AUDREY WRIGHT.

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ok holy fuck im done spamming w starters now... come plot w me while i go get baaaaked

“   that   was   stupid,      you   know.   ”         she   says   that,      but   there’s   a   secret   little   smile   on   her   lips   that   gives   her   away.      audrey   shifts   her   gaze   from   @vict1mz   to   the   first - aid   kit   in   her   lap.         “   really   stupid.      like,      i - should’ve - kicked - you - out   stupid.   ”         bringing   alcohol-soaked   cotton   to   his   knuckles,      audrey   watches   him   carefully,      softens   her   touch   when   she   sees   him   flinch.      there's   still   broken   glass   on   the   floor   of   the   bar;      she's   too   busy   here   to   care.         “   you’re   lucky   i   don’t   like   that   guy.   ”

she’s   eerily   quiet   as   she   sits   on   the   edge   of   the   soft   bed.      there’s   nothing   to   say,      really.      explanations   are   tiring   and   overdone.      but   she   hasn’t   been   asked   for   one   this   time;      not   by   @maternas.      maybe   that’s   why   she’d   willingly   taken   the   offer   of   a   warm   bed,      a   roof   over   her   head   for   the   night.      sullen   eyes   cast   upward   as   the   other   enters   the   bedroom,      a   steaming   cup   in   her   grasp.      audrey   quietly   takes   the   tea   offered   to   her,      a   weak   smile   offered   back   to   toriel.

audrey   had   been   wondering   what   all   the   fuss   in   her   bar   was   about   tonight.      it’s   unusually   full,      with   more   young   people   than   the   skeezy   old   fucks   she   typically   milks   tips   out   of.      of   course,      seeing   @isgcd   propped   up   on   one   of   the   barstools   chatting   away   to   a   group   of   presumed   fans   explains   it   pretty   well.      she’s   heard   enough   rumours   about   him   that   she’s   already   thoroughly   unimpressed.         “   you   gonna   spend   all   night   yapping   or   are   you   gonna   get   a   drink ?   ”

   “   you   would   not   fucking   believe   the   night   i’ve   had.   ”         she’s   barely   even   in   his   vicinity   by   the   time   she’s   quite   vocally   letting   her   frustrations   out.      there’s   nothing   she   hates   more   than   pretending   to   be   nice   to   assholes      ──      and   it   seems   their   street   is   crawling   with   those   tonight.      as   usual,      her   solace   comes   in   the   form   of   @b4rren   skulking   down   the   sidewalk   toward   her.      her   cigarette   is   lit   and   half-smoked   by   the   time   they   meet   at   the   corner.         “   seriously.      three   o’clock   couldn’t   have   come   fast   enough.   ”

a   concentrated   frown   forms   as   amelia   carefully   draws   on   her   eyeliner.      she’s   being   extra   careful   tonight.      it’s   an   important   evening,      after   all:         “   i   think   thomas   is   gonna   propose   tonight.    ”         she   muses,      biting   her   lip   to   quell   her   excitement.      amelia   preens   in   the   mirror   before   spinning   in   her   seat,      a   dazzling   smile   as   she   shows   off   her   makeup   to   @janedoez.         “   what   do   you   think,      babe ?      marriage   material ?   ”

“   here,      on   the   house.      i   guessed   merlot.   ”         @rottenone   seems   like   she   could   do   with   a   pick - me - up.      after   the   disaster   of   a   date   she   just   witnessed,      audrey   could   do   with   one,      herself.      she,      too,      has   experienced   her   fair   share   of   disappointing   dates      ──       she   feels   for   the   stranger.      lowering   her   voice,      she   adds   playfully,         “   guy   seemed   like   a   dick,      by   the   way.      really   shooting   above   his   league.   ”

“   you   look   like   you   got   something   on   your   mind.   ”         much   like   herself,      in   a   way,      @chrissycunningham   has   got   something   dark   troubling   her.      audrey   leans   forward,      face   illuminated   by   the   crackling   fire,      and   offers   her   version   of   a   supportive   smile.      really,      it’s   morbid   curiosity.         “   what’s   up ?   ”

dynamics where ur muse knew audrey when she was still amelia >>>

audrey hates any bar that plays closing time for the last call

nobody can stop me from shipping my own ocs

good morning plot dynamics with me ❤️