brave love, dream not

         “wanna dance with me?” she asked, her enthusiasm clearly showing on her face. savannah had already been drinking far more than she probably should have, but she’d never been one to care much for limits. performing that night had given her a high that she didn’t want to lose anytime soon. “i promise it’ll be fun!” she knew a load of the people on tour want to dance so she considered another option. “or at least come get another drink with me,” she added, stumbling over the words a bit.

       “i’m game to dance with you if you can keep up, girly.” the boy teased, his rough voice shaking with laughter as he observed the girl’s clear inebriation. taking a sip of his drink, he pulled at the drawstrings of his ratty old hoodie as he considered her alternative offer. “your choice, van. we can drink, we can dance, we can do either or. “you were fucking awesome on stage, so i’m willing to reward you whichever way you want.”

"i’m not talking dirty to you, bae,” he deadpanned. “that’s just your mind acting out from its permanent position in the gutter.” the boy popped his stiff knuckles before taking out the crick in his neck. “so you know, i’m not trying to bust your balls. just looking out for you. savannah’s a sweet girl, i don’t think you want to hurt her any more than i don’t want you to hurt her.” without commenting further, he signalled the bartender for another drink like his own. “does this mean you’re going to stick to hitting on the crew instead of the fans or that you’re really going to behave? i want you to have fun. just make sure your ex doesn’t see you. that’s all.”

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oliver was drunk, kade could practically smell it off him were it not masked with perfume and sweat. the smaller boy was practically vibrating with inebriation though. coolly, he took a sip of his bourbon on ice and leaned against the bar, not leaning back just head. “what can i say? i’m a rule breaker, ollie. i specifically strive to be messy, tired and hot so we can keep meeting just like this.” an amused smirk was wearing onto his lips. “make sure savannah doesn’t see you,” he said with a more serious tone. “i don’t want any of my bandmates crying in a dirty club bathroom tonight, if i can help it.”

“Yeah,” Kade said dryly, allowing the word to fall flat in the space between them. “I’m here to ask you to watch my purse slash coat slash whatever, namely my sister.” With the jut of his chin, he pointed toward her in the crowd. “I gotta go see about a girl, but you know, my parents saddled me with the responsibility of taking care of that nightmare, you’re sitting here doing...nothing, and I am willing to owe you a big one if you do me this solid. How about it, man? I’ll throw in five bucks.”

“tell me,” janie glanced at the person next to her and grinned slightly, “on a scale of one-to-meredith palmer, how drunk do i look right now? because cute mccute has been giving me eyes all night, and i want to make sure it’s not because my makeup is fucked up.” 

“Whoever stole my lucky bracelet better sleep with their eyes open tonight!” Jade growled in warning to everyone gathered on the bus as she aggressively dropped her bag onto the floor before slipping into one of the cushier seats, still grumbling to herself.

Cities are built from ruins. I think people are too.