something wretched, something so precious

     Willa returned about thirty minutes later with two hot coffees, two ice coffees, and enough breakfast food for at least six people. It would be just the two of them for the rest of the morning, but Willa was hungry enough to eat a fat bear, so she basically bought out the entire coffee house.  “Hi, I have food,” Willa says in a sing-song voice as she enters the kitchen, setting the food next to Shoshana on the cool metal countertop.  “How’s it going? I’m listening, by the way, I’m just going to eat this muffin like a monster and talk with food in my mouth for a minute.” 

Rosalie didn’t like losing. It wasn’t coded into her DNA, she wasn’t equipped to it, even if she had supposedly mellowed out in college. Joining a sorority, meeting Kennedy, it had been an outlet for all of it so she didn’t explode or push herself too far in classes. At the same time though, an opponent like Kennedy was an actual challenge and with challenge came the possibility of loss. That wasn’t really a feeling she wanted to get to know and yet there she was, dealing with it by avoiding the blonde like the plague so she couldn’t rub it in her face. She hadn’t expected the girl to be offended by it, let alone corner her after she came out of the living room space the house shared. Frowning in a false confusion as she approached, her eyes rolled as the blonde went on. “Oh, fuck off, Kennedy. Are you kidding me? I argue with you like my life depends on it and i’m a bitch, I don’t speak to you and I’m a bitch.” She crossed her arms over her chest, clearly on the defence as she stood in front of her, letting her shoulders straighten up. She didn’t cower in the slightest, in fact she moved a little closer. “Why do you care?” Rosalie challenged in her annoyance, not wanting to actually answer her question. 

“What was that? ‘It’s really late but we still finna turn the fuck up’? That’s what I thought you said,” Miranda instigates further with a wide, shit eating grin on her face as she walks around Quinn to walk into her apartment, turning around to pull Quinn in her place by both her wrists as she continued to try and fight the persistent blonde standing in her kitchen now. But once her friend expressed the pain her hiatus caused, her expression slowly dropped, before her smile was totally gone. She sighs, closing her eyes and dipping her head to the side, her inked hand letting go of Quinn to rub her forehead with her fingertips. “A’ight, I know I fucked up and shoulda said somethin’ to you before just takin’ off, but like, I couldn’t tell nobody, I couldn’t have the fact that I was leavin’ the country be known to literally anybody. I had a fall out with one’a my suppliers and they called the fuckin’ Feds on me. They could only get a warrant if someone was at the accused crib, so I had to get the fuck on up outta here.” The blonde explains softly, looking at her friend in the face. “Quinn, for real. I’m tryna make up for this. So come out and have a good time wit’ me and lemme spoil ya ass for a night.”

She didn’t know how to react. It was only the change of tone in Miranda’s voice that even softened her. Quinn didn’t have many friends; she was quite a shy person. In fact, until Miranda took her under her wing, she hadn’t actually gone out for drinks before. Adding in all of those outrageous adventures they had, Quinn couldn’t think of anyone that she needed in her mind as much. That may just be blind faith or inadvertent brain-washing. Either way, Quinn’s cold exterior melted and she nodded. “Okay,” Quinn said quietly, reaching out to hold one of the blonde’s hands. “Just, please don’t leave again, please.” A small smile appeared on her face and Quinn rubbed her eyes with her free hand. She was still trying to wake up. “As long as I can get back before 8. I have practice.”

   @alienction

    “We have to turn back,” Eliseo deadpans.  You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed after (angry waters and thunder claps aside), his crew was visibly pained by the prospect of what Eliseo has just said. He turns around, looking at his inferiors with something evil in his eyes, a warning stare that causes a good amount of them to visibly deflate beneath his gaze. “Is there a problem with that?” he demands, his arms crossing over his chest, as he stands eerily steady atop the wildly rocking ship.

     @alienction  

     “Dude, we’re not going to find what they want. It’s probably just some deranged psycho,” Mina mumbles grumpily as she shovels popcorn into her mouth.  Her free hand is holding the file on the murders in this fucked up, sandy tiny-town they’re stuck in, that the locals are convinced are the murders are the doing of some illusive cryptid called the ‘Goatman’. “We don’t do humans. We do ghosts. And monsters. And demons. We’re crossing our line of expertise, here.” 

          Ivan looks apologetic, but he has a bemused smile on his face at her instant identification at his car. “Impressive. But I’m afraid to give you too much satisfaction. You might use it for evil.”  Ivan stands with her and grabs the jacket from the back of his chair, pulling it back on for a quick getaway.  “Deal. Loser has to buy the drinks when we run out of vodka.” When Prudence broke away, Ivan followed suit, heading towards the bar and trying to look as nonchalant as possible.  He avoided a scathing glance from Mandy, presumably because he was just conversing with a  much  more attractive woman just now,  but he happily ignores it.  He’s racking his brain for a moment, before he spots the empty bottle of champagne on the wedding table.  “Excuse me, the wedding party has requested that you bring them another bottle of your  finest champagne,” he tells the bartender. He looks frantic for having let the bottle go empty without an immediate replacement, and is stumbling over to their table with an ice bucket and bottle in hand in no time. He takes that opportunity to snag a full bottle of Starka, Not his first choice, but it’s not a millisecond longer before he’s frantically heading for the parking lot. 

When the door opened, her attention focused on her main girl, her usual wide, warm, fucked up grin spread across her stateuesqe features. “Ayeeee!” She laughs, jumping forward and hugging her tight, lifting her up and spinning her around. “Nah, nah, nah, c’mon, we’re goin’ out! I got us the VIP section at Ember and we’re gonna get fuckin’ lit. C’mon Quinnyyyy, ya only live once. You’ll be at the crib in time for a little more sleep, on god. I’ll throw Starbucks money at ya, too, get on that espresso life. A’ight? C’mon, I’ll help you pick out an outfit.” Miranda insists in a rambling fashion, bound and determined to get Quinn to come out with her, she wanted to have a good time with her to make up for going complete ghost for weeks, which she still hasn’t told anybody why she did that.

She really wasn’t expecting to be spun around. Sleepy Quinn really didn’t care for a lot of movement, or loud noises. The words that were coming at her blended together and Quinn was left shaking her head, taking a step back. “What? No, it’s really late,” she said, beginning to comb through her hair with her fingers nervously. "I can’t just go out with you....” Quinn bit her lip. “And not to bring you down but you just like, disappeared. And th-that hurt me so... I th-think you should leave.” She wasn’t comfortable with the confrontation, but she didn’t think she could possibly forget it all. Quinn definitely regretted getting close to her because it really hurt. “Sorry.”

“Like… Whipped cream or something?” Blue laughed, shrugging a shoulder at her when she asked about putting on music. “Eh, probably.” She grinned up at her, nodding her head but she quickly found that it wasn’t exactly going as Wendy had hoped. It wasn’t that Blue didn’t think she could manage sexy, she just.. Needed a little help. “Hey, just uh… Relax a little, yeah?” She reached into her pocket for her phone so she could put on a song that was a little appropriate, placing it down and then reached for her hips again and did her best to guide them. “Try slower, to the music and just… Look right at me.”