post-it n' forget it

(halsey, 25, nonbinary, she/they)   hey, i’m looking for the office of BLAKE HUDSON. THEY’RE the employee who’s known around the office as THE FLIGHTY ONE, if that helps? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re EASY-GOING but LIMINAL, is that true? i also heard that they’re the one who started a fire in the legal archives. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

@jojoswilson & @blah-keh​

Joey had been excited for this event ever since it had been announced - he liked most of the people that worked at Masters, so hanging out with all of them in something that wasn’t work related seemed like a fun time. He had just figured out where he could get some drinks, then he spotted Blake standing all by herself. Getting two drinks for the two of them, Joey smiled as he approached the other and handed them the drink. “There you go! I saw that you were kind of lonely over here and that’s kind of sad… When people are alone I just usually think about lost puppies and that makes me sad.” He said with a nod, smiling at his friend. “Are you having fun?” He asked.

blake looks up when someone approaches their little sitting area they’ve claimed and smiles when they sees joey, “wow, that’s some serious seven degrees of kevin bacon jojo, baby,” they tease, reaching a hand out for the drink because they will always encourage free drinks, “I wasn’t too lonely, actually, i was just people watching which, at masters, is really  fun. Come and sit, we can people watch together.”

*             𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍       ▹    @masterspost​

cherry  was  high;  there  was  no  denying  it.  she  may  or  may  not  have  smoked  a  blunt  before  showing  up.  she  was  on  her  way  to  getting  drunk  too.  to  her,  it  was  honestly  the  only  way  to  truly  enjoy  parties.  their  head  bounced  lightly  to  the  booming  music,  as  they  looked  out  at  the  horizon,  taking  a  panoramic  photo  of  the  setting  sun.  the  rooftop  was  one  of  her  favorite  spots  at  masters  to  hang  out,  so  when  she  heard  that  this  party  would  be  there,  she  figured,  why  not?  “ ok,  not  to  sound  like  the  queen  of  small  talk  but  this  weather  is  fucking  insane, ”  she  exclaimed.   

blake sputters a laugh, nearly spiting up the sip they’d been about to take, “oh my god, i hate you...you did not just say that after taking an instagram mom shot of the new york skyline at dusk,” they mock, raising an incredulous brow. granted, the sight was beautiful and the party was immaculately put together and the view was actually super fantastic but really, the weather?  “you’re so far gone, aren’t you?”

blake dances over to the standing table alice had been guarding with their next round of shots in hand, a wild grin on their face and a stupid wiggling brow aimed at their companion, “you’re on the next run, the bar tender is starting to look at me funny. i think he wants to call security if i get rowdy,” they laugh, sliding the shot across the table to their friend, “to masters?” they offers jokingly, their shot held up high, “for throwing an absolute rager!”

blake tosses back their next shot, a smile thats more teeth than smile on their face as they bring their head back down, “jesus! what the hell did you order me griffin?” they laugh, rushing to chase the shot down with a bit more from their lime after they’d initially sucked on it, “was that like 100 proof or something? felt like rubbing alcohol going down,” they scoff, holding their hand out for their fruit cocktail again because, luckily, griffin was someone blake could trust with their drink.

blake leaves the crowd around the bar with...a bit of a struggle before rushing to some less crowded space, “animals” they curse over their shoulder before looking for an open spot at the couches. after the fight that it was to get to and from the bar they definitely need to take a seat and they find an open one beside a familiar face. “this seat taken?” they sit anyway, a teasing smile on their lips as they sip from their curvy glass, “it is now.”

blake leans against the railing of the stair well, the sound of the party muffled by the heavy duty doors at the top, music buzzing even through the walls but overpowered by the jingle of a zipper on a cute leather wallet they shuffle in their hand. they’d texted zoey when they’d first gotten here and where they’d wait, it was a big plus that they could possibly sneak away from here without catching any eyes for blake’s little thank you gift. soon the heavy metal door clanks and blake looks up expectantly, beaming when they finally see who they’d been waiting for and not some other stranger looking for an unoccupied bathroom, “hey beautiful, what took you so long?”

blake’s head had fallen back, squinting up at the dark sky long since too light polluted to show anything more than a blinking helicopter flying over head. it’s always been like this, blake looking up and hoping that tonight they’d be special enough to catch a glimpse of a faded star, tonight was not even close to their night. their legs kick in the nearly neon blue of the roof top pool, only enough to keep them floating beside the ledge where a familiar presence lingers next to them and they lean in for the comfort and also to annoy them by getting them wet. “why are girls so complicated?” they complain (read: whine), looking up at lizzie with a pout on their lips, “i just want to kiss pretty people, can’t i just get a phd in that?”

blake dips under the pool water to slick back their hair before climbing out to get another drink at the bar. the feeling of weirdness they’d felt being in their swimsuit around their coworkers had long been forgotten once people started getting drinks in their hand and, oddly enough, it’d started to lose the no-fun-work-party vibe in the same way that a middle school dance slowly stripped itself of it’s awkwardness once the first boy and girl crossed the forbidden line on the dance floor. just as their eyeing the bar to catch an opening they see a familiar face, and squeeze in next to them, “excuse the state i’m in, i’ll be jumping back in after i get my drink,” they laugh, waving at the bar tender before turning back to hallie, “how’s your night been though? do you not intend to like...make use of the literal roof top pool?”

zoey: i love the way i think too 👅

zoey: will you bring it with you to the party tonight? 🥺 🥺 🥺

blake: open bar 🤔 and your pretty face? 🤔

alice: i think the alphabet would only be a nursery rhyme for shakespeare :\

alice: ok BECAUSE u said xoxo gossip girl and i still dont know how it ended but rly enjoyed it

alice: one time i couldn't get 'funkytown' by lipps inc out of my head for literally a MONTH. A MONTH.

alice: so i looked up tips and put it on repeat while trying to do a crossword

alice: and it got out of my head!!!

alice: so go find some creepy recording of the alphabet song and do something that makes u think and it SHOULD work

blake: wait...is it not a nursery rhyme? i guess i'd just assumed because it was the tune of ✨ ✨ little star

blake: oh lol, i didn't like the show but i respect it's modern classic status in pop culture

blake: hmmm but the real question around here is if i'm able to think

zoey: i'd beg for it back

zoey: on my knees 😏 😏 😏 😏

zoey: but if you're teasing me, i stg

blake: wow 🥵 wow 🥵 wow

balke: i love the way you think 😳

⠀     ⠀ ⠀ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀'𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘  was  going  to  get  whiplash  with  the  way  it  darted  up  to  look  at  them  .  now  this  was  insulting  .  she  would  never  think  of  blake  as  such  ,  no  matter  how  badly  they  hurt  her  .  “  is  that  what  you  think  of  me  ?  that  i  would  think  of  you  like  that  ?  because  that’s  not  what  i  said  so  ,  don’t  put  words  in  my  mouth  .  ”  although  she  was  the  one  that  initiated  the  argument  ,  seeing  them  again  made  a  whirlwind  of  emotions  hit  her  .  they  didn’t  leave  off  on  the  best  foot  .  they  didn’t  leave  off  on  any  foot  really  .  once  it  was  over  ,  it  was  over  .  valencia  was  left  wondering  ,  but  being  willing  to  put  her  pride  aside  to  move  on  from  the  clutches  of  the  grudge  she  was  sporting  was  a  challenge  .  “  i  am  !  i  would  be  stamping  my  feet  if  i  wasn’t  .  &  besides  ,  i  didn’t  threaten  anything  .  i  made  a  suggestion  then  i  made  an  offer  .  that  is  not  threatening  .  ”  valencia  argued  .  she  wished  she  could  just  stop  feeling  hurt  by  the  situation  ,  but  it  was  a constant  reminder  that  maybe  she  wasn’t  enough  .  was  she  ever  going  to  be  ?  maybe  she  didn’t  appreciate  blake  for  what  they  were  during  their  relationship  because  she  was  dwelling  on  the  superficial  aspects  of  it  .  maybe  she  spent  too  much  time  looking  at  what  she  wanted  &  not  the  bigger  picture  .  it  was  hard  to  make  someone  happy  when  all  you  thought  about  for  the  majority  of  the  time  was  yourself  .  but  when  valencia  finally  started  to  make  that  effort  ,  it  was  almost  like  it  was  too  late  .  a  commonality  that  followed  her  throughout  her  relationships  whether  it  be  platonic  ,  familial  ,  or  romantic  .  “  aren’t  i  ?  what  did  i  do  that  was  so  terrible  for  you  to  be  ‘  fucked  up  ’  over  it  ?  i  don’t  think  breaking  up  with  someone  is  that  hard  when  it  wasn’t  like  you  cared  anyways  .  ”  okay  ,  that  last  statement  was  a  complete  lie  ,  but  she  couldn’t  help  but  feel  that  way  &  she  couldn’t  not  continue  with  her  theatrical  &  emotional  behavior  .  she  absolutely  knew  blake’s  way  of  showing  affection  was  the  complete  opposite  of  her  own  ,  yet  she  still  decided  to  throw  it  back  at  her  .  “  making  someone  look  fucking  foolish  is  not  gonna  make  you  lose  sleep  ,  b  .  &  you  still  can’t  look  at  me  ?  am  i  repulsing  to  you  ?  ”

“you didn’t say it but it was insinuated when you offered to pay me off. words mean things, vee! how am i the bad guy right now?” it was always like this, always a fight just to establish something so obvious and valencia always acted like she had no idea where these assumptions came from. it was this rollercoaster of emotions that blake just wasn’t willing to put themself through anymore, that’s why blake ended things at least, it didn’t make the end any less explosive and murky. blake listens to valencia as they walk over to close the archives for lunch but, admittedly, a lot of it is just washing over them because if blake absorbed everything coming out of valencia’s mouth they’d just get angrier than they already were. blake might hate their job but they had some dignity. “fine, if that’s how you want to see it then i’m rejecting your ‘offer’, that should be fine then.” this argument was ridiculous from the jump but it really was like riding a bike, just going along with whatever valencia said just to give her her way. “i’m sorry, what?” they laugh in disbelief, “you did not just- i didn’t care? valencia i liked you, we dated because i wanted to be there with you just as much as you wanted to be there with me, we liked each other,” if blake had to put anymore emphasis on words to spell things out for this girl they might scream, “you can’t just assume shit just because you want to be the only one hurt about all this! because you’re a big fat drama queen who has to make everything about her! i hurt too, i was there for all of our fights, i had to clean up your messes, i memorized your favorite snacks, i went out to those places you wanted to go to for a stupid fucking picture, i can’t look at you because i hate how things ended but here we are, anyways. doesn’t feel good, does it? when i’m the one going me me me, hm?” this was just their break up fight all over again and blake hated it, “i’m not making anyone look like an ass here, vee. you’re doing that just fine yourself. the only question i really care about right now, in this moment, is if you really wanna do this right here, because i’m really not in the mood.”

gianna lets out a soft snicker at blake’s words, her head shaking as her long hair brushed over her shoulder. her fingertips dance around their waist, tugging gently at the belt loop and while there is a bit of distance between them blake had seemingly rid most of it. there’d been tension rising between them for some time now, undeniably so. “only if i’m willing..” gianna tested the idea in her mind as she stole another swig from her flask, relishing in the tequila that seemed to only boost her ever growing confidence. she lifted her hand, placing a black painted acrylic on blake’s jaw, dragging up gently as she eyed them with a hooded gaze. “mmm.. maybe.” she purred as she drew close, moving only to press a kiss to their cheek. “but i like to keep you waitin’.” she quipped into their ear before pulling back once more with a shit eating grin plastered to her features.

blake gives gianna a not so discrete once over when they’re pulled in by the belt loop, enjoying their little game where they walk the fine line between dramatics and obscurities, playing at the balance of being ridiculously obvious and, at the same time, vague with what they’d want from the other. it’s these stupid little mind games that make being around gianna so fun, though. “only if you’re willing,” they repeat, playfully, eyes watching gianna’s throat as she takes a drink before their pupils blow wide at the scrape of gianna’s nail against the delicate skin of their jaw. their whole body goes tense with anticipation and deflates with a breathy laugh as they get a peck on the cheek, “you’re such a tease, i respect that,” blake chuckles as they fight off the shiver that races down their spine, “but don’t get to smug, hm? might come back to bite you in the ass.”

zoey: pleaseee tell me you have my wallet

zoey: if i left it in that uber last night i'm going to throw myself in the bin

blake: 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔

blake: i might have your wallet...