𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖕.

WEIGHT SHIFTS ON HER HEELS, HALF-LISTENING, HALF SIFTING THROUGH THE STATIC OF THE NIGHT. always a thread loose or a hair misplaced, that was the peril of being a working woman. perfection was something on a shelf too high, even in your tallest pleasers. " last thing you need is to bust your ass after all that work. " it's warm enough out for the night to cling, dull heat peeking through the cutouts of her dancewear. " not saying i wouldn't enjoy the show, though. " something sharp flickers, if sav knew her at all she would know that this was bambi being humorous. they both knew that wouldn't happen⸺bam wouldn't let her fall. not where everyone could see. she shrugs off the question, a little pleased with herself when she takes another draw from the cigarette. " can't complain, got a few regulars to squeeze in before i'm done for the night. "

# INT. THE STAFF LOT OF BODY, PASSING MARLBOROS DRENCHED IN LATEX & RHINESTONES. @fasthqsav

"thank you," savannah muses out to her fellow dancer. tonight had been a hell of an evening so far at body's. her plan was to spend a few hours working before closing out her night celebrating with the rest of her crew. she could have opted to take the night off but she wasn't that stupid since the money was coming in so hot and easy. "shit, i just got out from a private dance and didn't even notice," she sighs, trying to decide if she wanted a quick smoke before she went back in. "hope tonight has been goin' good for you though?"

open starter to : anyone ! location : aventura mall

"are you usually always this dramatic?" savannah dead pans at jisung who seemed to be having the meltdown of the century. she was just spending the afternoon at the mall, her only goal to check out hot-topic's newest releases and get a soft pretzel with cheese. she hadn't exactly been expecting to run into one of the import models but it was a nice surprise. "what can i say? i'm a creature of the night, black's always been my favorite color," she said sarcastically. she had opted for a dark colored outfit for today, channeling her inner vampire self.

IT'S A FUNNY THING HOW PEOPLE CAN FAKE THINGS. accents, forged checks, fake ids. domesticity wasn't something you could feign ⸺ wasn't something they had the capacity to imatate. they weren't just playing house; the board had been cleared & this was something real. no pretenses. no expectation. just two people revolving each other in the kitchen dim. " peach cobbler, huh. " he's draping the neck of an apron over her by the time the words come, humming over her shoulder while hands are busy at her waist ⸺ bounding a careful knot. he then reaches past her for his beer, knocks back a mouthful with a sidestep. the kitchen was big enough for two, sure, but the view was just fine from where he reclined against the counter. sights muss over the cursive, almost illegible with age. the sort of heirloom that could only truly be committed to memory. sweat-slick bottle is placed down with a glassy clink. " ain't had one worth a damn since my aunt used to make it. she burnt just about everything else but her cobbler could put a man on his knees. " he looks to her then, smiling like a half-tipsy jackal with his head tilted. " think yours'll measure up? "

"yeah, i thought it would be fitting, considering the lovely nickname that was given to me," she lets out a sigh. she had originally invited jules over for a chill evening of hanging out and enjoying a home cooked meal. savannah wasn't one to love hosting a large group of individuals, but she did love cooking for a handful of people within her inner circle. she considered it one of her love languages, so to speak.

who : anyone ! where : vogue video !

savannah was craving a proper introvert rot girl evening. a night where she turned off her phone and ignored any calls or texts from the bois crew. just one night where she didn't leave her apartment and watched a movie with her favorite meal and enjoyed her own company. so, she found herself at vogue video, somewhat overwhelmed with the selection of dvd's to choose from. she didn't know what genre to go with....did she choose something familiar or opt for something new and exciting?

her voice helps him relax, especially since they both know exactly what he'd been talking about. while he can talk to most of the racers and they can follow along, it's only to the best of their abilities — they don't understand technical terms or the intricacies of switching one part for another. savannah? savannah understands. she can follow along with what he says and can even give suggestions. it's nice... having someone who gets it? it's nice.

it was pretty refreshing to hear the pure joy and excitement dripping from santiago's voice. stopping by the garage and interacting with both the old and newer mechanics was always a nice reminder of why she had fallen in love with the street racing world in the first place. "trust me, sometimes i miss doing all the behind the scenes work," she nods her head, taking out her earbuds and shoving them into her pocket. she was still grateful she could drop in and help out when needed. "i was planning on helping with adding on some custom paint jobs and updating an exhaust on one of the cars. so like, nothing super hard but you can show off some of your bob ross skills?"

with: open to all nariza bois crew members.

there were times where savannah missed being on the mechanic side of the bois crew. it had been a position that somehow she stumbled upon, street-racing was never exactly on her bingo card of hobbies she'd find being apart of. but, the bois had become like a second family to her, her fellow mechanics granting quite the soft spot in her heart.

▊▊▊ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ open starter 4 anyone ▊▊▊ ⠀ ✶ ⠀ location @ dollar tree

savannah had been spending her last two nights off work properly bed rotting and catching up on the newest show she had been binging (shoutout to the thrift store for having a banging selection of box sets). she was scheduled to work the following night and was in desperate need of a proper dollar tree run. some of her favorite stage makeup and glitter could be found there, so she found herself with a half full cart of belongings. hearing the employee make a comment to her, blue eyes dart up from the eyeliner she was glancing at.