* SWEET / MELODY !

“so i told him, you know, i can’t be friends with someone in a duck suit.” avi sighed, “even though that was, like, the meanest thing i’ve ever said to him. i felt so bad.” they planted their hands on the counter, before picking up their latte to take a sip. they weren’t sure if it was lucky or unlucky that the cafe seemed to be totally deserted, because that gave them a chance to strike up a conversation with laika. but avi had only meant to compliment the girl’s outift. they always got a little bit starstruck in front of the barista, and now avi found themself encountering her entire spring fest experience. “anyway, people should express themselves the way they want you know, that’s all i want. i’d be a hypocrite otherwise. i hope your spring festival was better than mine.”

was it obvious laika was dying of boredom ?? she wondered where on earth avi got their anecdotes from , and how it was possible for one individual to speak and speak and speak . it was a slow day at the cafe which , on usual occasion would be a godsend , but in the moment she was cursing the slow morning , for if the queue had been growing by the second perhaps the other would’ve realised it and halted their conversation before it hit the five minute mark . “ -- did you want a drink , or ?? “ she questioned once there was a lapse of speech , gesturing to the coffee machines whirring and whizzing behind her , fulfilling other orders her colleagues had taken off her , “ i guess you’re right though . why’d you shit on his parade if you want everybody to express themselves ?? surely you would’ve seen his duck outfit and thought that was an awesome way to dress . “ 

“ i mean , i wouldn’t write home about it . i had nothing to do tonight anyway and i’m usually ‘round these parts . free drinks dictate my path for the night . “ she didn’t mean to to seem frosty or bitchy when responding to the other , but she hadn’t gone out of her way to observe him and she certainly hadn’t been batting her lashes in the crowd praying she’d be approached by the star upon the stage . it would take more than that to have laika fall at anybody’s feet . “ but if you’re that glad to see me , and if you owe me one like you claim to , you can go buy me a drink if you want . anything fruity and strong , and i’ll be happy . thanks , doll . “ 

kiran had no idea what he was actually doing here. he’d let mae drag him to some of the spring festival activities earlier today, but then he’d told her he was heading home. and he was, just not the home she thought he was staying at, which was his parents. he’d gone back to his car, his home on wheels, and then somehow he’d ended up here, standing outside of the party going on in the abandoned villas behind him, at the end of one of the unused docks. the sounds of the party were just background noise here, mixing in with the sound of ocean water lapping at the wooden beams of the dock he was standing on, and the sound his lighter made as he lit another cigarette. he used to be the life of these parties, so maybe he’d been trying to find some part of his past self by going back here now. he hadn’t even been able to be stay inside for one whole song before he’d felt like he couldn’t breathe, before he’d had to flee outside. pathetic. kiran turned with a sigh at the sound of someone coming down the dock behind him, barely registering the person silhoutted against the bright lights coming from the buildings. “this one’s occupied, buddy, go find your own fucking dock.”

the party was lame , but what had she been expecting ?? there were no fireworks , the drinks were shitty , and above all they were stranded in docklands surrounded by water without easy escape . even if she wanted to go home - which she did - there was no easy way out , so it seemed she’d have to grin ( or sneer ) and bear it until she found mike in the crowd and navigated their way out of here . “ what’s got your panties in a twist then , huh , patel ?? “ the girl questioned , bouncing on the toes of her heels , “ it’s pretty lame that you’re all the way out here in the dark , away from .. well , literally everybody . have you been banished to the naughty corner ?? “ 

harry hated discounted tattoo days since they normally fell on a holiday, everyone always wanted the same thing. this time it was easter, he’d just finished up what felt like his thousandth bunny tattoo and he looked up at the clock, it was almost his lunch break. he was tidying up his stuff when he heard footsteps, “before you ask, i’m going on my break” he calls out. “if it’s a tattoo you’re after, one of the other guys can do it” he carries on, he needed a rest, his hands were starting to ache. 

“ i wasn’t gonna ask , “ laika retorted within seconds , slinking her way into one of the tattoo chairs and spinning on the wheels to face harry . gesturing to her body with a cock of her brow , a painted nail jutted toward the easter themed flash , an expression of judgement painted across furrowed features , “ -- sorry , hun , but i don’t wanna put an easter-egg shaped bumper sticker on this bentley . i go for something a little more classy . now when you’re in a better mood let me know , i only want the best of the best to ink me up and you know full well i don’t trust any of your needle-wielding colleagues . “

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