#block party

A crowd on Seigel Street in Brooklyn gets wet and wild in August 1938. No word if the people watching on the sidewalk ever joined in on the wet fun.

Ch. 5

Tag List: @chase-me-round @sossinee @call-me-doll8811 , @1dhoe93 , @e0wens , @tubby23 , @thesandbeneathmytoes , @princesscelesticc , @utterlyhopeful-fics

AN: I love writing fluff 😭

I love how them going to karaoke is now canon 😂

𓃠

The cherry blossoms are in full bloom as you sit on the bench, waiting for Robby.

You smooth out your skirt, tilting up your camera to take a picture of the trees in full bloom.

"(Your name)!"

You glance up, spotting Robby and you quickly get to your feet, making your way over to him.

"Sorry I'm late."

“Oh, that's okay" you stand there for a moment before he leans forward to pull you into a hug, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"You look great -"

You flush, lifting your foot so he can see your Doc Martens, "I'm wearing flats."

"So," Robby murmurs, settling his hand at the small of your back - and the heat from his fingers radiates across your skin and you can't help but shiver. "Are you cold?"

“No,” you admit, gripping the back of his jacket, as you join the line up for the block party - behind a group of girls that don't look a day over twenty one.

"So, how was work?" You wonder.

"Busy. How were the puppies?"

You laugh, Mr. Michael's had brought Maisie's puppies in for their second round of shots and you'd sent Robby a picture that Riley had taken of you being overrun by puppies - and the joy had been obvious on your face.

"They're good, and so sweet," you reach for your purse when you reach the front of the line, "let me treat you," you say, quickly scanning your card. "I think I talked Mr. Michael's into getting them fixed."

"Six puppies?"

"There's a spay and neuter clinic that'll do it at a reduced cost," you'd partnered with them in the past. "They have a program where they go and treat the animals of unhoused people for free - they're a great organization -" you realize that you're 'talking shop' again, but Robby is just watching you as he fits his landyard around his neck.

There's a DJ at the other end of the park, currently playing The Beaches and you grin.

"I love this song!"

I wanna kiss your lips for the hell of it

Running up your back with my fingertips

And let me hold you and get to know you

"Did you want to grab a beer?"

"Sure.”

You make your way over to the beer tent, and you hear raucous laughter as a group of frat guys head your way, and Robby pulls you against him as they stumble past, sloshing beer onto the pavement, as one guy drunkenly declares:

“I’m gonna get so much pussy tonight -"

You make a face, "no you won't," you mutter, just loud enough for them to hear you, and Robby bites back a laugh as the guy wonders if she was talking to him.

"I dunno man, let's just go -" his friend declares, clapping his hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry," you mumble.

"Don't be," Robby grins, and you glance up to scan the list of drinks available, smiling when you see that they have Blackberry Lemonade Ale on tap.

"Do you like fruity beers?"

“I'm not opposed -"

You pull out your page of tickets, "two blackberry lemonade ales, please.”

“Good choice," the petite redhead grins, quickly pouring your beers.

You grin, gently taking your beer before taking a sip, and you sigh as hops and the sweet taste of blackberry bursts across your tongue.

"Mm, that's good," Robby says, wiping the foam from his beard.

"Right? Like I don't like IPAs but the sweetness is a nice balance to the bitter taste."

"I'm used to drinking Iron City."

You wrinkle your nose, taking another sip of your beer, you step closer to him, pressing your shoulder against his chest.

"Should we take a picture?" Robby wonders, pulling out his phone.

"Sure," you wipe your chin as Robby wraps his arm around your shoulders, and you flush as he snaps the picture. "Take another one," you whisper, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek.

"What are we?" You whisper, half expecting him to say 'two people at a beer festival', and you watch as colour flushes high in your cheeks. "Because I like you, Robby -"

He interrupts you with a kiss, and you sigh, gripping his jacket as he pulls back.

"I like you too," he whispers, and you feel his beard brush your cheek, and you stand on your toes as he slots his mouth over yours, and you're definitely blushing when he pulls back without breaking contact. "A bunch of my coworkers are going out to karaoke tonight, if you want to come -"

"Do I have to sing?"

"Not unless you want to."

You snort a laugh, "no, I'll save everyone's eardrums -"

Robby laughs out loud. "Are you hungry?"

"Always," you grin heading toward the food trucks. "Oh, I love Boonseek," you grin, bouncing on your toes. "They have the best corn dogs -"

You get in line, ordering two corn dogs with potato topping and you follow Robby over to a table.

"It's half sausage and half mozzarella -" you blow on your corn dog before you take a bite - wincing as the batter burns the roof of your mouth. "Oh, that's hot -"

Robby snorts a laugh, passing you your beer.

You wait patiently for your corn dog to cool before you take another tentative bite, and Robby chokes as you moan.

"Sorry," you flush, watching him take a bit of his corn dog and the cheese is steaming as he pulls his hotdog back. "It's good right?" You wonder around your mouthful of sausage and cheese.

"I wasn't sure about the potato, but it's nice," Robby grabs a napkin, wiping ketchup from his mouth. "They have a peach hefeweizen that looked nice, did you want me to grab you one?"

"Yes, please," you nod, quickly finishing your beer.

You sit, dipping your corn dog in mustard, grinning when Robby makes his way back over.

"What did you get?"

"Irish Coffee Cream, I'm not sure how I feel about it."

You take it from him, taking a tentative sip, "oh, oh no," you grimace, quickly taking a sip of your peach beer, swishing it around your mouth before you swallow.

You're definitely buzzed when you finally leave the block party, and you grip Robby's arm as you walk towards his car.

"I Ubered," you'd explained as you tossed your can of 2X Juice Jolt.

"You're sure you want to come? I can drop you off -"

You shake your head, standing up on your toes to slant your mouth over his, "I want to meet your friends -" and you really don't want the night to end.

"Okay," Robby unlocks his car, walking you to the passenger side and you snag his jacket before he can make his way to the driver's seat.

"(Your name)," he murmurs, "you're drunk."

"I'm tipsy," you clarify, reaching up to touch his face and he huffs a laugh as he leans down to kiss you and you hum as he trails his tongue along your bottom lip and you open your mouth to him, carding your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. "You could just take me home," you whisper.

Robby stares down at you, "if you really mean that, ask me again at the end of the night."

"Okay," you nod, as he helps you into the passenger seat.

The drive to WannaB's is short, and you're considerably more sober when he pulls into a spot a few blocks from the bar, and the night is still warm as you step outside.

Robby glances as you as he pauses outside of WannaB's.

"Ready?"

You nod.

"I'm ready."

𓃠

Notes:

Saint James Place Block Party

Did some jackass really highjack my "practice by using model sheets" suggestion & try to preach that it's "cheating" at art?

😂Ha! Guess that means I've truly made it on Tumblr when I've pissed off some random loser who insists on proving that they're "smarter" than some stranger they've never had any contact with.

BTW, dumbass. I never said anything about it being a substitute for life drawing. You're putting words in my mouth I didn't say to "win" an argument that no one started.

Also you're an AI-pusher.

You are literally the LAST person anyone should be taking art advice from.

*Disclaimer: This is not an incentive to harass this particular user. Just block their smug ass & never engage with them directly.