— hidin' all our sins from the daylight.

Ava couldn't help but chuckle as she pulled her frozen margarita close to her. It was rare that she got to unwind outside of her evening glass of wine with Maya. But today was different and after volunteering at one of the pride booths in the hot sun, she was spent and in need of some AC and a fun, cheesy alcoholic beverage before heading home and picking up takeout on the way to the apartment. "That one looks fun, a little too bright, bright enough to get me shit-faced. I'm telling ya, I'm one and done tonight, I gotta get home to Maya."

Rocky grimaced before breaking into laughter, the shot tasting of bittersweet acidity more so than it did an apple. He slammed his shot glass back down onto the table, licking the remnants of the shot from his lips. "That's sour," Rocky said through squinted eyes and puckered lips. "I think it was radioactive, will you tell me if I start growing an extra appendage?" He was already reaching for his next drink, sipping at the salty margarita to wash away the bitterness of the shot. "Noooooo," Rocky booed, almost spilling his margarita, "You can't quit on me after only one drink!"

"Is it strange that it's slightly attractive? Or have these crazy ass drinks started going to my head already?" Laurie chuckled, following Rocky's movement as he returned to the table with some interesting looking drinks. His forehead furrowed as he eyed up the drinks, unsure if this was a good idea but he always had a good time with Rocky so why not. "Disney themed then huh? Though I hope they have way more alcohol in them than you'd find there, otherwise I'm out." He laughed once again, shaking his head as he reached forward to take one of the shots and necked it back, sucking in his cheeks as he swallowed. "Needs a touch of tequila."

Rocky raised his brows at Laurie's question. He'd never took him for a sea witch kind of guy. "Oh yeah? All those tentacles do it for you, you freaky little bastard?" Rocky chuckles, stifling his laugh against the back of his hand. He sets the empty shot glass on the table in front of them, reaching for the Frozen inspired frozen margarita and leaning back against the leather of the booth. "What did you expect?" Rocky scoffed, sipping on his frozen margarita. "A Lightning McQueen inspired moscow mule?" He stretches one arm across the back of the booth, craning his head over his shoulder to glance in the direction of the bar. "I think they had some tequila based ones, but I figured we'd start off tame."

The entire time, Asha had been sitting there, she couldn't deny the unmistakable voice of the one, the only Rocky Tilly. Try as she might, she couldn't exactly tune him out. What was supposed to be her escape was turning out to be anything but, especially when Rocky found himself beside her. Turning her head slowly, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly and she pursed her lips. "Studio?" she questioned him. "You have no idea, do you?"

Rocky felt as if he had somehow irritated her, perhaps he had said something by mistake and spoken out of turn, but if he had he couldn't figure out what it had been. Not that he cared much, the amount of time he spent wondering about her or what she might think about him was considerably insignificant.

location: thadd and tallulah's birthday party for: @fairfordstarters

Rocky’s spent the last hour avoiding Thaddeus at his own birthday party, despite being reassured by himself and Mack that it would be cool for him to attend even after the chain of events that lead to their break-up. It’s his avoidance tactics that find him lingering in the corner of their apartment’s living area, standing as inconspicuously beside a large plant as he can with only local degenerate and music elitist Colin to keep him company — who was also one of his closest friends.

"Well, that's interesting." Grey replied. Even though he wasn't pure gay, the fact he was dating only one guy was talking by itself. He had an urge to be on Pride event. People in general didn't know almost nothing about his personal life and although he wanted it to stay that way, he couldn't help but come. "Cheers, then! This night is gonna be very busy for him, according to all this people coming in."

"Interesting?" Rocky guwaffed, dumb-founded by Grey's understatement. "Interesting is the way I'm almost certain Ursula grabbed my ass with her tentacle when I slipped her a twenty. This was the lip-sync of the century!" Rocky exclaimed passionately, a feat no less of the two shots he'd done at the bar afterwards with the Yzma drag queen.

Matty opted for the green elixir of the options Rocky brought over, instant regret taking hold as he smelled it and got a whiff of artificial apple, like someone's grandmother's favorite hard-boiled sweets in a glass.

Slamming his glass back down on the table, Rocky shook his head and stuck his tongue out with disgust. The green liquid left an overly sweet but bitter taste in his mouth — like a rotting fruit instead of a soured apple.

location: thadd and tyson's apartment

Thalloween? It took Rocky a moment to decipher the moniker for his joint birthday bash with his twin sister, a direct result of having already indulged in several shots at his apartment before plucking up the courage to show his face tonight. Before he had a moment to evade Thadd’s toast, their glasses clinked together and Rocky felt the familiar sting of alcohol in his stomach albeit dulled after his pre-gaming.

open for all location: shooters.

Rocky hit the last ball on the pool table, a smug smile stretched across his lips as the ball sunk into the corner pocket. Before his opponent could beg for a rematch, he tossed the cue stick onto the table and signalled him to pay up before disappearing towards the bar.

mack 📲 open.

rocky: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO LOUD? rocky: