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"i already said i'd ink you at a discount," dara insisted, a hand waving dismissively at chance. "especially since you always hook me up with the good stuff." they hadn't found a better dealer ever since they met chance, and thank goodness for that. "just tell me what you want and i'll send you sketches."

"i brought you some of your favorite treats, and restocked on our cup noodles," mira announced as she returned to their tower, bags of goodies in tow. "nearly completed another stamp card for a free towelette!"

"just because we have to pretend to be a thing–" a hand gestures erratically between the three of them as she tries desperately to avoid a lingering gaze at those abs. "–it does not mean we actually are! so you can't just show up at my home whenever you feel like it!"

garrett was riding high fresh off of their set. even despite his little verbal tussle with dakota, garrett was on top of the world. so much so that he had invited all of the countdown and friends to drink and dance. booked a private room at his favorite club. he was downing his third glass of champagne when he was feeling bolder than before (though one could argue that he already contained enough audacity to power a city). sidled up beside bibi, closer than was socially acceptable, so that their arms were pressed together. "why aren't you drinking? we should get you some champagne. you heard it's all on me, right?"

it had been a while since 1time's split and while mason hadn't been the best at staying in touch with everyone, he still made the effort every once in a while to catch up with them. it was one thing to observe their lives through social media but another to sit down and have a coffee together. the last person from the group he chatted with was hiro over dinner; glad to see that they were doing well and made the same generic (but sincere) promises of trying to do that again. the one person mason was sometimes missed a little more than the others (though he'd never admit it) was wade. and often, when thinking of wade, mason also thought of ripley. even though he and ripley had recently... reconnected, he wanted to bring the trio back together for old time's sake. it was a long shot, considering everyone's busy schedule, but he made a group chat and arranged a little reunion at a jazz bar for a lowkey night of catching up over drinks. didn't realize he had been so nervous about this until he sat down at a booth, a manhatten in hand, as he waited for the first of the two to arrive.

they were sitting in a hallway backstage right after their band's set. opening for a big concert was one of dakota's favorite things because that meant he could leave right after instead of sticking around the whole night if he wanted to. was debating it as they plopped down on the ground, back against the wall with their legs spread out on the tiled floor. probably wasn't allowed to smoke inside but pulled a joint out from his tattered vest and lit it. taking a slow drag as he heard sounds of footsteps coming up. "they're already on stage." assumed it was a groupie or some annoying fan who somehow managed to sneak past security. "better get back out there or you'll miss that one trendy song of theirs that's all over the internet."