— fluffy life !

brows furrow as his reminded hits her across the cheek like a slap. right. she did all of that - even drunk, Marlowe can recognize her wrong doing. " i never cheated. " now, she's feeling defensive over it. her pride is on the line. liar feels somewhat better than a cheater. she lets go of his bicep. an unhappy grimace settling over soft features. " i'm sorry for hurt - " a hiccup, " hurting you, jamie. it'll be better for both of us if i go. " mars gives him a brief, strained smile. steps away from him, but her legs tangle and she collapses like a deck of cards into the sand.

alyssa loved hearing about things going on in everyone else's lives. it gave her the distraction of having to talk about the things that were going on in hers. the last thing anyone needed to hear was the back and forth drama that seemed to hover around her sometimes. the only reason she even came to this party was so that she would actually end up relaxing for once. " all of it ? " the blonde would say with a smile. " i mean is there anything you haven't told me about just yet ? any dates on your calendar in the nearby future ? something good to look forward to rather than any of the bad parts ? "

as much as marlowe's loves hearing about things going on in other people's lives - thrives on it, really - she loves talking about her own problems. and gosh, she surely has a lot since coming to palmview and meeting its residents. no day is boring here. " let me think. " sips virgin mojito through paper-straw. a hum, rather theatrical, until she says. " i'm going to see sage. his last name is really long, but maybe you know him ... he has a band. " the corners of her lips curl upward. " what about you? anything exciting? "

“  i've  had  a  couple  of  drinks,  ”  spencer  responds,  though  clearly,  he  hasn't  had  enough.  but  in  his  defense,  he'd  spent  half  the  day  with  his  daughter,  and  being  drunk  out  of  his  mind  for  that  didn't  feel  like  a  responsible  thing  to  do.  maybe  later  on  in  the  night,  he  supposes,  when  it's  past  her  bedtime  and  spencer  can  finally  let  loose.  “  you're  fine,  ”  he  assures.  what  was  it  with  people  and  wanting  to  prove  their  sobriety  to  him?  “  eight,  huh?  is  there  still  room  for  a  glass  of  water  in  there?  ”

clearly, from marlowe's perspective too, spencer is too sober. but she is quite aware of his parental responsibilities, or the morals that come with it. not that she would have the same morals as marlowe firmly believes she could still be fun (read: be tipsy) and take care of a child. she knows nothing it entails. " couple of drinks? what's couple? couple is like two. so two drinks? spencer ! you can do better ! " a blabbermouth, once she starts it's hard to stop. she takes another sip of her skinny bitch. " this is basically water. vodka and water. it doesn't get healthier than this. " a shrug. then she extends her arm. " want some? "

Miya Horcher as JAYMEE AQUINO ALL AMERICAN, 6x11 "The Next Episode"

" better find her then. " voice bitter despite the wide, blinding stilted smile plastered across soft features. still, she wants to appear easy-going as if none of it bothers her. marlowe is the reason they broke up - constantly twisting the truth, avoiding his questions - all of it her fault. she has no one else to blame for her misery but herself. hand squeezes his bicep again. " i've never been better. " and mars has never been a good liar. she lets go of, shifting her weight from one foot to another. " i was actually gonna get another drink. want some? let's toast on seeing each other again. " because she has no idea how to get out of this situation - guilt bubbles deep within her and in the sober part of her brain she knows getting out of there would be for the best and yet ... can't get enough of staring into james' handsome face.

sometimes,  sage's  mouth  gets  him  into  strange  situations.  this  is  thankfully  not  the  weirdest  one  yet  —  though  he's  honestly  kind  of  eager  to  see  where  it  ends  up.  mostly  because  he  just  likes  talking  to  marlowe.  she's  nice,  easy  going  when  she's  not  asking  about  a  baby  (??)  and  funny  to  boot.  sue  him.  she  approaches  and  he  doesn't  bother  to  get  up  onto  his  elbows,  mostly  because  the  nausea  and  his  guts  are  fighting  and  the  battle  has  a  clear,  white-flag  winner.  “what?  no  -  no.  i  hate  sand.  it  feels  like  …  sand.”  well,  yes!  “it  gets  in  everything.  i'm  pretty  sure  it  got  in  my  bed  three  days  after  i  went  to  the  beach.”  it  did  not,  but  she  doesn't  need  to  know  that.  eyebrows  raise  as  if  he  wasn't  the  one  to  bring  it  up  in  person  in  the  first  place.  “oh  yeah?  what  ‘m  i  beggin’  for,  then?  it  better  be  somethin'  good  or  i'm  callin'  it  off.”  he  can't  even  do  that.

" that's the point of sand! " her tone takes on a frustrated edge, yet the curl of her lips reveal it is all a jest. a jest, sage ! marlowe is too drunk to take anything seriously, unless something serious happens, like a life-threatening beach catastrophe. maybe then, she'd sober up and start taking things seriously. sage grimaces which prompts mars to tilt her head like a dog. " are you okay? " oh no, what if sage is a light-weight drinker and is currently fighting for his life? she lays down next to him, rolls over to her side in case he'd need some assistance if the alcohol won. his words, however, conjure an amused chuckle. this is why she likes sage - he is funny and cute. " you're begging for me, of course. " marlowe pushes herself up onto one elbow. " you'll get something nice if it's believable. "

“  hi,  mars,  ”  spencer  greets  back,  an  amused  smile  finding  it's  way  onto  his  features  as  she  wobbles  into  his  space.  he's  only  had  three  drinks,  a  lot  less  compared  to  everyone  else,  so  seeing  everyone  slowly  lose  their  sobriety  was  …  interesting,  to  say  the  least.  eyebrows  raise  at  marlowe's  remark,  “  really?  and  here  i  thought  i  was  giving  off  a  good  vibe,  ”  he  reponsds,  looking  down  at  himself  like  he  can  somehow  see  his  own  aura  if  he  tried.  “  are  you  okay?  how  many  drinks  have  you  had?  ”

she squints her eyes at spencer, trying to read his aura again. it's very hard, to aura read, with a sober mind. nearly impossible in the state marlowe's in, or so she thinks when no new colors swirl around him. " nuh-uh. " she takes a sip of her skinny bitch. " you're giving sober vibes. very bad, very sad. " everyone should be drunk out of their assess. not because marlowe is scared to be drunk alone, no, but because she believes best memories are made under the influence. of ... love, alcohol, weed ... you name it. " i'm totally fine! i can recite you a poem if you want. " a test of sobriety, marlowe style. " i've only had like, eight of these bad boys, so basically sober. "

" okay.. wait a minute. " alyssa sat herself up from her lounge chair before looking in marlowe's direction, moving her sunglasses to set them ontop of her head. wanting to hear every last detail of marlowe's story and was planned on listening to it quite intently. " okay, honey. tell me all about it ! i promise i'm listening to it. " she'd say somewhat loudly to be able to hear herself over the volume of the music and the sound of everyone else chatting around them.

" lyss! " marlowe has poured her whole heart out - babbling about the james situation, about how cute and nice sage is, how stella is so kind. okay, well, she's mostly just been babbling a lot. " which part? " she plops down on the unoccupied lounge chair right next to alyssa's. " my story has a lot of layers, babe. be more specific. " she matches the other woman's volume, trying to out cream the music and the chatter around them.

@offcampusonprime: How lifted my spirits feel after yesterday's announcement.

when there's a bonfire, there's always marlowe dancing around it. limbs flailing, completely off-beat, to the music. her dance's more expressive - of what she's feeling, what she's going through, the inner turmoil of a girl - than any thought out choreography ( and, let's be real, weed and alcohol are moving those limbs of her more than her own brain ). she trips, once, steadies herself back on her feet and continues as if nothing happened. as if people weren't giving her strange looks. she's spinning, spinning, spinning until a voice, masculine and familiar, makes her stop. " oh, luca! " a squeal, some people look back to check out what is happening. " you're so cute! adorable! i love your smile! " words trips over each other, marlow reaches out to dust the invisible dirt on his shirt. " dance with me! "

gaze tears off him to the person she bumped into. " i'm so sorry! forgive me! " a playful flash of a smile and they move along with a shrug. so, it's only marlowe and james again, surrounded by myriad of people. "hi! " voice high-pitched, happy. " i'm so good! how are you? " she gives his bicep a gentle squeeze. " where's savannah? " ah, there is the question marlo thought she would manage to not ask.

for  what  it's  worth,  he  hadn't  thought  his  pathetic  attempt  at  begging  (also  maybe  kind  satirical,  maybe  not)  would  get  her  here.  has  to  wonder  if  it's  the  idea  of  his  company  or  marlowe  didn't  want  to  hear  him  whine  —  a  win  for  sage  anyway,  where  he  lays  in  the  sand  atop  one  of  the  hoodies  from  the  trunk  of  his  jeep.  “there's  fuckin  —  there's  sand  in  my  shoes,  marlowe,”  is  what  comes  out  of  his  mouth  instead  of  an  actual  hi,  how  are  you?  because  he  feels  as  if  she  doesn't  care  about  pleasantries.  “y'know,  since  you're  actually  here  –  you're  gonna  have  to  find  somethin'  else  for  me  to  make  up  for  the  whole  beggin'  schtick.”  scary  thought!

for  what's  it  worth,  sage's  pathetic  attempt  at  begging  was  simply  adorable.  it  was  just  that,  an  attempt,  though  marlowe  believes  she  can  get  him  to  beg  for  real  -  make  him  throw  away  the  facade  and  embrace  the  inner  beggar.  but  marlowe  also  believes  aliens  have  been  using  her  toothbrush  for  the  past  three  years,  so  there's  that.  she  approaches,  shoeless,  toes  burying  into  the  sand  with  each  step.  a  huge  smile  decorates  her  features  white  the  red  plastic  cup  matches  dozens  of  bracelets  on  delicate  wrist.  "  so  take  off  your  shoes,  sagey!  "  her  voice  carries  the  drunk  hitch  already.  "  embrace  the  sand.  "  marlo  sits  down  on  one  of  the  hoodies,  stretches  legs  forward  to  bury  her  toes  properly.  tilts  head,  owlishly  blinking.  "  i'd  actually  love  to  hear  you  beg  more.  "

OFF CAMPUS | 1.06 “The Breakway”

@plaalacking

oh, straight to the point. marlowe had expected a small talk, how are you's and what not, but well, she's got to deal with what's thrown at her. " can we sit? " not waiting for his answer, marlowe approaches the nearest bench, expecting james to follow suit. a deep breath, and another, doe eyes examine his lovely face. " i've told you before, i never cheated on you. " it's something marlowe claimed over and over again when they argued and subsequently broken up, though when james demanded truth, she's omitted, making her look guilty nonetheless. " i, " a sigh, " i was helping nora, my ex before you, but again, no, i didn't cheat. " very important to say it again. " she was going through a rough patch with her boyfriend and needed help. i was the only one she knew in LA. " vulnerability shines in her eyes as marlowe stares into his blue hues. " the truth, i promise. "