@schuylermckenna | closed starter

     The room was dark as Lennox’s eyes fluttered open. The pounding in his head was thankful for the lack of light and he forgot, for a moment, that he wasn’t at home and convinced himself it must still be the early hours of the morning and still acceptable for him to return to sleep. That is until he went to roll onto his side, hoping that would help the throbbing subside, and hit the warm body of someone else. 

     It didn’t take long for bits of the night to come back to him. The party, the dancing, the guy. If he hadn’t already had a headache he would have one now. He couldnt remember anything past walking in the front door of the guy’s shitty little apartment. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the guy’s name. Something with an S... Spencer? Sawyer? Schuyler. The name came back to him like he’d known it for a while, but he couldn’t remember ever meeting him before.

JAELYN: since you're currently clinging to sobriety i was thinking we could do something fun far away from alcohol of any kind this weekend

JAELYN: we go to a movie, maybe? a hike? we could rent the entire bring it on franchise and eat too much ice cream?

@romantaylorwest | closed starter

     Lennox’s tie felt like it was choking him. Normally ties were something he was more than comfortable with wearing—he’d been doing it quite literally his entire life—but ever since the vision each one had felt like a noose around his neck. He was expected to be on his best behaviour tonight, his father had warned him what would happen if he dared step out of line, so loosening the tie was out of the picture. Resigning himself to a night filled with uncomfortness, he headed for the bar.

     He wasn’t legal, technically, but that didn’t stop the bartender from making him a Jack and coke as per his request. He couldn’t even remember what the event was for when the bartender thanked him for his donation as he handed the man a twenty, he smiled in a attempt to be polite, and went to leave, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink on someone in the process.

@flintchae | closed starter

    The cool water from the vibrant pink bottle Jaelyn always kept nearby while working out was a soothing relief to her throat. Post-workout water was one of the best things in her opinion, second only to chocolate, and when workouts were as good as the ones she got sparring with Flint it was even more necessary.

( @flintchae )

There were a many perks to being rich, one of the biggest being the access he got through his last name. If Roman wanted into a club, no matter where it was or how exclusive, he got in. He got reservations to expensive restaurants easily, and was sometimes even able to attend world premiers of movies. The best part, though, was it was incredibly easy to make a name for himself in businesses with a reputation for leaving people sad and broke. 

Roman was mingling among the crowd at the charity art auction, dressed up in one of his classier outfits. He still looked severely underdressed compared to the company he was currently keeping, in his fitted white button down and loose tie, but he had the look of an artist, so that’s what the people who didn’t recognize him assumed he was. The company was stuffy, none of the food was vegan, and so far, the conversation hadn’t been the best, but Roman couldn’t deny he was happy. There was a definite pride swelling in his chest every time he looked at the wall and saw his pieces up. He didn’t want to seem overly into his own work, but he couldn’t help it, he kept finding himself lingering by that wall, listening in to snippets of people’s commentary. 

@melhxnderson

There were a lot of things Carson wasn’t that great at, but being on time was an exception to that rule. If he was anything, he was punctual. Always early, even. Carson being late usually meant one of two things: one, that he was dead (probably slipped and fell in the shower, with his shit luck), or two, that he was being a motherfucker and ditching whoever he was supposed to meet.

He didn’t really have a good excuse for being late this time, in all honesty. Blacking out right before his lunch break hadn’t been fun, to say the least, but Carson was just going to treat this problem like he treated the rest of them: out of sight, out of mind. If he ignored the problem it would go away. Still, it’d fucked with him a little, but he couldn’t exactly tell Mel that was why he was over half an hour late. That’s what the cupcakes were for. It was kind of their thing now — a half dozen salted caramel cupcakes, because he and Mel were both salty and blonde.

Sure, he knew her favourite flavour was red velvet, but she didn’t need to know that he knew that.

“Hey,” he said, putting the box down on the table Mel was sitting at. “Yeah, I really have no excuse other than just being shitty, so — salted caramel cupcakes. Knock yourself out.” With that, he dragged the seat opposite her out from under the table and sat down, propping his head up on one of his hands, grinning at her semi-apologetically. “You been waiting long?”

@sebflxres | closed starter

    Jae checked her phone for the fifth time in twenty minutes and found, like every time before, no new messages.. Granted, she’d arrived 10 minutes before Seb had agreed to meet her, but it was now shortly passed 1 and there was still no sight of him. The wind was bad out here, approximately half an hour outside of Seattle, so she pulled her jacket closer in an attempt to stay warm. Winter was definitely here and as a shiver ran through her yet again she regretted deciding—for the first time in her life—against Starbucks.

    She’d found this shelter through her extensive research, and it boasted some of the best taken care of dogs in the Pacific Northwest. This wasn’t a decision she’d taken lightly by any means, but she was still glad Seb had agreed to come with her to meet the residents available for adoption. She’d read through all their profiles online, but as the site said, there was nothing comparable to coming in to meet them in person.

Of all the things Roman valued most in the world, Muffin would probably top the list. If Muffin could speak and was asked the same question, Roman was next to sure Muffin would say he’s the best thing in his world. Roman and Muffin had a bond, one Roman had fostered over years of taking care of Muffin. 

And Roman had left Muffin with Jae for one month, one month compared to years, and now here Muffin was, slighting the person who had fed him and clothed him for three years, pulling at his leash and whining for roman to go up the path to Jae’s apartment. It was pure coincidence he was passing it on his morning walk with Muffin, he had been heading to his favorite vegan cafe, and Jae’s house just happened to be on the way. He didn’t even think of it, until Muffin was trying to take a route that must have become familiar to him during his short stay with Jae. And Muffin liked a total of three people, which didn’t even include Roman’s sister, so this was pretty odd behavior. Especially after only a month. Either Jae had super powers with dogs, or she had brainwashed his poor Muffin into being more affectionate. There was absolutely no possibility that he could be jealous of Muffin’s newfound affection for another person, his sulky demeanor as he followed Muffin’s lead and walked up to Jae’s apartment was in no way caused by that possibility. Roman let Muffin lead the way, as he was a complete pushover when it came to his favorite fluff ball, and the way happened to end right at Jae’s door. Which Muffin of course started to impatiently scratch at. 

“I’m going to have to pay to replace that wood if you ruin it, you know,” Roman said with slight annoyance, giving Muffin a warning look but not actually doing anything to stop his dog. Muffin continued on, his owner’s disapproval meaning nothing to him. Roman sighed, ringing the doorbell, which made Muffin bark, which was potentially terrible, as Roman didn’t actually know if dogs were allowed in the building.