* ( ! ) 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎.

he smiles, passing them the bottle again. "honestly, it's not hard to pick up. ball goes through the net, it's either a cheer or a boo depending on which color shirt put it in there...and which color shirt you care about." he chuckles. at her latter comment, he laughs harder, shoulders shaking as he responds. "god, drew. even so, you're good at your board stuff! i could never do that. i'm clumsy as fuck."

when they're back in possession of the bottle, drew holds it close, tucking it into her arms. she moves her attention, allowing it to focus on the game considering the advice they've been provided. after a few beats, their focus returns to pierce. ❝ and what color shirt do we care about in this instance exactly? ❞ as someone born and raised in another state, they found it hard to form any sort of connection to... whoever the kid was. she can't even remember what team he was playing for. they brighten at the mention of their board, ❝ naaaah, anybody can skate! clumsy or not don't mean nothin'. should i teach you a bit? ❞

pierce grins, moving up to the bar. "close enough," he laughs, accepting the bottle and taking a swig. "it's a lot busier in here than i thought it would be, to be honest!" he mentions, slipping into the seat next to them. "i mean, i know how basketball works, but i don't care about these teams, so i'm not that interested." he glances back over at the group gathered in front of the television as a whoop goes up again.

when her hands are empty, drew offers a quick pair of finger guns, their smile widening, ❝ my man. ❞ they don't believe many people would be willing to join them on their descent into madness. the pun makes them laugh, feeling her muscles begin to loosen as the alcohol warms her from the inside out. ❝ you do? maybe you can share with me when something big happens then because i've never paid much attention to anything that wasn't on a board. ❞ it's something they miss, in fact, including getting to put on a performance for the crowd and she feels a twinge of jealousy at the players onscreen. ❝ i'm clueless as hell about anything with balls. ❞

a minute later and hye-jin could recognize the silhouette walking towards her direction. she couldn't help herself but to grin from ear to ear, excitedly waving an arm despite being the only person in the said vicinity. "you came! i was just about to go in and start rummaging through their new arrivals!"

a softened laugh as she hops off, toeing their ride to carry like a binder at her side. ❝ of course i did? i wouldn't have left you hangin' here, silly. ❞ the door is soon held open with drew's free hand, allowing her friend to enter first. they offer a smile, ❝ now... what's the occasion, hm? we lookin' for anything in particular? ❞

normally, the brunette probably would’ve cut her losses and called it a day — jeans were jeans. she could’ve found another pair somewhere. maybe not the exact same, but similar to an extent. jieun’s anger stemmed from needing an outlet—everything that’s been going on taking a bigger toll on her than she’d ever let on. it wasn’t the other’s fault, she knew that, and with the way drew graciously offered to fix a problem that wasn’t theirs, it was enough to jieun to bring a small smile onto her face. “ i.. uh, yeah, ” she huffed out, eyes dropping to the jeans before falling back onto the person before her. “ i’ve got to run to the car, but i should be good. ” standing up once more, shifting at the heel to turn, but quickly paused before she managed to go anywhere. “ what are you going to do to them? ”

there's no real response offered at first, the skateboarder simply moving to follow the other because she isn't entirely sure what else to do. it'd be awkward to stand there and wait by themselves. the question, however, has them pausing too. ❝ nobody asked doctor frankenstein to share his secrets, so why should i? ❞ not that drew knows that to be true, of course, having never read the book. unless it's related to the occult or teaches a new fun fact, she never bothers. there are other ways of losing one's self; ones that are much more fun. another smile, this one wider than the last, as they lean forward conspiratorially, ❝ it'd ruin all my magic and i can't have that. ❞ plus, sharing their secrets has always meant they wouldn't be needed anymore and drew needs to be needed. even if only for things as such. she straightens, a finger making an x motion across her heart, ❝ don't worry. i won't do ya dirty. promise. ❞

every outfit: riley lou (genera+ion) [ 1/?]