*･ﾟ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢.ᐟ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 .ᐟ

with   every   click   of   her   heels   against   marble   ,   anger   mounts   until   it's   pouring   out as   smoke   from   her   ears   .   out   of   anybody   he   could   have   brought   ,   he   chose   his   ex   girlfriend   .   it's   a   direct   slap   to   her   face   and   it   stings   .   oh   boy   ,   does   it   sting   .   isn't   sure   she's   ever   felt   this   out   of   sorts   ,   her   fingers   trembling   as   they're   shoving   open   the   bathroom   door   and   locking   herself   in   one   of   the   stupidly   fancy   stalls   .   she   hates   this   place   ,   and   the   people   here   ,   and   this   ridiculous   red   dress   clinging   to   her   skin   with   memories   that   she   wants   to   rip   from   her   skull   .   no   pun   intended   .   forms   three   lines   on   the   toilet  paper  dispenser   with   her   credit   card   ,   grabbing   the   rolled   up   twenty   she   shoved   in   her   purse   earlier   and   bending   until   every   last   bit   is   stuffed   safely   inside   petite   nose   .   but   it   isn't   enough   — she   needs   more   ,   and   she   left   her   flask   with   fucking   enzo   .   rights   herself   ,   sniffs   ,   and   then   she's   opening   the   door   — caramels   colliding   with   blues   like   a   freak   accident   .   four   injured   ,   five   air   lifted   by   a   helicopter   . "   oh   ,   fuck   no   .   "   growls   and   she's   about   to   storm   past   him   until   he's   crowding   her   like   a   cave   man   .   swears   she   could   kill   him   with   her   bare   hands   .   "   nice   tie   — don't   remember   it   being   so   perfectly   color   coordinated   last   time   i   saw   it   around   my   wrists   .   she   know   that   it's   used   ?   "   tone   is   dangerously   conversational   ,   as   if   she   isn't   seconds   from   detonating   and   taking   this   whole   place   down   with   her   .   "   oh   .   i'm   sorry   ,   baby   ..   don't   remember   agreeing   to   an   interrogation   .   maybe   you   should   go   look   for   an   answer   between   your   date's   loose   thighs   .   a   place   i'm   sure   you're   real   familiar   with   .   "   garnishes   it   with   a   sugary sweet   upturn   of   her   lips  and she's   tilting   her   head   and   nodding   towards   the   door   ,  "   now   ,   move  the fuck  out   of   my   way   .   my   date's   waiting   for   me   .   "

         wasn't a single muscle in his body that didn't beat red, an adrenaline filled anger that could only be mustered up when this fucking girl was involved. yeah, he brought his very well known and liked ex - girlfriend to this thing. it didn't look good — the nauseatingly obvious paired attire made it look even worse. and he knew that, but didn't really have enough brain matter to dwell on it, and instead focused on the future dead man that stood next to her. “ so fuckin' cute, and so fuckin' stupid to think i give a fuck about him waiting on you. ” and doesn't move a single muscle against the door, in fact, arm reaches behind and turns the lock, gaze burnt directly into hers and didn't plan on leaving any time soon. “ you wanna bitch about her? really? green isn't a good color on you, eden. ” as if his features didn't glow the exact same shade, only darker, considering the underlying hatred that boiled between him and her date for the better half of adult years. needed a drink, hell, needed the orange pill bottle that rested in his console for this conversation, and had to personally kick himself for only breaking one instead of two. “ an' i'm not with her right now, am i? no, i'm trying to figure out why the fuck you decided spreading your legs for that son of a bitch was a great call. ”   and the rage he'd been trying to mask was cracking through the surface, and damn it if he didn't have the strength to keep it in check. jaw clenches, fingers tighten and dig into flesh enough to draw blood, and he pounds slightly on the door to attempt to release some of that castle bloodline anger. “ how long, huh? how fuckin' long you been fucking him? ” and another pound hits the door, teeth gritting hard enough to break, “ and you can spit all your sarcastic comments until you're blue in the face cause frankly — ” and he's laughing, his go to response when he's about to blow into oblivion, head tilting as a crack of his neck echoes the space, “ i got all fucking night to stand here and listen to 'em until you answer me. ”   

he's   wearing   the   tie   .   the   blue   fucking   tie   ,   the   same   one   he   used   to   — she   needs   a   drink   .   no   ,   a   line   .   no   ,   she   needs   five   drinks   and   exactly   three   lines   ,   and   she   needed   them   five   minutes   ago   .   and   to   make   matters   worse   ,   he's   with   her   ,   and   they're   matching   .   color   coordinated   ,   a   perfectly   tailored   couple   ,   and   she's   never   felt   smaller   or   more   out   of   place   than   she   does   now   .   sure   ,   she   came   on   the   arm   of   someone   else   ,   enzo   palanti   ,   a   guy   that   she'd   been   seeing   on   and   off   for   years   (   mostly   off   during   her   time   with   johnny   )   .   and   okay   ,   yeah   ,   she   did   it   for   a   reaction   .   but   he   came   with   his   ex   girlfriend   — or   ,   perhaps   ,   his   current   girlfriend   ?   may   not   be   the   only   one   he   reconciled   with   upon   his   return   .   thought   in   itself   makes   her   heart   plummet   to   the   fancy   marble   floor   and   her   stomach   coil   into   a   million   tiny   knots   ,   and   she's   abruptly   ripping   her   gaze   away   .   she's   going   to   be   sick   .   "   i'm   going   to   go   freshen   up   .   "   lies   ,   and   it's   such   an   obvious   one   considering   they   quite   literally   just   walked   through   the   door   ,   but   she   doesn't   care   .   doesn't   stick   around   to   wait   for   her   date's   response   ,   already   fumbling   through   her   purse   blindly   and   side   -   stepping   others   in   her   haste   to   find   somewhere   to   lay   out   white   substance   .   if   she   sticks   around   a   second   longer   to   watch   the   happy   couple   ,   she's   either   going   to   puke   all   over   someone's   thousand   dollar   shoes   or   break   a   champagne   flute   and   shove   it   in   someone's   neck   .   isn't   sure   which   would   be   the   worst   outcome   at   this   rate   ,   but   at   least   she'll   be   high   when   she   returns   .

         had already used his fair share of substances tonight to try and push through, and this, seemed to knock every single one of them from his bloodstream. seeing another man linked next to her was suffering enough, but fucking hell — for her to walk in with enzo palanti? could've stuck a knife clean in his abdomen and it would've stung less. son of a bitch had always made it his mission to push every button he had, as did his father, who was on an ongoing legal battle with daddy dearest that's trailed through litigation for years. apple doesn't fall far, as enzo always had one goal in his life : steal every bit of stability that johnny castle had. fire engulfed in his veins as his eyes burn into edens, so much so that a high pitched ow ! was heard next to him as his gaze then shifts to maya, then down to her arm that now had a dark fingerprint indent that was sure to leave a bruise later that night. doesn't say anything, but pulls grip away and lets hand fall to his side, stretching digits and he moves head back to the scene of the crime. suddenly that familiar red dress, the one that he'd meticulously hand picked as his personal apology and thank you, was gone. and so was enzo. fuck. instantly straightens stance and hears something from maya about hello . . earth to johnny . . but he's not listening, too busy searching every square inch for that fucking dress. a clap in his face shifts him towards her, dark gaze filling her look, “ i gotta go. just — i'll be back. ” even if something told him he definitely wouldn't be. turns frame and doesn't give her a moment to rebut before he's walking deeper into the building, and then into a dark hallway that led to the bathrooms. heart pounds at the idea of them together, in one of them, and afraid of what he'd do if he saw it. shifts down just as a bathroom door is opened, meeting face to face with dark tresses and that fucking dress, and much to his relief, she's alone. “ fuck no — get the fuck back in there. ” and he's walking towards her, continuing until they're both inside the dimly lit marble covered room, and he's shutting the door, leaning body against it to where neither could flee. “ nice dress . . remember buying it, but don't really remember the small dick motherfucker coming with it as an accessory. ” and he's trying to be calm, but when it comes to her : it was practically impossible. “ the fuck you doin' with him? ”

          “ i don’t think i heard you the first time. ” fingers flirt with the collar of their top. the femme’s lashes fluttering just as she looks into their eyes. “ speak up a little louder for me, please. i think you just admitted to something but i didn’t catch what it was. ”

         knew his first mistake was finding himself in such close quarters with her, elephant in the room begging to let itself known, as it always had when they were concerned. except this time, dean decided to give her a little piece of the puzzle. “ if you didn't hear it the first time, 'm afraid i can't repeat it. ” and eyes are already giving her the answer without even speaking, “ anyone could come in and hear. can't have that on my reputation. ”

          “ just, uh, out of pure curiosity ... what do you remember about last night ? ”

         “ it's . . vague. ” is all she can muster up, casually taking a drink of her water that sat on the side table as she was still fighting the hangover that would bring the best down to their knees. “ i'm — pretty sure i made out with someone, though. ” lingers on every word, brain circling through patched memories. “ was you there? god, did i completely embarrass myself? ”  

          “ well, aren’t you a fucking peach. ” hand damn near crushing the red plastic cup in her hand. “ it’s been a week since we’ve broken up and you’ve got her hanging off of your damn arm ? ”

         can't mask the smile that stretched against his features when green monster came with a vengeance, “ careful, corrine. treading into caring territory. ” and since he chose to bring blonde tonight simply to unleash a reaction, quickly realized his plan was working well in his favor. “ she's nice, you know. i can introduce you. ” 

CAMILA MORRONE as Roxana Bolaños THE NIGHT MANAGER - 2.03

love story ⇾ 1.03

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 2.08 "Love Triangle"

STEPHEN KALYN Off Campus 1.01 "The Deal"

ALEXA DEMIE as MADDY PEREZ EUPHORIA S0307 “Rain or Shine”

SCREAM VI (2023), dir. Tyler Gillett & Matt Bettinelli-Olpin