francis forever

after a long and shitty gig down at the usual bar, roman was ready to call it a night. he was sick of dealing with his boss, his band and just everyone in general. but of course, his night simply had to get even worse. he had managed to lock himself out of his room. he could’ve sworn he put the key in his back pocket, but it was nowhere to be found. roman cursed under his breath multiple times before dialling davie’s number and explaining the situation to him. he told him he’d be there in a few minutes so he waited… and waited….and waited some more. furious, he was about to call him up again until, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone staring him ❝ what? am i amusing you? ❞

right hand wrapped around a key she had come across on the way to her room, veronica trudged up the stairs hoping to find the tenant it belonged to. after getting roped into a conversation on the second floor regarding acid dealers ⏤  a conversation she had no desire to take part in ⏤ she made the trip to the third floor, hoping her efforts wouldn’t end up to be futile. slightly irritated due to the fact that she had expended so much of her energy on a damn key, veronica let out a sharp breath upon locating whom she deduced was its owner. “yeah, what kind of idiot loses his room key?” she asked, her grip on the object tightening slightly.

          davie had said she was nocturnal creature of sorts, partial to the night and it’s comforting blanket of darkness than the day with it’s stark light that allowed every person that passed by the chance to uncover who she really was with little more than a mere prolonged glance in her direction. there really was no discussion to be had, most nights you’ll see the starlet sat alone by the pool, under the guise of midnight, smoking a pack and reading, sunglasses hung a top her head as though a crown… and tonight was no different. a cigarette posed between full red lips, the aroma of gin and rose petals hovering about her as she idly turns the pages of tennessee williams’ script for baby doll, the girl slowly realising the presence of another…   ❛  long night?  ❜   she poses softly. 

staring out into the pool, veronica mindlessly worked her way through a bag of sour gummy worms, the candy becoming somewhat of a comfort snack for the girl. one would be a fool not to pick up on the fact that she wasn’t in the best of spirits. it was evident in the way her eyebrows seemed to furrow as though she were concentrating, in the way her posture deviated from what was proper. she had been on the phone with her parents earlier that night, feeding them the routine lies about her current situation. once a week they would call, and once a week veronica would find herself by the pool, stress-eating. “if you’re trying to get me to share, it’s never gonna happen, so you should probably stop attempting to weasel your way into my bag,” she informed before pulling one of the gummy worms into two pieces, tossing both of them into her mouth.

there wasn’t ever a time in rain’s life where they were completely strapped for cash with only five cents to her name, and by no means were they ever rich — living comfortably and able to indulge themselves and spend a little here and there without reason — but rain couldn’t ever remember a time where she was this broke and strapped for the cash that she didn’t have. it was a change for her to go from earning a good sum of money as a nanny, to almost nothing as a bartender after her van was stolen, along with the money she had saved in a jar. she only had five dollars, and while she would go to work later and make up for what she didn’t have in tips from far too drunk men who fold under the slightest bit of sweet talking on her end, it still didn’t make her feel any less stressed out or worried. she simply couldn’t afford to lose her place in starlit, she had nowhere to go (and no way to leave) if she were to be kicked to the curb, and asking her family for the help wasn’t a option unless it became dire.

“i’m this close,” rain gestured with her fingers, pinching the air until there was only a sliver of space between the digits, “from trading in the bar rag for a pair of pasties and high heels.” maybe she was joking and maybe she was being dramatic, but it was a thought that has crossed her mind more times than just once. she held a high respect for entertainers and wouldn’t ever look down on them; they were simply working just as the rest of the world was, and making damn good money, too. “even drunks are stingy with their money in the city of sin, i tell you.”

veronica had never been one to mind her own business. it was as simple as that. though she found herself to be rather detached from the other tenants of starlit, she just couldn’t quite seem to keep her mouth shut whenever something interesting came up. she watched with raised eyebrows as the stranger ― at least, not someone she immediately recognized ― spoke, intrigued regarding the details of the dilemma. “pasties? are you talking about the stuff people stick over their nipples at raves?” she folded her arms across her chest, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “not cut out for that bartender life, or what? at least it’s more likely for you to get tipped. i’d be lucky if i made a dollar off of the spare change in my tip jar,” she stated in reference to her dreaded cafe job. “the people that come by aren’t exactly the most charitable.” veronica pressed her lips together. “you know what, maybe you’re actually onto something here.”

*air horns in the distance* ‘sup, y’all! i’m domi, i’m eighteen, and i think i peaked in middle school. anyway, this is veronica! i’m still trying to figure out all the tiny details because she’s a new muse, so pls bear with me!! since she’s only been at starlit for six months so far, i’m cool with going with the flow, but if you want to plot a little smth smth, feel free to hmu!