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📍 Bad Bird Robinsons Place Manila
5.20.2018 | 📸 @kristinemaeb
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cecil’s cabaret—- a unique atmosphere, the perfect place for him to soak his brain for the night, immerse himself into something larger than himself, spiral into the brassy delight of detroit nightlife . . . an opportunity that arises once every blue business trip. do not be fooled . . . don draper is not here for the temptation of exposed skin, nor for the prospect of a cheap laugh. research, he calls it, fingering the cultural pulse—- always watching life from within his glass box like the little wooden boy he is . . . he’s not watching the performance. he’s watching the people, their reactions. and he has plenty of opportunity; the place is packed . . . not a seat in the house left on a thursday night, which is interesting . . . because this strip of detroit was filled with every variation imaginable of this same idea in different sizes, colors, themes, etc. and they’re all half as full . . . which begs the question, why this particular cabaret? was it for the entertainment? the grandiose feel, the excitement, the thrill of bright lights? the feeling that arises before one is compelled to applaud? or could it be the antiquated feel . . . the feeling you get like you’ve been there before, like you’ll be there again just to savor the feeling? ‘TRADITION.’ he jots the word down on a napkin, carefully dissecting his own handwriting with his eyes . . . it’s an idea, but it’s not the right idea.
he hardly notices the blonde at his shoulder ordering a drink. he’s seen @badbird before, this he knows, but where . . . ? ❛ you’re the cabaret girl. ❜ he recalls loud enough for her to hear, stamping out his cigarette into his ashtray and discarding the butt among the others. smoke curls from his nose in ribbons, temporarily obscuring his face from view. and when it reappears, he is still just as expressionless as when he hadn’t recognized her at all. then, matter of factly, with a furrowed brow, he concludes, ❛ —- you were good. ❜
@badbird liked, "fuck, i’m outta smokes. you got one i can bum?" tommy leans in, smoothing over his already slicked hair. he’s laying on the charm extra thick, because goddamn — does he need a cigarette. “i’ll even buy’ya a drink for it, make things fair.”
𝐒𝐂 / @badbird
＂ you wouldn’t know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth . ＂ a statement which bear felt nothing less than 100% confident in making , seeing as how that very scenario was the way quite a few of his own good times had started . ＂ c’mon , just for a little while a bear and a bird out on the town , what could be better ? . . . plus , i really wanna’see what you look like in normal lighting . ＂
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#BADBIRD said , ❝ can you just hold me for a while ? ❞
BURNING , PRICKLING TEARS forming behind stoic eyes , ridged brow damming its flood as my gaze meets hers. Agitated thumb rubbing compulsively against a bruised knuckle , the heat collecting in shaky palms. Teeth digging into lip looking for the words to say.
IF ONLY . . . those were the words biting at every thought ; if only I had done something , if only I had done more , if only I was here for her more than I was. Time after time she tells me she needs me , every chance she gets she lets me know she wants me around , &. how often do I listen ?
Even now — stuck in my head — she’s telling me she needs me . . . ❝ Sure . . . of course , Birdie , ❞ tension pulling at sore shoulder blades , jittering breath pulling at a fleeting composure , ❝ whatever you need . . . I’m here for you , ❞ open arms inviting embrace for @badbird, hoping to distract from the breaking dam.
#BADBIRD called for a lyric starter.
WEIGHTED , CRUMBLING ASH falls heavy to the concrete beneath , pushed around by a scuffed white sole. The hushed hum of a borrowed car behind , its dim yellow lights faintly shining through the moonless night. Shortened breaths saving space between the two , an air of worry perceived as punishment , looking to @badbird now , “ so, this what you do when I’m not ‘round , huh ? ” smoke catching way in the soft breeze , “ loiter , lurkin’ in the parkin’ lot ? ”
a carefully , overthought entrance was rehearsed , yet as soon as he’s within her presence …. softly fleeting words remains tightly wrapped to the tip of his tongue , baring his soul in just a simple hello it seems. like 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 on a butterfly , preventing it from taking flight. nerves increase , sending goosebumps shooting down arms as a wave of 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 sweeps over. nevertheless , remains planted in his spot.
“ hey , ” weak start , clears his throat. confident facade crafted upon his features. “ i was in the area , and i was thinking about you so , i figured i’d come see you. is that … okay ? ” ♡ @badbird
