[ kermit vc ] shawty i don't mind

“love when people take charge and make decisions for me, my brain can take a break,” nico said, trying his best to play it cool. “please don’t call him hot sebastian, he’s too emo to have earned that name. he’s sad seb, not hot seb. but the band is cool. we’re still like writing our little songs, rehearsing until my toes go numb, yadda yadda yadda. what’s up with you? still girlbossing it through school and life?”

juniper always felt like she had a fever when she was around sebastian, especially when they were able to be so close to each other without any distractions. goodness, she felt dizzy! “oh my god, the album’s gonna be done soon?! that’s so exciting! i’m gonna buy everything that you guys release -- vinyl, posters, merch -- everything.” she beamed at him with a wide smile before slipping in an innocent little question. “are any of the songs about me?”

tripti’s words probably should have hurt saxon’s feelings. it would have hurt any normal person’s feelings, but saxon was so used to being perceived as a clown that he was pretty comfortable with it. “just because i say things out loud doesn’t mean that’s all i’m thinking about. duh, are you psychic, tripti? can you read my mind? i don’t think so!” boom, got her. “just admit that you don’t have a funny bone.”

“the-- the strip club?!” nico was aghast.

a sly smile quickly grew across soledad’s face. they leaned against the counter -- picture one of those guys from grease trying to be slick and hit on the waitress behind the counter at the diner - and puffed up their chest a little. “well, tell me what kind of occasion you’d like to celebrate with me and then we can pick whatever you’d like.”

“oh my gosh! i would LOVE to get a drink. my flight got delayed because of some stupid storm so i was just gonna take a nap or something. this is so fate-y that we both have later flights.” tristin clapped their hands together before scurrying to grab their luggage.

if rena wasn’t so determined to make this date successful, she would have lost her composure. in fact, she did lose it just a little when she took the damn shot of milk. disgusting. with a shiver down her spine, rena slammed the glass onto the bar with a smile so forced it could have gotten stuck that way. “that was... delightful. how was your tequila? generally moo-less?”

vera blinked a couple of times, completely unaware of what nickname fiona was talking about. luckily (give her a break, her brain is a little slow and that’s okay!), she caught herself before she voiced her confusion. “oh duh! your nickname, yeah. dionysus is such a loooong nickname, you would think that we’d use shorter names, right?” vera really just talked to talk. she flitted her hands at the looming bodyguard so she could slide into the entry. “i think you should always waive my cover fee because we go wayyyyy back.”

“i’m not pretending, pepto bismol clown,” noelle snapped back, her eyes widening in horror when christian picked up her clipboard. as if he needed any more ammo to irritate her. “yes, it’s a petition, but i doubt you’ll actually care so give that back!” she waved his skateboard around like an old lady waving her cane around.

“i’m like 86% positive that they wouldn’t notice because they’re dumber than us,” oscar said with the confidence of an unqualified white man in a ceo position. he sat up with knox and nodded vigorously. “onward and forward, my noble steed!”

devin scoffed and rolled her eyes. “could have fooled me,” she asserted, her nose wrinkling at the thought of the prince actually chasing her. nasty! she jutted her chin out toward the prince in defiance, fighting the temptation to swat at his fingers. she may not respect him, but she wasn’t going to get fined or yoinked for touching the guy. “respect is earned, and you’re not even close to getting that done.” a sudden bang on the door made devin jump, ruining her little tough act. but if a wild mob person burst in, things were going to go south for her -- and fast.

catching on quickly, jeremy nodded gently as he also rose to his feet. “i would love to accompany you, your highness.” he offered celestina his arm, and the two started to walk out of the atrium. the fresh air offered a relief from the tension from sitting hear the conference hall. “does the fresh air feel better? i thought i would wither away in there. this was a fantastic idea.”

“you named a club after yourself, that’s so fun!” vera exclaimed, her eyes reflecting the lights of the club. she was on her tippy toes, despite her human form already so tall. the bouncer was huge! how annoying. “i wanted to check it out myself. i thought that i was famous enough to just flit on in, but this galoot has gotten in my way,” she pouted.

soledad smiled and presented themself with a gesture of jazz hands. “uhh hello? it’s me! apollo!” they covered their mouth quickly with a giggle, pretending to hush themself after saying their real name. they didn’t really know what they wanted at esme’s flower shop, but something about the flowers just attracted them today. “what... bouquet do you recommend today, babe?”

how far was rena willing to go so this date would be a success in her book? she watched taeng’s emotions like a book, she would be absolutely awful at poker. rena let out a nervous laugh, waving over the bartender. “ehm... you know what, taeng? you’re actually sooo right about the mojito, but... i think the milk thing has to be destiny. so let me try.” there’s no way the bar would have MILK on hand. she asked the bartender for a shot of milk, earning her a strange look. that gave rena hope, but that hope crashed and burned when the bartender nodded their head and pulled out a shot glass with no argument. fuck.

“okay now!” tristin echoed, pressing record and watching the stranger do their little walk. their face flushed when they really paid attention to how pretty the stranger was. she let out a little cheer as the recording went on. “you look really good! wow!”

“you don’t have to lie,” izzy muttered, her eyes fluttering open and closed. she swayed a bit as she reached for the bottle. “thanks for helping though. i really appreciate it, pyramid boy.” as she finished her thanks, izzy swayed a bit more before stumbling and falling onto the floor. “whoa--”