shane rhodes

“so i — okay, i know what i was supposed to be doing, but — i’m sorry, she didn’t buy it. i keep getting mistaken for a butch lesbian when i’m not trying to get someone to buy us drinks, but now? she called me son. i resent that; i’m nobody’s son.” he takes a long gulp of the drink in front of him — he’s not sure if it’s actually his, now that he thinks about it. he’s committed, though, so there’s no going back. “anyway, your turn.” | @cvastals​

“okay, i know we’ve never met, but i need you to do me a big favor.” he subtly gestures over his shoulder. “that’s my coworker, she’s obsessed with me. i don’t know, i don’t get it either. the point is — i need you to hide me.” pleading eyes are turned up to maybe a 7.5, but that’s a lot coming from him. “i’ll do anything, honest.” | @oceanvd​

he’s late for his shift, but he’s been so prompt the entire time he’s worked there that he can afford a minor slip — having someone on skates cross directly into his path told him he might be a little later than he thought. “uh —” he maybe vaguely recognizes her from a shift or two, but nothing past that. “i guess? i don’t have enough money for a 25% tip, though.” the best part about working at the diner is getting a free meal. “someone else would, though. probably.”

he’s been awake for maybe ten minutes, and his brain hasn’t started processing words yet, the bench that had been his bed the night before just behind his shoulder. but the words come and pass out the other ear without making much of an impact, until they pick up on ‘beach clean-up’. interesting. his eyes scan the virtual flyer, though he’s not sure if he actually reads any of it. “i’ll probably be there before you get there.”

“okay, i can explain,” he said, empty chocolate shake glass in his hand and its contents spilled on the person before him. “that was a bad choice of words — there’s nothing to explain, it was an accident.” he gulped. “no, i promise it was an accident! my voice is not being sardonic right now — i don’t even know what that means! ‘Please don’t kill me.” | @luminoeus​

dawson had never been much of an early riser — if he was up before the sun on a weekend, it was usually because he hadn’t gone to sleep the night before. that night had been different, though, and he’d spent most of it tossing and turning before he gave up and decided to go for a walk. when his knee started hurting, he found a bench to rest on propped his leg up. zoning out while watching the sunrise, he realized he’d made it down to the coast, and thought about how much it was gonna suck to walk all the way back. but first — “nat?” a surprised smile crossed his face, though it took a second to rise to his feet again. though the scene of their last interaction played on a loop in his head, the smile was genuine — he had missed her. but on that same note, he had no idea how he was supposed to greet her. “you’re — here.” groundbreaking. “i mean, of course you are. where else—?” fuck, shut up, dude. “hi…” he settled on, lamely. for added lame effect, he held out his hand to shake. | @deadzne​

“hey, sexy!” dawson yelled over the roar of the crowd, overfilled drink sloshing over the sides as he shimmied his shoulders — just walking over to them would’ve been boring. “about time you got here, i was starting to get lonely!” the wall to wall people were clearly not enough, and he would take the company of the person in front of him over a thousand random strangers any day. “you need a drink?” | @cvastals​

“so — it’s like a ‘guess how many things are in the jar’ contest thing, except i stuff as many mini marshmallows in my mouth as i can physically hold and i sit here all day.” he frowned, suddenly, furrowed brow pointed towards his cup. “the marshmallows wouldn’t hold their shape, would they?” he knew the answer. “can i still stuff all of these mini marshmallows in my mouth?” he asked, hand gesturing to the jar on the counter. | @svltairs​

dawson: isn't that kind of a curse?

dawson: val, am i cursed?

dawson: good for her :)

dawson: madison?

ky: i feel like anyone is for hire if u have the money for it

dawson: u get to just lay on warm rocks all day that's the dream