#callmecatman

She had been grinning most of the night, trying to decide if she was surprised by how well they got along or if she’d secretly known all along that she’d like him. Blake had made her laugh harder than she had in months. It was easy to forget their age gap when they were talking, and easier still when his hand brushed hers on the walk home. "Oh, this is my building." She reached into her jeans pocket to get her keys, turning back to Blake shyly. "Do you... do you want to come up?"

“Look at you, keep this up and I’ll be fighting off groupies in no time,” she teased, though honestly? She’d noticed a few eyes lingering on the brunette throughout the course of the set. One of which belonged to a male now hovering in her peripherals. Syd wanted nothing more than to slip an arm around Jen’s hip and make it clear to everyone who she belonged to, but she knew better. They were in mixed company, some might know who she was to Jen legally. That and well, she was confident she didn’t have to worry about some greaseball stealing Jen away, “Really though. You’re doin’ great so far. You deserve drink...you can drink, right? How long is your break?”

“I’m sorry, dear. I don’t think I heard you correctly. Tell me again what it is you want?” Her red lips curved into a small smirk as she looked the other over, knowing full well what they’d requested but wanting to hear it again.

When Midnight had finished a gig with her band most nights she would end up going on the town, finding someone to take home for the night without consequences. After tonights gig the last thing she had expected was to see them waiting by the stage doors. “What the hell are you doing here?” The blonde queried, brows slightly furrowed at their presence.

nervously smoothing out the skirt of her dress, clara’s eyes darted around the room looking for any kind of escape. she’d asked her parents not to invite her ex to the party, as always her request was overlooked. she could say it was an oversight, but she knew full well her parents wanted them back together because it was ‘beneficial to both parties’ - something her ex seemed to agree with. and she’d never been the best at standing up for herself, every time they’d gotten back together had been due to him chipping away at her resolve until she cracked. this time however she was determined to hold out as long as she could. spotting someone walk in she knew her ex didn’t know, she offered them a tight smile. “sorry, but my date just walked in.” the words out, as she found herself practically running over towards the other, and throwing her arms around them. “i am truly sorry for this... but if you could feign being my date for ten minutes, you’d have my eternal gratitude.”

Her wedding day. The day she’s been dreaming about since she was a little girl && by all means it was shaping up to be perfect. The venue was amazing, the planner fantastic, && the groom? A great guy whom she loved very much ... but in the end she was conflicted. She loved him, sure, but there was another who had gripped her heart ages ago. His best friend --- Blake. After a one night drunken tumble in the bed, she had tried to stay away from him. Tried to convince herself it was just a mistake, but of course .. it had happened again. && again. && again. Until her guilt had just ebbed away in favor of desire. It was wrong && she knew it, but she couldn’t stay away from him for long. Which is why she sat there, in her venue’s changing room, looking at herself in the mirror. Nikki wanted to marry the good guy, but could she really go through with it if her heart wasn’t quite in it anymore? As if sensing her internal struggle, a light knock came at the door but before she could even say anything, Blake let himself in && she locked eyes with him through the mirror. “What are you doing in here?!”