i'll find my own bravado.

              “ OH! YOU COME BACK HERE! you obnoxious fur-ball! “ the blonde frantically yelled after the cat that had jumped out of her arms. how could something so fat run so fast? and when did she get so out of shape? truly, her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. she would have been better off just settling for a tea cozy. ‘ excuse me, pardon me, i have to… ‘ she stuttered through her words as she made her way through the crowd, waving hello’s and goodbyes with eyes glued on the furry creature that seemed to be miles a head of her. it wasn’t until she crashed face first into someone and tripped on her feet, probably her oversized sweater’s fault, but regardless, her concentration broke as she realized  ––  it was someone else, like of the person variety. “ sorry, sorry, sorry.. “ she mumbled the word a few times over, her eyes glued to the floor mostly out of instinct. “ the only thing i wanted to crash into was my CAT. “ and then she frowned, pulling herself up she placed a strand of her hair behind one of her ears. “ not that i wanted to SQUISH it  ––  the cat, i mean. i’m not trying to… it ran away, sorry. “

“ i’ll ask my magic eight ball if he’ll be making an appearance today – god, i hope he does. she’s got it right ! who was your favorite character ? mine was baby brooke davis, the queen who deserved it all. my natal chart ? is that like… pregnancy ? because i struggle to look after myself and even though my baby would be adorable, i’m waiting at least another year. maybe two. you know what, you’re right. a bus hitting me would probably hurt less than choking on one of them, they’re literally like eating a dragon. “

Buck stands along the bank of the water, solemn faced, toes pointed outwards with his hands on hips. Despite the near ninety degree weather, he’s dressed in his typical “work” uniform - jeans without a belt (he buys pants that actually fit, for God’s sake), cowboy boots, and a gingham button down rolled up at the sleeves. He’s been surveying the quarry for a hot minute now as people seem to be coming out of the woodwork to enjoy the start of summer in amethyst falls. He’ll ignore the teenagers clad in swimsuits, clutching water bottles that have obviously been repurposed to contain copious amounts of their parent’s liquor (because he was also young once, believe it or not), and keeps a watch on the tiny tots waddling through the shallows, but his main focus today is that stupid, eight-hundred pound hunk of plastic that’d been set up by the deep end of the water, glittering in all it’s new-fangled, wallet denting delight.         “Well, it’s up there,” Buck says dryly to his approaching company, turning slowly to offer a polite nod hello (with an unmistakable grimace), “Ya’ll got your damn waterslide. Let me know what other environmental disasters you’d like me to put up. Apparently we got more than enough money for this bullshit.”

a hot summer day in augusta merited a trip to amythest falls, whether or not her father had made it known that she was not to partake in the trivial activites of everyone else her age. there is more at stake for you. you have to be serious now, chiara. rolling her eyes as she climbed her way up a few rocks, cursing at herself for not having at least worn a shirt over her suit as she learned early on that it was not the easiest to manuever in. catching her breath when she reached the back-end of the quarry ( for in a desperate attempt to feel alive, it was her intention to jump from the cliffs to the still pool below ), chiara rewarded herself with this effort by lighting a bone, the sweet aroma making an effort to relax her as much as the subtance itself did. however, her intentions with the day shifted when she noticed a familiar southern gentleman at the edge of the water on the opposite end. “i guess it’s better this way, too many kids milling about anyhow,” the brunette muttered to herself as she set aim on reaching him below. chiara couldn’t help the intrigue which he inspired since they met.

“where…  are you?”   words were a mere breath past lips.  leg bouncing with agitation, ivan is locked in on his iphone, thumb sliding against the screen. with one hand, it was a tad impressive how fast he typed, but with his clubmaster sunglasses that kept sliding down the bridge of his nose, he was rather distracted.  the young man lifts his chin, to push the accessory up, the new position opening up his peripherals.  standing near his stack of boxes located on the curb was another presence.  the young man sighs.   “please…   refrain from touching, would you?  I have someone coming for them.”  

“ i’ll let you come over and join, but only lucifer could get me to move from this room today. however , our bestie jose cuervo is sitting in the cupboard just waitin’ for your arrival, so … hurry your ass up and lets get our drink on. i … don’t even know what my rising sign is, all i know is i’m a gemini and my birthday is june 14th and that’s a good enough excuse for me to miss work today. i’ll take my chances choking on hot cheetos, it’s better than getting run over by a bus or whatever. “