𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽

so i really suck at intros, but he’s her bio! i’ll go ahead and add some stuff under the cut so that in case you don’t want to read the whole thing, you don’t have to. also there’s some connection ideas at the bottom if you’d like some! 

❝ oops , ❞ zarina says fast in backing up and in fact there were a few splashes added to the choice of couture . no matter on her end, she hated HER dress but rightfully chose to stay in theme for the midsummer fest.

❝ my bad dude , ❞ z slurs in her nervous, twinkling giggles as she wasn’t sure who’s fault it truly was right now under her own fog of drink. certainly , she was a clumsy person and so it could have been her error ? whatever the matter, she felt responsible and got carried away by her intoxicated state.

❝ you okay ? uh, let’s find napkins , or something … ❞

trixie knew that the collision was her fault, and she quickly shook her head. “no, no. that was all my own doing.” the blonde was just glad to see that she wasn’t the only one who seemed to need to be intoxicated to enjoy this festival. the girl quickly waved her off, shaking her head. “please, don’t worry about it. i’ll be burning this tomorrow as a ritualistic way of saying fuck dresses and everything they stand for. the beer will just help it burn faster.” she said with a laugh. while trixie was tipsy, this idea had been in her mind since she had to buy the thing in the first place. “here let me buy you a drink to make up for crashing into you.” 

peter  catches  the  stumbling  blonde  in  his  arms,  a  small  breeze  of  laughter  escaping  his  lips  at  the  sight  of  her  circumstance.  it’s  in  his  nature  to  make  light  of  an  otherwise  adverse  situation  —  he  figures  it’s  only  a  bit  of  beer,  that  it’s  inevitable  to  get  messy  at  a  party.  “  jeez,  how  many  drinks  have  you  had,  trix  ?  ”  peter  jests,  spinning  the  girl  around  so  they’re  facing  each  other.  he’s  donning  his  best  smile,  a  show  of  camaraderie  in  support  of  his  closest  friend.

the sound of her dearest  friend’s voice brought her attention away from the spilled beer, a laugh escaping her lips as she was now facing and looking up at him. she playfully narrowed her eyes at peter, a teasing tone to her voice. “more than you could handle.” she hummed, finishing off the remaining beer that was in the cup, chuckling softly. “that stumble was more due to me not being use to these torture devices everyone seems to call dresses.” she noted, using her free hand to pick up a corner of the skirt and lifting it a little before letting it fall from her fingertips. “i’m hoping that perhaps i’ll drink enough to where i just might start liking to wear it.” 

the midsummer festival was in full swing, and trixie was on her third beer of the day. she was never one for festivals like this where she was expected to wear a dress and flower crowns. she was sporting a green floral dress with her combat boots to match. if she was going to wear a dress, she was going to at least wear comfortable footwear. while dresses were one thing, heels were a whole other hell ms. belle was not prepared to deal with. the blonde was thankful the festival wasn’t going to last much longer and the town would go back to normal. she took another drink from her beer, a small sour look on her face at the thought of having to do this again next year. perhaps then she would fake being sick so no one could bother to make her come. her thoughts were so busy consumed with hatred she hadn’t realized she was standing in the way of some tourists attempting to take pictures. the girl quickly tried to move out of the way but accidentally bumped into someone, pouring the beer down her front. “shit.” she muttered, now holding the soaked piece of the dress away from her skin.