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Flopping into the last seat in the back - far back, where there’d been no doors, just the corners of tinted windows - Saige let out a sigh, then, unbalanced as she stretched out her limbs, hands struggling with clicking the seat-belt, “That was - like, fun, right? I think it was fun - like the, like, very dramatic, like, Shakespearean breakup halfway through. Super uh - tragic, but like in a really sickening entertaining way. Pure reality tv, y’know?” She looked over - body already leaned towards them ( most comfortable taking up the space of others’, even when she thought she’d like to be alone ), blinked a few times. “Oh - hey! I didn’t know - like, you were even, like, here, wow - sort of like you just popped out of nowhere - I mean, like - I didn’t ... see you were like, here, or inside or - like, anything. Bit like, blind tonight, probably. Super blurry, think I have glitter in my eye, or something.”

“It’s been, like - a while since I’ve been in a lawsuit. It’s kind of thrilling? Like - I don’t want it to turn into like, an episode of How to Get Away with Murder, or anything - but also, like - dunno. That’s the only crime-y show I’ve ever watched. Anyways -” Saige held out a cup towards him, rocking back on her heels, “- Got you a coffee. Unless you’re like - totally scorned by it, or something. Then we can switch drinks though mine is like - super strong. Anyways! Uh,” she tugged on a strand of her hair, “How are you holding up? With like - everything, y’know?”

“I really, like - fucked up, this time, huh?” It’d been said out of nowhere, head bent as she poked around the contents of her dish with her fork - eyes peeking up through eyelashes before chin coming to rest onto the palm of her hand. “I mean - like, this is just - I don’t know how it’s like, gotten worse. Christ. I mean - lasagna is supposed to be like, an easy recipe right? I’m supposed to be good at this - like, cooking, and whatever - but, like - it tastes nothing like your mom’s, y’know? And I think I burnt the bottom. And I think I used the wrong kind of cheese? God -” Saige stood up, fork clinking against plate, “ - I’m like - totally not Top Chef. Gordon Ramsey is going to like, come out from behind the door and just - like, fucking like, obliterate me. I’m going to do a shot and make another lasagna, and, like - I’m going to do it right, this time.”

“You really love speech fillers. Christ,” Miles said, blinking as he immediately handed the phone over to Saige without further argument. “Party isn’t that bad, though,” he continued, shrugging his shoulders and turning to scan the room. “It’s getting to the point where the best are gonna stick around and smoke bowls or whatever. Don’t want to miss the fun part where everyone either passes out or you can hear the sound of bodily fluids.”

“What’s that, like - mean?” her brows furrowed - though she hadn’t been actually defensive about it, she still leaned away - tried looking at him with very serious eyes, attention split between doing that and bringing up the Uber app on his phone. “I always, like - talk like this. It’s supposed to like - allow time to like, god like - regroup your thoughts, or whatever? It’s like - totally a psychology thing - god, where’s the app?” She looked up, again - sweeping hair out from her eyes, “Yeah? I mean - like, dunno. I don’t wanna like, get super greened out or anything, I think that’d be even worse than missing - than missing people, like, pass out. There’s something like - about when everyone is asleep at a party. Feels like - like a weird space, y’know? Like sleepovers sometimes have the same feeling. Very like - thin air, almost. Opposite of thick. Dangerously thin.”

“Hey - hey, c’mere!” Head turning quick - Saige quickly scoped out Tomislav in the crowd, close enough to grab by the arm, grasp firm, “Hey - are you like, any good at like - beer pong? We’re going to, like - someone brought Fear Pong - which, like,” she paused - eyes still flickering around the party before landing on his again, “ - it’s super intense, and like, I need another teammate ‘cos mine just like, saw his girl on the lap of his best friend in like a snap story and it’s like, totally outrageous and terrible n’ like, tragic, and whatever, but y’know. Game - team spirit, whatever, yeah? Are you in?”

dominic: i'm just being honest

dominic: stay safe saige

dominic: yea alright talk to u later

dominic: [...]

dominic: well whenever

dominic: stay safe

saige: [...]

saige: [...]

dominic: it's not on you saige

dominic: it's definitely not all your fault

dominic: [...]

dominic: yea love you too

dominic: [...]

dominic: is anyone with u right now? i know u don't wanna see me but if ur alone, drop ur pin and i can ask someone to check in on u

dominic: like jack or lana or whoever

saige: itds fine u dnt have 2 defdnfend me or w/e ,, dnt know the protper word

saige: [...]

saige: im nto alone its fine

saige: im @a party im all good im rpobably

dominic: no don't apologize

dominic: i'm sorry for asking

dominic: [...]

dominic: and i'm sorry for everything that's happened

dominic: i take full responsibility for it and i get it

dominic: why you'd want to

dominic: [...]

dominic: [...]

dominic: i'm sorry

dominic: and i hope you're okay

dominic: [...]

dominic: i'll leave you alone

saige: no u dont have to apolgoize

saige: this isnt ur fault or anything i just

saige: its just on me i tihnk

saige: i jsut keep like um

saige: ficking up

saige: [...]

saige: its jsut like a Lot rn its so much

saige: i dnt know

saige: [...]

saige: i lov u it'll b

saige: fine eventualy

saige: [...]

dominic: [...]

dominic: [...]

dominic: are u okay saige?

saige: [...]

saige: [...]

saige: i ht when i gt aseked tht soemtimes

saige: *asked

saige: eugh sorry im

saige: drunk rn my eyes r like rolling around like uh

saige: idk .. theres a rerfernce somewhere in there

saige: [...]

saige: im fine though i just

saige: im okay!

saige: [...]

saige: hdey hi

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saige: ergh this is

saige: alrdy trrible

saige: [...]

saige: i thnik tht

saige: i've dne a lot of thinking

saige: [...]

saige: i tihnk we need 2 stop talkign fr a little ibt

saige: bit

saige: its not

saige: [...]

saige: its not like yur fault or anything its just

saige: me i guess god tht sounds

saige: rly lane n pathetic bt

saige: [...]

saige: i think i just need 2 like. i dnt know bt i dnt think tht this is good fr either of usu rn ???

“Hey - hey!” Stumbling over her own feet - like her shoes had been two sizes too big, almost, Saige tapped the other on the shoulder - though it felt more like a pat than anything else, gripping onto them as she readjusted her balance, her frame wobbly even then, “Do you like - do you have your phone on you - like, is it working? Like - god, uh - like, alive? Sorry I just, like -” Drink in one hand and sloshing dangerously, she let go of their shoulder to dig for her phone - bringing it up with a sway, “ - Mine’s like - super totally dead, and like - I think I need like, an uber or something. Can I call one on yours? I’ll like - pay you back and everything, I just like - I just like, wanna go home, y’know? Party’s like - sort of like, lame and whatever - and I just like, kind of wanna go home.”

“oh - eugh. sorry i just, like - i’ve been to so many, i can’t like - imagine hosting one. the levels of stress, i think i’d, like, genuinely die. like i’m not even joking at all. i’d like, die. anyways - this is a cop out answer ‘cos i can’t even - eugh, y’know? but i’d let the entire radcliffe student population model if they want. everyone’s super attractive anyways, so.”

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

“i think it’s like - fairly good? i mean, like, y’know. i’m not dumb, i trust my gut and like - i’ve been fine, for the most part.”

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

“i don’t know, really - i uh, don’t really like, think about it a lot, really? i just like, want to travel, i think.”

diamond: a sex headcanon

“oh - i dunno. i have, like, a lot - i think. i like to be choked? it’s like, a bit basic but like, it was a bit of a weird invasive question, so like - whatever, y’know? not about to like, post my entire bdsm test dot org results, y’know?”

ruby: a happiness headcanon

“i’m like - usually my happiness when i’m surrounded by people. sort of like - lame, maybe, but like - whatever, y’know?”

“i don’t really like - like this question, a whole lot, y’know? very like - baity, almost? super weird. anyways - uh. this is like - a no hard feelings, sort of situation, i think - like, maybe i’d kill jude? i don’t know. i’d make it like, really nice, maybe. um - i’d probably, like - fuck dominic, maybe, because we’ve done it already, so like ... y’know. familiarity. and then, like - i’d marry gunner, ‘cos he’s nice, and i think i’d be okay with whatever it entailed with - like, uh - other people, in the picture.”

“i, uh - i mean like - i guess ... i think a part of me does it on purpose. i don’t know why - it just, i mean - it keeps happening, right? at some point that like ... doesn’t look like a coincidence, anymore, huh? at some point it, like ... becomes me, y’know? i’m the only common factor, so.”

“you know what - um, none really, like ... stood out to me, really ... bit of a blur, really.”