diamond.

Haeri’s fighting laughter, for many reasons. One it’d be impolite and she’s more than that person who would have outright laughed a few years ago. She’s like, an updated version of her own software, you know. Microsoft has stepped up, Apple has–somewhat done the same, ugh who is she kidding. She’s not a computer, a program or a software, that’s her strength, she’s human! She has emotions, feelings and sometimes they just simply disagree with everything a painter wanted to put in his painting, it’s not a bad thing.

It’s human, there, the absolute perfect reason to open her mouth and speak frankly, freely. As Haeri should always do.

“Whatever the intention, they should just accept that some people, me for example, are going to be looking at this piece of–art–and judge it by the things it reminds them of, because what the hell kind of white is that, I’ve never seen this shit in my whole goddamn life and I’ve played around with white my whole goddamn life. Lexi, Lexi!” 

The name is repeated after the rambling with Haeri lightly tapping Lexi’s arm, but then the nudge gets a bit rougher and rougher until she’s grasping it and then tugging her closer to her side, “This isn’t worth it. I know better places, with cheaper but much, much, more interesting artists to spark a little something in your not so little mind.” 

Lexi’s not an expert on the stuff, sure she can talk a little about it, and she can even produce her own mess when she’s ready but that’s brain stuff. That’s subjective stuff. What isn’t subjective is when something just - isn’t making sense and it’s not a brain thing. It’s not a matter of understanding it’s just people making a living. At this point a name gets them a few grand and whether it’s good or not she has to stare at it and pretend it is. Well - she doesn’t have to but she promised she’d work on her etiquette.

The gallery isn’t that full though, and she hadn’t let it slip that she was coming here. Hadn’t posted on her instagram or anything about her whereabouts. So if a little slip happens she wouldn’t be in trouble, in fact she’d feel more relieved, which prompts:

“I’ve seen the color before - it kinda looks like he let his load out all over the canvas. Which I mean - I can’t think of a scenario where I’d accept that. It’d make for a interesting album cover.” It’s lewd and premature and it’s exactly what Lexi likes to be. She feels the comfort slip in almost instantly and the worries slide off.

“If you kee making that face you’re going to offend someone here.” Even though, while she says this Lexi is hiding her amusement behind her hand. A gentle gesture that she’s not too used to. Then again she’s not too used to watching her behavior around others and being around Haeri makes her want to be even less considerate. But she made a promise - being that while she was at the exhibit she would be on her best behavior. 

“You’re supposed to be helping me with my inspiration instead you’re looking like you drank sour milk. And if you had I’d be questioning that boyfriend of yours.” Things are light, despite the importance of the visit or the fact that she’s been in the worst rut of her life and she wishes all the ideas in her head would jump right out of wherever the fuck they’re hiding. But Haeri’s here and if she’s letting a sour look pass at the work on the wall then Lexi can let out a snicker, however misplaced it seems. The people of the art world will be fine.

“I doubt - the intention of the artist was to express what it’s like to drink sour milk.”

“Big baby.”

It doesn’t sting like it sounds, like people expect from her. Instead it’s light, like the small remnant of a latte that line her lips. She’s laughing, openly discussing things like chicks and dicks with the one person she knows she can, in a place she probably shouldn’t. It hasn’t stopped her before and if Ryan keeps encouraging her Lexi’s going to keep it up. She spares a glance over at the waiter, watching as he leans over against the counter and flashes them a smile. An unnecessarily flirty smile.

“Thing is, it’s not so impressive, so I wouldn’t bother with that one. He flashes it as parties too much too, not flattering.” Her pointer finger sticks out and she’s vaguely aware she needs to redo her nails. Instead of commenting on that she points at the barista still behind the bar. “He’s single and ready to mingle. And from what I heard he’s not too bad in bed.”

Lexi knows about table manners but she knows about comfort more so she’s going to indulge while she can. In freedom, reckless conversations and coffee.

Images are easy to hide behind. everyone thinks it’s such a troublesome mask, so sticky and dirty and so false that it irritates the skin. Lexi used to, she won’t lie. She used to suffocate under the titles, used to try to peel as far back, make it hover rather than stick. Even if it never stuck it was always there and she had to slip it on whether she liked it or not. So she sought to make it fit, push corners in where she could.

Parties are easier to hide behind. Much easier to flow with. Lexi had her reputation at parties and it was half of her stage and half of her vibe. She likes her space but most people aren’t too concerned about it as long as she moves. So she moves and she does and she acts as needle tight to the mask as she can. She dreams of closed studios with cushions while she gets so drunk she falls into someone else’s cushions.

Not tonight though, tonight is for mingling, monitoring and mixing.

It’s not because they’re cultivating a new image and not because she wants a new one. She came with a friend and she’s intent on staying with her as much as possible, feel out her new vibes with new people. Granted Lexi knew Chaeyoung wasn’t a party girl as much as people knew she was, but Chaeyoung still agreed to come and Lexi still brought her.

Not a fault on her art but a misjudgment. Mixing is only good when someone’s got a vibe to cling to. Chaeyoung’s got no party vibes and doesn’t know how to make one in an environment like that. It’s all push and push and when Lexi can’t catch sight of the girl, she’s sure it’s pushed her out. She’s halfway down the stairs, jacket hanging off her frame when she texts back.

msg to // chaechi: ‘i am fine’ my ass.  msg to // chaechi: rule number one, no matter who you are don’t leave parties this late by yourself.

Lexi’s out the door when she manages to fit her jacket on. Mixing ended, byes delivered.

        Most had their fair share of words for the female. Most had their own assumptions and stamps to stick to her image just as she stuck upon herself when the spotlight hit. But night? Night was another story. Night was a freedom, a shroud. She’d shoved all that she was into her shadow, forcing it to drag behind her and hide in the day but now she was open, or as open as she wished. It was a time for recklessness and selfishness and sometimes for reflection. Right now it served as a comfort, wind nipping at her shoulders and threatening to expose her to whosoever recognized. She probably didn’t care, the tales of her previous endeavor spun in her head, stung her wrists in now reddened marks and for that she pulled back a chair and set the two drinks on the table, one soda, one alcohol. 

       “Only one of us is allowed to look that miserable tonight.”

          “Well it's not indirect,” that’s how she begins. That’s how she is. Nothing is ever really indirect, the words hit the target with a crass slice and a perfect aim. A sting however, is not always the intention. It’s why being around Seulgi is a little more bearable than usual. She stifles laughter under the blanket covering her lips, all but engrossed in the outfit and the character the female takes on. It’s easy, her eyes remain still pools and it’s the reason people think before approaching her. They’re easy to hide behind but around others they soften just a tad. “You look like the girls from my seventh grade class with big hair and lip piercings,” she answers, few chuckles spilling out past the cloth. “Not that it’s a bad thing.” she saves, “But it’s a rave so you look good. I’m surprised you got this dressed up.” she finishes.

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tanya_u Thighs! lexioneed beautiful *^* abcdatbeat it’s been a while!!! drumme_rk always showing her body off wtf??? it’s not even good wtf cascance_id look at her expression who took the picture??? kpop_fan_lover why does she always look so trashy?