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FOR: @neenadunn WHEN: July 24' WHERE: Evren's Place. Shady Grove. Int. Shower.
Yina's plumbing was beyond a disaster. It was utterly fucking useless. Despite paying a steep price for paper-thin walls and rickety pipes, which she had to admit was far better than her last place, something new always seemed to go wrong — every day. That morning, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, she stepped into the shower only to be met with nothing but dry silence and the agonizing screech of clanging metal. No water. No relief. Just a desperate need for a shower.
She had a full day ahead, with a list of tasks to complete. And the need to always look presentable stemmed from the fact, as slim as it might be, she might one day bump into her family: she never left the house without looking her possible best. Frustration boiling over, she padded across the threadbare carpet to her bed, snatching up her phone. Two options: Eddy or Evren.
Neither was available until evening, leaving Yina to fume all day. Not at them, but the situation she found herself in time and time again. Could she catch a break? Was that allowed? Or was it against the rules? She spent hours in a state of irritation, unable to do anything, her hands itching to get out. As evening approached, she decided to head to Evren's, the closer option.
Finally, washing away the day's grit, yesterday's sins, she felt a sense of relief that had been amiss all day. Slowly, relaxation seeping into her muscles. The need for a shower was a constant in her life, an ingrained ritual from her parents. Now, at last, she felt clean. It wasn't until she was out of the shower, wrapped in a fresh towel of Evren's, that she heard movement out in the hall.
Yina stepped out into the corridor, half expecting to be greeted by her friend, half set on cracking a joke as her lips parted, the smile faltering instantly — instead, she's left with her head reeling back and brows sweeping into a deep V. "I, uh, sorry -- I...hey."
FOR: @alexeixpetrov WHEN: July 24' WHERE: The Box Office. Ext. Outside.
Once a month, without exception, Yina attended the old vintage movie screening they held at the Box Office. It'd been a longstanding tradition between her and her brother, always here together. And every month she showed up, just praying that he might turn up too. All these years later, she still attended with no return. Most would've given up by now, but there was a solid part of her that still clung in the hope that she hadn't truly been forgotten.
But she knew, deep down, exactly what that truth was. Not all stories had happy endings or righted wrongs. So as the light blinded her as she exited the darkness, the daylight disorientating, she came to an almost immediate stop as her brow arched, and a small smile tugged at her lips. Because it might not be her brother outside, but Alexei instead.
Found family, especially anyone connected to Eddy, was her own. And it was the most important thing she had in her entire life. She didn't wait, closing the space. "Well, that's my day made."
Ni Ni as Liang Xia in Suddenly Seventeen 28岁未成年 (2016) dir. Zhang Mo
Shrugging at his friends statement, Evren smirked. "Trust me. You don't wanna know what you nearly interrupted. Just grin and nod." he laughed, shaking his head. Evren had a bit of a wild side, and even though he liked to express that as much as he could, there was a time and place and this was not exactly the time to admit what he'd been up to. She'd thank him later he was sure. Evren wasn't an expressive guy anyways, but, at least with Yina there was a sense of comfort that would allow him to be his true self. That was worth something after all.
Laughing at her as she stated he'd never shoo her away but that he probably needed that as much if not more than she did made Evren laugh. "You're not wrong." he commented, taking it from her, placing the joint between his lips and inhaling, exhaling only a moment later when he was confident it had entered his lungs. "I've needed this all day and didn't even know it. Leave it to you to be the one to give it to me." he laughed, taking another much smaller hit and then passed it back to her. "I swear sometimes you're a mind reader or something." He moved off his porch, moving towards the fenced in area behind him that held the dumpster, tossing a bag of trash he'd picked up along the way, exchanging it for a stool that he kept near the back for purposes like this. He didn't have company that joined him outside too often, so usually his one lawn chair was fine, but seeing as how he didn't want to stand, he figured he'd offer. "Have a seat." he motioned, placing the stool close by to his chair and sat on top of it, looking at her again once she asked if Lyla was sleeping. "She is." he nodded, removing the baby monitor speaker from his back pocket. "She's been out for nearly an hour already, which either means she'll sleep all night since she didn't last night or she'll be awake by three. I never really know with her." @yinachens
"Now I have imagines I'd rather burn from my fuckin' memory than ever accidentally conjur up again." Her nose scrunching as her features painted a picture of disgust. Instead, she nodded, as if she were following orders. In reality, she wanted to move swiftly on: it was her own fault for setting herself up for such a conversation. It was a good job she knew him so damn well. "Hey, I get it. Without a smoke to calm me down, I get no sleep...and without sleep -- you better run, boy." Flashing a grin in response. Because it wasn't a lie.
Yina had struggled greatly with sleep since her first night in Shady Grove all those years ago. No matter what she'd tried, nothing worked like the green stuff did, ever.
Letting the cool night air wash over her, she took back the smoke, taking another drag from the joint. The familiar burn of smoke filled her lungs, as she hummed to herself. It was a choice that would've riled her parents beyond belief. Her thoughts drifted, just for a second, as she held the smoke in, letting the silence stretch between them. There weren't many people she could stand in silence with, she'd always found it overtly awkward. But not with Evren, it was just...this. They simply exist together, no pretenses, no masks.
"Mind reader?" a snort slipping out, as she shook her head "Maybe I just know you too well. You can't hide much from me." Holding the joint out again. "I'm sure you could answer a few things about me if you tried hard enough...when you weren't smoking one of these, course."
It was in that quiet, that she smoked, watching him move around his yard. In his own space, and how different it looked to the outside world in which he potrayed himself. It was admiration, for she could never find that relaxing stance that Evren had. That wildside, coupled with this version of himself...it calmed her. It was one of the few people who could, besides Eddy.
"You're a good dad, y'know that," eyes distant because she'd never known such love. Not truly. It'd all been based on conditions and hierechaies she had no intent on playing. One big game of chess. "Lyla's lucky to have you." She didn't meet his gaze, afraid he might see the truth there, the quiet jealousy, the longing for something she'd never had. It never went away, no matter how much she forgot those inner demons, and no matter how hard they pushed back -- eventually?
She lost. Every time.
Yina didn't have to asked twice, finding herself sitting down at his request. She hated standing and smoking, she was someone who liked to relax, because she did so damn little of it. "Life doesn't exactly come with a manual, especially one with understanding kids." She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "But hey, you're doing alright so far, just keep...y'know, heading in that direction. Just don't...smoother. Trust me, it drives them further away as they get older."
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Location: Ashburn Park
When: July 2024
Per usual, organizing the museum's annual summer weekend fair had fallen squarely into Anabelle's lap to both coordinate and execute. Despite being no stranger to hosting town gatherings on her family's behalf, every year she hoped a little harder that someone else might step up to the plate and assist with this endeavor. It was for the kids after all. Three hours into decorating and feeling as if she might sweat an entire layer of skin off, or strangle her unwilling coworker, the brunette pivoted towards a passerby to ensure the heat hadn't completely fried her brain. "Can you tell me if this banner looks even to you?"
Right on cue, her only help scampered off to adjust the already well placed microphones on the outdoor stage nearby. "Because I think it's level and I measured, but Carter keeps insisting that it's higher on the right. Which can't be true because both sides of the platform are the same height and if I lower one edge, then the whole thing falls... and..." Maybe she was losing the plot a little. "Oh God. It actually is uneven, isn't it?"
When Yina had been young, her mother involved them in all kinds of charity work and annual gatherings. It'd been taxing on a teen, but she couldn't lie and say it hadn't taught her the foundational knowledge she had hidden regarding social interaction. She just didn't like it. Her ability, if she'd ever let it out, was far beyond what the naked eye saw. Her mother had tried to shape her focus, to pull her into the social circles — but in reality, Yina would've rather spent her time on her computer beside her brother than engage in useless small talk.
However, her afternoon walk had her rather introspective. Remembering times long forgotten, or buried. Both made sense. Seeing the decorations only fuelled a longing she hoped would one day simply disappear. So far, she'd had no such luck. A voice, slicing through that thick sadness, had her step halting as she looked at the woman beside her. An instant gnawing in her chest, something her mother might've asked her before, she tossed her away like she was nothing.
It took a moment for her words to register.
"Slightly higher on the right. The other person needs to match your height." Don't do it, her brain begged her, but before she could stop, her lips parted. "Do you need help?" Instant regret happened to her seconds later. But she wasn't an asshole...always.
Texting 📱 Eddy.
YINA: As my bestfriend, I demand your attention. YINA: Do I still posess this right? if so, I'm envoking the best friend act. (section 1, A1) means when a bestfriend calls for "time" together, it's so I can bitch endlessly about my minimum wage job. YINA: This is a requirement. YINA: Many thanks, THE BEST FRIEND.
FOR: @ianrossi WHEN: July 24' WHERE: SkyFlicks Rooftop Cinema.
Pure boredom had brought her here tonight. There'd been no eluding it when she'd flicked through every channel on the TV. All the same reruns, and Netflix offered nothing new or original. It was endless. So now, three hours later, Yina found herself at the SkyFlicks Rooftop Cinema.
It was her first time coming here alone. Other times, she'd came with friends as a last minute 'something to do' — but it felt a lot lonelier than it ever had before. Even with the cool night air, and the nostalgic charm of watching movies under the stars. It wasn't the same without them. Shoving another handful of popcorn into her mouth, she groaned loudly as the movie continued.
What made matters worse? It was fucking terrible.
Face set in a permanent grimace,she watched the painfully predictable plot unfold. "Seriously?" muttering under her breath as the male lead bumbled through yet another cliché. "Oh, look, she’s going to trip and fall into his arms. How original," she whispered sarcastically, shaking her head. And as the two leads shared a forced, awkward kiss in the rain—despite there being no rain in the previous scene—Yina groaned softly. "Of course, the rain. Always the rain. Because nothing says true love like pneumonia."
However, turning her head, her mouth dropped open. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realise anyone was sitting this close to me." before a smirk curled her lips. "You have to admit that this is absolutely terrible..."
It had become a rare occurrence for Haleh, being at a club on her own time. Sure she came to a lot of them for work as the business men she catered to liked the vibe and ambiance. Some wanted to pretend they were still young, others were young enough and thought this was where a good party started. Tonight though the draw was the dance floor. Feeling the beat vibrate trough her body as she danced for no one and without set moves. No, tonight she danced to get lost in the act, to remind herself that she still could. It was a feeble attempt at staving off the longing she felt burning inside her every waking moment of every single day.
Her eyes didn't see faces, expressions or wonder about intentions. All she saw was the sea of bodies moving, and all she wanted was the slight space to move to her own beat, expel her frustrations trough twirls and leaps. Feeling that good burning of her muscles and lungs as she pushed herself further. Finally, Haleh had to concede that she was in dire need of a drink. Stepping out from the crowd, she was about to head to the bar when another woman appeared in her pat, making her reach out with a steadying hand to keep her balance. "Then what do you expect? Crowds to part for you like the red sea?" she prompted with a small scoffing laugh, unable not to be slightly annoyed at the seemingly thoughtless comment thrown her way.
The light mood that had engulfed Yina in the crowd dissipated just as quickly as it'd arrived. The smog clearing from her eyes, lips setting into a hard line. Activating her deeply embedded defense mechanism posed no challenge. However, it was the sheer arrogance ignited a fire within her. Shoulders drawing back, head tilting to the side with that almost predatory intent, her brow kinked mockingly.
"Expect? Oh, no, darling," amusement fuelled by something savage. Like a bear waiting to be poked. Yina hated that part of herself, truly. "Expectations are for the unprepared." and she knew what the crowd was like. "If you weren't so quick to jump to conclusions, you'd realise that I was referring to seeing people I know....which is not you." brows furrowing. Who the fuck did she think she was?
Yina had grown up with both money and in poverty. She knew how to look after herself, how to meld and change like a cameleon taking form. However, in all of that, there was always one thing that stuck with her. She hated rudeness for no reason. But this girl was giving her plenty.
"Maybe next time, channel some of that energy into your etiquette."
Jazzy just stood there, her eyes focused on the woman across from her. She hoped she hadn't come off too strong, but she had always been someone extroverted. Friendly but sassy as people might call her. A dash of sugar and a dash of spice, kind of like cinnamon sugar, with hints of both. It was just who she was, she didn't care at all. Not to mention sometimes she did have a resting bitch face, hence where the spice comes from. So she hoped as she stood there, her face was more neutral.
As the other began to speak, Jazzy sighed internally realizing she did in fact come off without the resting bitch face but not too much of the sweetness either. "Yeah, if anything I'll just buy it. It's the least I could do," she suggested motioning towards the spilled beverage on the ground below. She didn't mind, plus she'd feel bad for the rest of the day of it didn't get remedied somehow.
Opening the door and motioning for the other to go through, she paused and answered, "Jasmine but everyone calls me Jazzy. Yours?"
It was a rarity that Yina would accept such an offer, but there was a first time for everything. Her life had been an endless battle of never trusting anyone after her father's deciet, and maybe it was small moments like this that made her consider that life wasn't all that bad -- that some people were just, in fact...kind. It was that thought that saw the corner of her lip curl upwards as she gave a simple nod and headed through the door of the bakery. Instantly, she was hit with the fresh smell of treats: one's that she'd been kept from as a child.
To have a father who owned such a place must've been a wonder as a child.
Yina, on the outside, presented herself as an ice statue. Barely did she smile or laugh freely, and sometimes she wondered if it was because she feared that if she allowed herself to enjoy something too much, it might one day get taken away. A fate she knew all too well. Taking in Jazzy, she wondered if she was this lovely all of the time. Because if so, she was basically a personal fucking sunshine. "Your dad must be pretty cool, then." Yina commented, eyes searching for that particular person. Although, she didn't know who she was looking for.
"Nice to meet you Jazzy," Yina said, offering a real smile. "I'm Yina. I don't think there's any need to shorten it -- not one that would make any sense, at least." laughter slipping from between her lips. What a rare sight to behold.
Evren wasn't one that got company much. In fact, if it wasn't Neena, he usually didnt get company at all. Being the care giver of a four year old who's bed time had been eight p.m. since she was a year old put a damper on his social life in most aspects, but, it was times when he was feeling exceptionally lonely - and on a break or just unable to see Neena - that he was thankful he lived in a more populated area of Macon Park. His trailer wasn't much, hell, there were some days it was barely even standing, but it was his home and one of the first things he'd done for himself since getting out of prison. So while the knock on his door had caught him off guard, he lifted the camera to the monitor he still had in Lyla's room and moved towards the door, opening it to see the back of Yina. "You're lucky you caught me when you did, you were about to catch me in the middle of something." Evren spoke, looking at the brunette and shoving the monitor in his back pocket after he adjusted the volume to hear if she woke. It was truly a habit he'd never gotten out of. "You gonna share that or you just gonna stand here?" he questioned, lifting a brow as he lifted a cigarette between his lips, lighting it. "Cause if you aren't sharing get the hell of my doorstep, Chen." he joked. @yinachens
"In the middle of something makes you sound, one, creepy, and two — like you're up to no good again. Which I mean, sounds about right for you..." Yina snorted, because there weren't many people she felt like she could be her true self around. And while she was slowly beginning to get the found family she wanted, it had never fully bridged the gap that her family had left behind. A sunken hole that kept dragging itself down under the weight of rubble.
It wasn't like she'd show up and not share, holding her hand out with a curve of her brow as she gestured towards it. "You look like you need it more than me — especially if I interrupted you." Evren was a good friend, and she had few of those. Don't get her wrong, there were people in her life, but only a select few she trusted so outlandishly.
"You'd never shoo me away," Yina fiend fake offence.
The old routine between them had an odd comfort, like slipping into a well-worn coat. She'd spent so many nights like this, back against the outside of his place, indulging in things that they probably shouldn't. But it was the only place she felt truly at home. This place, Evren, brought back a flood of memories—some bittersweet, some she’d rather forget. The past seemed to cling to her, no matter how far she tried to run. Her found family was the only good to come out of it.
“Lyla asleep?” Despite her teasing, she knew how much Evren’s daughter meant to him. To see a father who cared. It felt like being slapped in the face, a harsh memory taking root. But the reality was, she was glad that Lyla was loved — because she wouldn't wish her past on anyone.
Jazzy shook her head a bit, "are you sure? I really don't mind." She felt bad though she definitely didn't want to argue with someone. Let alone make someone buy something they don't want. But then again, she felt as if she just ruined the other person breakfast or snack or even lunch. She couldn't help but offer again. "My dad owns the place, it's really no bother." Replying while nodding her head towards the bakery besides the them.
She couldn't help but notice the other's demeanor, wondering why she was like that. But then again everyone was different and reacted to getting bumped into differently. "Oh," she replied with widened eyes, "Um, well," she didn't know what to say. "I mean I'm biased but it really does." She said with a bit of a chuckle.
Yina looked back to the bakery, then back at Jazzy, a clear indifference present on her face about going back in. She wasn't trying to be rude, she never was, but her face did things that not even she could control sometimes. Even as she forced herself to smile at the woman before her. There was nothing wrong with her, she quite liked the woman to be frank. Yina just wasn't the best at the social aspect of things. No matter how hard she tried, and yes, it infuriated her. Beyond belief. But once that barrier was cracked, she didn't shut up.
She was a real life portrait of Rory fucking Gilmore.
There was an awkward pause, she was weighing up her options. She wasn't working at the Diner today, and her clients were all online. Pushing a job wasn't a hard task -- it was part of the freedom of it that she loved the most.
"I guess if your dad owns the place," Jokingly, she rolled her eyes, and just for a second something close to a smile graced her lips as her shoulders lifted into a shrug. "Okay, fine, I guess when you put it like that -- I really did want it." Yina admitted, as she turned on the step to walk back into the shop. "You're sure that your dad isn't going to care?" Because her father would have. Nothing was free, and she'd paid that price. Yina often wondered if they simply pretended she'd never exsisted, or talked about her as if she were dead. Such a dark thought for a girl to ever have to consider, she was aware.
"Sorry, what's your name?" Yina asked, realising she hadn't asked.
He didn't get much time to himself now that Maisie's mother had disappeared from her daughter's life and left her with him without any kind of contact information. He figured that was how the Old Bird had felt when he had shown up on her doorstep.
Now, he had to balance having a kid, working, the boats… still, he had a strong support system and he was damn proud to say that it was one that he had developed on his own. Ray's was the place he went when he had some time on Tuesday night and he could have a couple of beers before going home. The Scout program that Maisie had wanted to be part of had given him that chance -- at least until mid-summer when they had gone camping for a badge.
Noel sat at the bar and talked with the bartender, half-watching the game that was playing while he wrote down in the book he carried with him so that he could keep track of the stats. He did it for fun - carrying on the tradition that the Old Bird had taught him. From behind him, he heard a man strike up a conversation. He looked briefly over his shoulder and noted that the one he was speaking to was on her computer. He left the bar stool and walked over with a second, unopened, beer and set it in front of Yina. "From the bartender, he says it looks like you could use another one." He set himself between her and the man, blocking him from further conversation. "He wanted me to tell you that if the beer isn't to your taste, he can get you a different one or just throw this one out." He wasn't talking about the beer, but the man who seemed like he didn't want to leave her alone.
Unfortunately, the stranger had accepted the non-invitation. And the problem was, he couldn't take a hint. She'd had to shut down all of her tabs running her...operations. And the agitation appeared in how her fingers twitched with the need to dive back in. Each time his lips opened, something vulgar or unintelligible came out: her face cringing again. Fuck off, dude.
Yina's fingers tapped at the laptop, drumming a sound against the trackpad.
However, when a second man appeared beside her, she almost burst into literal flames. This cannot be happening — turning with a sharp eye, lips parted, ready to fire something not so lady like out, until she comprehended his words. It took her a moment, blinking once and twice, as her cheeks flushed a dusted pink.
"Thanks," she let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding, turning from her laptop to face him as she reached out and took the beer. She was playing along, keeping up the rouse a little longer even as she felt the guys stare burning into her head. "I, uh, well," her voice barely carrying over the background noise of the bar. She glanced at the unopened beer, then back at Noel. It wasn't often someone went out of their way for her. "This one isn't to my taste. Do you think maybe you could make this one...go away?" Embarrassment clouded her. Maybe it was the age old family tradition that one didn't ask for help -- but there were limitations to her five two height. Sure, she was trained in martial arts...
Tthere were rules about using it outside of self defence. You didn't.
"I'd really...really appreciate it." Emphasis on every word.
FOR: @evrenosman WHEN: July 24' WHERE: Shady Grove. Ext. Outside.
Shady Grove was exactly what it appeared to be and was all in the name — in her opinion. It'd been somewhere she'd stayed the first few months after being kicked out of her parents. It'd been a shock to the system back then — a woman herald from privilege found herself below the poverty line. Barely able to feed herself for the first six months. And yet, the roof over her head kept her dry and safe. The contempt for the place wasn't the place itself, but the memories of the time she'd spent here. The loss had been so great back then. Eventually, it'd dulled.
After visiting a friend, walking down the road to get out, she spotted the lights on in Evren's place. The corner of her lip twitched, contemplating if she had it in her for another conversation, especially when the joint in her bag was calling to her. With a loo towards the gate, and then back to his, a sigh broke free from her lips as she yanked the backpack open and pulled out the smoke. It took no time for the orange flame to lick the front, burning feverent orange.
Yina knocked twice, loudly, before her back found the outside as she inhaled deeply, the smoke curling into the night sky. When the door opened, she gave a single wave. "Took you long enough," she said, teasingly as her perfectly plucked brow arched.
This was never the life that Alexi thought he would have. He for years after he moved to the states would have the life his parents wanted. To become a dentist like his father, a good way to care for a family it made good money. To marry a Russian women, because it did matter to his family to keep Russian in his family to keep it going even if they lived in the States now. He did all of that, the did what he was told and what he was told was normal.
But for years he knew how he felt and just pushed it away, knowing that what he felt he was told was wrong. He did his best to be kind and loved his ex wife and he did but not in the way he should. He wanted to make it work for years, why they had their kids right away. It worked for a couple years before it didn't. But here he was years later dating a man and living with his kids part time.
He was a bit out of it thinking about Eddy and what he wanted from his boyfriend and watching his kids play. That he didn't notice his waterbottle fall down and rollaway till she came up to him. 'Oh thanks" he said as he took it from her. "It really ran away from me" he chuckled. @yinachens
Yina didn't find making friends easily, she never had. Even when she'd maintained a strong-ish circle of girls when she'd been at school: more of a drain than fun. Her social battery ran so long before she was crashing like an old, un-updated iPhone. And yet, recently, she'd been pushing herself into situations, stepping over barriers. For what reason? It was something she asked herself often. Was it because she truly excepted that her parents would never ask her for back, never apologise? Some part of her inner-child still wished for that. But the grown part of her, the one that had done the healing, the hard work had let silly notions go.
Burrowing further into her coat as she handed off the water bottle, she smiled, something a little lighter — not so tort. The man seemed out of it, deep in thought. If he was anything like herself, she knew introspection was good for the soul. "No worries," she laughed with a cough, arms folding to keep the wind from blowing the coat open. "Although the pun could use some work." She said in jest, of course, the corners of her lips curling ever so slightly.
The laughter of children drew her eye momentarily, before finding Alexei again, using her chin to gesture towards the playground. "Yours?"
"Shit, are you okay?" She asked, shaking her head for a moment, getting back to reality. Had she been too busy on her phone or with a song in her head? Either was possible, but she wasn't too focused on either possibility, just that she almost knocked the other person over. "Let me buy you a new one,"she offered and motioned towards the bakery in front of her. "Guess my roommate calls me clumsy for a reason," she said with a chuckle. @yinachens
"No, you don't have to do that. Honestly, it's fine." Yina wasn't exactly one for small talk. In fact, she hated it. The woman before her was the type of person she rarely, if ever, would've taken a minute out of her day to speak to. She didn't try to be intentionally harsh. Maybe her behavior was a result of the parenting she experienced as a girl. Or maybe this was her problem? The constant battle with herself to be better, to expand out of that lonely hole she'd built for herself. And yet, the age old retreat back into oneself as those walls slid back into place.
Still, the fluster was enough to have Yina taking a step out of the door as to not block the way, shaking her head in tandem. "That won't be necessary," her lips pulled into a tight smile, forced. The woman seemed nice enough, which only irritated Yina — because she didn't know how to be friends with people. Sucked at it, really. "I, uh," she started, reaching to put the spoiled item into the trash can. "Honestly, if my mother saw me eating that, she would've slapped me silly." Yina framed it like a joke — because it was. Her mother had never been violent. Just...expectative. "I'm sure it would've tasted fantastic, though. Everything from here always does, right?" she much preferred online forums to this.
FOR: @newbellevouxstarters WHEN: July 24' WHERE: The Komodo. Int. club.
Bass from the music vibrated through Yina, a thin layer of sweat clinging to her skin as she reached up to push her hair back from her face. It wasn’t like the jazz clubs that lined nearby streets. No, Komodo was a different beast altogether. Now, don't get her wrong, Yina had always loved jazz: very much so. But there was something freeing about losing herself in a beat, like she had when she'd completively danced years ago. Another lifetime. And escapism was all she needed tonight.
A kaleidoscope of color, flashing in time with the music, transformed her usually bland life into...something. She'd never been one for overly flowery words, but she was introspective. And even if people looked down upon clubbing at her age, she fucking loved this, a laugh breaking free on her lips as she took a step back from the crowd. Her friend had disappeared some twenty minutes ago with a guy, which wasn't uncommon. And usually, Yina would've taken a cab by now.
She didn't want to spend anymore money than she needed to, honestly — but the music had been so good. Everyone dancing seemed to forget their worries and cares left at the door. She envied them for a moment. It had been a tough week, and she needed this—needed to lose herself in the music, to forget everything for a few hours.
However, as she turned, she came to a halt. "I never expect to bump into people."
