𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒

Spencer walked through the seat aisles, staring up at the old empty screen. He never really liked this part of his job, seeing the stages of decay in places. He noticed Jules in time, just barely though. He snorted and gave a shrug, kicking at a small rock. It didn’t go very far down the steps. “I mean, just as long as they don’t catch you with it.” He replied, with half a laugh, quickly looking over his shoulder just in case someone came in and overheard. He never knows why he comes to locations, they don’t need him here but he was bored out of his mind. 

Jules looked up as the other approached him, his eyebrow raised. He was surprised that Spencer had even acknowledged him, his eyes instinctively went to the second layer of the theater and he thought about it. “I mean it is cold outside, and I think I’d make a pretty good ghost, what do you think?” he asked, a weak smirk on his lips. “Worried you’re gonna get in trouble or something?” He asked, nodding to the way the other glanced over his shoulder. 

Aidan: We could go for a walk?

Aidan: I could read to you?

Aidan: I have no idea what other people do for fun.

Jules: Aw that's kinda sweet

Jules: let's go for a walk, and then maybe I'll have you read to me.

“Alright, I can’t judge you too much then. I’ve done a lot of weird stuff for money. Not sitting by someone’s bath and dumping water on their knees weird, but weird.” Miles smiled as the other moved in closer to him and rested his head on his shoulder. “I’m not gonna kick you out of your own room, even if it would mean getting to take a nice bubble bath.” He was suddenly unsure of what to do with his hands, folding and unfolding them in his lap without moving too much so he wouldn’t disrupt the other. “I like your company, yeah. I wouldn’t spend so much of my time with you if I didn’t.” 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Frankie rolled his eyes as he returned Jules’ shove. “Exactly! I’m irreplaceable.” This, Frankie said with conviction, although he worried quite the opposite was true. Even though he was the one who’d made the crude joke, he found himself nearly blushing beneath Jules’ laughter. “Dude, no, I’m not going out in the dark! I could get killed, or worse, haunted.” Just the thought was enough for him to shudder, and he shook his head as he took the joint again. “Oh yeah? Did you get lucky with your tentmate?” 

Jules grinned, it was easy to joke around with frankie, he felt like friends back home and he never really had to worry what he was thinking. “Yeah, yeah I might agree with that statement. You keep me more company than most.” he shrugged off the softness and shrugged his shoulders up over his ears, protecting himself from the cold. “Imagine being murdered while in the middle of jerking off, a good way to go or bad?” he paused to think, “think you’d come back to haunt because your unfinished business is coming?” he snickered and shook his head. “No, not my tent mate, I’ve been hooking up with someone else here.” 

-

She hummed her assent and continued to thread the poles through the correct notches, then checked over Jules’ work. “Alright, good. Let’s lift it now…and then hammer in the pegs.” 

“You know you owe me if you don’t want this to get around….” her melodic voice carrying the threat to him.

jules watched her for a moment to be sure he was doing it correctly, and when he figured it out he smiled and hammered each peg in, a soft smile on his face. Sure he didn’t do it himself but he had a hand in it and it made him feel good. 

“what would I owe you exactly? I gotta know the terms.” He said with a playful pout.

Jules: lets do something then

Aidan: I would miss you not being possessed yet

Aidan: like what?

Jules: maybe I'll come back and haunt you, you can keep me like a pet lmao

“why not just step outside for a quick sec? i can come with you? i have about half hour before i gotta be back and ready to be filmed.” he reasoned, frowning at the other. “what’s gotten into you?”

“Uh yeah that would be fine i guess.” jules sighed and pulled himself from the chair, moving towards the doors. “Oh yeah, cant let pretty boy miss his close up.” he snapped, wincing instantly at his sharpness. “I’m sorry, I’m fine.” he said, but it was obviously not true. Once outside he huffed, lighting a cigarette. “Okay look- miles is being an ass to me and has decided to pretend like I don’t exist.” 

Jules: Aw would you miss me?

Asher: wait no

Asher: that might actually be entertaining if it's true

Asher: do it

Jules: anything if it'll keep someone else entertained.

TJ: i feel like scrooge when you say it like that

TJ: maybe if ur nice to me i will

Jules: I’m always nice to you. But I could be nicer if you really want. 

“You should have seen your face, though.” Frankie nearly doubled over with laughter. “What,” He continued serenely when he’d finally regained his composure. “Would you miss me or something?” He batted his eyelashes teasingly, then snickered again. Already he felt his fear receding, fought back by Jules’ company and their shared laughter. He shrugged, and took the joint for himself. After he’d finished filling his lungs and had coughed out a cloud of smoke, he continued. “It’s hard to get off with all these people around and the sand is hard as rocks, but it’s kind of a vibe, no? Campfire and beers, maybe some glowing balls, what’s not to love?”  

-

Sab dropped her arm, this time trying her best to mask the amusement, though a glimmer of it still could be seen in her eyes. “Yeah. Looks like the poles were threaded through the wrong way…grab that corner.” She motioned towards the loop on the left side of the base of the tent while going towards the opposite side. “How long were you working on this?”