you're somebody else

Picking the underside of the bottle cap with her nail, Jade let out a huffed sigh in frustration. Bang! A sudden rush of bubbles foamed from the now-open Apple Orchards as the lip of the bottle met the hardwood table in front of her. “Cleanup on aisle six!” she declared, raising her bottle in salute to no one in particular and taking a long gulp. “God, this is just a step-up from the shitty PBR back in Winthrop. Do you think there’s a bus out here so we can storm Area 51? I’m really looking into pulling a Fox Mulder out here in the desert, if I’m being honest.” @holbrooktm​

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Kelsey was just the right amount of buzzed to do some exploring, tiring of dancing in the saloon and still nowhere near drunk enough to consider stepping near the mechanical bull. Silver Spur had looked interesting enough when she’d arrived, but as the sun had set so much more was revealed. It was on her way out of the saloon when she stumbled a bit directly into a shoulder, apology already on her lips. “Shit are you o— Adam!” Kels cheered, smiling up at him. “Perfect person for this, honestly. You’re tall enough to scare them from actually like, murdering us but not scary enough to send them running so —” A pause, eyes bright. “Anyway, wanna ghost hunt with me? Not like Ouija board or anything, but I wanted to go check out where they keep saying all the haunted stuff is.” @holbrooktm​

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                   They were setting off a few bottle rockets and fireworks— him and a few other guys, down closer to the brush, deciding against lighting them up near the barn or the stables. Someone had made a point: if the owner of the premise decided to come after them they’d have ample time to run and scatter. Almost comedically they had briefly gone out to get things they’d all need, Harry, set on finding a few bottles for them to use as mounts. Last one back had to be the one to set them off, or so that was what had set a little fire at Harry’s heels. With his new hat still on and his shirt unbuttoned a notch, he looked a little disheveled, more so just appearing taxed from the western heat as he made it to the bar. He collected a few glass Coronas, fingers grabbing them at the necks before he turned. He looked out amongst the crowd and then down at the drinks he’d paid for. He could’ve just picked a few from the trash, he figured, but here they were, gold, gleaming, and realizing he had no intention of pouring them out he turned to whoever was standing beside him, “— Do you want to help me drink one of these?” He asked, really only looking at them then, his keenness to return to the desert sand and the rocks leaving his awareness closer to faint than really discernible. The last of the trio would be dealt with later, but for now he knew he could at least try to eliminate two of them.

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the blonde was more sober than she’d of liked to of been, but the night was still young and there was a magnetic glow that sat atop her shoulders like a perched bird. she was adorned in classic levi’s, a vintage pair she had found in paris while scouring a secondhand store, a givenchy white button down, and matching cow print boots and cowboy hat. she had taken liberty in exploring the desert grounds herself, finding leather chaps and a saddle hung over a wooden fence that was nearly giving in on one side further down. she made herself comfortable, hoisting up her petite body on the fence that was sturdy enough, clicking her heels together as her legs dangled. “say, hypothetically, how many drinks would it take for you to let me try shooting an apple off your head?” she asked out to the nearest person, brown eyes already fixating towards the shooting range bullseye’s that stood past the fence. 

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ADAM HOLBROOK → silver spur ranch → country boy, i love you 👅

Since Adam had taken her out for food while she was admittedly, wasted, she hadn’t seen the boy. She didn’t even know how to feel about the make out that had happened at the party. Part of her relished it, the feeling of being waned by someone you wanted back. But then she thought of Izzy, the way he stormed out of the library after seeing them together. So she had avoided him for a few days, choosing to recover in her room on a steady diet of Netflix and Adderall. She managed to get a remarkable amount of work done, actually. But then she found herself in Winthrop, bottle of wine in hand knocking on his front door. “Thought we might pull an Alice part two. But with less drugs,” she told him as he answered the knock to his dorm, heading into his room, dressed in a pair of men’s boxers that she preferred as short and a white button down. @holbrooktm​

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“The fire alarm in this section don’t work,” says Cash, who found out about this flaw in the system entirely by accident one day when he’d witnessed a moment of arson. “And the librarians avoid it.” And there was something about the atmosphere today – it was rain without rain, a damp that Cash was sure would get into his joints if he weren’t careful. So he was smoking inside. He nearly pointed out to Adam that he did, for the most part, not do shit like this, but it seemed more or less pointless, and besides, might come across as more of a protest than a statement of fact. He offered Adam his lighter.

Perched on top of a picnic bench just outside of the Winthrop apartments, Sofia had busied herself with scanning through one of her textbooks. Her dark eyes were quick-like and lax at the same time, as if studying was so simple that it was well beneath her. Which it would have been, if it wasn’t so fucking exhausting. “What I wouldn’t do for a caramel frap right now is almost terrifying,” Sofia sighed, rubbing both of her tired eyes with the back of her hands. “Seriously. If you told me to kill a man in exchange for Starbucks, I wouldn’t even hesitate.” @holbrooktm​

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Shoulder of her gauzy dress slipping off, collarbones exposed and speckled with glitter like she was doused in champagne, she shot him a toothy grin. “Yeah. A shame he’s unable to appreciate my wit and only had eyes for my tits. At least you can be my character witness if I’m ever asked to prove my intelligence level,” she joked, eyes fluttering down towards the lighter and leaning forwards. She sucked in, exhaling smoke up towards the library ceiling, heart drawn on her lips forming a slight o. A laugh left her lips, looking over his costume. “Your head is safe for now. You’re one of the only guys that bothered to dress up. I’m so disappointed by the lack of effort,” she complained, reaching a hand out and straightening his jacket for him, tugging the boy slightly closer to her to examine the outfit. “you ant a drag?” She offered, holding her cigarette out for him.

She was completely in control of the situation and the boy, blue eyes icy as she stared him down, watching him practically wither like a wisp of smoke as he guffawed at her question, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. Easy grin met her lips at Adam’s statement,  shooting him a look over her shoulder as she finally released Ryan’s hand. “I agree. Could just pop it into my mouth and swallow it whole,” she concurred, taking a sip of her red-colored drink, blinking a few times, silvery eye makeup catching the light like a moonbeam. “I’d get out of here if I were you, Ryan. Might pull a Lorena Bobbit and chop it off,” she told him, the boy swiftly retreating, shoulders slumped at her rejection of him. Darby rooted into the pocket of her dress, vintage and stolen from her mother’s closet, retrieving and American Spirit, sticking it into her mouth. “You have a light, Adam? Beheading men makes me want nicotine.”

ADAM HOLBROOK → ALICE  (alice in wonderland)

“Morally I know tattooing Martha Dumptruck on a guy’s ass while he’s blacked out is bad but,” Lottie’s shoulders shrugged lazily, fingers tracing the spirals of her notebook as she looked up at the person sitting across from her in the library, “But honestly who passes out at a party just, out in the open like that? Like its what he gets, he’s lucky i didn’t go for the forehead.”

Furry jacket, stolen from a thrift shop, draped around her shoulders, Darby stared at the man in front of her with blank brown eyes. She was seriously regretting choosing to invite the football team to a Calloway party. She sipped her drink as he spoke, the man clearly oblivious to the signals of repulsion she was giving off, his mouth far too close to hers as he basically shouted into her face. Waving a hand at his sour breath, she grimaced, red lips forming an upside-down smile. His hand reached out to touch her, Darby snatching it with cat-like fast reflexes, examining his palm as her eyes grew wide. Her fingers traced over his palm, the boy looking at her oddly as her blue eyes examined it. “Whoa, do you see this? They call this line on your palm the Dick Line. Supposed to tell you how big it is. Looks like yours is itty bitty,” Darby rattled off, catching the gaze of the person closest to her as Ryan started on in confusion, devilish grin on her face like she had just blown out the birthday candles on your cake. “What do you think? Does Ryan here look like he has a prize hog or a baby carrot?”

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Cash ashes his cigarette by the windowsill, then stamps it out when he hears someone move between shelves with footsteps that can’t be more than a few feet away. When he sees Adam come around the corner, Cash’s relief is almost palpable. He curls his hand around the lighter to shield it from the elements, which is entirely unnecessary in the library but Cash is as addicted to one habit as he is the rest. He nods hello, inhales and exhales directly out the open window, fights the urge to cough slightly. Does Adam smoke? Cash hasn’t seen him do it before, and Adam doesn’t really seem the type, but Cash holds out his pack of cigarettes anyway just in case. @holbrooktm​

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At least he wasn’t mad, that definitely would have been a shitty way to round out their encounter. Swapping his drink for her own, she laughed at the notion. “I think if anything we’ve done was going to give you cooties it wouldn’t have been the whole me drinking your coffee thing, Adam.” Her cheeks went warm for a second at the notion he might not even remember that night at that one party, and god wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top of this? But it wasn’t like she was going to pretend it hadn’t happened. “Maybe I saved you instead considering whatever is in that cup of yours shouldn’t be legal.”

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Kelsey heard her name called out at the counter, not looking up as she headed that way. Pink painted fingernails tapped away at her phone screen, determined to get out her long and rambling opinion on that viral harry styles cardigan sent before it escaped her. Far too into the message at hand, she grabbed the drink and sipped without doing the accustomed thing of pausing and actually reading the name on the cup. God, who drank pure battery acid? What even was this? Grimacing, she swallowed and glanced back to see her own incredibly sugared and caramel riddled drink still sitting and waiting for her. Well, fuck. The owner of the cup in her hand only a foot away, and not unrecognizable. “I am really sorry about that. I didn’t even look. Whatever this is i’ll replace it like, right now.” @yatesstarters​

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