiming for. too bad that’s her goal too. she might not keep track of what the count is, but her wallet hasn’t protested their many petty competitions, so she’s not doing too badly. “ me too, ” willow signs back, the corners of her lips lifted up in a smirk. her grammar is still much too english for signing. “ don’t cry when you lose. ”

mateo starts to count down, both of them leaning forward in anticipation. then she reaches out and curls down that last finger before he does, engine kicking off the moment she lets go of his hand. “ ha! ” she whoops, wind whipping through her jacket, adrenaline pumping across her body as she steals a headstart into the hairpin turn up ahead.

those free drinks? they’re hers.

#˛ ⠀*⠀ ☆⠀ ⠀𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ ⠀——⠀ ⠀conversations.#ft. mateo / 01

ANDIE:

the rest of the band left before she could –– always leaves like she arrives , late –– so andie’s handed the generous task of setting up for the next session , or whoever decided to walk through the doors later on in the day . her mother always taught her to be a team player , apparently that extended to competition as well & if it didn’t , andie’s been playing far too nice for far too long . red guitar pick is situated between teeth , moving sound equipment as material strap secures precious cargo –– a limited edition black fender stratocaster –– around her shoulder . she’s kicking the spare wires as the door opens , taking the pick from her mouth as she exhales a small sigh , turning on her heel . “ hey … ” probably a delayed reaction , the motion of teeth digging into glossed bottom lip evident as the girl came into vision . andie wouldn’t brand herself an awkward person , but with willow it was … different . but could she expect anything else ? “ wasn’t expecting someone to come this quickly , or are you early ? ” says after clearing her throat , the cause of thick air that you could cut with a knife . she curses herself , maybe the awkwardness came from her & not her ex . “ –– congratulations , by the way . ”

there are clouds hanging heavy despite it being midday, sun nowhere in sight. the chill’s managed to seep into her bones on the way here, and willow heads straight up to the studio to leech some warmth, earlier than needed. she gives the door a cursory knock and opens it without waiting for a response, then — andie. if life was a cheesy teen flick, this would have been the moment when the protagonists finally meet eyes; time slows and the background disappears — and it’s just them.

but this isn’t particularly heart racing or electrifying or anything. just weird. willow blinks. she wonders if it means something that she still recognises andie’s silhouette, two years later. she decides it doesn’t. “ hi, ” she says, her mouth forming the word before she even thinks it over. willow doesn’t hesitate when she reaches out to take the wires from the younger girl, coiling them up for her, tosses them over to a corner where they’re out of sight. ( that’s not a metaphor for unresolved feelings or anything. )

“ early, ” she replies, then, “ thanks. you too. ” it feels like she ought to say something more, but that’s not what they do now. she tries, anyway. “ been a while, ” old nicknames disappear into an exhale, “ andie. ”

#˛ ⠀*⠀ ☆⠀ ⠀𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ ⠀——⠀ ⠀conversations.#ft. andie / 01

open : the loudhouse, 4am!

willow is no stranger to the loudhouse at closing, or the mishaps that come with getting the last of drunk clubgoers out of the establishment. to be fair, she’s one of them, still warm and buzzed from the last shot she’d taken. it’s not exactly the best state to be riding back on her bike, so she sits herself down by the pavement, waiting to sober up a little more before she risks it.

she’s not particularly surprised when she sees someone stumbling in her direction, drunk off their ass; she’s kind of horrified when her helmet gets turned into a barf bag. and yeah, she was planning on drunk driving so her whole grasp on road safety isn’t the best, but damn. maybe that’s a sign to uber home. “ fuck, ” she drawls, looking at the damage. “ y’can keep that. ”

#˛ ⠀*⠀ ☆⠀ ⠀𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ ⠀——⠀ ⠀conversations.#bandsstart #tw emetophobia #/ u could be the one puking or just a bystander its up to u!

hiya! i’m blue ( s/h, 22 ) here to introduce the coolest cat on the block, willow! you might know as her bibi, if you’re following her music, or that very scary mechanic at the auto repair shop otherwise. here’s her pages ( stats, bio, wanted ) & under the cut is a messy lil tldr on my girl. if you’d like to plot, just like this & i’ll pop into your ims!