𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈

       “See, it’s a sign, we both gotta pop our Disney cherry, Imogen.” Aysel does a little dance, the tickets being fanned around her. She knows she’s far too energised in comparison to the blonde but she can’t help it. And in all honesty she usually has more energy than anyone else in the room anyway. “If I have to karate chop a Karen in front of an animated rodent I will and I won’t regret it. But fine, I’ll just refer to him as MD, Mouse Dick.” At the mention of more sleep, Aysel pouts. “Noooooo, you can sleep in the car, I’ll hold off on my road trip playlist for a couple hours.”

       “Okay but who would win in a fight, a shark or a bear? And there’s only one right option and I’ll judge you so hard if you pick the wrong one, capiche?” @imogenrecords​

     Jimmy has been out of jail for a week and yet he is having to take his dumbass teammate to the hospital. He should expect it by now, this particular teammate is accident prone and many even ask Jimmy why he keeps him around. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than admit he has grown fond of his little family. Though worrying over his teammate takes a back seat upon seeing a blonde woman enter the room. He’s not exactly subtle as brown hues make there way up her body. “They’ve definitely had a change of staff since I last got here.” He can hear his teammate sigh in annoyance so Jimmy prods him two inches from the gaping cut in his arm. “Are you the one stuck stitching up this dumbass?” @imogenrecords​

     As the door opens, Aysel does some jazz hands, showing the printed off disney tickets she had in each hand. “Dash says the same thing just minus the Records part and I choose to ignore both of you.” The nurse shrugs, trying not to bounce from her excitement but also- failing at doing so. She slips inside and holds the tickets up to Imogen’s face. “Did I stutter? Hell yeah I said Disneyland! I’ve never gone and I really wanna meet that giant rat thing that Walt got hard over.”

New York was full of every changing faces but Hunter relied on the familiarity of his usual hang outs to spot the usual suspects. Over the years his group of friends had changed shapes and sizes but they often hung out in specific bars or food joints, maybe a music store here or there. When a new face walked in he often ignored them, but when an old one walked through the door the often quiet boy would make the effort to say hello. Standing at the window of a pizza joint, whilst his friends ordered their late night snack, he was surprised to find a familiar blonde walking by. “I’ll be back in a minute guys,” he excused himself as he pushed through the door out onto the city street. “Hey- Imogen right?”

@imogenrecords

          ‘ yeah ,    what’s  fucking  new . ’    he  ambles  after  her  to  the  kitchen ,  pouring  himself  a  water  and  a  lemonade  for  imo .    ( he  can’t  stand  the  stuff ,    but  he  keeps  it  around  for  her . )   ‘ waking  up  the  fucking  neighbors  and  shit . ’  but  he’s  fond  anyway ,    sets  their  drinks  down  on  the  coffee  table  and  gracelessly  takes  a  seat  on  his  couch .    

           ‘ jesus ,    imo  . ’    he  watches  her  scarf  the  food  down  like  she  hasn’t  eaten  in  weeks ,    and  concern  raises .   ‘ when’s  the  last  time  you  ate ?   i  know  you’re  busy  at  work  but  you  gotta  eat .    don’t  make  me  come  down  there  and  make  you . ’   though ,   maybe  it’s  not  such  a   bad  idea .    hit  on  the  nurses  and  stuff .    well - off  girls  always  love  a  walk  on  the  wrong  side  of  the  tracks :   which  is  dash .

     She smiles gratefully as she notices him put down the lemonade for her, as she takes another bite. She didn’t really drink soda’s or anything of the sort, but she always had a weak spot for lemonade. “Please, the only neighbour I could really bother is Aysel and she’s doing it herself most of the time. That, and she’s still at the hospital - so I am good.” 

     As a nurse you’re suppose to help others in the process of healing… Not taking part in stealing. Though the latter won out when Aysel had to deal with- what she believes to be- the biggest asshole on the planet. Constant use of the nurse button, swearing, insulting, throwing things, messing with equipment, breaking equipment, etc. Just constant over her twelve hour shift. So, when she saw him finally being removed and his bag left in the room… She took advantage. Now three hundred dollars richer and with a great need to visit the happiest place on Earth- Aysel finds herself outside a certain apartment at 3am. Her fist hits the door multiple times. “Hey Records! Wake the fuck up! We’re going to Disneyland!” @imogenrecords​

     A week off of work, most people loved getting a break from work to do whatever they wanted to do or go on holiday or whatever. For Imogen it was like her personal hell. It wasn’t necessarily that she loved her job that much that she always wanted to work, though she did love it, it was also just the fact that she still had so much to learn and she still had a long way to go in her medical career and so spending a lot of time on anything else than work just seemed like a waste of time. Only two days into her ‘vacation’ and she already was so done with it.

         what  shitty  thing  did  he  do  in  a  past  life  that  made  god  decide  that  the  women  in  his  life  needed  to  wake  him  up  the  moment  he  began  drifting  to  sleep ?    not  that  he  minded  too  much ,   he’d  rather  die  than  not  be  there  for  imo  or  aysel  when  they  needed  him .    but  dammit ,    he’s  exhausted ,   and  is  trying  &  failing  to  stifle  a  yawn  when  he  pulls  the  door  open .   ‘  ‘ssup , ’   he  greets ,    gesturing  for  her  to  enter .   

           it’s  been  a  long  day  at  work ,    he’s  sore  and  tired  and  bruised .    dash  collapses  on  the  couch  once  imo’s  inside ,    scrubbing  a  hand  through  his  hair  absently .    ‘ why  you  always  gotta  yell ,   huh ?    you  coulda  texted  me or  something  and  i  would’ve  left  it  unlocked  for  you . ’

     The moment that he opens the door, Imogen takes a quick look at him. “You look like shit.” She concludes before walking to the door and heading straight for the kitchen. Setting the bags of food on the counter, she grabs two plates, knowing the place by heart. “Yelling is easier, also makes sure the words get through that thick skull of yours. I would’ve texted but my hands were pretty full, so yelling it is.”

     Seeing Imogen in the hospital break room brings a wave of relief over Aysel. She dramatically flops down in the seat opposite the blonde and leans her elbows on the table so her hands can wildly gesture around without injuring anyone. “I just had to witness a grown man having a Rubik’s cube removed from his-” She points downwards and whistles. “And I’m traumatised, Im, full on fifty shades of rainbow squares traumatised. I’m never going to be able to look at another one again, think about one, pass a kid playing with one without getting flashbacks. I am gunna need so much alcohol after this shift that I’ll be seeing shit like Dumbo. And you have to come with me.” @imogenrecords​

     Coming off a 28-hour shift at the hospital, Imogen was at a loss of what to do. If it were up to her she’d still be there doing rounds, but unfortunately she had already far surpassed her maximum hours that week and so she was even being forced to take the next day off. She was asked to be on call in case of emergencies, but still - it wasn’t the same.

Taking out the ponytail in her hair and making sure she looked semi-decent, she decided to walk into the first bar she could find. Sure, she’d rather work - but she supposed she could find another way to fill her evening with. Taking a seat at the bar, she quickly orders her usual drink before taking a quick look around the place, trying to decide who she could go and talk with when suddenly another person came to stand next to her to order something. Ignoring it at first, Imogen couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity when she heard the other speak. Turning her face to look over to the other, her eyes widened a little in recognition. “Mr. Rossi? Oh, hey.”

     It had been a long day with a surgery that ended up taking over fifteen hours, and Imogen wanted nothing more than to plop down and just do nothing for a week. Coming from miss workaholic herself, that was big. As soon as she’d gotten changed, she was out the door - not even bothering to talk to anyone, for once genuinely not wanting to stick around longer than necessary. She wasn’t quite ready to go home and sleep though, and so there was only one other place that came to mind.

Picking up enough food to feed a family of five at her favourite take-away, she made her way over to the familiar apartment building. It wasn’t much longer after that that she had reached the door she needed. Her hands too full to grab the keys out of her bag, or even knock properly, she kicked the door three times. Hard enough that he’d hear it, soft enough that she didn’t do any damage or piss him off. “Dash, open up! I have food and I am starving so open the door before I get angry!”

the other day I saw (IMOGEN RECORDS) a (27 YEAR OLD) (SURGICAL RESIDENT) around New York City. They look a lot like (JESSICA ROTHE), don’t they? Rumour has it that they’re (INDEPENDENT, QUICK-WITTED AND HONEST) but can be (BLUNT, CALCULATING AND DISTANT) at their worst! What we know for sure is they’re (FEMALE, PANSEXUAL) their pronouns are (SHE/HER) they were born on (AUGUST 24) live in (QUEENS) and are known as the (THE SNAPDRAGON). 

TW: drugs abuse mention, alcohol abuse mention