DARE / DEVIL

jay: haha very funny

jay: i know i misplace things a lot

jay: i definitely had them at the gym

jay: i thought i had left them on one of the machines, but i checked

atin'la: you? misplacing things? what a novel concept.

atin'la: i have a key to the gym if you want me to check there again?

“God, you really are a firecracker, aren’t you?” He wasn’t one that was easily scared away. In fact, he preferred it when women didn’t fall all over him. He loved the thrill of the chase. “You’d really turn down dancing and free booze? Oof. Your loss then.”

jay: have you seen any keys lying around?

jay: i can't find mine

jay: they have a dice keychain on them

atin'la: again? really?

morgan: my dad and his stupid publicity things

morgan: why do i always have to go?

morgan: alright which dress?

morgan: *image of a red dress with a slit up the right side* or *image of a green dress with an open back*

atin'la: because you're his family, and you do anything for family.

Zuberi had spent almost all of their life in Wakanda, and while they will always call it home, they decided to start a new life in Calisota. Upon arriving, they weren’t sure what had made them choose this spot, but somehow they were called here. Z was lucky enough to be the child of a prince, as well as a step-child of a king, so they were blessed with good fortune, meaning they could easily buy and set up a shop within the first few weeks of their move. The shop was small, big enough to hold a small group of people, but small enough to have an overall intimate setting. Z set it up in a matter of days, displaying the jewelry in glass cases, the crystals on various shelves, and setting up a small round table where they would perform their readings. The final touch was the the neon sign reading open. Switching it on, Z smiled looking at their little shop, before making themselves at home behind the counter. They pulled out their glasses, resting them on their face before thumbing through the pages of a spell book. A few minutes went by, the store quiet, the scent of patchouli filling the air, when the door opened. Z wasn’t expecting someone to come in already, they figured it would be a few days before any customers walked in. “Hello.” They said with a charming smile. “Welcome to Lunar Blues. What can I help you with today?”

Atin’la had been feeling a little out of touch with the Force in the past week, and it was a feeling she immensely disliked. Her whole world felt...off, and she knew she wasn’t performing her best when it came to kickboxing instruction, so she’d let class out early today. She wasn’t sure if she’d let emotions cloud her senses or if it was something else -- she hoped it was the former -- but she was willing to try anything. 

Meditation had helped slightly, but she found herself struggling to find balance when practicing with her lightsaber, and it irked her. The brunette prided herself on her fighting skills, and now she seemed to be making rookie mistakes. Maybe crystals would help? When she’d made her lightsaber, the kyber crystal she’d chosen called out to her -- it was meant for her, and only her. That was the nature of the kyber crystal. 

Crystals from other worlds, though? Those were a whole new ball game to Atin’la, one she certainly didn’t understand. Would the Force guide her to one like it always had? Or would she have to choose at random and hope for the best? She was so lost in her thoughts as she walked into Lunar Blues that it took a moment to process that someone had spoken to her.

Even though he had been here for two years, Jay would never get used to how fast paced the city was, at least compared to his home on Kashyyyk. There was so many places to go, always something to do. It was honestly still overwhelming, but Jay loved it. He saw a familiar face walking down the street, so he picked up his pace, joining them as they walked. “Hey! How’s it going?” 

Oof. She wasn’t too sweet, was she? That only spurred him on. He took rejection as an invitation to try harder. “Well, there’s no reason to be nasty. I was just trying to make conversation,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re feisty, huh?”

Alexander tensed up as soon as he saw Atin’la. Leave it to her to dress like that in public. He felt his cheeks turn bright, bright red as she walked over. Teasing him like this… Well, it wasn’t good. It was hard for him to just sit there and pretend nothing was wrong. He shook his head a little, keeping his gaze settled on her face. “You know I can’t do that,” he said, quietly. “I thought we talked about this, Atin’la?”

Atin’la leaned back ever so slightly and crossed her arms over her chest. She’d wanted to be a tease, and she figured she’d get a rise out of Alexander, but this wasn’t quite the reaction she was hoping for. And in her opinion, this look was pretty tame.  “Honestly, Alexander, I can’t have a Kit Kat bar? Is it because I’m too old? That’s all I wanted, some actual sugar...I guess I understand, though, from your perspective. Beer’s still on me later if you want one when your shift here is done. 

🎶 “Lean on me, when you're not strong / And I'll be your friend / I'll help you carry on” ( Lean On Me - Bill Withers )

👤 yoko ono

🎶“Oh, we go where nobody knows, we've guns hidden under our petticoats / We're never gonna quit it, no, we're never gonna quit it, no” ( Chocolate - the 1975 )

Alexander loved the Annual Autumn Festival. He always had. Hayrides, corn mazes, hot apple cider… All of it added up to make it the best party of the year in his opinion. He wasn’t one to hide it, either. For his shift at the trick or treating booth, he had dressed himself up as a pirate. He wore a huge smile as little kids came up to him. He made sure to compliment them all on their costumes, giving them a huge fistful of candy (even though he was only supposed to give them a few pieces) before sending them off. He chuckled a little as someone over the age of ten walked up to the booth. “Aren’t you a little too old to be trick or treating?” he joked.

Picking a costume for this dumb Autumn Festival was...not at the top of Atin’la’s to-do list. Fortunately, she was working the cider and mocktails booth this year, so nobody would really judge her if she didn’t wear a costume -- and anyone who did judge her probably wouldn’t say it to her face. Still, she’d chosen to dress up tonight, to get the weekend off to a fun start. Her costume of choice? A hot cop. She could feel a few parents’ lingering stares as she made her way over to the trick-or-treating booth, but it’s not like her ass was out -- she’d worn black opaque tights under the bodysuit, so it really almost looked like she was wearing full pants. 

Another night. Another party. Mo wasn’t as interested as he usually was, however. Sure, the women (and men, for that matter) were pretty. Sure, there was enough booze to go around. For some reason he just felt… Off. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but then again, did he really want to? Exploring his own feelings isn’t something that he was willing to do ever. Instead, he stepped out of his fraternity house in an attempt to get some fresh air. As he did, someone he found rather attractive was walking by. With a charming smile, he called out. “Hey you. Where’re you off to in such a hurry?”

Atin’la was most certainly not interested in whatever was going on at this...what was it? A frat house? Ick. Sure, frat boys had been great for a half-decent lay when she’d first moved to Calisota, but their attitudes left something to be desired. The brunette was already regretting her decision to take the long walk home -- she really should have driven like usual, but something had led her to walk (as if she really even needed the extra exercise) -- and now she had to talk to someone? Could this day just end already?

“Me? I’m heading home, because I just spent literally my entire day at the gym. You should go back inside, blondie.”