that's it - i'm done.

DAVINA BONNEY. // TWENTY-FIVE. // MAGICAL. // BLOGGER & INFLUENCER. 

having lost anthony at some point, davina was suprising enjoying a bit of alone time at the festival. she was getting good footage to use for perhaps a vlog or just a few ticktock and instagram posts, which was always nice to do without the rest of her friends around. because as much as they all pretend to act like they understand her job as an influencer, davina’s pretty sure none of them really do or they actually think she’s a bit ridiculous wasting her time on things like this. which was annoying, but she tried hard not to think on it too much. and thankfully she didn’t have to when she spotted one of her roommates a bit ahead. tucking her camera back into her bag, davina made her way over towards the familiar face. “so how much money have you lost so far?” she asked, even though she wasn’t even sure if riley had even visited the casino area of the festival grounds. “or have you been too busy breaking hearts to start up the gambling?” it was a question asked in jest with an affectionate teasing tone lacing the words. 

with her arm wrapped through anthony’s, davina kept her eyes peeled as they walked for the perfect selfie and mini photoshoot areas at the festival. because for all this date didn’t really have much or any romantic undertones to it at all, there was no way she wasn’t going to get a cute couples picture before one of them inevitably ditched the other to go hang out with someone else. everyone that knew her in real life would know that they had likely attended the event just as friends, but her followers that didn’t live around here wouldn’t have any clue. it was a perfect win-win situation really - she got to officially say she did indeed have a date to the st. lover’s festival and it provided the opportunity to tease a potential new mysterious boyfriend for her socials brand. the only thing that could have been better was if, well, someone had actually asked her out. but davina wasn’t about to think on that too much. instead she stopped in her tracks, tugging on anthony to get him to halt as well. “wait is there actually a tunnel of love at this thing?” she questioned, eyes glued to the ride that was clearly sitting just up ahead of them. “oh my god. we’re doing it. imagine how cute the picture would be at the end! an instagram post with that along with a picture of me blowing on your dice at one of those casino games - literally perfect.” she was mostly just thinking out loud, not really expected anthony to care, but now that the idea was in her head no way was she going to let him back out of it without a fight.

while technically she knows all of her roommates should be free to dress and look however they want, davina still feels tempted sometimes to start doing mandatory checks on each of them before they leave the house. especially for events like this. but this year she’d been too caught up in stressing over her ridiculous blind date that she’d completely forgotten to double check her friends’ looks before leaving for the ball. which really wasn’t that big of a deal, but when riley turned around a small little noise escapes davina’s mouth before she can stop it. hands flying up to her face and eyes widening a little, she bites her lip to hold back her initial comment. “hey riles,” she greets, obvious hesitation in her words. the attempt at being kind doesn’t last long before her real thoughts come bursting out. “that’s a bold lip you went for, huh...”

davina wasn’t really one to strike up conversation with complete strangers, always waiting instead for someone to come and talk to her, but she’s a bit tipsy already and can’t stop herself when she spots a semi familiar face ahead of her in line for the bar. “oh my god. you’re one of those gamers, aren’t you?” she asks, already completely certain that she indeed is. as to which one, that was where she wasn’t sure. the one with the best style, that much she knew. and she remembered that the girl was dating one of the duck triplets, or at least she had been recently. but her name? that was escaping davina. “the sugar racers, right?”

due to a decent amount of time spent stalking all forms of social media that her blind date for the ball had, it didn’t take long for davina to find his face in the crowd. and the moment that she did, she was pissed. without any hesitation, she marched right over to him and stopped just in front of his face. “what are you wearing?” she asks, voice laced with judgement and annoyance. not a great way to introduce herself by any means, but davina didn’t care in the moment. “didn’t you get the insta DM i sent you of my dress? did you even read the instructions i gave you on what kind of tux to find? please, tell me where i said to go for all gold. and the wrong tone of gold at that!” okay, definitely not the best way to start off the night. but in her defense, davina had been worried about this blind date enough to begin with just from what she’d overheard of this barley guy. and then to see this? well, how else would anyone expect her to react?

teddy was grumpily wiping down glasses at the bar before the woman stumbled her way into wonderland, some of the other workers and security guards needing to pull him away from one of their frequent patrons who had a little too much to drink earlier that night, deciding that was permission enough to get handsy with one of the dancers during her break, just sitting off to the side, minding her own business and it had the brunet practically seething, making the manager tell the man to leave and for teddy to take a breath in the back before coming back to finish the rest of his shift, so needless to say, he was already tired today and ready to get the hell home. once davina walked in, however, the boy’s brows perked up a little in interest, taking notice that he hadn’t seen her here yet almost immediately and he found the way stumbled into the seat a little entertaining, smirking softly to himself and letting out a small snort before going back to his work when she called out to him, grinning over at him with a perfect smile and he kind of won her over already with her request, allowing his lips to curve into a small lazy smile that hadn’t been there since the incident earlier. something strong and sour. a woman of his own heart, or whatever that phrase was. “well don’t know how ta do that one just yet, but i have been workin’ on something that’s supposed ta taste like sour patch kids that hits you the moment ya take a sip, if you wanna be my taste tester?” he offers a shit eating grin, knowing full well that the boss had yet to give the green light to any of teddy’s cocktail concoctions, but hey, he’ll cross that bridge once he gets there.

though she wasn’t absolutely blacked out quite yet, davina did have quite a few drinks already in her system. the walk from the snuggly duckling to wonderland had done a bit to sober her up - but that hardly meant anything when the drain from the excessive use of magic was still hitting her hard. which was why she didn’t even try to be subtle in the way she gave the bartender a thurough and appreciative look up and down. not her usual type - far less pristine and put together than what she usually went for - but there was no denying he was indeed easy on the eyes. at the answer of not being able to make the jolly rancher drink, a small pout pulls on her lips and she’s just about to remind him that google exists (despite the fact that she had offered to go for a different drink anyway if he couldn’t make it) when he suggests taste testing something that would taste like a sour patch kid she perks up. “sold. but if it’s disgusting you’re making me that jolly rancher drink. or like, i’ll come back there and make it myself.” it’s an empty threat - both because she would never actually crawl over the bar and take over making a drink herself... but also because she herself doesn’t even know how to make the drink in question either. but it’s always good to keep a guy on his toes, ready for her to do potentially anything. 

     He’d known the joke fell flat as soon as he delivered it, but the underwhelming reaction from the woman still stung his ego, just a little bit. “No, I’m deadly serious,” he replied with a note of sarcasm before shaking it off. His attempts at humor flopped all the time; it was just a matter of finding something that worked and running with it. It helped to have a more receptive audience, but a true comedian could pull a laugh out of the toughest crowd. Eyeing the stranger with newfound determined, he spoke again, “Okay, if I can’t make you laugh in five minutes, I owe you a—a soda or something.”

Another attempt at a joke, or at least Davina thought his response was supposed to be funny. He was getting closer to her sense of humor with the sarcasm - but it still wasn’t enough to get even so much as a slightly amused smile out of the girl. Mostly because now that she knew how determined he was to make her laugh, she wasn’t going to make it easy on him. “A soda? Really?” she questions, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest. “You think I can’t just go buy myself a damn soda? Make it ten bucks and you’ve got a deal.” Though she absolutely did not need any money from a stranger - Davina was going to need some kind of compensation for the five minutes of her time that he was about to waste.

Fawn still couldn’t get a grip of herself. Just the sinking feelings that were starting to drown her from the inside out, and she couldn’t stop it. She just felt so disgusted and upset with herself. Even more so when she listened to the woman go on about her and Anthony yet again.  Fawn knew she didn’t deserve a second of Anthony’s time, but if it was his choice to give it - that’s the only person it concerned, but perhaps there was more behind the scene. Did Anthony really tell his friends it was just a pity friendship? But Fawn liked to think she knew Anthony enough that he wouldn’t bother to just give someone time out of pity, and certainly not Fawn who had broke his heart. “A-Anthony wouldn’t waste his time on a pity friendship.” She let out softly as she tried to wipe every near tear on her cheeks. “Alright, you fucking win are you done here? Complete bullshit you’d waste your time months later, but fuck I get it. You won’t have to worry about me, because you’re right - so beat it.” 

As much as Davina wanted to stay exactly where she was and make sure that every ounce of her magic could sink into the younger girl’s self-concious, she knew staying any longer would be pushing it. It was already a bit fucked up that she’d done this in the first place (okay... more than a bit - but she was drunk and not yet ready to face the reality of exactly how maniuplative and shitty she was being) and the others around the bar were beginning to be affected by the magic as well. And Davina really didn’t want to deal with the fallout of what might happen with such high levels of disgust wafting through the building. “Fine. I’ll leave you to your tears,” she decides with a level of nonchalance, as if she couldn’t care less whether she stayed or went. Standing up from her chair, she grabbed her bag and took a step back before stopping and shooting one last look at the younger girl. “But know - if you ever hurt Anthony again in any way... You’ll get to see just how much of a bitch I really can be. And I’ll make sure you’re the most hated person in this entire fucking town.” 

Did Joy expect Davina to jump for joy about having to help her out? Not at all, if anything she knew it was going to be a bit of a challenge. Joy just wanted to share some cute Christmas stuff with all her roommates. Sprinkle a bit of the joy to say the least. “Mmm, no it’s just you and I! And trust me this won’t be the last of the holiday baking to drag Riley into it. For the record though, I don’t think you’re going to be awful at all! It’s pretty easy really. Promise you can do it, and totally nail it too.” With a deep breath she nodded. “Just some cookie dough, but you can tell yourself it’s like play-dough.” 

Scrunching up her nose, Davina was already started to get tired just from how much enthusiasm her roommate was already showing over the thought of doing some holiday baking. And they’d yet to even enter the damn kitchen. “I know I won’t be awful,” she responds with a small scoff, vaguely offended at the thought of failing to make so much as a few cookies. It wasn’t that Davina wasn’t capable of helping with things like this.... it was just well, she didn’t want to do it. “Play-dough? Joy, I’m not one of your students, the thought of playing with play-dough doesn’t actually excite me, you know.”

Randall had learned to adjust to the life of finding odd jobs to make ends meet once he had gotten out of jail. Though he did miss his life with the college degree level job and normalcy, he also liked that he was constantly on his toes now, never a dull moment in his life like the old days. He had plenty of things to keep him busy, and staying out of trouble was the easiest part despite that trouble was all he seemed to be causing. Wandering town was a common occurrence for him, wanting anything to get out of his depressing apartment, and as he walked past a dog park, his attention was caught by someone calling him over. Any opportunity to make an extra buck was a yes for Randall, but as he quickly put two and two together as to what she wanted, he chuckled. “Make it twenty and you got a deal.”

Thankfully the person turned around when she called out, but unfortunately for Davina it seemed the stranger was able to catch on quicker than she thought as to what she wanted. Twenty bucks seemed kinda hefty for a job she was perfectly capable of doing herself, but as she looked down at the pile of dog shit at her feet.... it started to seem perfectly worth it. After a moment of internal debate, she let out an obviously annoyed sigh and nodded. “Fine. Twenty,” she agreed, handing over the few bags she had stuffed into her jacket pocket.