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national  retro  video  game  fell  upon  international  women's  day  ,  and  nell  was  an  overly  excitable  ball  of  energy  as  she  headed  towards  the  token  counter.  special  sound  effects  became  background  noise  ,  and  she  didn't  know  where  to  look  as  she  struggled  to  decide  where  to  begin  first.  heart  skipped  a  few  beats  as  she  passed  the  dance  revolution  corner  ,  and  steps  slowed  as  she  watched  two  teens  compete  against  one  another  with  the  same  passion  she  once  held.  pulling  herself  away  ,  she  stopped  at  the  pac  -  man  console  and  waited  her  turn.  eyes  became  wide  at  the  person's  score  ,  and  she  couldn't  help  but  utter  how  impressed  she  was.  "  damn  —  i  don't  think  i've  ever  seen  someone  slay  that  as  hard  as  you  have  ,  and  you're  not  even  done.  "

lottie  had  always  been  the  first  to  admit  that  luck  had  a  funny  way  of  finding  her—whether  it  was  stumbling  into  the  right  place  at  the  right  time  or  just  barely  dodging  a  mess  she  might’ve  caused.  some  might  say  it  was  LUCK,  but  lottie  wasn’t  so  sure.  she  liked  to  think  someone,  somewhere,  was  looking  out  for  her.  whatever  it  was,  it  worked. that’s  how  she  ended  up  at  the  arcade  with  her  friends,  despite  being  more  of  a  casual  observer  than  an  enthusiastic  participant.  they’d  split  up,  eager  to  see  who  could  rack  up  the  most  tickets  by  the  end  of  the  day.  the  usual  banter  echoed  through  the  neon-lit  room,  the  sounds  of  clinking  tokens  and  digital  beeps  filling  the  air.  but  lottie?  she  wasn’t  in  it  for  the  tickets—at  least,  not  at  first. her  eyes  scanned  the  row  of  machines  before  landing  on  a  familiar  sight.  a  nostalgic  wave  washed  over  her,  and  without  thinking,  she  drifted  toward  the  pac-man  game,  pulling  the  stool  out  with  a  soft  scrape.  she  hadn’t  played  in  years—back  when  she  and  her  dad  would  spend  hours  on  it,  bonding  over  high  scores  and  trying  to  beat  each  other’s  records. her  friends  had  been  off  on  other  machines,  lost  in  their  own  games,  and  hadn’t  seen  what  was  happening.  but  lottie  wasn’t  about  to  let  this  go  unnoticed.  the  screen  flashed—new  high  score.  charlotte  laughed,  brows  furrowing.  “what  the  fuck?” a  small  grin  spread  across  her  lips  as  nell  approached.  “oh,  it’s  definitely  not  me...  i  think  somehow  i  lucked  out,  if  i’m  being  honest.”

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    “  so   do   you   have   plans   for   new   year's   ?   because   you   need   to   cancel   them,   i'm   throwing   a   party.   ”  it   was   an   invitation   of   sorts   if   you   squinted,   even   though   kendrick   said   nothing   along   the   lines   of  ‘you   should   come’.   “   well,   technically,   i'm   not   throwing   the   party   but   it   is   at   my   place.   so   i   basically   am.   and   you're   gonna   be   there.   by   ten.   don't   come   too   early,   makes   you   a   bit   of   a   jerk.   ”   and   he   had   considered   having   it   start   at   eleven   but   realised   that   would   make   it   so   that   the   people   who   are   always   late   (   himself   included   )   would   likely   show   up   at   that   time   if   he   made   it   an   hour   earlier.   “   no   need   to   bring   anything   but   feel   free   to   if   you   want.   ” / @palmviewstarters

"wait, wait, wait.. of all the times you told me that being early is better... now it makes me a jerk ?" poppy chuckled softly, sitting up in her chair. she wasn't really expecting an invitation from kendrick and i guess if she really sat and thought about it, it wasn't a flat out invitation. "lucky for you, i don't have plans for new years.. or i guess now i do. so, new years eve at your place for a party not thrown by you ? and i dont have to bring something but if you did want something, what would you want me to bring ?"

@mcktub

it's not often she tries to be civil, but alas, maybe there's some christimas spirit still left her veins because olivia is everything but her usual self while helping out in a kitchen. mind you, she's a god awful cook, but she's trying with the turkey per request of her friend that's too busy playing a good host. there's a loud thud coming from the pantry when she drops a bag of flour just at the same time as she hears someone in the kitchen, putting on a strangely perky face as she emerges back. “ everything's going accordingly ! “ she starts with a lie, despite the fact she's already half - covered in flour to begin with. “ can i get you something ? “

the holidays had always been something poppy loved. the girl occupied herself with gift exchanges, parties, and dinners. new years eve was next and here the redhead was at yet another party. with a platter of cookies in her hand and a bottle of wine under her arm, she made her way into the kitchen, a soft laugh slipping past her lips as the other appeared. "no, i think im okay right now, but maybe i can give you a hand ?" she hums, placing each of the items she brought onto the counter. "how can i help ?"

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