Darlings.

if you thought your dog came quickly when you called? Well, wait till you see Pickle…

SF: Para!

You throw your arms open, grabbing her in tight hug. You cant help but squeeze her a little.

She laughs.

DF: I ain’t cute.

DF: But yes, that is a statement he’s said time and time again about me. Just wrapped up in a dozen or so metaphors to convey the same thing. In the end, I’m a rainbow and he’s the rain that brings me in!

Para that’s so sweet! She’s a magnet for sweet and cute stuff, the kind that rots your teeth down to their core when she’s really happy.

SF: You’re the cutest

You go back to making the cocktail.

You finish pouring the final layer of alcohol, making a well-separated, glittering rainbow of moscato.

Para looks to the stranger, tears streaming down her face. She wipes them away with her hands.

DF: O-oh, um s-sorry, no.

She gives a small sort of humorous laugh.

DF: Ah, alright!

She beams.

DF: Haha, true! I had a large following of young angsty teens back in the day… (still sorta do, hah.) But still, thank you so much!!

She beams.

DF: … I have full emo control.

Para no.

You tug a curl thoughtfully. Winter pulled out the depths of your closet and right now you were in all black, but usually you dressed in a mishmash of colors and prints like the chaotic fuck you are.

MH: Anyway I always just end up bleaching it to suicide blonde and never color it as much. The impulse to look ghostly, pale eyes, pale skin, pale hair? That's some "The Black Parade" emo

You blink owlishly, running your hand through your hair self consciously. You still sound deadpan when you talk.

MM: On the rocks.

MM: … So I’m guessing you and Para talk about him a lot.

You hum and get Jesse’s drink ready, taking it out to him and settling on the other side of the couch with your mug.

MM: Also… Matt’s a good guy. It doesn’t seem like it, but he’s a great dad and husband, and he has changed since what ever Para said to you.

MM: He’s just not a big people person.

MM: He makes Jer happy, though. In a good way. Like he didn’t force her to like him. They support each other to be better people than they were, and they’re always wiping each other’s tears and shit. They got a great bond that takes time to build and a lot to even dent. Their relationship is as strong as bricks.

MM: Not gonna lie though, Monkey’s head is as dense as bricks sometimes too.

He takes a sip of his drink.

SF: I'm sure that's all true. But another truth is that I am spiteful and unforgiving. I don't believe in certain things, simply put, and I am not easily swayed.

SF: Para!

You throw your arms open, grabbing her in tight hug. You cant help but squeeze her a little.

She laughs.

DF: I ain’t cute.

DF: But yes, that is a statement he’s said time and time again about me. Just wrapped up in a dozen or so metaphors to convey the same thing. In the end, I’m a rainbow and he’s the rain that brings me in!

Para that’s so sweet! She’s a magnet for sweet and cute stuff, the kind that rots your teeth down to their core when she’s really happy.

SF: You’re the cutest

You go back to making the cocktail.

Para looks to the stranger, tears streaming down her face. She wipes them away with her hands.

DF: O-oh, um s-sorry, no.

She gives a small sort of humorous laugh.

DF: Ah, alright!

She beams.

DF: Haha, true! I had a large following of young angsty teens back in the day… (still sorta do, hah.) But still, thank you so much!!

SF: Para!

You throw your arms open, grabbing her in tight hug. You cant help but squeeze her a little.

She laughs.

DF: I ain’t cute.

DF: But yes, that is a statement he’s said time and time again about me. Just wrapped up in a dozen or so metaphors to convey the same thing. In the end, I’m a rainbow and he’s the rain that brings me in!

Para that’s so sweet! She’s a magnet for sweet and cute stuff, the kind that rots your teeth down to their core when she’s really happy.

SF: You’re the cutest

You go back to making the cocktail.

Para looks to the stranger, tears streaming down her face. She wipes them away with her hands.

DF: O-oh, um s-sorry, no.

She gives a small sort of humorous laugh.

DF: Ah, alright!

She beams.

DF: Haha, true! I had a large following of young angsty teens back in the day… (still sorta do, hah.) But still, thank you so much!!

feel free to change pronouns / titles as needed !

❛  in matters of the heart, so difficult to tell.  ❜

❛  it’s all in the wrist.  ❜

❛  now you want to see a thing of beauty?  ❜

❛  god, you cannot trust anybody in this city anymore, can you?  ❜

❛  you got this far in life by listening to one voice, the voice in your head.  ❜

❛  you have taught me that i’m not cut out for this kind of work!  ❜

❛  if you’re nervous, it can be really helpful to picture each other naked.  ❜

❛  hey, sorry, i don’t mean to gloat, but i told you so.  ❜

❛  magic is about controlling perception.  ❜

❛  apparently we’re now surrounded by chinese food.  ❜

❛  how does it feel to lose everything? your job. your identity. your reason for living.  ❜

❛  you’re a fool. you always have been.  ❜

❛  hey, i burned you once, i’ll burn you again. i’m not playing.  ❜

❛  you pulled a hat out of a rabbit. that was very colourful.  ❜

❛  you might not be having fun, but i am.  ❜

❛  why are we here then? beside you getting to show off how adorably clever you are.  ❜

❛  you can dispense with the tough guy act to begin with.  ❜

❛  i believe in an eye for an eye.  ❜

❛  don’t do anything i wouldn’t enjoy.  ❜

❛  oh, i’m sorry, did you think that i was like those other girls?  ❜

❛  seriously, is it weird to have more hair in your nose than on your head?  ❜

❛  there’s always, always more than what’s on the surface.  ❜

❛  my eyes are up here, man.  ❜

❛  something about a big white dance floor, makes me want to boogie.  ❜

❛  did you actually think i’d let you go?  ❜

❛  trust that your unique talents will not go unrecognised.  ❜

❛  once again, science beats magic.  ❜

❛  you had me at ‘hell’.  ❜

❛  i wish i could dredge from the muck of my soul one speck of remorse, but i can’t.  ❜

❛  either way, we’re left holding a whole sack full of nada.  ❜

❛  a magician’s greatest power lies forever shrouded in his empty fist.  ❜

❛  you know they’re playing you, right? leading you into a trap?  ❜

❛  that guy had a bird in his pants. that’s disgusting.  ❜

❛  hey, broski-whaddya-knowski!  ❜

❛  have you asked the guys that question, or just me?  ❜

❛  get your last words in quickly, everybody!  ❜

❛  i came into the world with the wrong family, but i’m leaving with the right one.  ❜

SF: Para!

You throw your arms open, grabbing her in tight hug. You cant help but squeeze her a little.

DF: Certificate, huh? I went straight into touring, so I don’t really, you know, have any of that.

She gasps.

DF: Oh my god.

She looks at him.

DF: You do realize this is just going to amaze me no matter how trivial or small it may seem? This is a glittery galaxy drink. I am all for this.

SF: Yeah I went to school for accounting. I’m very boring that way, but it paid for all my pet projects before I got into music, so I’m not too upset.

You grin at her before cleaning out your mixer again.

You just keep working on the drink, making sure to wash out after each layer.

She giggles.

You reach over and playfully pinch her cheek.