#*convos

who: open ! @covestarters

“Okay so,” Summer opened her journal and flipped to the right page. Sun streamed through the windows and cascaded down onto the table, stretching across her nonsense scribbles. She was so desperate for some inspiration she had started inviting strangers to sit with her. The working theory was that if she talked to enough people, Summer might be able to conjure something up by her deadline. “First question: what is your biggest fear?” Was it a little invasive? Maybe, but she needed something -- anything -- to click. 

このTしゃつはたかいですね。

who: open ! @covestarters​

Upon moving in, Aspen didn’t waste any time locating the nearest country club. After she had unpacked everything (or watched her parent’s employees unpack everything) she intended to grab lunch with Harry only to discover he had disappeared to who knows where. A little grateful for the alone time, she didn’t think twice about beelining for the cove club bar. She slides into the bar stool, putting on her best smile. “One tequila sunrise please. Heavy on the tequila.” She glances to the customer just to the left of her. “And one of whatever my friend wants, too.” Aspen nods toward the stranger and props her chin in her hand, elbow resting on the bar. “It’d look bad if I drink alone in the middle of the day,” She whispers with a grin.

where: off the vine

who: @ofheavenlybodies​

Summer found herself at the bar of the open house party. She wasn’t someone who regularly attended formal events and as a result felt uneasy. The atmosphere wasn’t one she was accustomed to, she was surrounded by people she didn’t know, and her heels (although cute) were very uncomfortable. Unprompted, one of the bartenders pushed a full glass of chardonnay into her hands without warning and ran off to complete someone else’s order. She grabbed it and spun around, intending to walk away from the chaos, and came face to face with August. “Oh! You’re here.” She smiled for the first time that evening. Even with the shoes he still loomed over her. She took a step back, not wanting to invade his personal space, and felt the edge of the bar behind her. “Perfect timing. I was just thinking about how I could use some chocolate.”

who: @cosetteisms

when: post performance

She felt a little out of place at a formal parties such as this one. In college, she had gone to a few sorority formals before dropping out. They were enjoyable enough but didn’t leave a big enough impression for her to seek out high-end nightlife afterward. The open house party was proving to be much different than those. Summer might have felt overwhelmed if not for her determination to meet her favorite Disney star. “Excuse me,” It came out as a squeak. Summer flushed and cleared her throat to try again. “Sorry, um, I loved your performance! I just wanted to tell you that.”