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zelda probably should have cleaned up the area of her current living space, but, alas, it was left as a reminder of the night before. a random pair of boxers that somehow managed to get left behind from her one night stand, an empty pizza box, tons of empty beer cans and a broken lamp took up the floor space - whereas the desk in the room was covered in condom wrappers, weed paraphernalia and some leftover lines of telltale white powder. she laid in her bed, waiting for a knock.

“you’re drunk,” he said, unimpressed frown on his face as he looked down at her. it had been a long time since he stood this close to his older sister, last time she was definitely taller than him, it felt weird for him to be looking down at zelda. he sighed, “of course i missed you,” he said softly, “come here, i don’t think i can trust you to walk without falling over.” he walked closer to her, holding his arms out, fully intending on carrying his sister.

“ uh, huh, huh! correction: i’m drunk and almost high.” she spoke with a mock , waving her dab pen in the air, before making her way over to her younger brother with a wobble in her step. “ you grew.” she said simply, letting out a chuckle, reaching up to ruffle his hair, something that took a lot less effort before she left. “ i missed you too, silly. hey, you drive now?” 

naomi: in lima? like everyone else has?

naomi: a goodbye note? literally all anyone got for what? about three years and you thought that was sufficient?

naomi: of course i was. everyone was.

Zelda: Thought you said you weren't in the Scene tho??

Zelda: It was p clear. Heading out, C'ya. Sounds sufficient to me.

Eli: that makes sense

Eli: ashton kutcher? no he's like old as balls dude

Eli: well can I come to the lima inn then? just say when

Zelda: His wife is hot though.

Eli: funny

Eli: are u staying with ur dads ?? bc i can just stop by nbd if that's the case

Eli: this isn't a fucked up prank right ?? just wanna confirm

Zelda: Nah, I'm at the Lima Inn. Still testing the waters back home.

naomi: i'll try to refrain

naomi: i don't think very much. yk just the same old lima usual

naomi: but i also haven't really been in the lima scene for like 2 years

naomi: of course i did, u just fucking up and left. like what was the point of freaking ppl out like that?

Zelda: Oh wrd. Where you been ?

Zelda: I dunno, I left a goodye note. Thought itd be enough.

naomi: what the hell

naomi: is this week like ghosts of girlfriend's past or am i tripping?

naomi: literally what

naomi: is this like, real?

Zelda: Yeah, it’s really me - don’t cream your pants.

Zelda: So? Whats good? Whats gone down these last 3 years?

Zelda: Hey. It's Zel.

Zelda: Zelda.

Zelda: Drunk, back in town, thinking about you. Whatever.

Zelda: This is Naomi, right?

Zelda: Like, you're Naomi, right?

Zelda: *This* is Zelda.

Eli: u just disappeared dude. this is a little bit fucking shocking tbh

Eli: ig not but like ?! fuck

Eli: we should definitely catch up though. when are u free?

Zelda: Now you see me, now you don’t! And for my next trick...

Eli: holy fuck

Eli: zelda what the hell ?? ur rly just sending me a fucking TEXT ??

Zelda: Yeah? What about it?

Zelda: Hey, it's Zelda.

Zelda: Idk if you got a new number. Or if this will even go through.

sawyer was just walking down the street when an oddly familiar blonde stumbled her way out of the bar. he frowned, recognizing his older sister after she spoke. he shoved his hands into his pocket, “wow, it’s a drunk ghost, what a surprise,” he said sarcastically.

“ boo !” she said, with a tiny roll of the eyes. leaning against the telephone pole. she reached into her pocket to take a hit off her dab pen, “you’re not going to give your long lost sister a hug? you didn’t miss me?” she spoke, voice cracking - - god, this was an awful state to be spotted in. 

UPON HEARING THE ALL TOO FAMILIAR VOICE, trace actually spat his beer out. he hadn’t done any more other than smoke a couple joints and have more than his fair share of drinks, so this definitely wasn’t a dream or hallucination or whatever. “what the fuck.” he said quietly, bewilderment in his eyes as he looked at the hooded figure beside him. unsure whether he was hurt, angry, or confused by this sudden appearance, his drunken self chose angry. though no matter how angry he acted, it wouldn’t change his rapidly sinking heart. this birthday really couldn’t get any fucking worse huh? “you better not fucking be here.” his words slurred, “i swear to god if you’re actually here? what the fuck? explain and don’t be a psychotic bitch about it.” he demanded.