broken dreams.

" yeah, sounds about like you. " he sighs as she revels in the admission of enjoying his misfortune and yet not a single shred of regret in his words the last time they were ever semi cordial: i'm done with your ass. " i like the peace and quiet sometimes. " he shrugs. " you should try it sometime. might do you good, might make you less rigid. "

"peace and quiet? awww, did the dating pool finally dry up?" had he been nicer in the past and maybe they could have become good friends. instead he went and acted like a total asshole in front of half the town, so kitty now made it her mission to make his every waking moment complete torture. "what would you know about rigid? let's not fool ourselves here, darling." yes, she was playing dirty and hitting literally below the belt. he deserved it and it brought her great joy. "but if you really want to know, I could get someone to demonstrate for you."

"I am sure I count when you are screaming for me." Grayson tossed a wink. "I could think of a few ways to shut that mouth of yours." Ways thats that would bring him pleasure. "Do you now? I'm sure you get all the pleasure out of this place. When that starts to get lackluster give me a shout and I'll show ya what real pleasure feels like." Wilder moved to pick up another set, one that was bold and strappy, "I don't need a job babe. I am pretty sure my blossoming business and plans for expansion is fulfilling enough. "I want something bad, bold, fiece. Something that you would do a double take seeing the innocent prudish girl in." a gift for Dulce. "Something when she puts it on she can't help but getting wet."

"keep dreaming, wilder." her eyes rolled, but as she turned to focus on fixing another display, there was a little smile tainting her serious face. he was the worst kind of guy. the guy that teased and played but also able to back it up. at least according to his reputation. kitty had yet to allow herself to fall for his charm and not for his lack of trying. "you know, it's starting to feel like all your hype will end up being super lackluster, so I'd rather save myself the disappointment and frustration." her eyes widened as he messed yet another one of her displays, ready to wrap the expensive fabric around his neck and suffocate the shit out of him. instead she took a deep breath. "if you're looking to dress up a prudish girl, any basic attire will look bold and fierce on her. like this. "she moved toward a set on a mannequin, something classy and a little simpler. "it's beautiful but still comfortable. now if you're looking to make her eyes bulge..." she turned to a display further in the back of the store, bringing his attention to something shiny. "this is less comfortable to wear, trust me. but it looks so fucking gorgeous, it'll make a virgin look like a goddess."

dulce let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she brought her wine glass up to her lips, clearly entertained despite the secondhand frustration. “that is criminal,” she said lightly, eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned back into the couch like she was settling in for the full story now. “men really will trip over their own feet and somehow still find a way to make it your fault, it’s impressive actually.” she glanced over at kitty with a knowing look, before tilting her head slightly. “i wish i knew the answer,” she answered honestly, a small smile tugging at her mouth. “maybe we're all just a little delusional, a bunch of hopeful souls who think maybe the next one will be better. personally, i've sort of given up on it all."

it was nice having a friend who understood what she meant without mockery or judgement. unlike tyler who was kind of an asshole whenever she complained. "right?! ugh." she couldn't blame him though, she gave it right back. dulce was nice and understanding and actually gave constructive criticism. "yes, well...hope is getting us nowhere so I think I'm done for a bit. just no more dates with questionable men. I should have just focused more of my efforts on women anyway. I've never had a bad date with a woman." she paused, glass halfway raised to her lips. "okay, maybe not never. but it happens less often."

" relax. you think i'd let you down? " he shakes his head as if he were offended she'd even think he was even semi serious. " yeah yeah. " he rolls his eyes, a real comedian this one. but it was one he genuinely didn't mind stealing his drinks from his table.

"oh really? your track record isn't messy?" eyebrow raised in challenge as her arms crossed over her chest. "care to elaborate? because last time I checked you were playing dumb about a certain blonde..." despite her urge to shit on his...well, she wouldn't call it love life. but anyway, despite said urge, kitty did feel bad about the poor girl. she could do so much better than a guy who pretended he didn't notice. her lips pursed with a scrunch of her nose as she flicked her hair back. "he exists within my breathing space. that's enough to get me annoyed. I don't know why he keeps trying when we both know it's not happening."

it caught his attention for its overwhelming lack. yujin had to consider that every interaction with kitty was a comparison more than a conversation. hello had not been how they used to greet each other, so it sat lodged in his chest as something unfamiliar. not necessarily wrong, but always in competition with what had once been there, now no longer was.

"next to children..." nobody in their right mind would want to take a quiet lunch break in such a busy area of the park. even if she couldn't tell he was lying right away, the fact that he even tried to use the lunch bullshit excuse made it extremely obvious. "you'd think after all this time you wouldn't feel the need to lie to me. I don't matter anymore." the words felt foul in her mouth, but they were true. she stopped being important to him a long time ago.

"regina george? she wishes." kitty rolled her eyes, though a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "was it though? your grandma's? because it doesn't look that old." she took a step closer to inspect the piece. "the design was super popular in the early 2000's, so maybe I'd believe it if you said it was your mothers. you can say it was thrifted, there's no shame in that. potentially stolen, however..." her head shook in disapproval, though a smile etched itself on her lips. "someone's been a very bad girl and it wasn't me."

pam: 🤣🤣🤣

open to: everyone ( @thefaultstarters ) location: oceanside bar & grill

pam usually was more of a fast food type of girl, but now and then she wanted to indulge a little. plus, she promised lucia she'd bring home some food and she wasn't in the mood to go grocery shopping. she was making her way in when she spotted the girl sitting alone and something about the scene...well, she just had to. without a word, she took a seat across from the other, her bag resting at her feet. "I was hoping I could talk to you, actually." she paused, head tilting to the side. "you're one of the santoro girls, right? sorry I can't remember your name, they all sound the same." she leaned back in her seat with an easy smile, trying her damn best not to dump all the questions at the tip of her tongue. "do you think we can order some fries? I'm starving."

location: any neutral location

pamela didn't really notice whoever was sitting on the bench when she approached. she didn't really care for him either. she just wanted to throw away her empty coffee cup on the trash bin next to him. yet he spoke and drew her attention. "ya know, for someone who's trying to lay low, you're kinda full of yourself." her eyes rolled, though there was a hint of amusement in her tone. or maybe it was boredom. she nodded her head toward him anyway. "you're stepping on a puddle, by the way."