𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬

    i was walking by the beach saw jovi kuk!  i wonder what they’re doing here all by themselves.  they’re apparently  (  amiable and optimistic  )  but also  (  lethargic and escapist  ).  when i think of them, i think of fresh summer tans, a wall of postcards and the smell of surf wax.  well, i hope to run into them in the future!

hello!  i’m deni  (  she/them  ;  GMT+9  )  and this is my version of a beach bum,  jovi.  i’m looking forward to putting him together with all of your lovely muses.  below is some information about his character as well as a few wanted connections if you’d like to plot!  i can be reached over IMs or discord.  feel free to hit me up if you’d like to brainstorm!  <3

“i just don’t get it, you know? like, if you’re not actually interested, then why lead someone on? why screw with someone’s heart like that??” riley laments in frustration, cheeks puffing out like a squirrel. it wasn’t like he expected the other to have an answer for him, but it felt like somewhat of a relief to at least get this off his chest. “i feel like such a dumbass. i mean, they basically told me that i was stupid too. ‘you write songs like you’re at a third grade reading level.’ ugh, i just wanna disappear!“

“look  ——  i’m not a med student or nurse like some people,”  a smile, playful, “but i’ll tell you.  this stuff?  works.”  jovi picks a bottle of vitamins from the shelf to show.  it’s a sunny afternoon, a typical work day at his parent’s yoga studio.  on the speakers, the beach boys croon at a low, easy volume. warm rugs cover the sand-colored tiles and soft lights hang above a jungle of plants and vines draped throughout the lobby.  

the windows of the studio are wide open, sunlight and street sounds filtering through.  jovi stands in front of a blank canvas with his hands on his hips, head tilted to the side as he thinks.  and thinks.  and thinks.  ( why can’t he think of anything?  why is his mind like this canvas  ——  wide and empty and bare. )

he misses his clay, the shape of it in his hands.  thought maybe switching mediums with the other artist in the studio could set a fire in his brain, but he’s still rattling.  grasping.  wants to dig into the paints and make a mess but . . . 

this was not how gigi was expecting her evening out to turn out, but leave it to her to end up in a messy situation like this. though, she has to admit she’s somewhat grateful for the turn of events, as it could always be worse—at least she’s not the one in the back of that cop car. “i didn’t even get to eat,” she replies. “i barely took a bite from my entrée before little nutty mcnutterson decided to lose his freaking marbles.” she really wasn’t sure what all had happened, but she did know that the guy who’d already been taken away had been the only one to react in the most unhinged way possible. “he should pay for it, not you. i doubt this stain is coming off anyway; i should probably sue him for damages.” she glances around her, and she can’t help but notice there’s still nosey people checking out the scene. “we should probably make our graceful exit now. as much as i love being the center of attention, i don’t think this is a good look for me.”

Her eyes flashed with annoyance as he replied, grabbing a handful of napkins and trying to clean up the sauce on her shirt as well as she could. Was this even her shirt? She couldn’t tell— she scowled and rolled her eyes as Jovi brought up that it was Gucci, because of course it was. And yet, he was offering to pay for the bill, and she wasn’t about to say no to that. She quickly unlocked her phone, pulling up her phone number and showing it to him. “Lose my number after you’re done, please.”

the girl laughed, shaking her head at herself. “oh god, it was that bad?” she mused, thinking about just how ridiculous it looked. the girl looked to her board, letting out a sigh of relief. “thank god lucy is alright.” she hummed, giving it a once over just to make sure. she was just about to answer his question when he gave her the heads up, and if it hadn’t been for the adorable babies, she probably would have made them go around her but she quickly popped up, moving to the side as the group passed them. “thanks, i would have been roadkill.” she laughed, moving back to the center of the sidewalk. 

“wash n dry?” luca asks. “it’s literally the only laundromat here that i know,” he shrugs his shoulders. he’s more into the record shops anyway. “sure,” he smiles. it’s not like he’ll be completely shirtless while his shirt is being de-stained. because he’s wearing a white tank top underneath. “what did he say?” luca asks because he’s inappropriate and he doesn’t know boundaries or when to shut up. but he’s curious, so he pushes. “i can’t believe this is not your worst date,” he chuckles a bit. “nah, just some fries, but it’s not like i was going back home to meet someone. today is not a date night for me.” the cop car starts the engine and soon it’s driving down the street. “bye asshole!” luca shouts and waves at the car with a smug smile on his face. 

          there    was    no    doubt    that    wyatt    was    acting    like    a    complete    dick    .    but    when    it    came    to    things    cutting    him    where    it    hurt    his    defenses    went    up    and    the    walls    began    to    build    and    build    around    him    .    guiltily    ,    he    came    at    it    in    a    very    ugly    way    .    it    was    toxic    to    throw    things    in    people’s    faces    because    of    how    shit    he    felt    about    them    in    that    moment    or    because    he    felt    insecure    about    his    own    shit    that    he    had    to    drag    jovi    down    with    him    .    wyatt    knew    that    it    wasn’t    a    healthy    way    of    being    and    he    knew    that    he    was    more    than    likely    the    one    in    the    wrong    in    this    situation    .      (      in    a    situation    that    honestly    ,    wasn’t    either    of    their    faults    .      )      that    was    until    wyatt    made    it    his    fault    for    reacting    the    way    he    was    .    did    that    mean    he’d    be    able    to    look    at    this    knowledge    in    the    back    of    head    now    ?    no    ,    probably    not    .    he    was    too    fired    up    and    impulsive    to    really    think    about    it    right    now    .    instead    he    was    reacting    off    of    toxic    emotion    .    was    that    an    excuse    ?    no    ,    it    wasn’t    .    it    was    a    ugly    look    .      “      maybe    this    is    just    who    i    fucking    am    ?    i’m    not    gonna    pretend    things    are    fucking    chill    and    i    don’t    want    any    handouts    from    anyone    ,    especially    you    .      “      the    male    spat    back    ,    the    words    felt    bitter    coming    out    and    only    caused    him    to    feel    worse    instead    of    better    .      “      but    sure    ,    i’ll    fucking    leave    .    that    seems    to    always    be    the    answer    for    you    .    gotta    love    irony    .      “

    jovi tries to keep his cool. really, he does. but wyatt’s  ——  wyatt’s being so unreasonable!  “what, you’re too good for money now? it’s just dry cleaning, wyatt, what the fuck.” they’re making a scene. almost as big as the one that took place inside just moments before. but jovi —— he really doesn’t have time for this. he doesn’t have the patience to deal with whatever wyatt’s throwing at him. and at the mention of irony, jovi rears back. physically takes a step like wyatt’s just smacked him. recoils, “is this about europe?” a harsh whisper. spat out, gasped. at least he’s quieter, glaring at someone he thought was his friend in the middle of the fucking street on a fucking saturday night. “seriously, that’s what this is about? you know i——”   (  “boys, i need you to come down to the station and make a report,” he’s interrupted by a cop in black, pasty face glancing uneasily between the two. notebook in hand.  )  

They were all lucky that the cops showed up quick. Fenix was ready to gut the guy after the scene he pulled at the restaurant. It worked out because Fenix hated the girl he was seeing. She was hot but the girl infuriated him. All she wanted to talk about was superficial bullshit and things she knew he wanted to hear. At one point he was listing off things he hated but made it sound like he liked them. Only for her to agree a thousand percent on everything he said. So he had to thank the guy on some parts from saving him from another agonizing few hours. 

However, it still didn’t save him from the stains in his flannel and jeans. He sighed ready to kick the road and find a place to chill for the rest of the night. Maybe sneak into a movie theater and try to catch the first half to Monster Hunter. He glanced over at the guy as he rearranged his snapback, “After that? I think I should be paying for your therapy bill.” Fenix snorted, “Nah man, it’s whatever. What the fuck can you do? It saved me from dealing with my dumbass date… How’d you two even meet?” 

     jovi runs a hand through his hair, ruffling the back.  "apps.  y’know.  trying to get back int he swing of things,”  he shrugs lamely.  watches as the car rolls out and the manager leaves with dirty towels and napkins in hand.  at least jovi’s clean now  (  enough.  )  “dumbass date?  you too, huh?”  jovi can’t help but laugh,  “lucky night.  bet there were a bunch of other dates ruined back there.”  he pauses.  “or made.  had to inspire some decent table talk for a change.”  dinner and a show.  some people really got it made tonight.  too bad it wasn’t either of them.  

luca looks down at his clothes, he’s wearing one of his favorite shirts and cream sauce does not look well with it. “yeah, well…” he sighs, “at least the dickhead gets to ride in the cop car and everyone gets to see it, so…” luca shrugs. he doesn’t even know how he got involved in this shit, he just wanted to buy some fries and eat them on the way back home. “nah, it was just fries… but i won’t say no to dry cleaning, this is one of my favorites,” he chuckles, gesturing to his stained shirt. “what about you? are you okay, man? it seemed like you were excited and now your date’s right there. how did that happen?”

        it    was    honestly    ,    just    wyatt’s    luck    that    not    only    was    he    pulled    into    some    cocktail    inspired    squabble    but    he    was    also    standing    next    to    jovi    .    more    than    likely    ,    one    of    the    last    people    that    wyatt    wanted    to    be    around    .    enemies    was    one    thing    but    two    people    that    used    to    be    the    best    of    friends    and    fell    out    ?    there    was    nothing    more    uncomfortable    .    at    least    for    wyatt    .    mostly    because    he    knew    that    jovi    knew    a    lot    about    him    that    now    ,    he’d    rather    it    be    erased    from    the    other    males    memory    .      “      are    you    ?      “      of    course    ,    none    of    it    was    jovi’s    fault    and    wyatt    was    being    petty    by    throwing    shade    but    he    couldn’t    help    it    .      “      i’ll    pass    but    hey    ,    look    at    you    trying    to    clean    up    your    boyfriends    messes    ,    so    sweet    .      “      looking    down    at    his    clothes    ,    wyatt    sighed    before    looking    at    the    other    again    .      “      you    sure    know    how    to    pick    ‘em    ,    don’t    you    ?      “

    after all the trouble, mia now came out of her static state of surprise to one of starting to find the whole situation simply hilarious. she was standing beside him, covered in cocktail and some sauce, holding the corner of her lip between her teeth to hold a laugh. whether it was a nervous laugh or not, it was difficult to know. bringing her hand up to the nape of her neck, she scratched lightly, turning her emerald orbs to jovi, slightly wrinkling her nose. “ actually, i’m sorry… it seemed like a very promising date. ” she said, studying his face to see if he looked the least bit upset. “ dry cleaning seems like a good compensation for me. ”  she finished with some sympathy. herself understood about dates that ended up in complete mess.

dezzie couldn’t help but laugh from embarrassment as she saw jovi’s face come into her vision, his comment only making her laugh harder. “one.” she chuckled, before covering her face with her arm. “don’t look at me, i’m an embarrassment.” the girl said, making fun of herself. she knew it probably looked bad, but she felt fine. the only thing that was really hurting was her pride. she finally removed her arm from over her face, shaking her head. “i can’t believe you had to saw that. did i at least look like a bad ass when i fell?” she mused. 

Her bad day had gotten so much worse, and she just raised an eyebrow at Jovi, gesturing to the mess on her clothes. Sure, if she was being completely honest, this wasn’t his fault. In fact, she felt kind of bad for him. But right now she couldn’t exactly be mad at whoever Jovi’s date was, so it was just easier to direct her annoyance at Jovi. “Yeah, sure.” Her words were clipped as she downed what little wine was left in the glass she was holding. “Do you always go on dates with people as annoying as you are?”