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Even though Lucas has never been a big social bug, he wasn’t really the worst at making friends. He actually was doing pretty good for him since moving here to Peach Hollow and maybe it was because it was a fresh start where his whole life story didn’t really follow behind him. A small smile grew on his own lips when the brunette approached him. “Maybe this is a sign that I should quit.” He chuckled as he put his cigarette back since he wasn’t going to be finding a lighter any time soon. “Kind of surprised to see you here tonight, didn’t take you for a Peach Pit kind of person.” He told her as he pushed himself off the wall. “Did you miss my company so you came here hoping you’d find me?” The blonde teased with a small smile on his lips.

"Maybe you should, it is bad for your health after all." She said with a teasing tone, that was probably something he heard quite frequently. "What? I don't look like a sports fan to you? Go Cowboys." A playful cheer included. It was a requirement in the Kava household to support to the Dallas Cowboys and Stars, admittedly she didn't always keep with the games but she had loyalty to her hometown. "Someone thinks highly of themselves. You’re cute but not ‘I wanna stalk him cute’." Mallory nudge the man’s arm, stepping closer to him.

bill and ted’s excellent adventure: are you more of an optimist or pessimist?

Honestly it depends on the day, I try to be an optimist more but some days I just can’t be. 

dirty dancing: where were you when you first heard your favourite song?

I was in my friend’s car.

better off dead: why did you last laugh so hard it reduced you to tears?

permanent record: where were you the last time you told someone you loved them?

I was at my house. 

st. elmo’s fire: what’s one piece advice you would give to someone two years younger than yourself?

Don’t be afraid to take risks, try to do the things that scare you the most because those are often the things that pay off the most. Don’t settle for content because life is short and you should make the most of it. 

dangerous liaisons: which language would you most like to learn?

Send in “🎶” for a song I associate with your muse

the whole point of tonight was to grab a bite to eat but roman had took on more than he could handle and here he sat completely satisfied with his vanilla milkshake and french fries. eyeing the pancakes on the table despite it being 8 in the night, the male smiles over at the person sitting aside him at counter, “serious question…” he trails, “pancakes, waffles or french toast? i grew up ignoring all three at the breakfast table and now i cannot get enough. it’s wild.” @peachesstart​

It was a late dinner for Mallory, she got swept up in a project and didn't realize how much time had passed until her phone rang and she stared down at the time. Not having the ambition to make her own food she went to the diner. She'd spotted Roman the moment she arrived, giving him a smile as she took the seat next to him at the counter. Mallory shifted so she could face the man better, interest peaked at his 'serious question'. A laugh as she considered the options. "Waffles, with french toast as a close second. You grew up ignoring three iconic breakfast foods, how is that possible?"

After spending the day at Cloud Nine sorting through all the bills and getting everyones paycheck ready he figured he would be able to go out to a bar, knowing that everyone could handle themselves perfectly fine without him there. The place was a great cash grab and had great business but he didn’t want to be there twenty-four seven. Tonight he had decided on the Peach Pit and after having a beer he decided he needed a smoke so he exited the building, leaning up against the wall once outside. The blonde male patted his pockets in search of a lighter and his pack of cigarettes but only his pack was there. “Shit, you got a lighter on you?” he asked the person besides him. | @peachesstart​​

The Peach Pit wasn't her typical spot on nights out, while she was sort of a sports fan evenings out usually meant dancing or getting up on the stage at Joey's for her. However, tonight she wanted a more relaxed vibe so her and a friend decided to get a few drinks at the Pit. Arriving a little earlier than agreed Mallory made her way towards the building. The familiar blonde leaning against the side caught her attention, having some time to kill she made her way over to him. "No, sorry, all my lighters are back at my place." She said with a greeting smile.

“Last time I moved, I had professionals come in to move the furniture and some of my stuff went missing.” Sutton emphasized the last word, clearly in disbelief of their explanation. She paused for a second, as she was about to toss something into a box. “That’s a good question. She had very tacky taste. So how about this, if you wouldn’t wear it or put it in your house for decor, then it should go. Although, most of the things in this room are hers. So I’ll just go around and collect my stuff and this box…” She scooted a large box towards the middle of the room. “–Will be trash.” With that said, she resumed what she was doing. “I’ll treat you to the finest tonight. I promise.”

A small shake of her head as she heard Sutton talk about her experience with hiring a moving company. "How much did they take?" She asked, she doubted as much as Sutton that the things had gone 'missing'. "That should be easy enough, don't be offended if I accidentally throw something of yours away." Mallory said with a laugh, putting what was in her hands in a box. "A better idea." With the amount of things in the room the process would be faster if her friend collected what she wanted. While Sutton worked she looked for the tackiest things around tossing them into the large box in the middle. "You're so good to me."

The last night of the camping trip was a blur, between confronting Dylan, the heat that took a toll on his mind, and the Peacher breaking havoc once more he felt wiped out, his body tired. Grabbing two bottled waters from the fridge he walked into the living room and handed her a water bottle, “So skinny dipping was a bust.” he said plopping down in the arm chair and sipping his own drink. “But I do know a place if that’s still an option?” he asked teasing. The night took a turn and cut their little planned activity shorter than he would’ve liked, however catching up with her afterwards was a bonus. “I guess I should enjoy the pool while it last.” he shrugged figuring without a roommate he’d have to move back into the towers. “But swim suits can be worn, I’m cool with that I think we all need to relax after that trip.” @mallorykava​

The camping trip had been something out of a horror movie, it was far from how she imagined her first camping adventure in years to go. Things had become frantic once word got around about what happened during the night and Mallory's only thought had been to go home. She took the bottle of water from Tucker, it was good to touch base with him after everything. "It was, we should have just gone in that afternoon." An eyebrow raised in question. "What place did you have in mind?" After all the stress and worry they both needed some fun, she smiled at him. "As long as we have some privacy, I'm up for another - better round of skinny dipping."

Artist: Shakira Song: Dare (La La La)

I dare you to kiss me With everyone watching It's truth or dare on the dance floor

Artist: Ariana Grande Song: break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored

Artist: Taylor Swift Song: betty

“Meeting you had stripped me of my independence. Your absence is a void that needs to be filled to keep me from the brink of insanity.” Malcolm teased as he watched her settle in her seat. After all the chaos in life lately, it was refreshing to get back into the routine of seeing Mallory for coffee. “Oh.. okay. Good. Cool. Not a douche.” He then shot finger guns in the other’s direction. The barista then approached their table and brought their cups over. After taking his cup into his hand and sipping the hot liquid between his full lips, he asked. “Those truth or dare nights really are something.” He sighed, thinking about his own night. “Any horror stories from last night?”

"Are you talking about me or the coffee?" She teased back. Mallory laughed at the finger guns being shot at her, "is it too late to take back the not being douchy comment." She joked with an amused grin. She thanked the barista as they set the drinks down, enjoying her first sip of the latte, just what she needed. "They are." She agreed which was half the reason she didn't go to the most recent game. Mallory assumed he was asking about her night at the game, maybe he didn't notice she wasn't there, given most of the town went she couldn't blame him for not noticing. "I have one. Dahlia was in a mood last night and darted across the coffee table like a bat out of hell and knocked over my glass of red wine right onto the carpet. A nightmare, I had to spent almost an hour to stop it from staining permanently." She said sharing her unfortunate moment during her night at home. "What about you?"