champagne problems.

[ MIKAYLA TILLY. 30. FEMALE. SHE/HER ] is here! They've lived in Silver Lake for [ 20 YEARS ] and are originally from [ BROOKLYN, NEW YORK ]. They are a [ BARISTA AT INTELLIGENTSIA COFFEE ] and in their downtime love [ ACTING ] and [ BAR HOPPING ]. They look a lot like [ JENNIFER LAWRENCE ] and live [ IN OASIS APARTMENTS ].

triggers: c*ncer, death, drug mention, addiction.

                                           a little diddy about mikayla anne til-ly.

“ wow , you really got a way with words , “ he responded , glancing down at the liquor he’d been nursing as fletcher sat , hunched , at the bar . “ – and what makes you think i just buy girls drinks ?? what’s in it for me ?? you say this ain’t a pick-up line , so it’s clear i’m not gonna get a happy ending after dropping my weeks wages on alcohol just so you can get a ‘ freebie ‘ . “ 

“For you? Of course. For the grease monkey you walked in with?” She gestures off in the distance, somewhere she assumes is the general direction of Baz, probably hiding out in a corner where the gremlins were supposed to stay. “—” her mouth opens to say something before deciding against it, this was Kayla after all. “Just, why?” 

All she was short of was a metal cup to rattle and a sign that invoked some sympathy, which made Bowie briefly wonder if she was doing some method acting for a potential upcoming role as Local Beggar. 

He laughs at that thought before it promptly dies, invisible algebraic formulas floating around his cranium with a perplexed look to match as he tries to process this casual information drop. 

“Hold up.. Wait… What boyfriend? Who the fuck.”

Despite how she'd have no qualms to try this act on a stranger, she's relieved to find her old best friend at the local watering hole where dreams ( and inherently, many virginities ) come to die. Dropping down on a seat beside him, the blonde snorts and waves off the crisis before it can land on the bar top. 

 "Uh, hello. Out of anyone in my universe, who would I willfully date?" 

 The real answer is as perplexing as the look on Bowie's face. Mikayla turns to tick off each answer until her middle finger remains: 

where: pride!! who: @mikayla-tilly​

“—kayla!” frantic arms waves about, a sprinkle of glitter falling from the temporary tattoo that had practically — in this heat — melted off his bicep at this point. not clearing her at attention on the first holler, he shouts again. “mikayla anne tilly!” finally speeding through a clearing of people, catching her wrist. “my goodness you’re an elusive little woman. i made us a petition at the petition stand,” he speaks, offering a half eaten slice of pizza her way for a nibble. “to get us back into carousel. if this doesn’t work, i don’t know what will.”

The shout of her name is enough to have her glancing from side to side, searching for a sign of her best friend in the crowd. It’s not until Aaron calls her entire name that she spies him, face brightening. “Oh my god, look at you! What the heck, sexy, let me get a good look at that tattoo.” Simultaneously she reaches for his arm as she leans in to take a bite of pizza. “A petition for us? Really? Mmph! I gotta get Baz on it, he’ll scare everyone in the city to sign it. Did you come with Sulley, what’s shaking?”

holls: oof. I was going to say come have a coffee, but uh, I can toss a little diversity into your day. A smoothie? Some wine? Apple juice?

holls: Big girl job. Damn. I wish. I've been off work since JANUARY, tills. It's been r o u g h.

holls: wanna come over tomorrow? 3ish??

kayla: Apple juice and a spritz of wine to be classy

kayla: January? holy shit wtf happened