I'm a goner

robyn was always worried about evelyn. she was worried that she’d always be stuck under her mother’s thumb which was never a good a thing. she runs a hand through her dark hair. the bar was pretty quiet tonight. she looks over at her freind, “you say that but i bet it won’t happen” she replies. robyn would quite happily let evelyn come live with her but she wasn’t sure about how the girl would react to that. “i’ll be fine don’t worry about me but thanks – i’ll remember that” she says with a smile to her freind. robyn would feel very guilty if she ever had to use some of evelyn’s money. “i have tomorrow night off so that’s perfect” she grins at her. “put your best clubbing outfit on and tell your mother that you’ll be staying at mine, we’re going to get you a girl” she says with a laugh. this was all an act though. robyn wanted evelyn to notice her in that kind of way. she never would though, it was just a pipe dream. 

evelyn shook her head slowly, letting out a laugh as her fingers tapped against the table. a nervous tick of hers. “well it’s not like i can leave my brother. he survives purely on the fact that mother pays for me. if she found out i was taking care of him, or thought i wasn’t taking advantage of all the hard earned money she throws at me --- everyone would be screwed.” she quickly tried to focus on the next topic. clubbing. so much better than worrying about family ordeals. she still stayed around her mom so much, lied about where she went, pretended to be totally invested in her fancy lifestyle. even though, maybe it was unnecessary. she had a place for herself and tyler, but she feared if she even tried to pull away; that her mother would figure it out. kick both of them to the curb. the fear alone made it so she never tried. not once. maybe it was time to do so. “whatever you say. & thank you, i definitely need this.”

he had no idea who the girl was but she seemed interesting enough. he had nothing better to do so he just carried on talking to her. “they are so fucking cool” he laughed, “seriously? that sounds amazing” he replies taking a sip of her drink. his vision was getting a little blurry now but he could almost just see the girl next to him. “they are aren’t they? it’s funny watching drunk people in their own little world and when they fall over too” he was one of those drunk people right now. his next comment made him laugh, “well that’s just made my day!” he holds out his hand for her to shake, “i’m nico by the way”.

she sat back and took long slow sips of her drink. originally tonight had been about partying, snagging a bottle, and heading out to do something a little more fun. now that she had some enjoyable company though --- neoni decided she could stick around a little longer. “there is nothing better than watching a drunk person fall on their ass. it’s even better when it happens while they attempt some stupid trick to impress the party.” a laugh passed her rosey lips as she reached out to shake his hand. “neoni, but you can just call me neo if you like.”

“It’s alright i was just curious. you don’t have too you mentioned wanting to get it a while ago that’s completely up to you babe.” jude shrugged not wanting to stress xander out or force him into anything. “you can always get one another time if you don’t want to get one now. there’s no pressure it’s up to you. i’d still appreciate if you came with me to get my new one. it’s a lot easier with someone else.”

“I said I want to.” he breathed, letting his hand rest on the back of jude’s head. fingers brushing through his thick brown hair. “i’ll come with, and i’ll get my own. no pressure.” his smile grew slightly as he peppered a few kisses along jude’s jawline. “i just haven’t quite decided where, or the specifics. but once i do, it’s set in stone. or skin technically.”

There was no doubt that Finn was completely selfish — though she didn’t see it. She thought that she had the worst childhood and when anyone would compare theirs to her own, even in a nice way, she would get angry. Maybe she just didn’t like to think about it or talk about it, which was why therapy never worked. Nothing worked. Finn liked to view herself as broken but she didn’t want to be fixed. She liked being and seeming broken because then she wouldn’t have to have any responsibility at all. The brunette made a face once she found herself in the position she was in, facing Coraline and the way she was speaking to her. Sickly sweet. A relationship for Finn seemed so false and she almost cringed at it. “I have no secrets,” she lied through gritted teeth, shuddering at herself and how easy she found it to like to the blonde. The blonde who cared about her. “I—I don’t know why you would think I have anything to hide.” Her eyes closed slowly, a pounding headache resinating in her skull. She really needed something to drink.

Coraline could see so much darkness surrounding Finn. It was heartbreaking, yet totally intoxicating at the same time. Being around somebody so twisted, may seem scary or overwhelming. Instead Cora was intruiged. Wanted to know more, but also didn’t care if the brunette wanted to close up. It’d be years since anyone heard Coraline complain about a real issue. Small things, lies, twists to assure safety and comfort maybe. She just could never really open up. So if Finn planned on being the same way, so be it. Either they’d work on it together, or feel better in the company of someone who didn’t want to pull a life story, or a bullshit ‘i’m fine’ out of you. That lie though, Coraline was sly with her emotions. Hid them well, under many layers of fake sob stories and distress calls. Finn just blanked. Hid it all. Didn’t even try to make you believe it, just tried to believe it herself really. “Fine. I know your lying, but I wont push it.” Her palm gently pressed to the side of the other female’s head, eyes watching her features carefully. “What do you want right now? I’m just here to help you relax. Not to be a therapist. Just give me a request, and it’s yours.”

Kleo almost jumped at the voice, and then gave a little smile, mildly embarrassed. “Hi!” She ducked her head, pushing her hair out of her face. She knew it was probably ridiculously messy. “Um, yes on the coffee. Really? Damn, I kind of regret getting up so early… No offence.” 

“None taken.” Magenta’s lips curled into a grin as she watched the other. It was mildly, no, incredibly amusing to watch her reactions to the atmosphere around her. As the coffee finished up she poured two cups and met the female’s eyes “Caramel cream, half & half, condensed milk, sugar?”