“ dude…. i simply asked you if you were okay.”max arched her eyebrows,wondering what the hell was up with the guy she was stuck on the subway with. it had been at least ten minutes since the subway stopped moving due to the existence of some problem she couldn’t seem to remember. at the moment,she was stuck in a packed subway,with a dead phone and was sat next to some random guy who she had seen once or twice around the town. “seriously,are you okay?…if the situation is that bad,i guess you could crash on my couch for the weekend. i would ask if you are a twisted psycho murderer but right now,i don’t really care.”
HE’S TWITCHY , HE’S ALWAYS twitchy and the uncomfortable itch of a comedown has him playing too much with his own hair, with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. riding the subway in circles until he felt dizzy had seemed like a fun idea at first, a way to kill time, to drop himself off in a part of town he maybe hadn’t seen yet and unfold the landscape like a map - he couldn’t recall anymore what was so fun about being alone. “ i can afford my own place, ” caleb finally offers, dodging the questions about his well being because he didn’t feel completely at liberty to answer them. “ just don’t live here. don’t want to live here, or anything. i’m a tourist. a really immersive type. wanted to see this place from the eyes of the people that live here. dazzling eyes they are, really, ” and he smiles, because he’s partially sure he’s scared her and feels a little guilty about it. caleb’s likable enough, in the right crowd, but even he knows he’s too much in others. “ the whole weekend ? hello, daddy warbucks. you go plucking up orphans off the street often ? ” he wipes off a hand before extending it to her, “ cale - ” but the subway lurches to a stop and he’s thrown, grasping for the metal rail and spinning himself around until he’s facing her again. “ my name’s caleb. ”
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Truth be told, Calliope was too busy texting her manager and record label about her new song set to release in a few days to really pay attention to what the person next to her was saying. But, him saying ‘my address is whatever couch opens itself up to me tonight’ caught her attention. “Wait, are you being serious?” she asked, frowning slightly as she looked up at him. “Honey, if you need a place to stay tonight, or even for a few nights you are welcome to crash at my place. And no couch. I have a guest bedroom with it’s own bathroom.”
“ I’M NOT THE KIND to jest, ” caleb nodded solemnly, already committed to a string of lies brought about by the stress of whatever had transpired only moments ago. sometimes he made up backstories. it would be boring not to. “ i was raised in a country where having a sense of humor better than the king’s was an offense punishable by death. my father told a joke at the dinner table once and i never saw him again. ” in all honesty, he could go back to abernathy creek for the night, but it was such a long walk from where his ubers were usually willing to drop him off, and exerting himself was never one of caleb’s favorite activities, so perhaps he should have been taking the whole situation a little more seriously. “ does the bathroom come with shampoo ? i’ve been staying at this guy i met at the beach’s place for the past few nights and all he has is a bar of dove soap. it’s all shriveled up too, like it hasn’t seen the sun in months. prunish. it’s inhumane. ”
“ THIS IS ALL HAPPENING so fast ... ” caleb lurched, the back of one hand pressed to his forehead, feigning feeling faint, while the other fanned at his blush pink neck. “ can’t you buy a guy a drink first ? the nerve - no, the absolute gaul of some people. ” it was hard to tell if he was serious of not, even those that knew caleb to be prone to theatrics had a hard time picking apart what was his reality and what was a performance, crafted to equally entertain and keep others at arm’s length. “ seriously. the x is wearing off. i like whiskey sours and buying me drinks counts as a tax write off because technically, my address is whatever couch opens itself up to me tonight. ”
A SPUTTERING LAUGH LEAVES HER throat as she’s tucking the tacky pink paper umbrella into her hair , grinning at the drunken male . granted , she was far from sober herself , having always been a little more light weighted than she would of liked to have been , but none the less , he was amusing . ❝ and you know the taste of windex from experience ? ❞ she shakes her head , her eyes sparked with amusement in the dull glow of the bar , cheeks flushed and nose freckled . ❝ never been much of an angel , most just call me a goddess . ❞ a play on her name more than anything but it wasn’t a total lie , she’d heard the attempts of flattery all her life .
IT WARMS THE SPOT IN his belly he can only assume is holding all of the alcohol, the way he’s able to make her laugh so easily, though he can’t quite remember what he said that might have elicited the response. he feels he has the memory of a goldfish when he’s gotten enough alcohol in him, mind bouncing from one wild conspiracy to the next elaborate fantasy like he’s trapped since a children’s bounce house, a marble in a pinball machine, mental gymnastics. “ NO , ” he starts to defend himself, before settling his chin into the cusp of his wrist, defeated. “ once. ever been to an anything but cups party ? it’s where you drink out of paint cans and your parent’s medicine bottles and shit. i used a windex bottle, poured a bunch of UV BLUE in it because i thought it would freak people out. finished half before i realized i hadn’t cleaned it all out. ” he shudders at the memory, one of the less enjoyable ambulance rides of his life. one of them. “ the resemblance is striking, ” with an easy grin, because she’s nice, and maybe the night isn’t a total dud because he thinks he might have even found a friend in her, “ i’ve been called a muse, by this choreographer i dated that used to have me dance around his apartment donald duck style. claimed he was working for broadway but thinking back, ‘was definitely when i lived in chicago. ”
BARS WEREN’T SOMETHING PERRIE DABBLED much in , unless you counted the infrequent gig she’d played , but that was a rarity . and that was putting in kindly , but scuba was a frequent in her life , most deals could easily be secured when needed , and like tonight , without a care to the world , she’d made money and decided a drink was worth in , or maybe three or four , it , after all , gave her cause to avoid the mess that was her mother most nights , spouting bullshit about visions and readings . so here she was , tendrils of wild , unruly locks being tugged up into an equally wild knot with a hair elastic that never left her wrist , before she’s stealing the paper umbrella from his drink in passing . ❝ you hate it here ? you hate it here ? how dare you . ❞ she goaded , laughter ebbing in her throat like waves on a shore before she’s shaking her head . ❝ drink your drink babes you’ll soon forget it . ❞
SHE WAS SOMETHING OF an ethereal image, loose strands of hair framing her face, and caleb was almost convinced he’d passed away to the other side. her subsequent teasing that followed only made him more sure - too drunk to pick up on the fact that she was only feigning offense - that he had insulted some sort of dive bar god and was in for a punishment worse than he could imagine. “ is .. is that so ? ” he choked out, trying his best to disguise any fear in case he was being tested. weaknesses centered. “ there something in this drink ? a poison that will reveal my fate ? ” and then he’s drinking it all, too fast, because he’s half convinced in drunk confusion that his life depends on it. “ oh. shouldn’t have done that probably. just tasted like the color blue. windex kind of. you’re not an angel at all, are you ? ” he’s too drunk to consider that might be offensive.
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“sounds to me like somebody didn’t watch Aquamarine when they were younger,” he said, biting onto the pineapple with a tiny umbrella. santiago held onto his drink like it was a precious possession that could be stolen, a straw smacked right in the middle of maximum advantage. he’d come to the bar in hopes of getting drunk but he’d been there for twenty minutes and already he wanted to go home. tilting his head to the side he studied the person that had spoken. “just don’t splash them with water, or they are done for.”
“ PLEASE , ” CALEB SCOFFS , suddenly equal parts offended by the accusation and embarrassed that he hadn’t taken into account the lore of one of his favorite films, “ i used to watch that movie to fall asleep. sara paxton herself would literally tucked me into bed. i can speak to dolphins, ” and just as easily as he was distracted by the reference, he’s fallen into a tangent that he continues far longer than he should, including something about starfish earrings and being pushed into the pool when he was little. it doesn’t quite border on oversharing, but he isn’t even listening to himself by the time he’s finished. “ what were we saying ? something about water ? you’re thirsty ? ” reaching to give the man’s glass a a flick, he shakes his head. “ it’s clear to see why. haven’t even made a dent in that drink. i’ll race you ? ” he holds up his fishbowl glass, to show what a disadvantage he’s at in suggesting the competition, to tempt him into agreement. caleb honestly doesn’t need another sip, but it feels almost like community service, when it’s assisting someone else fall into his own drunken stupor.
“Play Put It In My Butt!” Waiting until the moment the crowd at Rockin’ and Rollin’ had finally went quiet after applause, earning Leo several dirty looks - even a scoff sent his way. Turning to his company, he pulled a face, exaggeratingly reaching into the collar of his t-shirt - one that was already getting them odd looks, ‘Nobody knows I’m a Lesbian’ adorning the front in giant letters - and tugging dramatically, “Yeesh, tough crowd. All ugly, anyway. I think there’s a correlation - like, with who’s funny and who’s lovely to the eyes,” he crooned, slapping a posh British accent onto the second half of his statement, “Y’want the last sip?” Tilting his almost empty slushee cup towards them, the overwhelming taste of cinnamon from the amount of fireball poured in would’ve surprised anyone given the distractingly bright lime green colour, “Gonna fuck up a grape one after. Want one? Only the gentlemanly thing to do - I’m a superb date.” @irvingstarters
“ THAT’S HOMOPHOBIC ! ” CALEB SCREAMS , obviously more than a little distraught at the crowd’s poor reception to leo’s suggestion of the song they had listened to in the uber on the way to the rink. the truth of the matter was that he was pretty sure he had met leo before, like, probably hundreds of times ( was he the one who used to date lana ? it was hard to keep up with sometimes ) but leo had been playing coy and caleb wasn’t going to be the first one to break. he wouldn’t put it past himself to have imagined a shared history between the two of them anyway. so many people came and went from caleb’s life that it had a tendency to feel a bit like seeing faces in his dreams. “ incredibly scientific observation, mr. fowler. i’ve always trusted attractive people the most. nothing behind our perfect bone structure but black eyed peas lyrics and comedy. ” he nodded curtly, rubbing his own empty hands on his sweats after noticing they were sticky from the slushee he had spilled across himself during the mosh pit he’d tried to start earlier in the night. it, like leo’s song request, hadn’t been well received. he’d elbowed a teenager in the eye, even, and they’d toppled into a couple making out, and it had all been super embarrassing. for them. “ don’t have to ask me twice. don’t even have to ask me once, really. almost insulting. these are sucking lips, ” caleb’s jesting before leaning into the slushee, stumbling almost, like it’s trying to get away from him. the sip burns, has him coming up for air, but when he does his eyes are light up like fireworks on the fourth of july. “ grape’s my third favorite flavor, ” the first being blueberry and watermelon. “ you’re getting ahead of yourself. we haven’t even slept together, so ‘snot a date. plus i think we have a friend that wouldn’t be so happy about your word choice, ” he snorts, though he doesn’t clarify whether the aforementioned third party is lana - who he’s about 90% sure now they have in common and in all actuality would decidedly NOT give a shit - or landon, who’s taken to writing scathing songs about caleb’s impurity.
alice has never been much of one for parties or what not for different holidays and mardi gras was no exception. though she decided to venture off after closing the law office for the evening and see what’s around. she found herself staring mindlessly at the lights while holding a drink in her hand that she had been nursing for at least two hours now nothing ever seemed to change in this town did it? for as long as she could remember she was certain that those were the same lights from four years ago if she could remember correctly. nothing ever seems to change in this town does it? it was the same ole same ole and alice was starting to get bored of it. maybe she was getting bored of this town but that was something that she’d probably never admit. the man’s voice almost went thru one ear and out the other as she finally went back to reality and gave him a gentle smile, holding her half drunken drink in her hand as her gaze mindlessly wandered to the seaweed. “irving has its ways and a mad party planner at that.” she says simply with a shrug before finally refreshing her drink with the unsettling blue liquid. “”but i don’t blame you, it’s quite unexciting here, i see you’ve made your way towards the prizes though.” she says gesturing to all the beaded necklaces around his neck.
HE’S NEARLY FORGOTTEN about the beads until she mentions them, so many items draped around his neck that his shoulders threaten to sag under their weight. “ party planner ? that a hot commodity ? ” he shouldn’t ask, really, shouldn’t start telling a stranger about his nearly obsessive tendency to put together abhorrent themed disasters , but it’s a pride thing. “ i could put them out of business without even trying. ” with a shake of his beads, he gives a curt nod. “ they suit me, don’t they ? ” he muses proudly, holding them up to his eyes. “ really bring out the baby blues. one of my many assets. don’t you think ? ” batting his lashes sweetly, deceptively demure. and it still isn’t clear to him that he’s bragging, like, an obnoxious amount to someone he has never met, and probably making a mojo top 10 list of worst first impressions. but caleb likes to think he’s bordering on endearing on his worst days.
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beau’s nursing what might be his fourth cocktail of the night when his neighbor peaks his interest with a very valid question, causing his eyebrows to furrow in genuine contemplation. then suddenly, as if a light bulb has gone off inside that brain of his ( there’s a lot of capacity for it, even a large one too — trust me ), he leans in, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “ h2o mermaids, i’m tellin’ ya. ‘cause, y’know, when they don’t get water on themselves, they’re fine. ” he attempts a swig of his drink with a straw, but it only ends up POKING his dimple multiple times. “ dunno why they’d work at a bar though. bit of a risk if you ask me, but i s’pose it makes it that much more exciting. ” giving up on his straw, he goes for the orange that’s been caddishly pierced by a miniature umbrella made of paper — go environment — which seems to please him for the time being. “ hey, mate. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you here before. d’ya come here often ? ” an INNOCENT question in its entirety, but his natural charm just seems to amp up the flirty tone behind anything without him meaning to ( or perhaps meaning to … who’s to say ? )
THE SEEMINGLY DISEMBODIED VOICE to his left startles caleb, has him looking in all directions as though he’s been singled out by a deity delighted to share with him some secret of life. he’d be a shitty prophet, certainly, but it was an honor to be chosen none the less. “ i didn’t watch that show, ” he hiccups, tone bordering on hysteric, like his chance to commune with POSEIDON himself is slipping from his grasp, and curse his unnatural obsession with degrassi for taking up so much of his middle school brain capacity. he knew that show would come back to bite him in the ass one day. the movement of the drink beside him seems to shake caleb out of the vision he had felt so immersed in, and it feels like someone has splashed a bucket of cold water on him, extinguishing some fire of passion, until he’s pulled right into conversation with the man next to him. “ straws are bad for the en - vi - ro - ment , probably some mermaid force keeping you from plopping it in your mouth, ” he points out, wrapping the seaweed around himself once more, for dramatic effect. “ i’m -- ” it’s been catching him off guard for the entirety of his stay in irving, the way people don’t know his name, recognize his face. feels ill fitting for him to be new in town, to land somewhere he hasn’t sunken sharp roots into yet. if his friends from new york were here they’d surely make up fake names, don accents and backstories that didn’t fit their silhouettes , but his friends from new york weren’t here. he hardly had any friends at all, and lying about his identity seemed like a waste of time when all he was really starting to feel was lonely. “ caleb, ” he finally nods, though it answers a question he wasn’t really asked. he gulps around a mouthful of his drink, sputtering droplets of it from his lips as he speaks, “ just been scoping out the town for a few days, ” a lie. he’s been in irving for well over a month. “ i’m, like, absolutely the most exciting person that’s ever been here, which is kind of a shame. for everyone else. ”
TO SAY CALEB WAS THREE sheets to the wind would be putting it nicely. he hadn’t been in irving long enough to make it a habit of visiting the same place twice, but something about SCUBA had apparently wrapped salty sea tentacles around his heart and refused to let go. seriously, he’d been there the past three nights, and one third of the time he had been passed out in the bathroom, taking up an entire stall much to the other patron’s chagrin. tonight, however, he’d certainly made a comeback. adorned in beads that made him feel like he’d won the prize of prettiest at mardi gras, and wrapping a decorative seaweed wall hanging around his neck like it was a scarf, he titled his fishbowl beverage in the direction of a staff member as they passed. “ how’d they hire mermaids here ? ” he asked to no on in particular - lucky that he was so capable of entertaining himself. “ do they not drown above water ? .. no, the opposite of drown. breathe ? ” annoyed with the confusion he caused himself, he gave his drink a little wag, blue liquor slopping over the sides like tidal waves. “ suddenly i hate it here. ” @irvingstarters
* DYLAN O’BRIEN , CIS MALE + HE / HIM | you know CALEB MONTGOMERY , right ? they’re TWENTY SIX , and they’ve lived in irving for , like , A COUPLE MONTHS AT MOST ? well , their spotify wrapped says they listened to WAVES BY DEAN LEWIS like , a million times this year , which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole RUBBING GLITTER ON PUNCTURE WOUNDS , SITTING CROSS LEGGED IN A SMOKE CIRCLE , SCREAMING SONG LYRICS ON A STRANGER’S ROOFTOP thing going on . i just checked and their birthday is AUGUST 3RD , so they’re a LEO , which is unsurprising , all things considered .
TW INCLUDE drugs tw , addiction tw , rehab tw , death tw , drunk driving tw , depression tw
alli known for disappearing constantly and never sticking to one muse back again with a muse near and dear to my heort that makes me smile ok that was gross lets get into it <3
AESTHETICS :
rubbing glitter on puncture wounds, sitting crossed legged in a smoke circle, screaming song lyrics on a stranger’s rooftop, inciting riots and running from your own shadow, sweaty dancing, hanging out the sunroof of a moving car, pretending to be someone else, accessorizing eyebags and sweatpants with feather boas, a coming of age movie soundtrack, liquor stores and afterparties, a map without directions.
CHARACTER INSPO :
huckleberry finn ( the adventures of huckleberry finn ) , seth cohen ( the oc ) , klaus hargreeves ( the umbrella academy ) , elliot goss ( search party ) , charlie kelly ( it’s always sunny ) , hamlet ( hamlet , don’t ask about this one but the connection is there ) , a series of strange headcanons i’ve developed over that years that can’t be accurately put to words
GENERAL STATISTICS :
full name : caleb augustus montgomery
age / dob : twenty six / august 3rd
gender : cis male
pronouns : he / him
faceclaim : dylan o’brien
orientation : homosexual
residence : abernathy creek
occupation : drug dealer / mooch
pinterest : HERE !
BIOGRAPHY :
caleb was born in new york city ( the upper east side ) to two doctors, his lovely but hollow mother and his cold and distant father. when he was a baby his father had an affair with another married woman resulting in the birth of his half sister, lydia montgomery, but they never grew up so much as knowing the other’s name.
he played lacrosse at his private preppy annoying rich kids high school, and surprisingly was really good at it, but he quit after a series of unfortunate events that would ultimately lead to his first stint in rehab.
he’s a dealer. he’s been a dealer since he was a freshman in high school, when he realized he could use the money to stop relying on his parent’s income and his inheritance that he was positive he would sooner be murdered for than ever receive.
at first he didn’t even do the drugs that he sold, he just pocketed the money and had a little hustle, but he inevitably started smoking the weed, and when he widened his range of inventory ( he called it diversifying his assets ) he took a lot of everything else as well. it meant he didn’t have to sit in his numbness anymore so alright baby!
heavy partier, heavy drinker, heavy user. his grades and his performance on the field dropped drastically. he slept around a lot ( tried to. he’s very much Gay but that realization didn’t come for a long time ) and pretty much turned into a giant dickwad.
DRUNK DRIVING TW. REHAB TW. he crashed his dad’s lamborghini one night driving blackout and when he woke up in his hospital he found his parents had packed his bags and enrolled him in rehab.
he doesn’t talk about it.
boarding school came next, and old habits die hard, but he managed to graduate. he went to college and got a degree in chemistry because he’s surprisingly smart but he’s never learned how to work an honest job and he doesn’t plan on it.
he put himself in rehab sometime between his freshman and sophomore year. he talks about it sometimes. not ashamed of it and it actually helped him quite a bit.
DEATH TW. near the end of what was supposed to be his senior year, he received the news that his mother had passed. it was most likely his father’s doing, but white rich men can get away with anything, so he sits free. caleb steals mercilessly from him to get by, but deep down, he’s really quite terrified of the man and chose to travel around aimlessly after graduation to avoid going back to new york.
wound up in irving after a bender that lead him to abernathy creek somehow and he liked it so he’s been crashing there ever since. he doesn’t really know how long it’s been so i do not know either <3 probably about two months but he doesn’t remember half of even that <3
MISCELLANEOUS :
he’s still a dealer. marijuana, pills, powder, miscellaneous concoctions, he’ll sell you anything. he’d gotten a lot better about using in the time leading up to his mother’s death but that wagon’s been fallen off.
he’s really depressed. he’s always been really depressed but he’s. on the up right now.
never not wearing sweats. pretty bad at remembering to shave. a man of culture! still will find an excuse to dress up for theme parties which are his secret lifeblood, especially if they’re stupid.
he’s gay just straight up not straight at all. had his awakening in college and hasn’t looked back.
lives to torment others, can’t take anything seriously, and genuinely a puppy of a person. quite frankly extremely annoying in the wrong crowd.
tall and lanky and scrappy he has a lot of anger the kind of person who probably bit a lot of people as a child. unapologetically chaotic.
he’s intelligent but he’s also super unmotivated. he straight up did not attend class and scraped by literally by the grace of some god. he doesn’t use his brain much at all.
lazy. hates labor. crude sense of humor.
a really fucking good time <3 he will invite himself to parties he does not need to be asked he somehow just knows. he calls it a sixth sense for sniffing out heathenism.
likes almost everyone but also dramatic. sleeps around. lives for causing chaos and being the center of attention and unapologetic about it.
WANTED CONNECTIONS :
couches he crashes on if he doesn’t think he’ll make it back to the commune because he’s too inebriated to stand or simply too lazy to find his way back.
hookups. he may call you back but only if he’s lonely. actually has a good heart but where has that ever gotten him?
friends. a whole friend group please. messy. let’s start drama.
people he sells to, people he buys from, other dealers that don’t like that this dude who somehow always has good shit has landed themselves in town and is making himself a Presence.
someone he met while singing a duet at the bar and now they’re attached at the hip. stealing from karaoke night theme because i think this is how he would genuinely make friends.
someone who doesn’t like him and he’s so self absorbed he hasn’t noticed at all.
people who live in abernathy creek and are literally like what the fuck are you doing here. you stole my bed. and he says i’m sorry <3 do u want to get a drink?
people who do not want him to leave town and every time he says i must be going say .. no please don’t.
um i don’t know i can come up with a million random scenarios for him i’ll put out a plot call and come up with more if none of these work?
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